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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — in which it’s the night of the grammys and amara has the chance to make history and shock the world with some revelations

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 10k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — while we’re young [jhene aiko]

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so… we’ve finally made it. one more article and we’re through with mon amour. I want to thank you all for reading, for not leaving even though I had some periods where I couldn’t find any inspiration. You still read Mon amour even if I found myself soo discouraged and unmotivated. Don’t worry, i still have a lot for this series planned. A very big thank you goes also to @aechii who accompanied me through the entire process and supported me in the best way. nothing i could wish more for and i am very happy about the fact that you enjoyed it so much. one of my closest people. and then a big thank you goes to my soul sister @lorarri — without her this series probably wouldn’t exist and this series are as much mine as they are hers.

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charles_leclerc the amara imani protection squad is in all on-board for the evening

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charles_leclerc it was edible but pierre was just there for pr

maxverstappen1 it was definitely better than what lando and oscar cooked

landonorris it wasn’t that bad, the steak was just a bit unseasoned and the vegetables were edible

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liyah_clark as much as i love this little supportive get-together i hope no one touched any of my things. i haven’t forgotten the foundation yet.

charles_leclerc … about that 😶

charles_leclerc max slept on your side of the bed and pierre used your skincare

maxverstappen1 only because lando took nearly all the space and lewis reserved the entire couch for him and roscoe

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amara.imani big night and big surprise incoming

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄

her life was truly a fairytale. amara imani was sure of that now. 

looking back a year and a half ago, she would have never thought she would be able to say those words; especially because she loved fairy tales and her life seemed to be going drown back then. and somehow one person had been able to change everything and make her life resemble a disney movie. give her her own fairy tale. 

her love for fairytales dated back a long time ago. back to when her father used to read her stories before going to sleep. how often had she fallen asleep to the happy endings of snow white or cinderella? wished that she would meet her dream prince like belle did with the beast? well, now she had. 

the life she had built now was different than before. historians liked to define time by distinguishing before christ and after christ. and amara could organize her time now by differentiating between before and after evan — or better yet, before and after kylian. 

before kylian, she was there but she felt herself floating between spaces, just there but with no cause. the quick rise and new found fame had made her lose herself in all the turmoil and with the addition of evan, amara soon didn’t even recognize her own reflection in the mirror anymore. during that time, life become meaningless and fairytales stayed what they were. plain fairy tales, made simply for the purpose of entertaining children. 

that was the problem once one lost themself. the genuine pleasure and joys of life were lost with the person itself. colors became blurry together, and there was no difference anymore in what was real and what was a simple imagination of what one truly felt. amara found herself lost, drowning even though the water was clear. herself long gone. and her identity too. 

philosophy described the identity as several qualities, beliefs, characteristics and the sense of belonging that formed a person. described them and made the different from all the other humans and their identities. their identities were highly necessary for the growth of the human. but when one lost themselves, their identity was often a part of what they were losing too. the security of knowing what one was became a doubtful question, followed by several insecurities that were coming up too.

maybe losing herself big amara so hard because she had never truly known herself — after all, the brain has not finished developing till the age of 23. the sudden void that filled a part of her and could not be filled had ripped apart the part of her that she had carried into her new life. the new-found fame. and even the smallest innocent parts of herself were lost the moment she had not known who she was anymore. 

and then there was after kylian. the time where she found herself again. and fairytales became true again. 

sometimes people had to lose themselves to find themselves again, to see themselves the way they truly are. find their own worth again. a process amara had needed more than she could have imagined. 

evan had reduced her, made her believe she was nothing more than a side piece to his person that cling to him and followed him wherever he went. he had treated her career as if it was a side hobby she had been doing and could stop at any time. she had gotten so wrapped up in the false illusion evan had created of her, she had forgotten how much she was worth for just being herself. maybe evan had shown her a different world, shown her the secrets to it and made her see different colors — but he had also shown her how much she didn’t fit into his world. she had forgotten how special she was because she was too busy loving him, trying to meet his expectations and ideals. 

it had made the idea of love seem disgusting — why would anyone go through that kind of pain just to be disappointed? sure, love included pain, after all one didn’t truly love if they had never experienced the pains of love. but when the pain was outweighing the good? the happy moments? amara had closed the chapter of love when evan had humiliated her. forgotten all her dreams of getting her happy ever after. 

it was kylian who made the difference. 

showing someone something was not the way one can learn. they’ll know how to spot it but they won’t know how to use it. it’s by teaching them that one can truly learn. and kylian taught amara how to love. 

taught her that love was not just sharing “i love you”. the act of love went further than that, more intimate. love was about creating. constructing a world that fits the other one as much as oneself. trying to realize the best version of the world. and it was so much more than just creating. 

love was also about trust. being able to confide in your partner was just as important as the feelings that were developed in a relationship. they had to trust that the other would always be there to catch them, no matter what case. trust was just as important. it was valuable and once the trust was gone, even love would not be enough. 

but what amara treasured the most was communication. it made her feel seen, her problems were heard and not just swallowed down to forget. they compromised when they weren’t sharing the same opinion and talked it out when they felt misunderstood. amara had always thought men didn’t like talking about their feelings, especially with all the fights she had had with evan whenever he seemed angry but again, kylian proved that there was hope for the male population. 

he didn’t keep to himself. when something seemed to be bothering him, he cleared it quickly with her and cuddle sessions were often spent with him ranting, whenever he felt bad or annoyed at his team. but most importantly, he never took it out on her. 

no matter how complicated it got, how angry he sometimes seemed at paris, he never let any of his anger out on amara — he never even showed it. it was another way of expressing their love for each other; by being their best versions for each other. 

they were ready for everything. even for the big night that was awaiting them.

just thinking about the grammys made a shiver run through her body. in about fifteen minutes she would officially step into the public again. re-enter the high society of the music industry and make her comeback. and for the first time, she would be opening the grammys. to say she was nervous was an understatement — even cleaning her entire house seemed like a better idea at the moment. 

the closer the car got, the more she could hear fans screaming and yelling from outside. amara had truly forgotten what big importance the grammys played — the night that decided all. and she was nominated in eight categories. she hadn’t even made two last year and now she was nominated for eight — oh, how the tables could turn. 

“on a scale from one to ten, how nervous are you?” grace asked her softly, reaching for amara’s hand and squeezing it. 

“44,” amara replied stiffly, fidgeting with her fingers. her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest, even though in a few minutes she would put on her best million dollar smile. weeks had gone into the preparation for the grammys, especially since she was the one hosting and opening them. adding to that, she also had two more performances scheduled tonight and amara knew that they had to be perfect. everyone would be scrutinizing her, watching her with prying eyes and waiting for a slip up. 

the weight of expectations was suffocating her but she was not about to have a panic attack ten minuets away from the venue. and not when she looked this beautiful. 

the beautiful diamond-encrusted blue mermaid gown that had been specially made for her fit her like a second skin. the dress was gorgeous with its long tail and waves that emphasized the long slit and showed off her beautiful legs. it was made to turn heads and steal the show — perfect for amara tonight. her hair had been pulled into an elegant sleek bun that matched the neutral but glowing makeup. she looked breathtaking so why didn’t she feel like it?

“you are the star of the night and you know it. no album was as good as mon amour and everybody knows it. even the people on social media are backing you,” grace tried to assure her as amara took a deep breath. she was trying to steady her hands and stop the shivering but her nerves were getting the better side of her. 

was she very excited to spend the night with people who had turned their back on her the minute evan had started spreading his lies? no. but would she love wiping the smile off their face by stealing the show tonight? definitely. 

her redemption arc had gone perfectly. even better than she had imagined. she didn’t have any reason to be nervous. she was still fidgeting with her fingers as the car arrived but her nerves had calmed down a bit. this was her moment; her chance to show the world again that she was back and here to stay. 

she closed her eyes for a few seconds as the car pulled up in front of the venue, a small smile appearing on her lips as she heard all the fans screaming. she wasn’t sure if they were yelling for her or maybe a previous artist but it reminded her again of how much she had missed them. missed her own fans that had defended her till the end. she would step onto that red carpet and make everyone swallow their past words. that’s what she had been taught and no situation fit better than this one.

“it’s show time,” grace whispered excitingly and amara took one final deep breath. the driver then opened the door and amara stepped out, the defeating roar of the crowd hitting her like a sudden wave. 

the moment she had finally gotten out of the car, people making sure that her dress was okay, Fans reached a new height of their screams as they yelled out of excitement. everyone surged forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the attention of the star singer while paparazzis were literally blending her their cameras and constant pictures. amara turned around and waved to the fans, blowing them kisses while a huge smile formed on her face. 

as she walked towards the red carpet, even journalists who were reporting live from the event were shocked by what turmoil the arrival of amara imani caused. cameras were flashing constantly without a pause, nearly blinding her as they tried to capture every move. even the other stars who had arrived before her were stunned by her appearance — and the way they nearly saw white because of all those paparazzi trying to take the best picture of her. 

“oh my god, this is crazy,” amara exclaimed, her cheeks starting to hurt from all the smiling. 

“girl, what did you expect? eight nominations and your first grammy appearance since two years? of course you’re gonna be turning heads,” grace replied in a matter of fact- tone because it was obvious. “this is your night so enjoy it.”

guided by her team, she moved quickly along them before stoping for the final red carpet photos and the interviews grace had told her would he waiting for her. the poses came naturally to her though it became quite difficult to keep her eyes constantly open with the way photographers were flashing her with their cameras. she smiled one last time, turning a bit so that her entire dress was visible and was caught at every angle. and then it was interview time. 

with a smile plastered on her face, she stepped towards the first reporter, all cameras still on her. “wow, first let me say, you look gorgeous. you’re glowing tonight.”

“thank you so much. i would say i’m blushing but i can’t…,” she trailed off jokingly before becoming serious again. “nah, but i am really thankful for my team that organized all this and very thankful for the designers that created this dress for me.”

“well, amara, we all know that you prefer to hide the muse behind your new album but has it helped you with your success? especially after such a hard year?”

she took a deep breath, trying to form the perfect words in her head. “i guess, one could say so. choosing this privacy for my life this time seemed right at the moment and i do not regret it. i am still a bit amazed at mon amour’s success because all i did. was just expressing my love but i am grateful for the success.”

the reporter nodded before asking the next question. “amara,” she began, “your return to the music scene has been eagerly awaited by fans worldwide. i mean even i was excited when you announced that you were going to be present at the grammys. what inspired to do comeback and can we expect more music?”

amara laughed. “to be honest, it was my boyfriend who inspired me that i hid enough from the public. especially from an important night like this. but what concerns music, i do not know right now. i hadn’t planned mon amour till i had four songs ready in a short amount of time and thought i can do more. i guess we’ll see.”

she bid her goodbye to the reporter before moving along to the next one, who seemed completely marveled at her. 

“wow, amara imani is standing in front of me. i think i can die happily now.” he joked enthusiastically, making amara grin too. “okay, but jokes aside. you really do look gorgeous.”

she smiled cheekily. “thank you very much. i feel flattered that i made you accomplish your life goal.”

“so, how does it feel to be back on the red carpet after your long hiatus? any special feelings?”

she shrugged nonchalantly. “it’s amazing being back. it’s always a big honor to be invited but being nominated is always another step. i kinda missed the rush and my fans. a small part of me probably even missed the constant pictures.”

“it was announced that you were going to co-host the grammys alongside dua lipa but you also have a performance scheduled tonight. that are a lot of expectations for tonight, do you feel ready for that?”

she nodded happily, her hand subconsciously smoothing out her dress. “definitely. we spent weeks perfectioning this performance especially because it is my first after such a long time — and as for dua, we are good friends so it should be funny to host with her tonight. but i’m definitely ready.”

she waved at the reporter before going to the next.one that she had grown fond of over the years. naomi hart. 

“if it isn’t amara imani,” naomi greeted her cheekily, pressing two kisses on each of her cheeks. the typical french greeting the two had developed between each other. 

“naomi hart. my favorite journalist,” amara stated in the same tone, hugging her. the two women went way back to amara’s early days of fame when naomi took her aside and explained to her how the whole press thing even worked. 

“wow, you really look amazing. like can we just take a moment and admire your dress?” naomi exclaimed jokingly but with a slight tone of admiration. “and that necklace — must have cost a fortune.”

“thank you so much. it was a difficult choice choosing this dress but it’s nice knowing that the dress is doing what it’s supposed to do.” she chuckled, doing a little twirl with the dress. “and the necklace was a gift from my boyfriend.”

“oh, the mysterious boyfriend. wanna tell us more about him or about your grammy performance?”

she shook her head amusingly. “nope, not really. i kinda like the privacy we got. but concerning my performances, all i can say is that it’s gonna be a lot. i don’t know the word small but then again, let’s not give away too much,” she answered teasingly, winking at the camera. 

“well, i’m definitely excited for it. you better slay on that stage.” 

“i will,” amara stated firmly before grace walked up to her and the two were escorted inside by her security team. the show was officially starting now. 

“wow… long time no seen amara,” sarah pierson greeted her, smiling at her while amara only faked small one. that sarah played a big part in her time with evan had not been forgotten. especially because she was the one amara thought she could trust the most only to be stabbed in the back. the comments her former friend had let out about her had really showed amara who had actually been her true friends and who was just with her for the good parts. 

“wish i could say i missed you but mama taught me not to lie,” amara replied simply, fiddling a bit with the microphone in her hand. 

sarah sighed, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. “amara, don’t tell me you’re still mad about the past. i didn’t know evan was lying.”

amara shrugged nonchalantly, not caring anymore. “i’m over it. you had your fifteen minutes fame. that’s what you wanted right? and now that they’re over, you’re crawling back?” amara questioned sassily as she checked her makeup one last time in the mirror. “sorry sweetie,” she replied in the same sweet tone she had been used to receiving from her, “but you’re a bit late. now excuse me but i’m about to open the grammys.” 

she sent her ex-friend one last dirty glance before strutting past her, ignoring any other calls for her attention as she made her way backstage. she had spotted lots of people — people who had supported her through the backflash and people who hadn’t even bothered to send her a message through all that complicated time. it had given her the chance to realize who was truly on her side and who weren’t and sarah and her whole clique definitely were on the bad list. 

“was she bothering you?” amara had found dua and grace chatting friendly when she finally made her way back and the latter had instantly remarked the somewhat displeased expression on her face. 

amara waved dismissively. “it’s nothing, just some insincere apologies that i’ve already heard,” she replied shortly, adjusting her outfit. “is everything ready?”

dua looked at her phone one last time and nodded. “it’s nearly 8. the red carpet is over and people should be at their places,” her serious expression softened as she looked at amara suggestively. “is he here?” she asked slyly, emphasising the "he”. 

“you won’t get anything out of me,” amara laughed as dua nudged her lightly, making her laughter only increase. 

amara couldn’t imagine a better person to host the grammys with than dua. the two singers had immediately hit it off when they had been introduced three years ago at the grammys and had since then stayed in contact. dua had even sent her some messages when amara had taken her leave from the star business. and now the two girls found themselves next to each other again. a sweet reunion. 

“ready to get everyone dancing?” dua teased her slightly, moving a bit so the dancers could all take their place before she left to get in place to announce everything. 

“never been more ready,” amara stated confidently, as she stared one last time at her outfit. the silver metallic ensemble that she had chosen for this performance fitted her perfectly, like a second skin and made everything look very futuristic and modern. a complete contrast to the video of the song but the dancing would make up for it.

“have fun,” grace told her quickly, blowing her a kiss and quickly disappeared too as the lights started to dim, to catch everyone’s attention and signify that the night was about to start. and it was. 

amara was officially letting the entire world know that she was back.

it was pitch black. except a few phones, every source of light had been extinguished or turned off. everyone’s eyes were focused on the stage or rather the person that would be appearing soon on it. 

she took one last breath before going into her start position, microphone tight in her hand. the music then began to play as the curtains opened slowly and amara hid a small grin at everyone’s reaction. 

“i’m ready to pull up on you,” she sang the minute the music stopped and the screen became black again before she continued to sing again. she and grace had put a lot of effort into the visuals of her opening performance, with liyah sometimes pitching in as a pair of fresh eyes. but the way everyone was cheering for her, a surge of pride overcome her as she danced — everything was going great. 

she was back in her element, her true nature. performing. some people were great at singing while some prefered to dance but amara found herself home in both. and she always tried to perform for her public. give them a show. she wasn’t one to just sing and do some moves — if she was on stage, she had to do both: sing and dance. give people the time of their lives. and from the way everybody was dancing, clapping or even singing along, she was clearly succeeding. 

by the time the music for hrs&hrs started, people were clearly out of breath from all the activity but they felt alive and no one was sitting down. the song she was singing now was perhaps a bit slower but people could still be enjoying themselves by singing loudly along, which was a great pause. 

during the second song, amara had changed outfit and had switched from her metallic modern ensemble to a beautiful, silky green dress with two thick straps that shimmered under the light. she had let her hair open and in the short pause where the dancers had time to leave the stage and it went black again, amara could change her shoes and put on some black heels. they matched the dress perfectly. 

“and yours, mine and ours,” she sang gracefully as the music faded out and light illuminated the hall again. she smiled brightly at everyone as whistles and clapping erupted from her audience — how she had missed this. 

dua was the first one to join her on the stage again. “and with this, the 2024  grammys have officially begun. let’s all give a huge applause to amara imani for opening our night like this.”

again, huge applause filled the arena and amara playfully bowed down. 

“thank you for your warm welcome. it’s been a while since i last performed,” amara admitted sheepishly as she brushed some hair out of her face. 

“well given the audience, i think you were amazing,” dua congratulated her. “tell me your secret, how do you do it? be gorgeous and talented at the same time?”

“omg dua are you flirting with me?” amara asked shockingly, playfully putting a hand on her heart. “you’ve never been this nice.”

“took you long enough to catch up, huh?” both were grinning as they entertained the public, making the people present laugh. “okay but focus back. welcome to the 66th grammy awards everyone — a night created to celebrate some of the finest talent in the industry from pop to punk. i can assure you there is an award for everything, with big names, big performances and even bigger awards there is no shortage of entrainment for our viewers at home and here to enjoy. i’m dua…”

“and i’m amara. and we’re going to host the show tonight.” both finished the last words together, posing playfully. they laughed at each other again before dua pulled out the first envelope. “let’s kick off the night with our first winner.” 

amara thanked the person quickly that had handed them the envelope before giving it to dua who opened it. the stars were out in the sky and by the stage and both were in for a long night. 

the night was fully in motion. they had kicked off with announcing the grammy for best rock song of the year which had been followed by a performance from megan thee stallion and cardi b before several other winners had been announced. but none of the categories where amara had been nominated. the energy was high, everyone was in a good mood as they waited for the results of the night and there were no scandals that could be discussed slightly. 

she had even spotted evan, which truly confused her as she couldn’t find a reason why he would even be invited, but it didn’t bother her much anyway. tonight was about her. she could make history tonight, or better said, gain her place in history with eight nominations. though she didn’t think she would truly win all six.

amara found herself standing backstage as she watched lizzo perform while her heart pounded in her chest. just before the black beauty had started to entertain the public, they had read out the nominees for the category of “best r&b song”, a category she had been nominated under though. the energy in the room was beyond anything she could have imagined the last time with people dancing and singing along to songs. the nigerian singer found herself so lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice that the performance was nearly over. as she looked up, her hands instantly clapped when she saw that lizzo was exiting the stage amidst roaring applause. 

the stage was set for another celebrity to grace it as all nominees started to hope that it was their name being called out. even amara reached for grace’s hand for support and squeezed it lightly to calm down some of her nervosity. all eyes were on kelly clarkson who was set to announce the winner. 

“okay, so i’ve got the envelope here.” she began as she opened the envelope. “and the grammy for best r&b song goes to… amara imani!”

the arena erupted in a loud, ear-baffling cheers as the spotlight shifted to the winner. her name was plastered across the big screen on the stage while her music filled the stage as she stood there, stunned and frozen in disbelief. 

it felt surreal. she had just won her first grammy. so many days and months she had dreamt of this moment and yet she still didn’t feel prepared. she had done it. 

“girl, this is your moment,” grace whispered to her quietly and amara slowly made her way to the stage. her sensations were on another end, a flying sensation running through her body. she passed many fellow stars, who congratulated her on her way and offered her beaming smiles as she made her way onto the stage. 

she was instantly pulled into a hug by adele before the award was handed to her and amara took some seconds, just to breathe. the trophy was heavier than she had expected but still the proudest thing she had ever won. though as she thought about it, she noticed how it paled a bit. two years ago, she might have felt complete with it but today — she had already achieved the feeling of content and happiness. 

her voice trembled slightly with emotion as she started her small thank-you speech. “hey again, i guess. oh mon dieu, this feels so surreal to me. like someone’s about to pinch me and tell me it wasn’t me. or maybe james cordon is about to jump out with a camera and that little show where they would prank people,” she joked making the audience laugh. she wiped away some tears that were threatening to roll down her cheek. “this grammy means so much to me. but it wasn’t just my work. i want to thank my family, my friends, my fans who didn’t let me down after this chaotic year that i had. that i could still do it. this is everyone’s work who believed that amara imani could do it one day. but this grammy also isn’t just for me because we all,” she continued, referring to the other nominees, “released some terrific music. and the fact i was nominated with you is a lot. i guess i just have one more thing to say and that goes specifically to my mother. mama, if you’re watching this, which you probably are… we made it. the little girl dancing in front of mirrors made it.”

once again, the audience erupted into applause, their cheers echoing for her well-deserved win. amara was still a bit paralyzed, after all she had just won a grammy in a category she had been nominated with along beyonce. her heart filled with gratitude as she saw the sea of faces that looked all happy to see her succeed. no matter if some of them were fake or not true smiles. she was the one leaving the stage with the golden trophy in her hand. 

and it wasn’t the only one she would win tonight. amara couldn’t describe her feelings when she found herself on the stage again as winner of the grammy for best r&b performance. her heart raced and her heartbeat quickened as she gracefully accepted the grammy trophy in her trembling hands. everything around her seemed to fade away with overwhelming emotions and feelings rushing through her body. she felt it from her head down to her legs, that were shaking a bit. all the hard work was paying off, hours she had spent not sleeping and working instead. this was a part of her legacy now. 

and what made it even more emotional was the fact that liyah was the one to have handed her the grammy. she had pulled amara into a big hug, both girls taking all their strength to not cry and ruin their makeup. they remembered the days when they were just two girls, starting university and barely managing to get by and now they stood on the stage of the grammys with one handing the other her award. the years spent on youtube, with the dream of illuminating the world with her music had finally come true. here she was, standing on the biggest stage and walking it down with her second grammy. 

“i’m sooo proud of you,” grace instantly congratulated her, pulling amara into a hug again. “you did it. you showed everyone your place in the industry is the top. this all your work.”

“our work,” amara managed to squeeze out. this wasn’t just her achievement — it belonged to everyone who was somehow involved with her and the album. it belonged as much to her as it belonged to grace because without the latter, none of this would even have been possible. “we did this together.”

her mind was running at high speed with thoughts and emotions. she wanted to say so much but her voice was betraying her with words stuck in her throat. nothing could describe this feeling, this moment of pride she felt. 

“let’s see our next categories,” amara and dua had gone on the stage again after a short break to continue hosting. the two had already announced the grammy for best rap album, best rap song and best country album amongst other numerous things. they entertained the audience with short playful acts and teasing that came to them naturally. and amara was smiling even more because now she stood there as a two-time grammy winner. 

“but first of all, let’s hear it for adele who is going to grace us with her beautiful voice. i swear that woman just knows how to make you feel better during a breakup,” amara announced, laughing at the end of her phrase. 

“and you had the hardest of all time. did you play adele on repeat?” dua went along and amara nudged her slightly. “i can imagine amara imani at home, listening to adele while filling her stomach with ice cream.”

“can you blame me? anyway let's hear it for adele.” the lights dimmed again as the curtains opened and adele appeared. the hosts left the stage quickly and took their places next to grace and liyah to listen to the british singer. 

the atmosphere was beautiful, a mix of admiration and warmth as adele brightened the stage. “easy on me” was definitely one of her top songs with the way the lyrics were able to pull someone in so quickly and literally attach them to her voice. listening to adele was a journey that had to be felt in every inch of the body, it went further than just listening to it. it reminded amara again, why she looked up to adele and beyoncé so much. 

the performance was nothing short of breathtaking, with her eyes recounting every detail of the song. the entire arena was left speechless again, singing quietly along but all eyes were on stage. when the final note had been sung, the room erupted into loud applause, a standing ovation that seemed to go on forever.

after adele’s performance, it was sza to take the stage and announce the winner for best pop/duo group performance. she stepped up to the microphone with a huge smile firstly expressed her love towards adele before naming the nominees again . 

amara subconsciously grabbed liyah’s and grace’s hand, squeezing them both as her leg trembled a bit because of all the anticipation. “and the winner is… wow, amara imani, come get your third grammy of the night.”

the cheers were deafening and the camera turned to amara to capture her expression. grace and liyah pulled her in for a group hug, the friendship trip jumping up and down as they celebrated. she accepted hugs from stars next to her, such as taylor swift and chloe bailey before making her way to the stage. the two black artists shared a short embrace before sza stepped aside to let amara speak. 

“is this normal? i mean winning one is already incredible but winning three — damn. firstly a big shoutout to cardi b because she slayed just as much as i did,” amara pointed to the female ripper and blew her extra air kisses before continuing, “okay, so big thank you again to my mother. for pushing me into the arts when i told you back then i didn’t want to. and a big thank you to my father, for sacrificing his time to accompany me to rehearsals instead of watching football — though i’m pretty sure, though i’m sure you’re not that mad about it. to my amazing fans, thank you too for putting up with me and not turning insane when everyone was labeling me as a crazy bitch.” laughter erupted throughout the arena as she paused for a moment. “thank you to my boyfriend without whom i guess this song wouldn’t exist. standard thank you to my besties grace and liyah, all those late night facetime calls were definitely worth it.”

“to all the other people who were nominated here, i loved your performances. adele, just wow and lizzo, i love you,” she blew a small kiss towards the black artist who copied the act. “and lastly before i forget, thank you to my bestie’s boyfriend charles leclerc and the amara imani protection squad. it’s lovely that you love me enough to stay up till six in the morning for me. i love you guys.”

applause erupted once more as amara finished her speech and left the stage again. she rejoined grace and liyah, giving them her grammy and sat down again. there would be a commercial break any moment, which amara wanted to use to change her dress. because the way it seemed, there was no doubt that she was the big winner of the night. 

breathtaking was the only word that came to mind as amara looked at herself in the mirror. the exquisite black gown was the definition of elegance and beauty and fit amara like a second skin. it was perfect for the announcement of the award that everyone had been waiting for — the grammy for album of the year. 

the dress had been a gift from versace and it reflected her beautifully. the classical mermaid dress, covered with a beautiful lacework and black crystals created an ethereal image of her. 

the shoulderless dress perfectly highlighted the jewelry she was be wearing. especially the beautiful necklace, kylian had gifted her. 

“wow,” liyah exclaimed as amara walked out, her eyes spotting her. “they don’t do things half-way, do they?”

amara only chuckled and did a little spin to show every angle of the dress. the gown especially showcased her décolletage and with it, her boobs that seemed to be bigger than they actually were in this dress. 

“you look breathtaking,” grace appeared from behind them, having chosen to change her dress too. “gorgeous isn’t enough to describe this dress.”

“but it’s you who makes it shine,” liyah finished. “i wanna borrow that dress asap.”

amara laughed. “poor charles. you’ll drive him crazy if you ever wear that dress.” 

“and don’t tell me you plan to wear it to a casual date. let’s not disrespect this masterpiece,” grace chimed in which resulted in both laughing.

liyah shrugged dismissively. “never. but the next driver’s gala, if me and charles are still going strong, why not wear it there…” she trailed off, a playful expression on her face. “make him leave earlier to take it off me… what’s for sure is that we’ll definitely not be able to christen some toilets in this.”

“liyah!” amara exclaimed and began to laugh, joined by grace who also started to laugh due to amara’s infectious smile. 

“we all know i’m right though. i’m the bad bitch to his big d energy. but enough about my relationship. let’s talk about you, miss five-time grammy-award winner. no one stands a chance tonight. and don’t forget our bet,” liyah threatened in a joking way. 

amara held up her hands. “don’t worry. let’s go now before i miss the last performance. and i want to see bruno mars live at least once in my life.”

the trio went back to their seats again and sat down just in time as the lights went out. amara quietly thanked taylor who complimented her outfit and send a radiant smile towards ella mai who had gushed about the dress. 

the nominee’s names had all been said already along with a small introduction for each album but before they could announce the winner, they would firstly be graced with a honorary performance from bruno mars. 

amara jumped up to her feet when the stage transformed into a light spectacle and bruno mars along with his usual band stepped out. the crowd erupted into screams as he launched into a medley of his greatest hits and amara found no shame in herself as she sang loudly along. and it seemed that she wasn’t the only one. 

the entire arena had gotten on their feet to dance to bruno mars. they sang along to every word of ‘locked out of heaven’ screaming around out of joy. bruno mars certainly held that power — bringing together everyone and getting everybody to dance. 

it felt too short as the last notes of his performance were played out and the song came to an end. amara was one of the first persons to clap, hardly being able to contain her excitement. after bruno mars performance, she felt recharged with energy again. his performance just brightened the whole atmosphere. especially because the evening was coming to an end. 

it was the vibing of her phone that tore her attention away from the stage as she picked up her phone. instantly a smile appeared on her face when she saw that it was kylian and she instantly opened it. they had spoken earlier but it had been to his time, shortly before nine and amara couldn’t imagine him being awake now if it hadn’t been for her. 

𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄

amara turned around, hoping to spot kylian wherever he was hiding but it was useless since the biggest award of the night was about to be announced. she would be lying if she wasn’t nervous even though she had already won five prices that night. but the sixth would make her break history, mark her place in the music industry. she knew that this moment could change her career forever — winning six grammys in one night. and knowing that kylian was there suddenly seemed to make everything sound not as bad as it seemed. 

“oh mon dieu, beyoncé is going to present the award,” liyah exclaimed, her eyes widening. 

as usual, the audience clapped loudly and whistles when beyoncé took the stage, walking elegantly towards the microphone. amara felt a sort of intimidation as she looked at beyoncé, knowing what the woman in front represented. excellence, grace, talent. simply perfection. 

and she was more than that for amara. she was the one to get amara into the music industry, she discovered her and made sure that her star was shining. there was a bond between them since the recording of brown skin girl — a mentor-student relationship that had made her rise. 

the renowned artist began with a small recounting of how she used to stand down there and reflected shortly on how all those albums actually deserved an award. opening the envelope, beyoncé did a small double take before laughing. smiling she announced into the microphone, “and the grammy for best album of the year goes to… amara imani. congratulations!”

one second, everyone was processing what had just happened, the next amara found herself engulfed by liyah and grace and three girls were jumping up and down. a few tears of joy were streaming down her face as she celebrated, not really believing what had just happened. when the two let go, amara was pulled into hug by cardi b followed by taylor swift before she made her way upstage. 

she approached the microphone slowly and tenderly embraced beyoncé who passed her the golden trophy. amara wiped away some of her tears, her head already looking for ways on how to form a sixth thank you speech. her eyes mirrored gratitude and happiness— she felt out of this world. 

“congratulations amara. you just put yourself onto history,” beyoncé praised her. “i am so proud that i was your mentor and helped you get there.”

“if anything i need to thank you for even giving me a chance. for actually being there for me. thank you queen b,” she thanked the woman in front of her, who smiled at her fondly and placed her heart on her heart. “this dream became true because of you. you are so much more than just my mentor. you were my inspiration and my idol. and that will never change.”

everyone smiled softly as they watched amara imani and beyoncé share an emotional moment that was finalized with a big hug. everyone knew the little background story to them; how beyoncé has started praising a random black girl on youtube to even inviting her for a collaboration — the queen had always had her back. their bond resembled a mother-daughter bond. 

after both pulled away from their hug, beyoncé left the stage and it was time for amara to hold her last thank you speech. her eyes scanned the room, where they spotted her best friends grinning teasingly at her and suddenly amara had the perfect idea. 

“so the first two person that i want to say thank you are my parents. it’s because of them and their desire to give me the world that i am here. thank you to my sister for always pulling me up and backing me when i needed you. then my best friends, liyah and grace who is also my manager because honestly, i don’t know if amara imani would exist if it wasn’t for those two. they built me up, made me stronger and showed me that family was more than just blood. a big shoutout to my entire team — you did all the hard work. i just wrote the songs but you guys are the ones who spend hours and hours adjusting everything, letting everything sound perfectly and making sure that every tune is sounding the way it should. it’s more work than people think and you deserve this prideful feeling as much as me.”

a small grin made its way on her lips when she finally spotted kylian. she took a deep breath — this was the moment everyone was waiting for. millions of people were watching just to see whether she would finally uncover the mystery of her beau to the world.

“and lastly, i want to thank the love of my life who inspired me to write this entire album. kylian, this album was for you— this grammy belongs to you because all i did was just writing about the way you were loving me. about the way we loved,” she expressed, laughing as she looked him straight into the eyes. shocked gasps, whistles and whispers of astonishment erupted throughout the crowd as they followed amara’s eyes and fell onto kylian. even the cameras were zooming in to catch the revealing moment. 

“thank you for going to training tiredly just because you stayed up all night, listening to me rehearsing. thank you for enduring all of my weird mood swings during the process of recording this album or organizing self-care days because you saw how tired i was. for giving me inspiration to even write this,” she wiped away a tear that had escaped, “i want to thank you for staying with me — even at my lowest and hardest times. there are so many things i want to thank you for but i doubt we have enough time for that. but one last thing: mon amour, je t’aime.”

a roar of applause, bigger than any tonight, rolled over the entire audience. everyone was clapping with smiles on their faces and the camera zoomed in on kylian’s face — everyone was excited to finally get a look at the man who had captured amara imani’s heart. 

since she was scheduled to perform now anyway, amara just waited for dua to join her on stage again. grace had informed her that the winner of album of the year would be performing and in this case it had been her. and amara wanted hers to be the most memorable one from the past. 

dua pulled her into a tight hug, congratulating her before announcing the nigerian singer just as tradition asked for it as the winner of the night and calling her up for her performance. 

“soo… at first i thought about performing xo but honestly… i don’t feel like this song fits now and i lost a bet,” amara chuckled, “so i thought of something else. just like i promised. i do have one special request for someone.” 

her eyes stared straight at him. “kylian, would you please join me on stage?”

the french striker furrowed his eyebrows, a confused expression turning up on his face as he listened to her request. his eyes darted around his surroundings, numerous celebrities encircling him. he looked at her, waiting for her to explain her request but she just nodded at him, waiting for him. 

grace nudged him lightly. “go,” she motivated him and he reluctantly got up from his seat to join his girlfriend on stage, greeting some celebrities on his way up that he had met with psg before. even though he, himself, was a celebrity he felt like an outsider at the grammys, surrounded by all those stars and artists. 

“want to tell me what you’ve got planned?” kylian whispered quietly, making sure his words weren’t picked up by the microphone.

“nope,” amara responded shortly. “just relax and enjoy.” 

the stage lights went dark again as the music started to play in the background. just like always, when the two were together, the world around them started to blur and only they mattered. no one else fit into their blurb, everything around them just faded away. 

their stare went deeper than just their iris, with their eyes going deeper than just the soul, as the music played in the back. time was frozen at the moment; they didn’t care if millions of people were currently watching them on tv — no one else mattered. this was their moment. 

“‘telling everybody you’re mine and i like it, and i really hope you don’t mind i can’t fight it.” her voice was soft, tender as she sang to him, her dark-brown eyes not leaving him. her body nearly melted in his embrace, his hands steady on her waist as they swayed on the stage together. if her voice didn’t tell their love story, their eyes and the way they looked at each other definitely did. his eyes held a kind of look, elderly people often told their grandchildren about in tales: the look of love, that completely enamored look that had taken over his entire face. that innocent kind of love that had become so rare around the world. if destiny ever made them go separate ways, then faith was truly cruel. 

every word hit him deeper than any ball he had ever received and went through his soul. each word was sung with a certain sincerity, vulnerability— amara was laying all of herself over for him, every of her walls. just for him. 

“that we found the one in one another”

his hands were wrapped around her waist, with her back facing him as she buried her head in his shoulders, leaning back. their bodies fit like a puzzle and the feeling of comfort spread instantly while they danced slowly to the rhythm, lost in each other and the meaning of the song. 

amara had never planned to actually release the song — her true and final love letter to kylian. but she had made the mistake of showing liyah and grace the unreleased song and both had instantly fallen in love with it which is how they came to the bet. and now amara was happy that she had accepted and lost the bet because the moment she was currently sharing with kylian — no money on the world could ever buy her that feeling again. 

“spend my life with you, alright”

 their chemistry was undeniable. even a blind man would be able to see how much in love they were. just the way they moved, perfectly synchronized with that certain amount of grace and elegance.  

the french striker was definitely more than mesmerized by her. his heart belonged to her and only her. no words did justice to describe her as she sang—even angelic was not enough to describe her. and she was more than just the sun in his universe. and it was vice versa. 

kylian was more to her than just her soulmate. no term in any language would ever measure up to the significance he held in her heart. nothing could ever compare to the feelings that emerged when he held her or just smile at her. the way his smile managed to drown out everything else. even memorizing it wasn’t enough anymore, she needed to see it constantly. and she had fallen in love with every flaw that he portrayed and carried. they had created a safe space around each other, that let them live like they wanted. amara had simply found her best friend in her lover; the true significance to a soul mate. 

“baby, while we’re young,” amara began to sing the last verses, as the rhythm became easier and the music started to fade out. she was smiling bigly, her cheeks from hurting from its width but she couldn’t stop herself. the amount of serotonin her body was producing at the moment was too much to not show any signs of it. and it seemed kylian was feeling the same. “and walk hand in hand to the sun.”

the song officially came to an end as kylian gave amara one last spin. they both leaned in, foreheads touching as they stared at each other utterly enamored. they didn’t have to say anything, their grins were enough to communicate with each other. even as havoc broke out in the audience, with applause rushing over along with whistles and calls for more but the two did not let go of each other. 

“je t’aime,” amara mouthed, exhausted but happy nonetheless. 

“plus que la galaxie.” he finished, matching her facial expression. 

in the end, the only time they needed was for each other. they were enough for each other, completely in love and ready to face the world together. 

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐤.𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

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[azulera]

Bisous

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Black Reader

Summary: 5 different ways that Kylian gives you kisses.

Notes: this is 1 of my favorite things i've ever written I think! qué emoción. Gentle feedback is very welcome + ao3 link

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I.

You have a life of your own, and a busy one too, but you always make time for small moments with your lover - a trip to the café, or a night at the cinema. What was small before, with Kylian, suddenly swells to the size of France, the size of Europe, to the size of the world. You’re unpleasantly reminded while waiting in line for a ticket to a 10pm show, and standing impossibly close to each other to brave the weather. The Parisian chill brings out his chivalry, so your hands rest in the pockets of his own jacket.

You look up into your boyfriend’s face colored by streetlights, at his lips gone slightly chapped in the wind and want to kiss them smooth, but think twice, knowing unfriendly eyes and cameras are always watching. It’s as if he can read your thoughts in your eyes, though, as he instead presses a kiss onto your hair that has gone even curlier with the chill. You pretend you can feel the heat of it traveling through your head, down to your chest and all throughout your body. When you see the flash of a phone camera, you go cold, turning and hiding your face in the wall of his chest. When the lights turn to voices, questions, and yells, you begin to pull away, but his hand finds yours and squeezes. The ticket line moves and he is diplomatic, talking his way out of a crowd all while his other arm weighs solid across your shoulders. You hold so tight to his fingers, you think you might break them. But he never lets go.

II.

At family dinners at chez Mbappé, French and English and Arabic blend and blur, and yet everyone is understood. You are even introduced to a cousin, with whom you and Kylian can flex your well-practiced Spanish. Over bowls of salad and rice and stew, conversations, jokes and memories fly and land and a picture comes into focus: in each of his loved ones a piece of the puzzle that makes him who he is, plus that special, unnameable thing that drew you to him in the first place. In the warmth of their presence, that thing grows and blossoms into its fullest form, stress and responsibilities shedding away until only a playful joy is left. Soon you fall under this spell, too, chatting with the adults and playing games with the children, both by his side and on your own. The fullness in your heart at what this means leaks out through your smiles, which come and stay until your face hurts too much from laughing.

What you see shining in his eyes over your dessert napkin later in the night almost frightens you with its tenderness. There are no words to describe what he wants to say, and this is no place for grand gestures, but the silent press of his lips against the back of your hand says a million words, in all of the languages you both speak.

III.

On rides home after a match, whether thrilling win or crushing loss, Kylian is defeated. He slumps into the backseat like a man twice his age, having given the most youthful part of himself to the grass and dirt glowing beneath stadium lights. You, instead, vibrate with energy, adrenaline surging so much from watching along that even your brown cheeks mimic the red stripes on his jersey. So, the two of you meet somewhere in the middle. Seatbelts are forgotten, his head rests on your chest, and your arms circle his back while you wait for your heartbeats to reach a common level.

When his lips latch on to your neck in the dark of the car, you know they are only kisses for kissing’s sake. They are a promise, a reminder, a shadow of a desire hindered only by an exhaustion that permeates his bones. So, you hold him up, enjoying the feeling, and letting him know so, fingers dragging gently along the nape of his neck. Tomorrow he will be bright and buzzing again, but for now he is a gentle giant, calm and docile as a baby, a warm weight between your arms. If he leaves marks to be found in the morning, you know what they will really mean is “thank you”.

IV.

In the mornings, you hear his voice before you see his face, and it is low and rich and as sweet to your ears as a song. His body is soft and warm beside yours in the breaking sunlight, yet he pulls you closer, hands reaching for your golden skin as if you were the sun itself.

“Ma fille d’or,” He calls you, breathing in your scent with his nose between your neck and shoulder. “I have to go.”

“Je sais.” You speak with your eyes closed. “Do you want me to get up with you?”

“Non, just stay there, just as you are. Tu est vraiment belle, tu sais?"

“J’ai entendu ça déjà, oui.”

He laughs, so close to your face you can feel the vibration, and then his lips, against your cheeks, eyelids, nose and chin. Tickling you, teasing you, and making you miss him already. You are so swept up you hardly notice when he’s stopped. You open your eyes to his apologetic, smiling face.

“A bientôt, mon amour.”

“A bientôt.”

“Au revoir.”

“Au revoir.”

He is making leaving harder than it has to be, but a final kiss on your bare shoulder makes it softer. He leaves to go get ready for training, and you turn over in bed slowly, carefully. If you don’t ruffle the sheets too much, and stay very still, you can close your eyes and imagine he’s still there.

V.

On empty evenings in your bedroom, where it is the two of you alone, your affection for each other is no longer burdened by place or time. Here, you could kiss him for hours and he would not get tired, and he is as persistent and insatiable as he is on the pitch. Whether you are on top of him, beneath him, or beside him is no matter - the sinews of his body are agile as they bend to you, your mouths drawn to each other as if by magnets behind your teeth.

Here, his kisses punctuate his needs and wants: “Non”, “Oui”, “Look at me”, “Don’t stop”, and you learn to identify his desires by their pressure. There are deep kisses, him swallowing all the sounds you make, and shallow pecks that force more sound out of you, but in each variation there is something the same. Three words, one phrase, whispered, shouted, and cursed, before, during, and after. He speaks them into your open mouth, one time in French, in Spanish, in English, and you think that no lips have ever uttered anything more beautiful. You are breathless, cradled in his strong arms, and lost in his eyes when, one by one, you kiss them back into his.

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Kylian Mbappé | Comme Les Fleurs Masterlist

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Physiotherapist!OC

Summary: Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him. 

Warnings: SMUT (18+), fluff, angst, forced proximity, slow-burn, mommy issues

Note: I’m not sure how long this one will be but I’m shooting for less than 10 chapters! Hmm, taglist is ongoing so just comment and I’ll add you. My OC won’t have a description of physical characteristics other than female anatomy. Small font is intentional, will not be used in the main text.

This work is to not be published or stolen in any way. This was written using my imagination and has no correlation to real life Kylian Mbappe. If this story is similiar to another work, then it is entirely by coincidence.

Series Masterlast: 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7 

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10 (Upcoming)

Last updated: 20 August 2023

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𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 (𝟓)

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃

he fell first but she fell harder

𝙊𝙍

two young adults become neighbors in the most romantic city in the world

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem!oc (brielle healy)

warnings: not proofread, nsfw read at your own risk 

chapters 21-25 

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- July 3 2019 -

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑." Kylian said as he wrapped his arms around Brielle's waist, pressing a kiss to her exposed shoulder. The girl hummed has a she closed her eyes, resting her head against his shoulder as his mouth now moved over to her neck, leaving small kisses. Just as their lips were about to connect, a soft knock came from the door of the changing room.

"We're ready for you, miss Healy." The assistant of the photographer said, lucky for the Los Angeles native, the whole crew spoke English this time, making her let out a sigh of relief as soon as she walked in. At her reaction, Kylian couldn't help but laugh, realizing that he was seriously going to need to teach her the language.

"Coming!" The girl responded before pecking the boy's lips and slipping out of his arm and out of the room. The Mbappé followed behind, sitting on a stool a member of the crew had told him to sit on earlier. The footballer couldn't help but smile as she watched the model posing for the camera. When they had done their shoot together, it took him almost a full hour to stop being awkward, and the way she moved so gently and elegantly in front of the camera completely blew his mind.

Forty minutes later, the boy found himself waiting right outside Brielle's changing room, waiting patiently on his phone for her, not paying attention to what was going on around him. So when he went a hand grab a hold of his forearm and pulling him backwards, it's safe to say it got scared.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed as the girl closed the door, wrapping her arms around his neck after. As soon as he realized what had happened, Kylian calmed himself down before wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Scared me." He mumbled as she leaned on her sideways on his chest, his lips against the top of her head as his eyes stared at the two of them in the mirror. A smile grew on his face as he noticed how peaceful she looked with her eyes closed, a grin plastered on her face.

"I want you to be my girlfriend." The boy whispered against the top of her head after a couple of seconds of silence.

"Huh?" The girl said, not having heard what the boy had said, making her look up at him. The boy smiled down at her before pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her lips.

"I want you to be my girlfriend." He repeated against her lips once they had pulled away, making the Healy girl bit back a smile.

"And I want you to be my boyfriend." She whispered as they stared into each other's eyes, smiles on both of their faces before their lips met again.

"Does this mean I can introduce you as my girlfriend to my parents tomorrow?" Kylian asked in a low voice once the two of them pulled away once again, this time a little out of breath. The Healy girl nodded with a wide smile before pulling him closer, both of them smiling into the kiss as they enjoyed their moment together.

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- July 4 2019 - 

"𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍, 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐒, 𝐎𝐔𝐕𝐑𝐄!" 𝐀 loud voice yelled from the other side of Kylian's front door, making the two twenty years old jump a bit. The two of them were currently sitting on the couch, the boy having come back from training only minutes ago, as they watched some show they found on Netflix. [Kylian, buddy, open up!]

"I'll be right back, chérie." Kylian whispered, pressing a kiss to the girl's temple before pushing himself up from the couch. A groan left Brielle's mouth at the sudden wave of cold under the blanket, making the boy chuckle a bit. Soon, she heard the door open as well as the two men talking to each other in French, meaning the girl had no clue what was going on.

"Sorry 'bout that." Kylian said a couple of minutes later when he walked back into the living room, falling back into his spot as Brielle threw the blanket over him and snuggled close to him.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it was just Presko. You remember him, right? Plays for PSG and the French team."

"Mhm." The girl hummed, her eyes slowly closing as she felt herself relax in the arms of her boyfriend.

"He wanted to go out tonight, told him no, and then he kept begging me to go. Fucking idiot." Kylian explained with a soft laugh at the end, making the Healy girl smile to herself.

"When are we leaving?" The girl asked, the two of them were supposed to go meet with the boy's family later that night.

"About that... Something came up with Ethan, like schedule problem or something, so we'll have to reschedule." Kylian told her, his hand slowly going back and forth on the side of her hair, playing with some pieces here and there.

"Then why'd you say no to--"

"I wanna spend time with you. The season's starting soon and we'll have less time together, Bri. And then you're gonna be busy being the amazing model you are, and then we'll barely have time to see each other! Like, what happens when we won't be able to see each other for like a week? How am I supposed to go that long without seeing you?" He said seriously, making his girlfriend laugh a bit at how dramatic he was being.

"Kyky, baby, calm down. We're neighbors, it's not like we live on the opposite side of the city, we're right next to each other. Plus, most of my shoot are gonna be when you have practice, so everything's is going to be okay, alright?" Brielle cut him off, placing both of her hands on his cheek and pressing a kiss to his lips after. Kylian sighed a bit before nodding his head and leaning in, connecting their lips together once again.

"Can we..." The girl started as she pulled away from the boy's lips, only they were back on hers in a heartbeat, making groan before pushing him away, a chuckle slipping past his lips.

"Can we go see the Eiffel tower tonight, please?" She asked with a smile, making the boy look at her in aw.

"Bien sure, mon amour. But, we're having a cute little dinner at mine first."

"Do I need to change?" She asked quickly, her eyes growing wide as she looked down at what she was wearing, which was pretty much only his clothe.

"No, you look good like that."

"Are you saying I don't look good when I'm not like this?" She joked, raising an eyebrow at him, making the boy smile before he pressed a kiss to her lips.

"No, you always look good. It's just that you look better when you're wearing my clothes, that's all." He said softly, his eyes looking straight into her as she bit back a smile and a red tint took over her cheeks.

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"𝐊𝐘𝐊𝐘, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄, 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 here." The girl said she heled her phone, snapping a quick picture of the boy as his head turned to look at her with a smile on his face, one that was only there when he was around her.

"Bri." He whined once he realized what had happened, making the girl laugh before sending the picture to him. The new couple was currently sitting near the Eiffel tower, just like the girl had asked earlier, a wide smile on her face a she sat down behind the wheel of Kylian's car barely an hour ago. Their night was filled with pictures being taken every second almost, kisses pretty much every minute and hugs here and there, before the two of them headed back to their building, slowly drifting off to sleep in the other's arm.

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- August 4 2019 - 

"𝐊𝐘𝐊𝐘!" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 yelled out as the boy walked into his apartment, a smile forming on his face at the sight of his girlfriend running into his arms, a small grunt leave his mouth as she threw herself into his arms, a laugh leaving her mouth. The boy had just came back from China, where the PSG team had been for the last week or so, meaning this was the first time the couple was spending that much time apart and that far away from the other.

"Hi, chérie." Kylian mumbled as he dropped his bags to the floor, his arms wrapping around Brielle's shoulder as he leaned his chin on the top of her head, her perfume fulling his nose, bringing him a feeling of comfort.

"I missed you." The girl admitted as she tried to pushed her head further into his chest, making the boy chuckle a bit.

"I missed you, too."

"You're never allowed to leave me for that long ever again!" She said sternly as she looked up at her boyfriend, making him scoff a bit, a bright smile still present on his face.

"Chérie, I was barely gone for a week." He answered with a slight chuckle making the girl's look at him with a stern look.

"And? I've been all alone for the past week. The only people I've interacted with are barista's and the cute little lady next door. Plus, my bed's been all cold ever night, it gets lonely." She sassed back, making the boy shake his head a bit.

"Well, I am all yours for the next 24 hours." Kylian whispered before leaning in and connecting his lips with hers. Soon, the two of them made their way to the couch, their lips still stuck together and the boy slowly sat down, bringing his girlfriend along with him. Brielle's thighs were resting next to his as her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close as one of his hands made its way to the side of her neck and the other resting on her ass.

Just as Kylian's lips were about to leave hers to make their way to her neck, Brielle's phone suddenly went off, making the two of them groan as their lips slowly parted. The girl looked over at her phone, only to see it was Mike calling her, making her look over at her boyfriend with an apologetic look before getting off his lap.

"I have to take this, it's Mike. I'm sorry, Kyky." She spoke as she picked up her phone and went over to his bedroom, closing the door behind herself. A couple of minutes later, the girl walked back out, a giant smile on her face.

"What's up with the smile?" Kylian asked his girlfriend with a smile of his own as she walked over to him, sitting back down on his lap.

"Mike wants to know if you want to do another shoot with me tomorrow. I already told him yes, so, you're kinda stuck doing it anyways."

"Of course you did." Kylian said with a laugh, making the Healy girl slightly hit his shoulder.

"Also, there's this like event next week, I didn't really understand what it is, but I want you to come with me, pretty please." Brielle said with a bright smile. The Mbappé pretended to think about it for a bit before nodding his head, and barely a second later his lips were back on hers. The couple eventually made their way to his bedroom, where their clothes were one by one thrown around the room.

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- August 12 2019 - 

"𝐇𝐄𝐘, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆?" Kylian asked as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's waist, leaning his chin down on her shoulder, their eyes meeting in the bathroom mirror in front of them.

"Just, nervous, I guess." The girl answered in a low voice as she leaned herself backward against his chest. Kylian's lips pressed a soft kiss to her naked shoulder blade, making the girl hum in happiness.

"You're stressing yourself out for nothing, chérie. Everything's going to be okay, I'll be with you the whole night." The Mbappé boy whispered in her ear, making the Healy girl nod her head slightly.

"I know. But, it's just, this is like our first time going out together like this, and I don't know, it scares me?" She questioned herself as one of her hands reached for the back of his neck, her thumb softly rubbing his skin.

"Bri, I promise you, everything's going to be okay. And if ever it's too much for you, we'll leave, okay? I'll be right next to you the whole time." The boy promised as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, then to her neck, and finally to her shoulder again.

"I love you, you know that." The girl admitted, her head leaning to the side a bit so they were face to face. A loving smile grew on the boy's face as he looked down at her with nothing but love and admiration for the girl in front of him. This was the first time either of them had ever said those words out loud, making butterflies erupt in his stomach. Even thought he didn't know her at the time, ever since his eyes landed on her the day she moved in, Kylian knew she was the one for him. Maybe it was a stupid thing to say, but the moment he walked into that elevator, something inside him felt different.

"And I love you." He answered softly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips, a smile growing on the girl's face as their lips moved together.

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"𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘!" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 Healy girl whined as she leaned against the boy's chest, making him laugh a bit.

"We're almost home, mon amour." The boy whispered back as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, keeping her close as the elevator started making it's way up.

"Good, because I think I would fall asleep here if we stayed like this for too long." She mumbled against his chest as her arms wrapped around his chest.

"Can you turn around?" Kylian asked, his hands fixing his blazer that was currently resting on the girl's shoulder. His words made the Brielle let out a groan before looking up at him.

"But I'm comfy like this."

"Pretty please, I wanna take a picture of us." He asked with puppy dog eyes, something he knew the girl couldn't say no to.

"Fine." She answered lowly before turning herself around so her back was against his chest. The Mbappé boy quickly took out his phone as they approached their floor, quickly snapping a couple of pictures before the doors opened. He reached his hand up for her to grab with a smile on his face, making the girl roll her eyes with a smile of her own before grabbing his hand.

Their hands swayed up and down way more than they normally should be, but it was something the girl loved to do when they held hands. One time, they almost hit someone that was walking behind, getting cursed at in French by the old man, something that the girl didn't care about because who was he to tell her what to do with her life, right? But Kylian didn't exactly have the same reaction, embarrassed by what had happened especially since the man had recognized him. So, from that moment on, Kylian made a rule that they'd only do that when no one else was around them, something the girl wasn't exactly fund of, but she respected his decision.

"Kyky, I don't think I am gonna make it to the bed." The girl admitted as the two of them stood in front of her front door, Kylian struggling to find the right key to open the door.

"You will, chérie, don't worry." The boy answered with a laugh as he finally opened the door, only when he looked back down, Brielle's eyes were closed. He tapped her shoulder a couple of times, calling her name as well, only he got no answered. He shook his head a bit, a slight chuckle leaving his mouth before picking her up bride style and carrying her into her home.

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- August 13 2019 -

𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 back of his head as Brielle bounced on top of his thighs, his hands gripping her hips harshly as he guided her up and down, chasing his orgasm. Brielle's hands were resting on the top of his bare shoulder blades, her nails digging into his skin whenever he hit that one spot inside of her.

"C'est ça bébé, continue, tu m'fais sentir si bien avec ta ptite chatte serrée." The boy moaned as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer, the girl accelerating her hips at his words. [That's it baby, keep going, making me feel so good with that thight little pussy.]

"Fuck, Kyky, I am so close!" The girl mumbled as she let her head drop against the boy's neck. Letting her body loose as she let him take control of her hips fully, his hips coming up to meet hers in the middle. The sound of their skin meeting along with their moans and whimpers the only thing being heard in the small bedroom until Kylian let out a loud groan, his hands keeping Brielle's hips firmly against his, as he emptied himself inside the condom.

The girl's hips started to moved back and forth on top of him, chasing her own high, which she quickly achieved as one her boyfriend's hand had found it's way to her clit, rubbing it just the way she liked her. A loud moan of his name leaving her mouth as clenched around him, whimpers leaving her mouth as she came down from her high.

"You okay?" The Mbappé boy asked after a couple of minutes, the only thing that could be heard before that being their heavy breaths.

"I'm fucking fantastic, Ky." The girl answered with a loopy smile as she pulled her head away from his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips after.

"I have to leave soon, chérie." He whispered as she leaned her forehead against his, a whine leaving her mouth.

"No."

"Mon coeur, you know that if I could I'd stay right here with you forever, but I have practice and I can't be late again." He explained, pressing kisses to her face here and there every once in a while. The Healy girl was about to answer him, but a loud knock echoed in the room as her mouth opened to talk.

"Are you two horndogs done? Kyky we have to leave soon!" Neymar's voiced yelled from the other side of the door, making the two young adults groan.

"Why is he always here?" Brielle asked harshly as she slowly pushed herself up, separating herself from the boy beneath her. Kylian laughed a bit before pushing himself out of the bed, as Brielle fell flat against it, her head hitting the pillow making a loud noise.

"Give us a sec!" The French native yelled back as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers and a hoodie and throwing them over to his girlfriend before getting himself dressed in some clothes.

"Finally! I've been waiting for like fucking forever, my ears are traumatized!" Neymar complained once Kylian opened his bedroom door, making the two other roll their eyes.

"Bro, why didn't you just leave?" Kylian asked annoyed as he sat on the edge of the bed, slipping his shoes off.

"Too lazy. Hi, Bri, love the new look!" The older man exclaimed once his eyes caught Brielle's, referring to her messy hair earning himself a middle finger. Neymar chuckled as Kylian walked over to his girlfriend, pressing a kiss to her forehead then to her lips and her forehead again.

"I'll be back soon. I love you."

"Je t'aime." The California native answered with a smile as pressed a kiss to his lips, Neymar gagging making the two twenty years old roll their eyes once again.

"Bye, Bri Bri!" The Brazilian man said with an overly happy smile as Kylian pushed him out of the room. Brielle faked a smile and waved at him as her boyfriend closed to the door, mumbling a small 'sorry' to her.

"Bro, choking?" Neymar teased his younger best friend with a smirk on his face, something Kylian didn't feel like dealing with right now. The red hand mark on the girl's neck was something he noticed way before her messy hair, or the small red spots on Kylian's neck.

"Shut up and look where you're going." The twenty year old mumbled as he pushed his best friend forward, making a loud laugh leave Neymar's mouth as the two of them made their way down the hallway.

"And give me that extra key back, will you?"

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Release Schedule: Cliché? Most definitely. | Kylian Mbappé 

Hello, lovelies! As you could probably tell, I'm an organization freak (pretty sure I have a schedule kink at this point lmao).

Anywayyysss, I wanted to post a release schedule of the first five chapters (don't worry your pretty little heads I promise you it's going to be longer than just five measly chapters) so you guys have an idea of when to expect them.

Also, it helps me be organized so I don't forget to write them lol.

P.S. I definitely recommend listening to Love Story by Indila (as you could probably tell I used the lyrics as chapter titles. cliché I know ;) sorry bad pun lol )

Chapitre Un. Rien autour n'a de sens

April 30, 2023

Aamira almost misses her flight and deals with the chaos of moving into her apartment in Paris.

Kylian walks off injured from the pitch after missing two penalties and faces a daunting realization; his mind and body were just as crushed as his spirit.

Chapitre Deux. Et l'air est lourd

May 1, 2023

Aamira settles in the new city and pays a visit to her graduate supervisor to discuss her research. 

Kylian’s family spends the day with him as their concern for his well-being grows every day. Unfortunately for them, Kylian isn’t very open to their suggestions. 

Chapitre Trois. Il est seul et lui parle souvent

May 6, 2023

Aamira gets a call from her boss back home which dampens her already dark mood. 

Kylian can’t stand staying at home alone with his thoughts. He goes for a walk and bumps into a woman who seemed as broken as him. 

Chapitre Quatre. Il la voit partout

May 11, 2023

Aamira can’t seem to forget that encounter with the footballer who seemed to read her soul.

Kylian reflects back on the conversation with the pretty stranger and his mind refuses to part from her.  

Chapitre Cinq. Il l'attend debout

May 16, 2023

Aamira stays late to work on her thesis when she gets a call from an unknown number.

It’s the night before the game against Bayern and Kylian feels like the world is closing in on him.

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Chef's Kiss || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Summary: A passionate encounter unfolds in the kitchen as Kylian comes home. You both share intense moments and proceed to the bedroom, leaving you both breathless and content.

Warnings: smut,cursing

As you stand in the kitchen, focused on cooking a delicious meal, you hear the front door open, and in walks Kylian, looking tired but happy to be home. He can't resist the sight of you in the kitchen, and without a word, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel his warm breath on your neck, and a smile spreads across your face.

"Hey, you're home early," you say, leaning back into his embrace."Yeah, I couldn't wait to see you ange" he murmurs, planting a soft kiss on your neck. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, and you turn off the stove, giving him your full attention.

With a mischievous grin, Kylian lifts you up and gently places you on the kitchen counter. His hands move to your hips as he kisses your neck, and you moan softly at the feeling. "I miss this", he says looking in your eyes.  Kylian's hands begin to rub up and down your legs, sending shivers through your body. You reach up and grab the back of his head, pulling him closer to you.

Kylian moves his hands up and begins to unbutton your blouse. As he works his way down, he pulls it off exposing your lacy bra. Kylian cups your breasts in his hands, rubbing them lightly, making your nipples harden against his palms.

You arch your back, pushing your chest towards him. Kylian slips his hands under your bra, and slowly removes it from your body.

He leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking it lightly. You close your eyes, letting out a low moan. Kylian switches between your nipples, leaving both of them wet with his saliva.

You push yourself against him, wanting more. Kylian slides his hand down your stomach, over your panties, and into your pussy. Your breathing becomes heavy as you start to grind your pussy against his hand. He starts to finger-fuck you, while continuing to suck your tits. You moan louder, and reach down to touch yourself. Kylian stops what he is doing, and looks up at you. "I want to taste you."

With that, he pushes you down onto the countertop, and pulls your skirt down. He runs his tongue along your slit, and you moan shakily. Kylian then moves his tongue inside you, fucking you with his tongue. You wrap your legs around his head, trying to get him deeper inside you. Kylian takes this as an invitation, and begins to thrust his tongue in and out of you.

He continues to eat you, until you finally come all over his tongue. He pulls away, and smiles up at you. "You taste so good amour," he says, licking his lips. You smile, and lean forward, kissing him deeply. Kylian picks you up again, and carries you upstairs to the bedroom. He lays you down on the bed , and yanks his boxers down to climbs on top of you. He kisses you passionately, and you can feel his cock pressing against your pussy.

Kylian slowly lowers himself onto you, sliding his cock inside you. You gasp at the feeling of being filled completely by him. Kylian begins to fuck you slowly at first, but soon speeds up, picking up speed. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

You can tell he is about to come, and you beg for him.Kylian grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, holding you still. You try to pull away, but he holds you tight.

You look into his eyes, pleading with him to let you go. He lets go of your wrists, and grabs your face, pulling you towards him. He moans into your mouth while fucking you. You stare into his eyes. "Fuck me harder Kylian!" you scream, and he does just that. He fucks you faster, and harder than before. You can feel your orgasm building as he grunts, and beg him not to stop.

"Please don't stop! I'm going to cum!" Kylian responds by pounding into you even harder, and you climax, screaming his name. After a few minutes, he collapses on top of you. He kisses you softly, and you lay there together, catching your breath. Kylian rolls over on his side, and pulls you close to him while grabbing your arse. "Fuck, that was amazing," he laughs.

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kylian talking you through it

notes: idkkkkk its just straight smut ngl no plot whatsoever

warnings: smut, smut, all of the above

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“oh” he groaned lowly. “fuck.”

kylian had the nasty tendency of jumping between languages whilst he was buried in you, face contorted and skin slick with sweat.

the dragged out ‘fuck’s’ would overlap crudely with his pretty french words, some so dirty-sounding it had you scratching your head after at what he’d meant.

he’d be reluctant to tell you their meaning, shaking off your innocent questioning with a breathless laugh as he tucked himself into your side like he hadn’t just expressed his french wish to put a baby inside you.

that wish always seemed to creep up again, like it did now. your mouth fell slack against his when he pushed himself into you, both quiet for a moment, letting your mixed sighs and hitched breaths fill the air.

“so good” he choked, looking down and letting his eyes devour the sight of him slowly disappearing into you, before looking up again and cupping your face.

“so, so good” he rambled on, his lazy thrusts falling into perfect rhythm with every ‘so’ when you tapped his thigh lightly, giving him the green light to finally move.

your mouth rests against his, both too weakened by the other’s feel to even bother moving your lips. “l-like that” you whined, hooking your arms around his neck when the subtle sting was washed away by a warm, pulsating feel only he could ease out of you.

“watch” his words are cut short by a particularly loud groan he attempts to swallow back. “watch it go in.”

he always loved when you watched his movements, said you had this look in your eye that he’d think about during training whenever he zoned out. it was a loving look, twisted with something else that had him taking cold showers and getting strange looks from his teammates in an attempt to wash away the excitement.

he lifts your left leg over his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot that he knew would send you into a frenzy.

“fuck, fuck- fuck!” you repeated, words coming in a messy heap as kylian’s hands traced upwards, between your breasts, before curling around your throat and squeezing lightly, planting a feather-light kiss on the corner of your mouth. “good?” he coos.

you nodded desperately, until another light squeeze prompted you to use your words. “yes- s’good. oh-fuck!”

good didn’t cut it. his delicate words contrasted so harshly with the quickening snaps of his hips, hands now travelling down your stomach and gently pressing against your clit. sometimes gently, sometimes a little harder, all the while erupting different sounds from you that had kylian wanting to forever have them on repeat.

“i love-” another moan that was swallowed by his mouth. “i love you.” you cried, eyes fluttering shut when you felt his lips move up your neck, his light stubble making you shiver into him.

he let your leg drop, wrapping it around his torso as he laid into you, his weight heavy against yours. “say it again” his lower hip movements slowed, rocking into you softly. “for me.”

you said it again and again, lost count, in fact. the warmth pooling in your lower stomach was making you dizzy, your only strength showing in how you clenched around him, low moans dragging out into higher, breathless ones.

“dont stop-yes!” you threw your head back on one particular thrust, feeling tears fill your eyes from the aching pleasure that made your fingers involuntarily grapple at his shoulders as if to steady yourself.

kylian noticed, his hands immediately cupping your cheeks, thumbs swiping away at the wetness. “bébé” he swallowed between ragged breaths. “dis-moi d'arrêter” he pecked your lips  “et j'arrêterai.”

your head shook furiously, fucking yourself up into him, craving the friction and the lewd sounds of your juices mixing together as words seemed to have fallen off the edge - an edge you were now craving.

“allez bébé.” he lifted you from the bed, one hand wrapped around your lower back with the other pressed between your shoulder blades. head lulling against his shoulder, your words were fragmented as he bounced you against him - both just as tired and flustered as the other.

“nearly t-there amour, ‘can feel it” he grappled with your hair, tugging it back so he had full access to your neck, lips dragging up your throat. “don’t clench-fuck! just let go for me-there you g-”

you bit down on his shoulder when a loud yelp suddenly escaped your lips, already too fucked out and breathless to stop the incoherent mumbles and moans that only seemed to grow louder as kylian’s fingers worked at the nerves between your legs.  

“i got you amour, hold onto me, thats it!-like that” he cooed, his gentle words a harsh contrast to his quickening movements and ragged inhales as her walls pulsated around him, all dewy and hazy to see him unravelling over her quivering figure.

he brought his fingers up to her lips, running his pads over them before slowly slotting them into her mouth, the wetness of her tongue sending shocks to the tip of his cock-

“putain! gonna c-” kylian couldnt even finish his sentence, fingers dragging out of her glistening mouth and reaching for her hand, fingers interlocking as he dropped them against the mattress again.

you whispered loving words into his ear, your other hand lightly raking up his spine after his movements had stilled and he’d collapsed against you, forming the other half of what could only be described as a sweaty mess in need of a shower.

he didnt speak for a moment, instead milking out the last of your orgasms and leaving kisses on your shoulders as little ‘i love you’s’ since words always failed him in his post-bliss state.

sleep overtook them in minutes after he’d fallen back to your side, reaching out for you with grabby hands, needing to hold you in the minutes before despite your bodies being slick with sweat. kylian was too tired to shower and you were to tired to fight it, ‘tomorrow’ he said with a peck on your temple, then just like that you both fell into a deep snooze.

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[applejuicefruit]

something like… reader had a toxic relationship and gets surprise when kylian help her with her period.

this 😩❤️

kylian mbappe x reader

tw : period, blood, panic attack, mention of past toxic relationship

My angel

The moment you woke up you knew something was off. You were spending the night at Kylian’s and there was no reason for you to be worried about a thing, expect, you woke up around midnight when you felt cramps in your lower abdomen and something sticky between your legs.

You tiredly opened your eyes and turned the lamp on your nightstand on.

“Shit shit shit” you whispered to yourself when you saw the blood staining Kylian’s white sheets.

You were panicking.

This only happened once with your ex boyfriend and he got so mad at you, yelling and screaming saying that you were supposed to know when your period was approaching you. You remembered how furious he was because you ruined his bedsheets and how he wanted you to clean everything, not even caring you were in pain and losing more blood. You didn’t want that to happen with Kylian too. You knew you came from a very toxic relationship and that kind of stuff will never happen with Kylian but the trauma was still living inside you and you couldn’t help but worry.

Kylian felt when you stood up from the bed but thought you were going to use the bathroom so he didn’t care. He got worried when he heard your trembling voice calling his name.

“Kyky…” you tried to wake him up softly “Kyky…can you please wake up?” you shook him a little.

“What…” he opened his eyes and got worried when he saw you standing next to his nightstand and tears covering your face.

“Is everything okay?” he asked sitting up.

“Not really…can you stand up for me only for five minutes please? I promise I’ll be quick” you said.

“For what?” he asked.

“I-I just got my period….” you softly whispered, too embarrassed to even look at him in the eyes “…I stained the bedsheets, I promise I’ll be quick and change them now, I just need you to stand up for five minutes” you panicked a bit.

“Nonsense” he said “I’ll take care of it…you need to relax my love, I’ll run a bath for you” he said standing up.

“You don’t have to. It’s okay, I can take care of it just now….give me a second to get changed and I’ll put on the new bedsheets, I know it’s gross and ” you tried to argue back but Kylian wasn’t having it.

“Mon amour…” he put his hands on your shoulders “I can take care of it…you don’t have to worry about a thing, it’s completely normal, it happens and I’m not grossed about it, now why don’t you relax and I’ll prepare you a warm bubble bath?” he asked again and you nodded, not able to form any word, still shocked by his kindness and concern about you.

You went straight into the bathroom ad Kylian followed you and prepared you a hot bath and lighted up your favorite candles too.

“You relax now okay my angel?” he kissed your cheek and left with clean bedsheets. 

He put the dirty sheets in the washing machine and in a few minutes he had changed it all. He came back to the bathroom where he found you playing with the bubbles and he smiled. 

“I got you clean clothes” he smiled, putting your clothes next to the sink.

No one ever cared about you like this and honestly you were feeling a little bit overwhelming by everything.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, sensing your panic.

“No…not really” you whispered.

“What can I do to help you?” he sat on the border of the tub.

“It’s not that…but no one ever cared about me when I have my period like you are doing now…like, it’s new to me and I don’t know how to react…” you said keeping your head low.

“Is the bath making you feel better?” he asked.

“Yes…a lot” you said honestly.

“Then that’s everything I have to know…I care about you mon amour, I don’t want to be afraid to tell me when something like that happens again okay? I’m not grossed or ashamed about it, it’s natural and completely normal. All that matters to me is that you’re feeling okay and you’re not in too much pain” he said, his fingers lifting your chin up a little bit so he could watch you straight into the eyes.

“Thank you, a lot” you thanked him.

“I’m here for you, always” he kissed your lips in a very gentle way and you melted a little into the kiss.

Once you were done with the bath he helped you wearing the clean pajamas che got you before and he laid back in bed with you. 

His hands around your waist, pressing a little into your lower abdomen so he could keep you warm. You both fell asleep again, finding comfort into each other’s arms.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

Can you do one with yn being in love with Kylian but he just want to have fun and do not think about love right now and just want to sleep with yn but she doesn’t want that because she knows he is playing with her and then he falls in love with her but it was to late she already found someone who respects her and loves her

i’m definitely feeling this because i’m just ended a situationship/relationship with a man, an older man, so reader is practically my pov, i really hope you can’t relate because i feel like sh!t so, here’s a sad one!

kylian mbappe x reader

strangers

you couldn’t deny how you felt everytime you were with kylian. he made your heart beating so fast, you were afraid it would explode. he was kind and caring with you, always paying for your nights out, always driving you home and making you feel safe. you spent nights just talking with each other, getting to know him better.

you really thought he was interested in you, you hoped so but when one night you declined his offer of staying at his place, you slowly saw how he started losing interest in you.

you were the one to text first.

you were the one to call first.

you were the one to make sure he was okay and that he wasn’t overloading himself with work.

but he just stopped caring about you.

leaving you on read. you waiting hours and hours, even days to get a simple reply back. you’ve spent sleepless nights thinking of what you did wrong, of what you could do better. your mind was wandering around the constant feeling of not being enough.

he was the kylian mbappè.

he was probably fucking a different girl every night.

everything he gave you were short replies with “okay” “sure” “whatever” and “yes”. and honestly it was killing you inside. you knew he was busy but the first time you started texting, he always made sure to give you a good morning and a goodnight, texting you first in the morning and making sure you were okay.

you’ve spent days going through your old messages. seeing how eager he was to meet you.

and when you met everything felt amazing. you felt the spark with him. when his hand touched your thigh when he was driving you back home or when his lips met yours as a kiss goodnight. everything felt right until it wasn’t.

when you said to him you were looking for something more serious, you didn’t expect him to completely block you out of his life. he told you he didn’t want anything serious and you had no idea of how to feel.

why would he be so kind if he didn’t mean anything of that?

just - why?

you’ve thought so many times about texting him “hey, can we meet?” “hey, we need to talk…” but you stopped, knowing that you would probably look more desperate than how you really were.

but you did try in the end and that was when you realised it was over. he ignored you, he pretended you never existed and in the back of your mind you knew he wasn’t even thinking about you anymore.

“i can’t believe i fell for that dick!” you screamed to yourself one night, when you were home alone, crying your eyes out because you felt used. you felt like a whore, and it took you too long to realise that he was only using your body.

but then kylian wanted you back.

he got bored of the same superficial girl, he wanted someone real and he wanted you.

you knew it was too late. you knew that if you fell for kylian once again it would be over for you so this time, you were the one who blocked him out of your life.

you wanted to find something new, feel something new and with kylian by your side, you knew it would have been impossible.

so you let him go. no matter how much it was fucking killing you. you needed to work on yourself and you needed to heal first, that’s why you became your first priority.

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this felt more like a letter to myself but i really needed this.

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[cialovesklopp]

MON AMOUR JE T'AIME

*•..° ❝𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀❞ summary: when amara imani’s life is crashing down, star football player kylian mbappe is ready to pull her out of her slump

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in which kylian mbappe meets amara imani and inspires her to make an unforgettable comeback

author's note - WELCOME TO MY FIRST SERIES: MON AMOUR, JE T’AIME. very excited to start this project and i really hope to keep this enthusiasm during the progress of publishing the chapters. I instantly fell in love with her and only hope i can manage to transport that love through the screens. big thank you also to @lorarri and @aechii who helped me throughout the process. i love you guys. this is as much my heritage as its yours.

CHAPTERS ⤷ the story of how amara imani dropped a badass comeback

 [ article one - quelle honte]

i. prologue

ii. chapter one ➺ dress

 [ article two - cupid's perfect match]

iii. chapter two ➺ one kind of a man

 [ article three - the queen of pop flops at relationships]

iv. chapter three ➺ this love

 [ article four - where has she gone]

v. chapter four ➺ pov

 [ article five - she is back]

vi. chapter five ➺ revenge

 [ article six - amara's renaissance]

vii. chapter six ➺ king of my heart

 [ article seven - mon amour; who is she dating]

viii. chapter seven ➺ lover

 [ article eight - amara imani vs evan henderson is on ]

ix. chapter eight ➺ va dire à ton ex

 [ article nine - amara imani and kylian mbappe?]

x. chapter nine ➺ wild side

xi. chapter ten ➺ while we're young

 [ article ten - the queen found her king]

BONUS CHAPTERS ⤷ a few insights to the couple life of kylian & amara

bonus one - daylight

bonus - joyeux anniversaire

bonus two - une journée à trois

articles ⤷ scandalous; all the latest celebrity news

one — QUELLE HONTE

two — CUPID’S PERFECT MATCH

three — THE QUEEN OF POP FLOPS AT RELATIONSHIPS

four — WHERE HAS SHE GONE

five — SHE IS BACK

six — AMARA’S RENAISSANCE

seven — MON AMOUR; WHO IS SHE DATING?

eight — IMANI VS HENDERSON IS ON

nine — AMARA IMANI AND KYLIAN MBAPPE?

ten — THE QUEEN FOUND HER KING

characters:

 ( amara imani )

 ( grace woods )

 ( liyah clark )

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[azulera]

Celebration

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Black OC

Words: ~700

Summary: Kylian loses a bet, and you decide the consequences.

Notes: A quick one for all the city gorls, but gender neutral reader. Gentle feedback is encouraged :)

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“So if I win, what do I get?” 

You raised an eyebrow at Kylian, leaning on the pool cue in your hand. He looked back to you over the green felt table with love-struck eyes. 

“Mon coeur.”  

You rolled your eyes. He could be so romantic, and dramatic, especially at the wrong times. 

“Déjà j'ai ça, non?” 

He laughed, coming to stand closer to you. 

“Bien sur.”

“Then I want something else.”

He spread his hands. 

“Whatever you want, mon chou. Because there is no way you are going to win.”  

You huffed. What had started as a silly billiards game in his basement had instantly become cutthroat between you and Kylian, and now you needed something other than bragging rights to put on the line. You thought back to some Youtube videos you had seen recently, and it came to you. 

“Oh, I know! After your next goal ...” 

You told him your request and he laughed out loud. 

“Tu es sérieuxe?” 

“As a heart attack, baby.” 

“Okay, okay.” He nodded his head. “It’s your turn.” 

It was your shot, and the table was not necessarily in your favor. Still, you were determined; his staunch competitiveness was slowly having its way with you, and you hated to lose. 

Four moves later, it was still your turn, and Kylian’s face was in shock. It took all your concentration to not burst out into laughter. 

The maroon #7 was your last ball, and it was lined up in a perfect diagonal from the white cue ball. Right as you prepared to shoot, your partner came and stood behind you, unnecessarily close. 

“Kylian, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing.” He crossed his arms over his pool stick, and moved even closer. 

“Is this an intimidation tactic?”

“Je sais pas. Is it working?” 

“Hmph.” 

You turned from him and back over the table, ignoring how your legs brushed against his. 

You pulled the stick back and then pushed it forward, sending the white ball rolling. You jumped with excitement as it sank the maroon ball in with a clack. 

“Yes!”

Kylian cursed under his breath and pushed away from the table. You followed him, dancing now, and laughing in celebration of your victory. 

When you caught up to him, you jumped onto his back, wrapping him in a reluctant embrace. He scrunched up his face. 

“Come on, baby, be graceful in your defeat. Even though you look so cute when you’re angry.”

The compliment softened him, as did the one you gave him after and after, and he slowly relinquished his pout. 

“Good game.” He finally conceded, uncrossing his arms. You smirked at him. 

“When’s your next one?” 

~~~ 

You lept to your feet as a ball from the right wing flew into the top left corner of the goal. It was the 88th minute and PSG was now up 1-0. Le Parc des Princes exploded into noise as Kylian began a victory lap, with his teammates trailing him. When he reached the sideline he slowed, preparing to do his signature jump and arm cross. Instead, he looked for you up in the boxes where you were waving. He went in for his jump then, and right after, swiped his hand once beneath his chin. 

You saw his mouth sound out the word “Period!” and you yelled it back, mimicking the motion. You couldn't believe he’d actually done the dare, but he was a man of his word if nothing else, and always respected the rules of a game. Uncontrollable laughter fell from your lips as the same amusement at you all’s silliness broke out over his face.      

You continued clapping with the rest as the refs blew the whistle, signaling the end of regulation time. Kylian looked up into the crowd once more, and blew a kiss. He caught your eye as he did, just so you knew that the appreciation was for the fans and the team, but the celebration had been just for you.

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[photmath]

Comme Les Fleurs - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Tennis Thoughts

Summary: Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him.

Word Count: 7.7k

Warnings: cursing, minimal angst, kissing, possible typos

Note: It’s been a long, long time coming. 

Aurie had woken up feeling queasy and her forehead gleamed with sweat. Kylian’s body blocked her from leaving the couch but she could feel the bile threatening to make its way out. She pushed him, him stirring awake to pull her closer to him, but with another hard shove, he nearly went tumbling off the couch.

“Aurie,” he rasps, rubbing his eyes. She climbs over him with haste despite her head spinning and her throat on the verge of letting out another gag. She didn’t even care that her palms dug hard into his shoulder and rib as he let out a grunt.

She ran to the sink, it being the closest thing she could get to before ducking her head into it and throwing up.

Kylian was by her side immediately, his hand rubbing against her moist back, “Do you want me to run you a bath?”

Aurie leans her head down onto the edge of the sink, shaking her head. Kylian’s hand continues to draw circles on her back. He turns on the water with his other hand, rinsing away her mess before he gags himself.

“Come on,” he pats her waist, “let me run you a bath.”

“Just one second,” Aurie groans, the room still spinning even though she hadn’t moved. She leans into Kylian’s side, “I knew I’d be nauseous but—fuck.”

Kylian snorts, watching her try to will herself together. His hands apply more pressure as he trails them upward. He kneads at her shoulders, soliciting a sigh from her.

“I don’t want to ruin this date,” she says. Her voice is hoarse as she leans against his chest.

He pulls her into him, his hands instinctively wrapping around her waist and his lips landing on her temple. It was different seeing her this way, so unreal. It was indescribable at how much he loved to watch her become more and more vulnerable in front of him. She wasn’t trying to be so careful around him and the walls that were once so high, now barely standing. Even when her hand jabbed him in his ribcage and she stumbled against the coffee table, it was all her. There was never a persona with Aurie, she was just herself.

He pecks her cheek, wrapping his hand loosely around the side of her neck, “You aren’t going to ruin anything. I want you to feel okay and if you can’t eat then alright, we’ll do something else.”

She nods, feeling the wave of nausea slowly disappear the longer she stands up straight with her eyes closed. Kylian’s roaming hands were working wonders on getting her mind to stay away from the swirling storm inside of her.

“Bath?”

“I can’t bathe until my cuts are fully closed.”

Kylian grabs one of the clean kitchen towels and soaks it with water, pressing it gently against Aurie’s forehead. He dabs away the small beads of sweat before folding it on the back of her neck. She smiles softly at the concentration of his face, “Thank you.”

Her throat still burns as she lets out a cough to clear her throat, Kylian watches her closely and she chuckles, “I’m the one supposed to be taking care of you.”

He steps towards her, his body trapping hers against the kitchen counter, “The world won’t stop because you aren’t demanding me to do something.”

She covers her mouth with her hand, “Let me go brush my teeth before you step this close to me.”

“Why?”

“I threw up all my guts, Ky, my breath smells bad,” she laughs, leaning back as Kylian leans forward, his eyes amused as they stare down at her hand covering her mouth. He kisses the space between her eyebrows and then backs away.

“I’ll make you a smoothie for the moment.”

Her cheeks warm, “That’s really sweet—you still have therapy today.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes, “go brush your teeth.”

He had planned on making a soup, following the recipe his mother had sent him when he called her. It would be his first time trying to do it alone, but he wanted to make something from the heart. He knew Aurie could cook her way out of anything from the scrap of ingredients she had, but he had promised her he would cook for her.

Even if it was most likely going to be a poor display of anything his mother tried to teach him.

Kylian finds the cupboard with the blender, slightly amused at how much he’s memorized the kitchen and her house. The way he remembered where the small items were, like the ice cream scoop or the can opener, it settled him as if her place was his. He memorized her morning routine and what days she would water the plants. It was easy to pick up on her habits and he would often watch her in silence as she hummed around her house. He tried to help out wherever he could, like sweeping the kitchen after they had dinner, and Aurie had finally stopped shooing him away and let him do whatever.

The one room Kylian had yet to explore was her bathroom, and he had the chance to creep into it and look around before but he never dared to. He definitely didn’t want to do that but he was curious. He wanted to see how she decorated it, every room in the house was similar to her plant-green theme but he got a glimpse of a yellow towel through the mirror once. He was intrigued ever since.

Aurie’s footsteps grow louder as she comes down the stairs with Maple clawing at her shoulder to be released.

“Ouch,” Aurie squirms, dropping Maple to the floor. Kylian smirks, watching as Aurie scans her arm for any scratches from Maple.

“Love scratches, huh?”

“I shouldn’t have displaced her,” Aurie mumbles, “she was sleeping on your bed.”

He chuckles, pouring some of the protein powder that he had seen Aurie use before. She used it seldomly, her face often scrunched up at the taste of it, so he made sure to sprinkle in a little more cocoa powder.

“She’s going to want to cuddle you in your sleep.”

“I’d like to see her try,” he retorts.

“She’s harmless, Ky,” she stands next to him. Kylian suddenly feels Maple’s fur brush up against him and he glares at Aurie. “What did cats ever do to you?”

Kylian moves closer to Aurie as Maple stretches out her paw to tap onto his sock. He squirms, “They’re annoying.”

Aurie gasps, pinching Kylian’s part, earning a quick scowl from him, “Don’t say that about her!”

“Don’t pinch me!”

Aurie’s fingers grasp onto his skin again while Kylian flicks the remnants of the cocoa powder onto her face. She spits, “You jerk.”

“I see the nausea is gone,” he remarks.

“And you’re still here.”

“Ha-ha,” he rolls his eyes. “Like you're not the one who’s in control of me right now—I’m about to turn on the blender.”

She gives him a nod, chewing the bottom of her lip as she thinks briefly of his recovery plan. He was on the right track, but him driving was surely going to irritate him soon. He seemed to be okay now and there was still very minimal swelling, but it was noticeable to her eyes. She noticed it earlier during their previous rehab session but he hadn’t complained of any pain nor did his face show it. That was good at least.

“Why do you have that face?” He asks as he pours her shake into a glass, handing it to her.

“Thank you,” she grabs it, taking a sip. “Oh, this is good.” He most likely used the very last bit of her strawberries but that was okay.

Kylian’s hand briefly touches her cheek, “What are you thinking?”

“I was just thinking about your leg, you’re doing good.”

He leans down, his smug smirk only growing, “You’re a bad liar, you know that?”

“Am not,” she whispers. Her eyes cast down to his lips as he traps her again against the counter. His hands grip the porcelain of the sink as he chuckles.

“Can I kiss you?”

Aurie’s lips burst out into a smile before she can answer, “You don’t have to ask.”

His hands press firmly against her cheek and neck. His slender fingers expand around to the back of her that she has to grip onto the cup tighter in order to not get lost within his touch. He only smirks at the taste of chocolate on her lips.

Aurie chuckles, pulling away from the kiss, “I thought you were going to give me a quick kiss.” He shakes his head, going in for another kiss but Aurie dodges it, making him smash his head into her cheek, “You massive idiot.”

She couldn’t even lie if she wanted to, it was visible all over her face; she was flustered. Absolutely taken aback in the best way possible at this carefree Kylian who was only wanting to kiss her in her very kitchen after he just watched her throw up some moments ago. He made her a smoothie for crying out loud, he drove her to the hospital—the actions were all there.

Aurie sets the glass down, her fist grabbing a hold of his shirt and forcefully pulling him in for another kiss. His chest rumbles with a laugh as his mouth opens. His hands are tightly gripping her waist, his fingers toying dangerously low as she pinches at the nape of his neck.

“Aurie,” he whispers, his breath fanning down her chest as he looks back and forth between her lips and eyes. He could feel his knee wanting to pull him down, his mind already in a jumbled mess.

“Kylian,” she slurs. It’s intoxicating, promptly urging him to slam his lips down on hers again. He trails wet kisses down to her neck, soliciting a brief moan from her, her own reaction startling her.

Kylian’s hands had already found the hem of her shirt, sliding underneath the opening and squeezing against her back as they went up. His sudden deliberate and tender kisses against her skin makes her crane her neck back, enjoying every feeling of him.

Once she presses up against him, he groans at the contact of their hips, specifically his bulge. Aurie’s eyes are wide as his hands roam around her hips to her frontside, stopping as they reach her bandages. It’s only then does he slow down his pace, leaning his forehead against hers as they both breathe heavily. He lets her go to encase her around the sink.

Aurie’s eyes gleam as her hands stay loosely wrapped around his waist. Kylian smirks, his eyelids fluttering, “Drink your smoothie.”

“If only someone would let me use my mouth.”

He attempts to laugh but it comes out airy, “Shut up and drink.”

Aurie smirks, grabbing her glass and a straw from the dish rack that Kylian had forgotten to put away and places it in her drink. She takes a sip while maintaining eye contact with him and he watches her from merely a foot away.

His eyes grow by the second, “You’re killing me.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Ky,” she smiles and it doesn’t help Kylian. His hands slip against the porcelain and Aurie stretches out her elbow to keep him from crashing into her. “Ky! You have to get it together. You can’t keep falling in front of me, or people are going to think you have an actual serious medical condition—unless you do and I missed it.”

“I don’t,” he stutters, his cheeks burning with heat. How was she able to hide her composure so well? She played mind games with him and he was the loser every single time.

He was falling so hard, perhaps already fallen.

And Aurie enjoyed teasing him, it was so easy to play with him. His pupils would get so locked in on her as they dilated that his muscles failed to react. What an intriguing flaw.

She rinses off the now empty glass and then pokes Kylian’s nose with her wet finger, “Close your mouth, Ky. The smoothie was really good by the way, thank you.”

He blinks, nodding along, “You’re welcome. I hope it keeps you full for the next hour, will you be able to stomach a soup?”

“Yes,” she beams. She glances down at his pants and he squirms, standing upright as he clasps his hands. She gives him an innocent smile, walking away from him to go outside and play with Bleu.

Aurèle. Call the guards, for she was going to be the death of him.

---

“You made this from scratch? I don’t believe you,” Aurie says as she takes another spoonful of the soup. Kylian chuckles, beckoning her to slow down.

“You’re going to throw up again, stop,” he cautions.

“This is amazing!” she slaps his hand away. “I didn’t think you knew how to cook at all.”

He didn’t. While Aurie was outside with Bleu and tending to her garden, he was on the phone with his mom scribbling down the instructions one more time because he needed to make sure the first one was correct. He needed the most descriptive instructions, but even then, he fret when she told him a “pinch of salt.”

Aurie’s eyes squint, “Did you send someone to buy this soup and now you’re pretending that you made it?”

“No,” he chuckles, his cheeks hurt from smiling.

“Are you lying?”

“No, chérie, I won’t lie to you.”

“But this,” she tilts her nearly empty bowl, “where did you find the noodles?”

“In the pantry,” he shrugs. “You had all the ingredients that my mom’s dish required.”

Hearing Aurie’s approval made his heart swell with comfort. It was surely the first meal he had cooked in years, something more complicated than a sandwich or toast, and for her to gush about it, made him feel so much lighter.

She grins, “So you can cook if you’re given the right recipe, huh?”

“Apparently so,” he smirks. “But then my cook would be unemployed.”

“Is he not right now?”

“Touché. They’re on vacation right now.”

“Ahh, and do you think you’re on vacation right now?” Aurie’s quizzical eyes makes Kylian sneer, deciding meticulously what he wants his next words to be.

“It’s recovery.”

Aurie rolls her eyes, “Go to the room, I’ll meet you there.”

Kylian throws his head back in laughter, the crinkles in his eyes deepening as he leans across the table to touch Aurie’s hand, “It’s more than that.”

“What is it then?”

Kylian lowers his gaze, shrugging, “I like spending time with you. The past few weeks have been nothing short of great. I also happen to enjoy your company.”

Aurie lets out a nervous laugh, “I would hope so.” Kylian only grins as he notices her grow nervous. It was a rare sight; she would immediately focus on something else like his shirt or his hands, and her cheeks would rise so high that her eyes would disappear. Rare, but beautiful.

Aurie’s phone dings loudly against the window sill and she furrows her eyebrows, it was a designated ringtone she set for the nursing home. Grabbing the phone, she reads the first line of the email that was sent:

Due to unforeseen circumstances, the Summer Gala has been cancelled…

She doesn’t have to vocalize her defeat, the downturned smile was on her face. Kylian reaches out for her again, “What’s wrong?”

“They cut off funding for the Summer Gala. Looks like we won’t have it this year,” she expresses. She places her phone face down, folding her hands. “That’s a bummer, the residents were all looking forward to it.”

Kylian’s heart knots as he watches her saddened expression grow, having already known that this was going to happen. She drops her head down to the table letting out a groan. He moves to the seat beside her, placing a comforting hand across her shoulders, “Let me help. I have the funds.”

“No, Kylian, that’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not,” he argues. “It’s a donation, you guys can use the money however you want.”

“That’s kind, but it’s okay,” she leans back into the wooden chair. “We’ll still have a winter ball anyway.”

“C’mon, Aurie, you said it yourself that they were looking forward to this—”

“Just drop it, Ky,” she glances at him. He bites his lip to stop the remark he wants to say, but he knew she was upset and going back and forth with her was going to get them nowhere.

He leans down to kiss her shoulder instead, “Okay.”

Aurie’s hand finds his thigh, tickling the skin that was set ablaze by her touch. “We have a tennis match to watch.”

And there she was, changing the topic like a liaison. It was a bad habit, one that he had yet to get used to.

Meanwhile, Aurie needed to figure out a way to save the Winter Gala.

After dinner, Aurie scrubbed away the dishes while Kylian dried them with a towel and put them away. He didn’t want her doing too much that could possibly irritate the still somewhat fresh scars on her. And once they finished the hour and a half long therapy session, which would have been shorter had Kylian not been trying to distract her with a kiss between each set, they rested in their respective rooms. Kylian made sure to close his door so that Maple wouldn’t get any ideas to sneak into his room in the middle of the night.

---

Aurie was growing more and more anxious as the seconds passed, as if the numerous kisses Kylian placed on the back of her hand during the car ride to calm her down meant nothing. It was Kylian’s idea to let her walk in first, one of his security guards, Paul, guiding her to their seats. The seat beside her was still empty while Kylian took his time getting to them. She had been waiting for almost seven minutes now but it felt much longer. Serena Williams and Naomi Osaka were already on the orange clay court warming up.

They had agreed on a couple of things: no super long stares, no touching, and minimal talking—although Kylian promised that there was going to be no way that he wouldn’t talk to her. He was a chatterbox after all. Aurie was still bubbling with the idea of being seen with Kylian in public, no matter how much caution they took, she knew they would end up in the tabloids and splayed across social media.

It was only a matter of time anyway.

“Désolé,” Kylian whispers, sliding into the seat next to her, his best friend Brice on the other side of him.  It was something she hadn’t anticipated either, having to ultimately change what tickets she had because Kylian had to bring at least one security member and Brice to try to draw the attention away from the two of them. It wasn’t something she minded, but she was a bit upset with herself for not thinking about them in the first place—of course she would need to make room for them.

Brice was a big help as well, Kylian having to beg him to change his plans and join them. He almost backed out hadn’t he remembered that just after the tennis match finished, Kylian had a Dior photoshoot.

Aurie does a double take at Kylian, her sunglasses hiding exactly where she was looking at. The corner of his bottom lip shined with the same lip gloss she wore. She curses quietly, “Ay Dios. Wipe your lips.”

“What?”

“You have glitter.”

He swipes his fingers across his mouth and she cringes. He pulls out his phone to check his appearance before shaking his head, chuckling, “I took a couple of pictures out there.”

“Oh god,” she bites onto her lip to hold in a smile.

“It wasn’t that much.”

“Ky, let's be a little serious.”

His dimples reveal his smile first, his shades hiding his narrowing eyes, “Do you want to stage a meet? I can shake your hand and pretend to meet you for the first time.”

“Oh shut up.”

“C’mon,” his shoulder nudges her, “there’s people starting to look.”

“Wouldn’t that draw attention?”

“It would show them we’re barely meeting.”

“Fine,” she grumbles.

He smacks his lips, “You could sound a bit more excited.” He turns towards her, holding his hand out for her to take, a smile swiping across his face. Aurie rolls his eyes at how automatic it seemed. It surely wasn’t an authentic smile, it was the same one he used when he first met her and that didn’t go great at all. “I’m Kylian.”

“Enchanté,” she takes his hand, shaking it with more enthusiasm than her voice.

The two of them bask in their silence as they watch Naomi and Serena take on a couple of more serves. Aurie is paying attention to the two players intensively while Kylian scans the audience. He leans forward to get a look at the other onlookers and possible celebrities.

There were a few familiar stars that he could see on his end, Lewis Hamilton being one of them. There were also other tennis players who were still in the tournament watching, wanting to see the anticipated matchup.

“I know him,” Kylian says, nodding towards a guy in a white cap. “That’s Carlos Alcaraz, a teen phenom.”

Aurie held up her hand, at first not wanting to indulge with him as her mind swarmed with thoughts, but then changed her mind, “He’s not a teen anymore, he’s twenty.”

Kylian rolls his eyes, “He’s still young.”

“I know, everyone knows him.”

“Yeah,” he leans back, his lips coming together to make a smacking noise. “What’s with the attitude, chérie? You hurt me.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I’m still scared about everything. There’s cameras everywhere! We're clearly talking as if we know each other—don’t look at me.” Kylian’s head turns to the court despite his ear listening to her only. “I guess I’m trying to stomach the idea of them finding out about me at this very second, so I don’t know if I’m feeling antsy because of that, or if I need to suddenly throw up from my appendix—or lack thereof.”

Kylian wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab her hand to comfort her. To lean into her, offer her a shoulder to rest on, but he couldn’t. He wanted to ease her worries and the closer the match was set to start, more and more people were flocking into the stands. It didn’t help that they sat towards the front. He knew all the action lay behind them, and it must have felt like hundreds of pairs of eyes on the back of Aurie’s head despite there being a partial wall that blocked them. Even though Kylian reserved a pod of six seats, he knew it must have felt claustrophobic to be sat with his entourage around the curious eyes of the crowd.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” she whisper-shouts. “I just need the match to start.”

He gives her a small nod, “I’m right here, Aurie. I won’t do anything unless you ask me to.”

“I’m sorry,” she frets. “I’m ruining this, aren’t I?”

He craved to look and touch her, “You aren’t. It’s tennis, okay? Don’t worry about what’s happening behind you or wherever, let’s just watch the match and have fun, yeah?”

She didn’t ignore the way his hand was covering his mouth the entire time he had talked. She hadn’t been doing the same, but she might as well have been with the way she was slurring her words to not move her lips that much. She gives him a nod, “Okay.”

“Are you having any pain from your sutures?”

“No,” she replies. “Thank you, Ky.”

As the match nears the start, the chair umpire reads the rules and the players walk out. Aurie had no idea who she wanted to win yet, she liked both of the players tremendously while Kylian didn’t want to pick sides at all.

Once the first set commences, the both of them relax into their seats, no longer appearing so rigid. Kylian would look her way every time she cheered during a point won, a wistful smile on his face.

He noticed the camera first, making its way around the courts and zooming in on the different celebs that were present. They were on one of the ends of the court while the semi-big screen was right in front of them. It didn’t seem like Aurie noticed since she continued to focus on the match without making a noise. Once the camera landed on him, he smiled and waved, trying to lean towards Brice so that the center of the camera followed him. Half of Aurie’s face was in the shot but only for a couple of seconds.

Once the screen went off of him, he turned towards Aurie who looked at him with her mouth jut open, “Were we—”

“It wasn’t for long.”

“My goodness, what if I was picking my nose?”

He expected her to be more upset, to want to tug down the white, straw bucket hat that one of his security guards had gotten her to hide more of her features, but she didn’t. She laughed and went back to watching the match.

Kylian’s mind seemed to go haywire as he thought more about it. She didn’t shy down. She didn’t rush to her phone immediately afterward, nor had she looked at it since they arrived now that he thought about it. Where once she told him that she would never want to be seen in public with him, here she was, at one of the most popular tennis slams.  

“Oh my gosh!” she exclaims, her hands clasping on top of her head. “Did you see that?” She turns towards him with a bright smile, “That was such a great slice.”

“Indeed,” he smiles, although he had missed the entire play because he was watching her face contort with anticipation during every hit.

She was breaking her own rules.

Kylian can’t help the hopeful feeling that consumes his body as he stares back onto the court to watch the rest of the match.

---

After the match finished, Kylian was able to drag Aurie and Brice to the hallways of the stadium, greeting different notable figures. A smile never left Aurie’s face, even though the inside of her felt made of goo. She didn’t give herself a moment to think about it because she knew she would lose all the confidence she had the moment she realized what she was doing. One handshake after another as Kylian introduced her to people that she had only ever seen on TV.

Cameras were flashing during every interaction, and Kylian beckoned her to join in some of the photos after he saw she hadn’t refused the first one. Hiding behind those pair of sunglasses and bucket hat, Aurie felt powerful. There was something comforting that no one knew who she was but because she was with Kylian, she was automatically accepted amongst this group of people. She didn’t have to prove to them that she was valid.

It almost felt like she was taking advantage of Kylian, but the truth was that she was seizing the opportunity. She knew by this time tomorrow she was going to be panicking because her image was being plastered everywhere, but for the moment, she was radiating with excitement.

Kylian’s hand often found her waist, or her arm was wrapped around his forearm without a second thought throughout the walk of the corridors. Once Naomi and Serena stepped out into the hallway and the larger cameras disappeared, Kylian was immediately pulling Aurie closer to him—missing the way she felt. She had taken off her sunglasses because the hallway lights were now too dim for her to see anything comfortably. Brice hung loosely close to them and Paul.

Serena smiled as she recognized Kylian, bringing him into a hug. He chuckled, “You played a great game.”

“Tell that to Naomi, she beat me,” Serena laughs. She looks at Aurie who lets out a nervous wave.

“Hi, I’m a big fan,” she enthuses. She doesn’t mean to hide behind Kylian and doesn’t realize it until he nudges her forward.

“Oh don’t be shy, come here,” Serena encourages, opening her arms to give her a hug. Kylian takes a couple of photos of the interaction for Aurie. “What’s your name?”

“Aurie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Aurie,” she looks at Kylian, “and you, I expect those tickets for the next France game.”

Kylian laughs loudly, nodding along, “Of course.” Kylian and Aurie stuck out like a sore thumb, but here, it didn’t feel like it. They didn’t have to worry about the greedy paparazzi and zealous fans.

Aurie’s eyes suddenly widen as she watches Naomi Osaka approach Kylian. The halls were crowded with their coaches talking amongst each other and other tennis stars, so it took a few seconds for Naomi to weave through them.

“Hey,” Naomi smiles, pulling Kylian into a side hug. She smiles at Aurie, stretching out her hand, “I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Naomi.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Aurie cheeses, her words finally coming back to her. “I’m Aurie.”

“Ahh, that’s a pretty name,” she nods. “I thought the fuss was my boyfriend coming down here, didn’t realize it was Mr. Paris himself.”

Kylian laughs, shaking his head, “Ahh haha! Congratulations on the win.”

“Thank you, Serena didn’t make it easy of course.”

Serena chimes in from several feet away from them, “I heard that!”

Naomi points to her bucket hat, “Oh man, I meant to buy one of those but I forgot.” She scratches her head, “How much did it cost?”

Aurie’s cheeks burn as everyone turns their attention towards her. She takes the hat off, “I’m not entirely sure, do you want it?”

Naomi’s eyes light up, “Are you sure?”

“Of course, I have a ton at home.”

“Ah thank you, you’re so sweet!” Naomi pulls Aurie in for another hug and she almost cries at the spot. Even if she had met huge footballers during her time as a physiotherapist, this had to be—hands down—the first time she was ever starstruck.

Serena comes back to the three of them, “Do y’all want to take any pictures? My daughter is already calling me to come find her.”

Kylian nods, wrapping his arm around Aurie and Brice’s back as one of Serena’s assistants takes his phone to snap the photos. Naomi then joins and poses with them, her arm slotting around Aurie’s shoulders.

“You’re going to have to send me those,” Naomi says.

“I will. Thank you for this, and best of luck in the next rounds,” Kylian shakes her hand once more.

“Thank you,” she twirls the bucket hat in her finger, “and Aurie, thank you for this. I’ll repay you one day.”

“Don’t even worry about it!” Aurie smiles, wrapping her arm around Kylian’s back as they start to go their separate ways.

Kylian’s eyebrows are raised as he looks down at Aurie, kissing her temple, “You okay?”

“Are you kidding?” she gasps, releasing from his grip and spinning right in front of him. “This has been one of the best days of my life! That was Serena!”

He suddenly feigns hurt, his hand clenching his chest, “You weren’t this exciting meeting me.”

They come to a set of doors and Brice walks out in front of them, outstretching his hand towards Kylian, “I’ll see you two at the house.”

“See you,” Aurie smiles, “thank you for coming along.”

“Of course,” Brice winks, walking out of the double doors.

They let the doors close before Aurie turns around and wraps her arms around his waist, her head presses up against his chest, “Thank you, thank you—”

“You don’t have to thank me, Aurie,” he chuckles, caressing her back.

“Never have I been so glad to be with you while you used your rich name.”

He pecks her forehead before peeling her off of him, “If I can use it to see you smile like that, then consider me an open book.”

Aurie shakes her head, “Never, Ky.”

Just before Paul opens the doors, Kylian swoops down to plant a quick kiss on Aurie. It’s messy, too quick that she isn’t ready but he wears an exuberant, naughty grin as they make their way out of the hallway. Aurie was surprised to see the car already waiting for them right then and there, especially because she hadn’t seen when his driver actually left them. They were quick and methodical.

Kylian allows her to climb into the van first, and then sits right down beside her in the middle seat. His arm swings around her as he pulls her in for another kiss in the middle of her trying to put her seatbelt on.

“Kylian—” her arms stop midway as he connects his lips with hers. His eager lips a little too cold from the water he had previously gulped down. She bites down on his upper lip, causing him to grimace and pull back. “Put on your seatbelt, you.”

He huffs, his bottom lip jutting out as he reaches for his seatbelt. He turns back to Aurie, expecting a smart-ass grin but she only looks up at him. Her eyebrows twitching up in confusion, a small ‘what’ leaving her lips and then a brief smile.

Kylian’s breath suddenly hitches, mon Dieu. She was so beautiful sitting next to him in the car like this, anticipating nothing but open to his suggestions. He could offer to drive them to a forest and her first question would most likely be about the sleeping arrangements.

They had been in Aurie’s car before, but there was a different feeling of having her brushed up against his arm like this and having her head resting on his shoulder. She felt like his.

Kylian closes his eyes, trying to slow down the heaving of his chest. Aurie doesn’t seem to notice a change in his demeanor, distracted with tracing circles along his hand.

“I think I may go visit the nursing home after this, do you want to come with me?” Aurie asks. Kylian’s eyes are still shut closed as he feels a bead of sweat drip alongside his temple.

Is this what being in love was supposed to feel like? Sweaty and out of breath? He wasn’t sure if he liked the feeling or not—too unfamiliar with it.

“It’s not Saturday, but I want to go and hang out with Estrella and Maria, it’s been a minute,” she continues, completely oblivious. She had noticed the dampening of his palm but she excused it to the heat. “Camille is going to be there too.”

“Okay,” he rasps, his eyes opening and blinking rapidly to adjust to the light. Even with the tinted windows, it felt too hot in the car, too tight, too suffocating.

“Wait,” she looks up at him. “Jesus, you’re burning up.”

“I’m okay,” he alleges. Aurie turns the fans onto him, the collar of his shirt flaps against his neck.

“Do any of you have a bottle of water?” she taps on Paul who sits in the passenger seat. He grabs a water bottle from the side of the door and Aurie cracks it open before pressing it against Kylian’s lips. He downs half of it before pushing it away.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re sweating like a mad man.” Her fingers tug at the buttons of his shirt and start to undo them one by one. Her hands felt against his clammy, cold skin.

He felt too weak to push her hands away, his head now feeling a little too dizzy to talk. She ushers the water back to his lips and gulps the rest.

“Hey, Paul,” Aurie yells again. “I need more water!”

Paul is quick to hand her more bottles, Aurie then tugging Kylian’s shirt off completely. Kylian drinks the next bottle with haste, realizing that he is much thirstier than he thought. She starts to unbutton his shorts and Kylian’s eyes grow wide, his hands wrapping around her wrists. He imagines himself holding onto her with brute force but it’s limp, so limp that Aurie twists his wrist to check his pulse.

It’s a little fast for her liking.

“Kylian,” she calls, her voice now strict. “Can we stop the car please?” She turns her attention back to him as they pull over, still in the grand parking lot of the complex. “More water please.”

“This is the last one,” Paul informs her as he gives her the next one. Mac, the driver, was now looking at the two of them with full concern. Aurie tugs Kylian’s thick shorts off of him until they hang loosely by his knees. His boxers cling onto his thighs and she debates on removing them for the sake of him cooling down but she decides against it momentarily. Not yet.

“Should I take him to the hospital?” Mac asks.

Aurie shakes her head, “One second. You guys can clean this car right?”

Paul gives Aurie a weary look, “Of course.”

“Great.” She dumps water onto his face and then moves down to his shoulders as he spits out.

“Aurie!” Kylian screeches, trying to shake the water off of him.

“What’s happening right now, Ky?” She wanted to keep him conscious, knowing that if she didn’t get him to cool down soon enough, the ride to the hospital would be looking more and more favorable.

“I don’t fucking know,” he squirms.

“Calm down, easy breaths.”

Kylian tried his hardest to focus on his breathing, but with the way all three of them looked at him made him feel annoyed. He looks away, trying to brush away their stares. “Why are we stopped?”

“Waiting on you to cool down.”

“I’m cool.” Aurie set a timer, adding three minutes to it manually. Kylian watches her, “What’s that for?”

“Why are you so upset?”

Kylian rolls his eyes, “I’m practically naked and you just doused me in water, should I be reacting any differently?”

He was gaining his motor movements better, his speech wasn’t slurred and he was coherent. Thank god, Aurie had whispered to herself, turning off her timer and giving Mac a thumbs up that Kylian couldn’t see.

“Drink up,” Aurie said, slotting into the space beside him and cringing at her butt getting wet.

His chest is much calmer, his breathing better. Aurie reached out to check his pulse one more time while Kylian watched in silence, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You were experiencing heat exhaustion,” she comments. “Not sure how, if you were fine all the time outside under the sun, hydrated, and then in the dark corridors as well. Maybe it was the sudden change in the car, it was a bit hot in here, but sometimes it happens out of nowhere. You’re fine now.”

Kylian sighs, did his realization that he was in love sudden cause that, or was it really the heat getting into his head and making him think he could possibly be in love?

He pulls his shorts back up and zips them, groaning at the wet material of his boxers.

“Sorry about that,” she mutters. “I had to be quick—”

“It’s okay.”

Aurie couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. This was the reason why she never wanted to pursue her feelings with him. Her brain got too weak, too blind to see the signs of uneasiness. She had mistook his silence for thinking, passing off his sweaty palm as nerves. Had she thought about it more, his lips and fingertips were a little cool and clammy—but she was distracted. Distracted imagining what her life would be like as Kylian’s girlfriend, attending public events like the Roland Garros, meeting all kinds of different celebs and posing for photos.

She suddenly felt sick with herself, raising her fist to her mouth and biting down on her knuckle. Kylian was too dazed to notice her leaning away from him. She pulled her shades down to cover her eyes, anything to pretend that she was okay.

The rest of the ride they rode in silence, a few shaken up from what had happened. Once they finally reached the house, Kylian sent Mac and Paul away, knowing that he would meet up with Mac in the next hour or so. Brice was waiting silently on Aurie’s porch with Bleu laying by his side.

He had watched Aurie storm out of the car, greeting Bleu and Brice briefly and then disappearing inside.

“Woah, where’s your shirt?” Brice snorts. “Did something happen in the car? In front of Mac?” He whispers ‘Mac’ loudly, emphasizing the fact that Mac was almost ten years older than them and highly respected amongst the two.

“No,” he remarks, holding the door open for Brice to come in but he doesn’t bulge. “Nothing happened.”

“You’re dripping.”

He sighs, knowing Brice wouldn’t drop it unless he was given the full truth, “I got hot and so she poured water on me.”

“Why would she do that?”

He shrugs, “Must’ve thought I’d pass out.”

Brice thinks momentarily before nodding, “I guess. It was pretty hot out there.”

“Come on, we have to hurry up.”

“Aurie’s dog is huge!” He exclaims, “I was almost scared to get out of the car.”

Kylian gives him a weak smile, Bleu and Maple suddenly coming down the stairs and greeting the pair. He pats Bleu’s head, bending down to give Maple a single scratch before finally taking a shower. He didn’t even get a set of clothes to change into afterward, feeling too wet and uncomfortable.

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Aurie was quick to change into a different set of clothes, wash her face, and then call Camille to tell her that she was going to the nursing home. Camille volunteered every now and then, knowing how much the home meant to Aurie. Raphael would be out there helping move around any big furniture if needed, and Simone loved to tease and run up to the patients. They always enjoyed seeing her.

After Aurie parked her car, she saw Camille and Simone making their way into the facility.

“Tatie Aurie!” Simone squealed, releasing from Camille’s hand and running towards Aurie.

“Hi, mon bébé,” she pulled her up into her arms and gave her cheek a kiss, leaning into Camille to give her a hug.

Camille raised an eyebrow at her, “You look…rough.”

“I’ve had a long day.”

Camille laughed, “I saw. At the Roland Garros, huh?”

“Ugh,” Aurie groaned, adjusting Simone as she focused on Aurie’s ear to play with.

“Ugh?”

“I’ll explain more once we get inside.”

Once inside, Camille had taken Simone to the back where the residents were while Angie, the receptionist, ushered Aurie over.

“Hey,” Aurie smiled, “how’s it going?”

“It’s good, it’s good,” she beamed. Aurie gave her a quizzical look as Angie clapped her hands, “We got a generous donation overnight, looks like the Summer Gala could still be on—although we would have to delay it a week. We were waiting for you to mark it off to make it official.”

“Who’s it from?” Aurie asked.

Angie shrugged, “Don’t know, it’s anonymous.”

Aurie bites onto her lips, “So what, they just delivered a check and that’s it?”

“Someone left it in the mail center. It could’ve been a family member, we don’t know,” Angie says. “It’s a lot more than we need, you should take a look at it.” She hands Aurie the manila folder. “Take your time on accepting and signing anything.”

“I’m not the person in charge of this.”

“You aren’t,” Angie reiterates, “but this is your Gala. We thought you would like to have the funds first.”

Aurie nods her head slowly, realizing that she was taking out too much of her anger onto an undeserving Angie. It didn’t go past her of how much she felt like an ungrateful toddler. Aurie forces a smile, “Okay, thank you for thinking about the Gala, I’ll let you know as soon as possible.”

Angie grins, “You’re welcome!”

Aurie peaks down into the folder, hoping none of its contents spilled. She had the option to decline the donation if it were a lucrative amount. Every donation had a return address, even if it was anonymous, so to see this one was missing its name—she wouldn’t have any other option except to accept or hand it back to the owner herself if she knew them. And of course she knew who it was from.

She gasps as she looks at the amount, “Gosh.”

Carrying this featherweight folder felt too heavy all of a sudden, wanting to somehow get rid of it in an instance. She turns into the restroom and takes a couple of deep breaths.

What happened between her and Kylian was sudden. She could blame it on the sun all she wanted, but she was losing herself in him and no matter how many times she was scared of something happening, they were already in the middle of it. They could try to turn back but it was going to be suffocating, a slow death even.

Kylian was upset and confused, but she didn’t give him a second to explain himself—even if he was going to or not. She didn’t help him understand why she did what she did. She ran.

She bites down on the bottom of her lip to fight against tears as her phone buzzes. There’s a message from her mother and the already knowing feeling of anxiety consumes her. The message isn’t going to be positive, but she unlocks her phone anyway.

He’s already ruining you.

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Note: Well that was fun! I give out my sincerest apologies to whomever made it this far in reading. It’s been a minute, totally get it, writer’s block is an ass and once you get going, you don’t want to stop. I wanted to write a little longer but I think this was a solid breaking point. Definitely more angst in the next chapter that I hope to be writing throughout this week. And hmm, feels a bit hot in here, no? 

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[bbrissonn]

𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 (𝟐)

𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃

he fell first but she fell harder

𝙊𝙍

two young adults become neighbors in the most romantic city in the world

pairing: kylian mbappé x fem!oc (brielle healy)

chapters 6-10

wc: 4.1k

- June 27 2019 -

"𝐒𝐎, 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓 this straight,  you got kicked out of class when you were younger because you were playing with your hair too much?" Kylian laughed, throwing his head back as his laugh echoed throughout his apartment. Meanwhile, Brielle's elbows were resting on the island counter, her face hiding behind her hands.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!" The girl exclaimed, her face still hidden as the boy's laugh only got louder and louder by the second.

"Désolé, désolé." The boy spoke in French, the words flowing out of his mouth effortlessly, unlike when he spoke in English.

"That teacher hated me, it wasn't my fault!" Brielle tried to defend herself, but there was nothing else much to say.

"And that's the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?"

"Oh, hell no. But I'm telling you, it's too embarrassing."

"C'mon, I'll tell you mine after." He pleaded, as the girl finally removed her head from behind her hands, a strong red colour plastered on her cheeks.

"You promise?" The girl asked, she wasn't about to completely embarrass herself in front of him if he wasn't going to do the same.

"Pinky promise." Kylian answered, holding out his left pinky for her to link.

"You're left handed?"

"Stop trying to change the subject, Bri."

"I wasn't! It was an actual question." The Healy girl pouted before linking her pinky with his, and the boy looked at her with a look that yelled 'I'm waiting' making her let out a sigh.

"Fine, fine. I was like 7, I think, my aunt took me and my brother to one of those trampoline park, and I really, really needed to go to the bathroom. But I didn't know where they were and i was too shy to ask, so I just kept it in, until i couldn't..." She trailed off, her eyes staring at the big window on the opposite side of the room.

"And?" Kylian asked with a smirk on his face.

"I peed myself on one of the trampolines." The girl mumbled, her eyes looking everywhere but in the boy's.

"Sorry, what was that?" He asked teasingly, pretending like he hadn't heard what she said, even though she knew he had heard.

"I peed myself on one of the trampolines."

"Can you speak louder, I still can't hear you."

"I peed myself on one of the trampolines! There, you happy?" Brielle said loudly, a small scoff leaving her mouth before she spoke, making the boy in front of her go off in a fit of laugher once again. The Healy girl softly hit his shoulder, the red on her cheeks becoming even darker than before.

"You-- You actually peed yourself... on a trampoline?" Kylian said through his laughs, making Brielle hit him once again, a groan leaving her mouth.

"Stop laughing! I was 7, it was years ago!" She said, trying to get the boy to stop laughing, but gave up when she realized he wasn't planning on stopping soon. Once the boy had finally calmed down a bit, the girl looked at him with a serious look on her face.

"What?"

"I wanna hear your story now."

"I called my teacher 'mom' once." The boy said simply, making the girl scoff at his answer.

"No way that's the most embarrassing thing that happened in your life. No fucking way."

"It was at a parents-teacher meeting, my mom was standing right next to me when I said that." Kylian added shyly, making Brielle's jaw drop, before her laugh erupted in the silent kitchen. The boy repeated the girl's previous action by hiding his face behind his hands, only making the girl laugh even louder.

Butterflies were flying around in the boy's stomach at the sound of her laugh, it was one of the prettiest he had ever heard. Well, everything about her was pretty, everything she did was pretty, the way she placed her hand in front of her mouth she laughed. Just the way her body moved so effortlessly and with such grace was just mesmerizing to him.

Even though it had only been 3 days since the two met, Kylian could already feel himself falling for the California native and he was falling hard real fast, and that scared the absolute shit out of him.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃 a shy smile on her face as both of her hands held onto the handle of her front door, Kylian leaning on the doorframe, a sly smile on his face.

"I had a lot of fun tonight." Brielle stated as her eyes looked away from the boy's, making his smile grow even wider.

"Good. Good, because I was hoping we could do this again some day?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'd like that." She answered shyly, biting her lips before her eyes finally looked at the boy again. He sent her a soft smile when their eyes locked, which she returned with one of her own smiles.

"Great. Have a good night, Bri."

"Good night." The girl mumbled as the boy pushed himself off the door frame and made his way back to his home, leaving the Healy girl all alone at her door. She stood there for a couple of seconds, before closing her door and making her way to her bedroom. She sent her best friend a small text, telling her she'd be calling the next day, before changing clothes and settling down in bed, slowly drifting off to sleep with a big smile on her face.

And there was only one thing in her mind, Kylian.

- June 28 2019 -

"𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓, 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 it going!" The photographer said as his camera went off over and over again, capturing every small movement the Healy girl made. She was currently at her first photoshoot in the city, and to be honest, the girl was completely lost. Most of the people on set only spoke French, and the one's that spoke English struggled to make a full sentence, besides the photographer.

"D'accord, je pense que c'est bien pour aujourd'hui. Nous vous enverrons les photo d'ici bientôt, Mademoiselle Healy." The man in charged of the shoot said, and Brielle quickly looked over at the other English speaking person in the room. (Alright, I think that's good for today. We'll send the photos to you soon, Miss Healy.)

"He said that's we're done for today and that you should receive the pictures soon." The man said to her, making the Healy girl nod her head a bit before looking at the man in charge.

"Merci." She spoke in a very broken French making everyone laugh a bit. The girl knew they weren't laughing at her, more about the situation they had found themselves in.

As soon as the girl stepped into her changing room, she called her best friend, who picked up after only a couple of rings.

"Hi!" Mackenzie spoke happily as she answered the phone call.

"Hey, love."

"How was the shoot?" The Turner girl asked with excitement, making Brielle shake her head a bit.

"It was good. But I think I'll have to learn French quicker than I thought I would. There's one was only one person who could like actually speak good English so that I could understand what was going on." She explained, making her best friend laugh a bit.

"When are you getting the pics? I can't wait to see them!"

"They said soon, but I don't know when soon is." The Healy girl answered as she finished changing back into the clothes she had came in.

"Mackenzie! It's time to leave!" Kenzie's mom yelled out, making the girl let out a groan.

"I'm seriously starting to think we're cursed or something. I'm coming mom!" The girl spoke to her best friend before answering her mom.

"We'll find the time one day. Love you, take care!"

"Love you!" Mackenzie answered before the two of them hung up the phone, making Brielle let out a sad sigh. She missed home way more than she thought she would.

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𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 elevator, waiting for the doors to close so that she could finally get back to her bed, but as the door were about to close, an arm slipped between the two and Kylian soon stepped into the small space.

"Hey." He said, a little out of breath, as the Healy girl let out a chuckle.

"Hi." She answered with a smile as the two doors finally closed the elevator began to make it's way up to their floor.

"How was your day?"

"Okay, I had my first shoot here."

"How'd it go?" He asked curiously as their eyes stayed glued to the other's. The girl was about to answer when the doors to elevator opened and the two of them stepped out.

"It was... fine, I guess. It made me realize I'll have to learn French as quickly as possible." She spoke with a laugh, making Kylian smile.

"I could help you, if you want." He shrugged, making the girl let out a dramatic laugh.

"Is that the Kylian Mbappé offering to help me learn French?" She asked teasingly as the two of them reached her front door.

"Ha ha." He said dryly with a pout on his face.

"Aw, did I hurt the little baby's feelings"? She asked in a fake sad voice, pinching one of his cheeks a bit. The thoughts in Kylian's head flew all over the place at the feeling of his hand on his face.

"You did, actually. Now you have to make it up to me." He said with a smirk as she opened her door, pushing it opened just a bit.

"And how can I do that?" The girl asked with a shy smile on her face as she bit down on the corner of her lips, her eyes looking up at his.

"Mmmm... movie night?" He pretended to think before answering her question with a hopeful smile on his face, the only the girl's face only growing bigger before she slipped into her apartment, leaving the boy confused alone.

It wasn't until she had placed her keys onto her counter that she realized the boy hadn't followed her in, making her shake her head a bit.

"Get it in here, dumbass!" She spoke loudly enough for him to hear, but not too loud to disturb her neighbors. The smile that had once fallen on Kylian's face quickly grew back before he slipped himself into her home, closing the door behind him.

- June 28 2019 -

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐒 were currently sitting on the Healy girl's couch, blanket thrown over the both of them, a bowl of popcorn in between them as Coco played on the tv. A comfortable silence had set throughout the living room as the two focused their attention on the screen in front of them.

About a quarter into the movie, the girl let out a small yawn before leaning her head on the boy's shoulder, something that didn't go unnoticed by him. He tried to remain as calm as possible as he debated what his next move should be. He hadn't even noticed his arm had moved around her shoulder until Brielle placed the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before placing both her legs over his left leg and wrapping her arms around his torso.

He rubbed her shoulder a bit before looking down at the top of her head that was resting on his chest.

"Fatiguée?"

"Don't know what that means, Ky." She whispered quietly, the nickname slipping past her lips almost going unnoticed by the boy, but he heard it. He heard it so clearly and it made his heart jump at the sound. The way the two simple letter escaped her lips so softly and calmly like it was something she had done a million times before sending some sort of shock to his brain.

"Tired?" He repeat in French this time after a couple of seconds, once he had finally regained control of his brain.

"A bit."

"It's almost eleven, you can go to bed if you want, Bri."

"But then that means you'll have to leave, and I don't want you to leave." The girl thought out loud, her eyes growing big once she realized she hadn't said the words in her head. Another wave of shock hit Kylian's brain, this one lasting a little longer than the previous one.

"Who said I had to leave?" Was his answer, he knew it was a bold move, but it was one he needed to make. I mean, she had just said she didn't want him to leave, and what better way to not leave someone by sleeping over at their home, right?

"Mm, I move a lot when I sleep. It's a dangerous territory you're willing to enter, Mbappé." She warned him jokingly, but her words only made a loving smile grow on his face, his other hand coming up to play with her hair a bit.

"I'm sure I can handle it. Can't be worse than on the pitch." He reasoned, making the girl giggle a bit.

"I don't know if I have the strength to get to my bed though." She said after a couple of seconds of silence. At her words, the Paris native grabbed the remote and turned off the tv before picking up the girl bridal style, making her let out a small gasp.

"My phone!" The girl yelped as he placed her down on the bed, the girl had already changed into her pajamas so she thankfully didn't have to worry about that. Kylian shook with his head with a chuckle before going back to the living room, turning off all the lights and grabbing both of their phone.

"Missing anything else?" He asked once he had mad it back into her bedroom. Brielle had already made herself comfortable in all of the blankets that were on her a bed, a childish smile plastered on her face.

"You. It's cold." And the next thing the girl knew, Kylian was laying shirtless right next to her, his eyes looking into hers.

"Hi." She whispered as she moved closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek, her thumb rubbing the skin under his eye.

"Hey." He whispered back, a hand landing on her hip as his eyes moved down to her lips, before looking back up at her eyes. Only when he looked back up, her eyes were staring right at his lips, making a smirk grow on his face. With his free hand, her grabbed her chin softly and pushing it up making her look into his eyes.

Kylian leaned his face in, the girl doing the same and just as their lips were about to connect together, the boy held her chin in place. Their lips barely touching as they felt the other's breath on them.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, you know that?" He said, staring passionately into her eyes, making the girl blush like crazy.  She bit her lip as the two of them held eyes contact, the hand was previously resting on his face moving over to his lips, her index finger dragging the bottom on down.

"You're not too bad yourself." She whispered as her finger let go of his lips and her hand moved back to his cheek, their eyes still locked together. Suddenly, the smile on Kylian's face faded, but it was replaced with a look that the girl couldn't quite describe. It was a mix of admiration, lust and softness, and Brielle truly thought she was going to melt in his touch. His hand was resting on her hip slowly started moving up and down her waist and the girl couldn't contain herself anymore, she leaned in enough to finally connect their lips together, a content sigh leaving both of their mouths.

If her parents could see what was happening at the moment, she'd be on the next flight home, her parents had always hated the idea of their precious daughter dating other people, when they met her previous and only boyfriend, it took them months to finally warm up to him. So seeing their daughter kissing a boy she had met only a couple of days ago would definitely drive them insane. But Brielle didn't care, she wanted this, she wanted it so so much.

Ever since the two of them had sat down on the couch, talking for almost an hour and half before watching the movie, there was only one thing on her, and that was Kylian's lips on hers. And it was finally happening, their lips moved together for minutes, pulling away every here and there to catch their breaths, before leaning in again, small smiles being exchange every once in a while.

"It's late." The girl stated as she pulled away from him, this time leaving a little more space between their lips than the previous times.

"Mmm, one more." Kylian insisted before placing one last big kiss on her lips. Once they pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers, a sigh leaving his mouth. A silence set over the room, sleep slowly taking over them, but the city outside stayed alive, the sounds of cars passing by, airplanes, the chaos Brielle slowly started to love falling asleep to.

"You drive me insane, Bri, and I love it so fucking much you have no idea." Was the last thing the girl heard before falling asleep, a giant smile plastered on her face.

- June 29 2019 -

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 woke up with a big smile on her face, the events of last night playing over and over in her head. The two young adults had woken up in the early hours of the morning from the sounds of police sirens go off, making the two of them very confused. They shared a couple of more kissed before falling asleep once again, the girl before the boy. The soft sound of his voice whispering sweet words in her ear slowly drifting her off to sleep. Part of her felt like it was all just a dream.

Only that smile quickly disappeared when she realized she was all alone in the her, the side were Kylian once laid completely empty. She reached her hand out to see if maybe it was just her eyes playing a trick on her, but the space was in fact bodiless, no Kylian in view. But the spot was still a little warm, meaning he hadn't left that long ago, but a frown still took over the girls face.

Then, the sound of the toilet in the unsuited bathroom filled her ears, making her let out a sigh a relief when the door opened and the Mbappé appeared.

"You okay?" He asked as he laid back down next to her, throwing his arm around her shoulders and bringing her close to him. Brielle wrapped her arms around his torso, placing her head against his chest. He pressed a small kiss to the top of her head before wrapping his other arm around her frame, keeping her close to him as they now laid face to face sideways.

"Yeah. I just... I kinda got scared that you left." She admitted softly, rubbing his back a bit as she looked up at him with a shy smile, only to find the boy already looking down at her with a soft look on his face.

"T'es mignonne quand t'es nerveuse." He whispered, making her let out a groan.

"English, Kyky. English."

"You're cute when you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous!" She defended herself but it was a big lie and Kylian knew that, her heart beating against his chest and the way her leg slightly bouncing on the mattress told the complete opposite of her words.

"Keep telling yourself that, Bri." He laughed, making her fur her brows at him before slightly hitting his chest, not too hard, but hard enough for him to feel a slight pinch.

"Shut up!"

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- June 29 2019 -

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 as her eyes stayed glued on her phone, her fingers flying over her keyboard every once in a while. The two young adults had finally exchange their numbers before Kylian needed to leave, promising to come back later with dinner.

kyky 🤍🤍

i miss you already

bri bri 💕😍

it's been 10 minutes ky...

kyky 🤍🤍

what's your point here missy?

am i not allowed to miss my

beautiful neighbor?

bri bri 💕😍

never said you weren't ;)

but we litteraly saw each other

10 minutes ago love

kyky 🤍🤍

yeah and we won't see each

other until forever

bri bri 💕😍

drama queen much

kyky 🤍🤍

are you saying you don't

miss me? 🤨

bri bri 💕😍

i miss you too bubs

my bed's cold without you :(

kyky 🤍🤍

im sure we can fix that later 😏

bri bri  💕😍

yuck

kyky 🤍🤍

shut up

bri bri 💕😍

you first

kyky 🤍🤍

...

i have to go

i'll text you when im

done xxx

bri bri 💕😍

don't miss me too much !!

be careful xxx

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"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃? 𝐁𝐑𝐈 what the fuck! Oh, my God, oh, my God!" Mackenzie freaked out as her best friend finished telling her about her previous night, a giant smile on her face.

"Kenz, calm down."

"No! Bri you litteraly kissed one of the most famous footballer in the world! How are you being so calm about this?"

"I don't know. I guess I just don't really care about it." The Healy girl shrugged as she took a bit of her snack bar. It was currently almost 5, meaning Kylian would be coming back from training soon, meanwhile the girl spent the whole day in her apartment doing pretty much nothing.

"Do you realize how many girls would kill to be in your place right now? I did some little digging on him before going to bed, and he's quite popular with the ladies, like I'm talking teens to grandmas, everyone loves him." The Turner girl emphasized, but her words didn't seem to change much about how her best friend felt about it.

"Good for them, then."

"Jeez, you're so boring. Bri, you've been in Paris for 5 days, and you've already kissed some hot French guy! Not to mention the comments he left on your post, girl if I was you I'd already be planning my wedding." Mackenzie sassed, making Brielle roll her eyes at her words.

"I've known him for five days Ken--"

"Five days and twenty million of kisses. You clearly like him and he clearly likes you, so you better put on your big girl pants the next time you see him and tell him how you feel before I buy a plane ticket, fly over to you and force it out of you." She threatened, but the Healy girl knew there was no actual harm meant behind her words, it was simply her best friend being the dramatic person she is.

"I don't wanna rush it, especially with what happened last time. You're right, I really like him and if we rush into it then it's just not gonna be good. I mean he's litteraly perfect Kenzie, and I don't want to mess my chance up." She admitted to her best friend, quickly going over what happened in the last couple of months with her millions of failed talking stage because she had listened to Mackenzie. But her words made a big smile grow in the Turner girl's face.

"You're in love." She sang, smirking at her phone, making Brielle roll her eyes, but the girl stayed quiet for a couple of seconds.

"I'm not in love with him."

"Not yet!" Mackenzie was quick to say, making her best friend look away from the screen, a small tint of red taking over her cheeks.

"I better be the bridesmaid."

"And that's enough for today. Love you Kenz!" Brielle spoke before hanging up the face time call, a small sigh leaving her mouth. The small home was quiet for a bit before a small knock on her front door broke the peace.

kyky 🤍🤍

i'm here :)

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[peaky-shelby]

New Romantics | Mbappé [7]

» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.

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» writers note: chapter 7 about a story with a man with the number 7, the day after PSG scored 7 goals, that starts with number 7 on the first line. This is witch craft at its best. This page is meant as a passage to the deeper plots. Lmk what you think xx

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GALTIER'S OFFICE - DAY

“What about number 7?”

Taylor felt as if her feet were glued on the floor. Her eyes stayed on the folder that Galtier was holding. Like she was hoping that the missing report would magically appear out of thin air, as if she hoped that this was a dream and if she looked carefully enough she’d wake up. None of those things happened, she just continuing staying still in front of her very confused boss, looking like a silly person. Her mind began wondering back to the night before, she had left the folder on her desk, just before she went in the shower. She had counted all the reports at least 10 times just to make sure they were all there. Then she said goodbye to Trish and Trish left and she went back to the bathroom and then- he happened.

“Please god tell me to leave.”

Why didn’t she?

“Wilock are you alright?” Galtier asked, waking her up from her trance. She realized she had closed her eyes and that her face was probably giving away the mess that was going on in her mind. She walked around the desk and reached for the folder, looking at the reports one by one. Searching for Kylian’s. She went through all of them with her finger, again and again. Until she came in terms with the fact that it was gone, she let her hands hang and left the files on the desk. She looked at Marquinhos for help, in truth she wanted to start crying because the only scenario that made sense was Kylian having stolen the report. That sort of betrayal stunk deep, especially while she could still feel his hands on her body, his palms on her hips, holding her whole. His lips on her neck, her hands on his short curls, her mouth on his, telling him secrets about herself in ways she hadn’t told anyone in a long time. The blood had completely left her face just in the thought, Marcos must have seen it.

“It must have fallen over the bed.” He said, jumping in to help her. “Right, Taylor?”

She gulped “yeah.” She tried hard to recollect herself, looking only at Marquinhos because he was the only kind of comfort she had. She even considered hugging him because she was sure eventually her feet would give in. Marquinhos nodded at her, reminding her about the person next to her. She looked at him, her expression turning icy again “I’m really sorry. I must have left it on the desk, I’ll get it to you tomorrow morning”

“Things like that happen.” Marcos added, looking at Galtier much more relaxed than she was “We are not gonna get to finish reading these until tomorrow anyway, it won’t make a difference.” He looked at Taylor. Gratefulness was pouring from her eyes. “Have it here tomorrow Taylor.”

“Yes of course.”

Galtier stood up, fixing his suit and huffing “Tragedies seem to follow you around Ms. Wilock. I hope your talent is worth it.” He eyed her, up and down “We’ll meet you downstairs. Go find the boys.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She left the office, maybe a little too quick but she didn’t care. She sprinted down the hallways, looking left and right to find him. He was here somewhere, she would get her hands on him eventually. Then it dawned on her if he had seen the reports maybe he knew the whole story, maybe he knew exactly who she was. She stopped, her entire body freezing in the empty halls. She could see the exit door, he was out there, she knew it. But did she really want to face him in front of everyone, and what if he had already said everything to everyone? What if all the boys hated her now? “oh Jesus…” she whispered, her hand running down her face. She held on her head, pulling back her hair, she could rip them off right now and she wouldn’t care.

A hand on her shoulder. She jumped. Turned around.

“You alright Princessa?”

Her eyes softened when she saw Ney. His eyes comforting as always, they had really become friends in the last few days. When she counted down all her possible losses from this lie, he was the bigger one. But he was still smiling at her, so he didn’t know.

“I need to tell you something.” She said.

“Can it wait till lunch? I’m late.” He squeezed her shoulder three times and pecked her cheek quickly “I’ll see you out there” he said, smiling and started running outside.

“Wait…” she murmured but it wasn’t loud enough. Perhaps on purpose. She stood watching him until someone bumped against her shoulder, passing by her. She looked up-

“HEY YOU!” She yelled when she saw him. But Kylian didn’t stop, he didn’t even spare a glance for her. She hesitated before following him outside, picking up her pace. When they were in the outside area she grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at her. He yanked her hand away, his dark eyes settling on her. He was holding his gloves on his hands, about to put them on.

“What do you want?”

“Did you take it?” she questioned, getting closer at him, she held her head back while he looked down at her.

“No idea what you are talking about.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and walking away. She scoffed, unable to believe that this was actually happening to her. He went outside, pushing the door open. She followed him.

“You know I knew you were a pig but not this much” she yelled, when she stepped outside. That made everyone look. Kylian stopped his pace and turned around to face her. She got in his face quickly and pushed him on the shoulders. Neymar and Hakimi ran to them. Kylian laughed at her “You should be ashamed”

“I am the one who should be ashamed?” he asked, his eyes widening “What about you TJ?” he asked, eying her up and down.

“Do not fucking call me that!” she yelled, launching herself forward to hit him again but Neymar, quickly slipped his arm around her, pulling her back. The rest of the team was approaching them slowly, and the ones that weren’t approaching them were watching carefully.

“I’m sorry you have so many names, sometimes I get them mixed up.” He said and he said it so coldly that it felt like am insult. Like he had been betrayed. She yanked Neymar’s arm away and launched forward at him again but she was stopped by Messi this time. Who put himself between them.

“What is going on?” he asked, holding her still. She ignored him, looked over his shoulder at Kylian.

“I’d spit on you but you’re not even worth that”

“You look tired, did you get any sleep last night?” he asked, in a way testing her and she would have gone for another round if it wasn’t for Galtier showing up behind them. It was Neymar that warned her, whispering in her ear and making her turn in Galtier’s direction. Thankfully he was engaged in a conversation with Marquinhos so he didn’t notice the chaos at first. But when he saw everyone gathered around, he raised his eyebrows.

“Everything ok, here?” Asked Galtier. None of them said anything “I don’t suppose you told them without us, Ms. Wilock?”

She wanted the earth to swallow her whole. She wanted to run, move to another country, change her name and her entire appearance if she had to. Kylian made a step forward, he looked more interested than anyone else. She glanced at him, crossing her arms right in front of her chest.

“Tell us what?” Asked Neymar, putting his arm around her shoulder. God she felt so dirty.

Kylian smiled, he knew what was coming.

“Well for the last few weeks we’ve been testing something along with her—”

“Was it our patience?” joked Verratti but he only got the side eye from Galtier.

“As some of you may have already noticed, Taylor has been very involved in your training and the games.” Kylian looked down, finally putting on his gloves. God was he going to enjoy the truth coming out, everyone finding out she’s the writer they all hate. It’s what she deserved for the lies she had said, everyone finding out she was jw— “That’s because she was never here only to write about it.” Wait what? He looked up, confused with where this was going “She’s gonna be part of the coaching crew.” His eyes shot up, he looked straight at her. She was avoiding his gaze at all costs. He looked at Galtier, Marquinhos. His mouth dropping open. Then back at her.

“What?” he asked, his voice coming out louder than he expected.

“This has to be a joke.” Verratti laughed, it was an awkward laugh.

Neymar pulled away to look at her.

“Miss Taylor Wilock, was a professional player like you. She was in Chelsea and very close to joining her national team.”

“yeah we already knew about that part.” Said Verratti

“I assure you her experience is the one we are looking for along of course with her talent in analyzing both the games and the players, as all of you must have realized by now.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that?” Questioned Neymar, a smile playing on his lips in contrast to Kylian whose expression has remained in shock while he was adding everything up. Including the fact that the report he had taken was always meant for Galtier. And the fact that he had fucked one of his coaches, but that was a whole other conversation.

“I’m the one the offered her the job after reading her work.” Continued Galtier “Marquinhos was the one with the initial idea.”

She still couldn’t look at anybody, she was staring at the grass, digging on it with her foot. She was basically cuddling herself. Excepting the next bomb to go off.

“Not just a chipmunk after all, ha?” Smiled Ramos. He walked over to her, putting out his hand for her “knew you had it in you.” She looked at it but didn’t take it.

“I can’t believe this!” Neymar said, smiling. He cuddled her head, rubbing the top “smallest coach I’ve ever had.”

“I expect you to treat her with the equal respect you treat all your other coaches Number 10. No matter her size or gender.”

“She certainly has my respect” Said Messi. “she’s proved herself more than ones.”

Kylian watched most of the team, gathering around her to congratulate her. He was the only one that knew the whole truth wasn’t out yet, he had to watch through her mocking everyone in their face again. He couldn’t stand it.

“Where did you read her work?” he asked, everyone looking at him now. She released herself from Neymar to look at him also. He almost fell sorry for her by the way her eyes settled on him but he was too angry to care. “Thought she was just the assistant.” It was so cruel, the way that he said it. It was so obvious too. Everyone made a step back, silence falling around them. It was like he had raised a gun on her head, the puling hitting her on the head.

“Wait…” Neymar whispered. He hands dropped away from her, he was calculating everything along with everyone else.

“Since we are revealing things, Taylor would you like to tell the boys that the way you managed to get this job was by digging a hole for each one of us.” She didn’t say anything. Neymar’s eyes were too heavy for her to bare. As was Ramos look of disappointment. “Golden girl, not so golden, hm?” he threw her words back at her as any cruel man would.

“Enough with the theatricals please.” Ordered Galtier, seeing how everyone was excitement, if there ever was any, was leaving their faces. No one seemed too happy now, there was anger, sadness, puzzlement and disbelief. “Back to training. All of you. Coach Wilock” God that sounded weird “Has made a schedule for everyone today. I suggest you follow it, not that you have a choice” he laughed, smiling “Go!” That was a last warning for everyone. He left after it and some of the boys remained exactly where they were.

Taylor tried to reach for Neymar but he shook her hand away without saying anything. He ran on the field, away from her. Kylian was the last one to stay, their eyes meeting in silence. Both of them traitors and betrayed in the deepest way anyone can betray and be betrayed. It would have been an emotional confrontation if they both weren’t so stubborn at showing emotions to each other. He drew away, back at his team and training started under the most broken environment there ever had been on this field. Marquinhos came up behind her, giving her a red jacket. She looked at it.

“Its tradition. All coaches have one. Makes it easier to see you when you are yelling at them. Got a whistle in there too.”

“I’m not gonna yell at them” she said, taking the jacket and looking at it. Her fingers stroking the fabric like it was a uniform.

“Give it an hour” he smiled.

“I think I should be gentle for now. Till they trust me again.”

“I mean Galtier was right, they don’t have a choice.” He patted her on the back and ran on the field.

During training she noticed how Kylian would do his own things on purpose, not following the schedule. She tried to get near the guys a few times. Starting short conversations and correcting them kindly, like she used to before anyone found out the truth. She tried to get near Neymar as well, he’d barely look at her but at least he listened when she told him to focus on his right leg. Comments and laughs didn’t escape her ear, mostly from Verratti and his crew. She’d ignore them but they were piling up.

Kylian was running in between the cones with the ball, Verratti following behind him.

“fucking JW.” He said. Kylian offered him a quick glance, before stopping and holding the ball still with his leg. “can you believe it?” He looked at taylor, she was occupied talking with Messi. “how did you find out?” he asked.

Kylian didn’t know how to answer that. He shrugged his shoulders and motioned his hands like he was giving an answer but he wasn’t really saying anything. He was just making sounds “you know…I” he cleared his throat “just saw her notebook, and her name and did the math.”

Verratti nodded and Kylian got out of the conversation as fast as he could. Because thinking of the night he spent with her, it was making his skin itch. Holding her, touching her. Their legs tangled around the sheets—

“where did you find the notebook?” Asked Hakimi, having listened on the conversation. His friend looked at him as he stopped running. “she left early yesterday.” His silence was a good enough answer for Hakimi, who got closer so no one else could hear him. “don’t know what happened but fix your story before you get yourself and her in real trouble.”

At this point he didn’t really care about her but If the truth was to come out, considering the circumstances it would be ugly. He still hadn’t processed fully the situation, the brutal truth; he slept with his coach.

TRAINING CAMPUS / KITCHEN – LATER

Just like the first day she got there when she entered the cafeteria, silence fell. It was a cold silence, much heavier and personal. The looks were colder. She ignored them, same way she had been ignoring everything all day. She went to the counter and took her dish. She sat on a table alone, taking out her notebook and started rereading her previous notes just to keep herself occupied.

Kylian came in a while later, laughing. God was his laugh annoying to her ears at that point. He sat a few tables away from her with Hakimi, Ramos and Verratti. Sometimes he’d glance at her and that’s how she knew they were talking about her. Giggling and mocking her probably. It was driving her insane but she swallowed it too. Then his laugh got louder, nothing in the world could have been as funny. He was provoking her. She looked over at Marquinhos who shrugged his shoulders, like he was asking her why the hell she was putting up with this. That reminded her, she’d never put up with it a few weeks ago. The laughs and the jokes, the disrespect. She thought if they’d treat her the same if she was a man. Probably not. She couldn’t keep swallowing it anymore. She got up, getting her glass of water with her. She walked over to his table, standing behind him and with a simple movement, twisted her glass so the liquid would fall on him. Flowing from his head to his shirt. Gasps were heard all around the room, snorts and chuckles, people grasping their mouth so they wouldn’t laugh. Like she had done something bad, but oh why did it feel so good?

It took Kylian a few long minutes to react. He got up slowly, turning around to face her. Their high difference wasn’t at all intimidating to her, if anything it was entertaining putting him in his place despite it.

“Number 7, please go change. You look like shit and you’ll get a cold. We can’t afford that. Your lunch is over and I need you back on the field.”

He laughed “that’s not happening.”

“You have 5 seconds, otherwise I’ll add another 2 hours on your day’s training.”

He laughed again “who do you think you are?”

“Your coach, in case you missed the memo. 3 seconds by the way.” she said looking at her hand watch. My god, he thought, she is serious, but he didn’t move. Everyone was watching closely, waiting for their next move. Taylor looked up at him, smiling. “That’s another 2 hours for you then.”

Verratti stood up, standing by his friend. Hakimi pulled him down, the same second, by his sleeve, forcing him to sit before he said anything.

“you can’t do this.” He protested.

She kept her eyes on him but called for Marquinhos “Marcos can I?”

Marcos laid back on his chair, smiling “I mean you are a coach, so if you think it’s necessary, yes.” He took a piece of bread, taking a bite. “do you think it’s necessary?”

“Absolutely.” She grinned.

“I’ll go to Galtier with this.”

“Can he go to Galtier with this?” she asked

“Technically he can. I doubt it will be in his favor.” Said Marquinhos.

Kylian looked at Marquinhos from the corner of his eye and he gave him a teasing wave in return.

She smiled “why don’t you go change golden boy. Hate seeing you wet like this.”

Kylian bit on his tongue like he was stopping himself from going to far with his words. “think twice before you start a war like this Wilock.”

She made a step forward, her gaze as judgy and dangerous as it had always been “You didn’t, why would I?”

“you’ll regret this.”

“Too busy regretting other things.” She hissed, showing him her teeth and making sure he could sense the way her eyes were burning as she scanned him. “Not gonna say it again. Go change.”

Hakimi tried to hold Verratti down but this time he jumped of his seat, getting on Taylor’s face “This is bullshit.” Hakimi lowered his head on his palms, groaning.

“Wanna join him Number 6?” she warned, her attention settling on him. “In fact, how about your whole crew here joins? Ramos do you feel like an extra two hours? You could work on your freekick—”

“Verratti sit the fuck down.” Said Ramos.

Kylian put out his hand, motioning for Verratti to sit. He gave Taylor one last threatening look and left the cafeteria, with his head held high. Small chatters began after his exit, taylor reached on her pocket, taking out her whistle and hanging it around her neck. She looked at Verratti, reaching for the unfinished apple on his tray. She held it up for him. “from now on you play by my rules, or you don’t play at all. Finish your apple, you have a long day ahead of you.” She smiled, handing it to him. She walked towards the exit, stopping right in front of the door. She blew the whistle, making everyone jump as they looked at her.

“Believe it or not I’m here to help. And in the last few weeks I’ve grown to care for this team . I understand that some of you were hurt and confused. I get it even. but if you let it risk your progress then it’s on you. Because I’m not about to play around.”

None of them said anything, some of them were smiling, some were pouting, some of them couldn’t even look at her but all of them came to the same realization. She’s here to stay.

She blew the whistle one more time, making everyone jump again. “You have 20 minutes to finish your meal. Last one on the pitch gets a 100 push ups.”

Taylor ran down the stairs, looking for Kylian because she certainly wasn’t done with him. She looked on the locker rooms first, all of them. she eventually found him on the bathrooms.

He was standing in front of the mirror, naked from the waist up while he was changing his shirt. She walked in, shutting the door and blowing her whistle. Both noises scaring him enough to turn around, mid putting his shirt- and even slightly jumping. Finally she was the one scaring them, and she was having fun.

“What is wrong with you?” he asked, his tone way angrier than before and way more honest now that they were alone.

“Where is my fucking report?” she asked coldly.

“wanna do this when I’m dressed?” he argued.

“Nothing special I haven’t seen before.”

He laughed, turning his back on her. She went closer, blew the whistle on his ear, he screamed, turning back around and waving his shirt, almost hitting her “Who the hell gave you that?”

“Give me back my report.”

“Where do you think I have it, up my ass?”

She laughed ironically “No obviously not. Your ass is not big enough to fit it as far as I remember” He grinned, scoffing. She made a step forward “so what did you do with it?”

“must have fallen over somewhere, don’t worry I’ll tell Galtier personally—” She slapped him before he could even process it. He had a feeling that slap wasn’t meant just for the missing report. He rubbed his cheek, looking away from her, while his breathing got heavier. “You know, I can file a complaint over this coach—”

“Shut up.” She warned “shut up because I swear to god I really, really wanna punch you in the face right now and I have to go against every fiber of my being not to.” She closed her eyes “GOD!” she yelled, stepping away from him, stretching her fingers to resist the need to slam them against his face “How could I fall for this—”

“You’re the victim here? Really? After all the lies you told in my face—to them also! But especially to me, all your advices about not listening to the world, not struggling for their expectation when you were the one that would set them as high! You knew what you were doing to me and you kept fucking doing it—”

“I was writing what I was seeing! And what I was seeing was a talent going to waste with mid level performances—”

“Mid level performances? Seemed to me my performance last night left you satisfied.” He cut her off, topping her voice. She felt dirty, so did he. But they were on a mission to make each other feel dirtier.

“Yeah..” she spat out “it was a great performance. Have you considered an acting career? Think you’ll need a new one anyway the way you are going.” He drew his lower lip between his teeth, chewing on it. “I mean…” she snorted “Sleeping with somebody to steal a fucking report. Is that how desperate you are—”

He held tighter on his shirt, searching for her eyes, processing her accusation. “that’s what you think?” his forehead creased when he got no reply, a line appearing between his brows “you think I slept with you to get the report?”

She shook her head “no, don’t do that. Do not mess with my head.”

“I didn’t even know that report existed before I came to your apartment!”

“Why did you steal it then?”

“I don’t know maybe because I realized I slept with someone that wrote a 5 pages essay meant to ruin my career—” she scoffed.

“My god I swear, I’ve met 7 year olds more mature than you are!”

“—meanwhile she forgets to mention she’s gonna be my new coach—" he raised his voice, both of them practically yelling at each other.

“you’re the one that barged into my apartment—.”

“I didn’t know what I was getting myself into though! Did I?”

“Oh boohoo, Kylian Mbappe has been manipulated by his new coach, is that the story you’re going with?”

“I wouldn’t know. You’re the expert in writing stories and telling lies. Does it sound catchy enough to you?”

“It sounds bullshit.” She prompted and stepped forward. “Just like anything else that has come out of your mouth ever since I met you.”

“Would love to find out what it would sound like to Galtier.”

She went pale. It was perhaps the idea that he set in her mind that he was capable of going that far if he wanted to. In reality he wouldn’t be harmed by the truth coming out. Not as much as she’d be. She’d be humiliated as a professional and as a woman.

He leaned in, the proximity getting as dangerous as it was last night. She didn’t flatter. “do you understand the consequences—”

“YOU THINK I DON’T?” She yelled in his face. “the consequences are much bigger for me then they are for you. I’m already fucking dealing with them because of you. So where the fuck is it Kylian?”

He pouted, his eyes dropping to her lips, a part of him needing to taste her again despite the circumstances. Like she was cocaine and he was a long and loyal user. He raised his shoulders slightly, letting them fall again. “Can’t remember.” He whispered.

She looked at his lips too, a grin appearing on hers. She leaned closer to him, her lips brushing his ear and she whispered “I’m gonna make you wish were dead.” she raised her whistle to her mouth quickly and blew it in his ear. He jumped and screamed, covering his ear while she walked away. Declaring war.

Kylian threw his shirt on the ground in anger, and hit the air with his fist. This woman could drive him in a madhouse. He wanted to hit something, he needed it to. He kicked on o one of the doors of the stalls before he could think about it. He groaned at the contact with his toes, regretting it immediately after. “MERDE!” he yelled and it echoed in the empty room.

PLAY

“IF I WANTED BALLARINAS I WOULD HAVE GONE TO THE OPERA” She screamed at them “FASTER”

Taylor was having too much fun with her whistle. She’d use it repeatedly, any way she could while commanding the boys. She’d walk around the field and go down on the gym. Yes even in the gym they couldn’t hide from her.

“are you taking a break Hakimi?” she asked, while he was lifting weights with his legs, sitting on one of the machines. He stopped, raising her eyebrows “my ex boyfriend could lift that in his sleep. More weights.”

Hakimi searched the room for Kylian, his inner child blaming only him for Taylor torturing him. He pointed at him “your fault.” He mouthed.

On the field she was walking passed them and correcting their posture or noting their little flaws. Marquinhos watched from a distance while the boys did their cross every time she walked by like she was the devil herself or closing their ears just before she’d blow that goddamn whistle.

“its like she turned into a monster.” Mumbled Ektike to Kimpembe while they were doing pushups that she had ordered them too.

“You think if we say her name three times in the mirror, we’ll set a curse?” asked Kimpembe

“I think I’ll be hearing that whistle in my nightmares until the day I die”

“Can both of you shut up before she gives us another 100?” Hissed Bernat and continued with his exercise.

Across from them were Ramos and Neymar playing a one on one, the ball rolling back and forth between them. “who would have thought Kylian was right about her…” mumbled Ramos. Neymar didn’t answer, he kept his eyes on the ball. He didn’t want to talk about it “she’s still a little badass if you think about it.”

“Sure” he mumbled, his eyes reflecting the sadness he was trying to hide.

Taylor stood outside of the field to have a clear watch, her arms crossed on her chest. Marquinhos came near her, holding his arms behind his back. She glanced at him, almost smiling.

“I think you are having too much fun.”

“Just for today. Needed to prove something.” She grinned “but yeah I’m having a little fun.”

He nodded “fair enough. You gonna let them go or are you going to keep them here forever?”

She checked her clock “yeah. Not number 7 though. He has another two hours.”

Marquinhos smiled..“I’ll let them know.”

Just as Marquinhos was going to call the guys, Neymar passed in front of her. She followed him with her eyes before reaching for his arm to stop him. He looked at her, his expression blank.

“Can we talk?”

“If I say no, you’re gonna give me another hour in training?”

“No of course not.”

“Then not today.” He said simply and moved away.

“Junior!” she called and he stopped, turning to look at her. He motioned his hands like he was asking her what she wanted. She hesitated “You don’t need to trust me as a friend anymore but I need you to trust me as a coach. Please.”

He nodded “you had all my trust as a coach, you never needed to lie. That’s the problem”

He left her and the other players left the field as well a few minutes later, all except one.

PLAY

Taylor sat on the bench at first while the night was falling around them and the stars appeared in the sky. She got up later, keeping her distance from him while Kylian’s figure ran in between cones and up and down the grass, a ball always in between his legs. Sometimes her eyes focused on his thighs and not his feet, whenever she’d notice, she’d clear her throat and look away like she was a school girl. It was one of those times when she suddenly felt the ball hitting her ankle. She looked up, an annoying looking Kylian raising his hands.

“Keep your head in the game, isn’t that what you always say?” he yelled from the other side.

“Didn’t know I was playing.” She explained and kicked it back at him. It was a clear shot, it landed right in front of him and he got it in his ankle shooting it up, before it even hit the ground, then maneuvered his body to do back heel kick and score in the net. He cheered at his win, even though no one was there to stop the goal. They were alone in the field, shadows in the dark. Kylian ran and took the ball back, he continued playing by himself, sometimes she’d notice that he’d stop and look at his toes like he was in pain but she wasn’t going to ask. She didn’t want to know. She looked at her clock again, just a few minutes left.

The ball rolled in between her feet again, this time he was closer to her. When had he gotten so close?

“How long can you keep the ball for?”

“I’m not doing this Kylian.”

“Hold it for longer than 10 minutes and I’ll give you your report back.” Her eyes sparked in the darkness. He moved closer, taking the ball under his foot and bringing it closer to him “Not up for it coach?” he asked, keeping it for himself.

Taylor looked around to make sure no one was watching and unzipped her jacket, throwing it on the ground. Kylian grinned and kicked the ball back at her. She moved away quickly; he chased her. It was a classic dribbling exercise, she’d move it from her left to her right leg and whenever he got close enough, she’d roll it backwards. Kylian moved around her carefully, she almost made it to 10 minutes but he slipped his leg in between her and made contact with the ball kicking it away. She lost her balance and fell forward on him, he held her arms, his hands gripping on hers just to keep her steady, her hands clasping on his biceps automatically. They both looked up at the same time, her nose brushing against his chin, their eyes meeting. They stared at one another, warming each other’s face with their breathing. He got even closer, she stood still, there was something incredibly romantic about an empty field.

“You lost” he whispered on her lips and pulled away. She laughed bitterly, placing her hands on her hips while he walked inside the building.

Kylian didn’t realize that she was following until he saw her opening the passenger’s door and sitting inside the car like she had been invited. He took a moment for himself before lowering his body, holding on his door and looking at her.

“what are you doing?”

She didn’t answer.

“I’m not driving you home.”

“you don’t have to. I’ll come get my report and then I’ll leave.”

He laughed “absolutely not”

“I wasn’t asking Kylian.”

“I’m gonna call security.”

She snorted “for what?”

“the crazy woman in my car.”

“I’ll explain to them that you’ve stolen my things and I need to get them back.”

“In what language? All you can say is bonjour with the worst accent I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“for your information I have a 2 week strike on Duolingo.”

“Get out” he warned.

“Non, je suis contente”

It did something to him. Listening to her speak the language even if the accent was worse than he expected. He chewed his tongue, watching while she put on her seatbelt, unbothered by his warnings and laid back, getting even more comfortable. He slapped on his door, cursing any curse he knew on his vocabulary. He laughed. “You know if you wanted to see my house, you could have just asked”

Her head shot up, looking at him “let me make one thing absolutely clear you low life son of a bitch- the only reason I’m in you filthy car is because I know that report is in your fucking house and I’m not leaving until you drive me there and give it to me.”

“you are a sore loser, you know that?”

“Must be your impact.” She said without even looking at him. He moved away, closed the door to his car and crossed his arms. She looked at the empty seat next to her and then at him.

“I can stay here all night.”

“Really?” she laughed. “ok” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. She looked at the ignition making sure it was keyless and thank God for her it was. She slid herself on the driver’s seat, pushing the button and watching the board coming to life. Kylian stepped forward to take a better look at what she was doing, doubting she was actually going to do this. Taylor scrolled down on the tablet screen for his house address “oh here it is.”

“alright that’s enough—” he went to open the door but she locked it before he could. Kylian slammed his hand on the roof of the car. “Open the door Wilock!”

“Always wanted to drive a car like this” the engine got louder as she played around with the options. “Do you have car insurance, just to be sure?” she looked at him, like she was a demon and he was her little toy. “changed your mind about staying here all night?”

“move!”

She smiled, unlocking the door and moving back on the passenger’s seat. Kylian say where she was a second ago. Holding on the steering wheel like he was making sure she hadn’t ruined it.

“Just for the record, I’m not driving you home after.” He smoothly unparked the car slowly, looking at the review mirrors.

“Don’t worry, I’d rather walk anyway.” She shot back and leaned her head on the windowsill.

“you know hijacking is a crime.”

“so is stealing.” She reminded him.

It was an awkward drive to say the least. The two chose silence over anything. Not even music. The only thing they could hear were the car and street sounds.

They reached his apartment a few minutes later, Taylor was taken aback by how grand his building looked from outside, tall and modern nothing like hers. they got inside the garage, Kylian turning off the engine and walking out. She watched him while he walked over to the elevator that was probably leading to his flat. He stopped on his tracks when he realized that she wasn’t following him. He walked back to the car, on her side.

Taylor pressed the button to lower the glass. “ill wait here for you.”

He raised his eyebrows “you want me to bring it to you?”

“yes”

He laughed “I’m not wasting my time, going up and down because you are a child. You wanted to come to get your report, so come and get it or you can stay here all night for all I care.”

He walked back to the elevator. She knew that he wasn’t coming back if she didn’t go with him. She tapped her leg on bottom of the car, contemplating her choices. She huffed and opened the door. Following Kylian to the elevator. Taking a quick look around the garage to see two more cars, a Prius and a Mercedes. Ones again, thinking about how this could have been her life.

They didn’t say anything while they went upstairs. She would marvel at how elegant everything looked. From the halls to the walls. To the carpets on the floor, to everything. He unlocked his door. Walking in first and letting her walk behind him. He threw his keys on the table near the door and went to his room immediately.

She looked around at the house. It was very white, she noticed. Very simple and minimalistic, like no one with personality was living there. uncharacteristic for a man like Kylian. Because if there was one thing that this man had was character and personality. Whether she liked that character and personality was a whole different conversation. In front of her were the white windows with the million dollar view, all of Paris at his feet, like he was a king.

She let her hand slide across the wide counter that practically separated the kitchen from the living room. Everything was so clean and tidy, nothing like her house which always looked like a bomb had gone off in the room. She heard him hissing something from inside and reminded herself, why she was here.

She saw a desk by the window, full of papers and walked quickly over there, started looking for her file.

“Where is it?” she asked loud enough for him to hear. He was in his bedroom, taking off his shoes. He looked at his wounded toe from earlier, there was dry blood around it. He wondered with how much pressure he kicked that corner.

He got up when he heard her shuffling through his papers, reminding himself what she could find under them. He looked in one of his bags, taking out the report and running inside.

“Stop going through my stuff, it’s not there.” He said coming up behind her. He had to grab her arm for her to stop, anxious about what she was gonna find. She had almost uncovered the napkin he had kept. Sometimes he wondered while he was still keeping it but now was not the time. He forced her to turn around before she saw it, holding the report in his hands. She looked at it, slightly shocked that he was actually giving it to her. She reached for it but he pulled it back quickly. “gonna give it to Galtier, now?”

“none of your business.”

“You really think I’m unfit for playing?”

“I’m not gonna discuss it with you. You lost that privilege last night.” She tried to reach it for it again, he held it higher. She sighed, her eyes darkening “give it to me!” she jumped.

“therapy? Really?”

She stepped forward to jump again, stepping on his toe. He groaned, stepping back and she looked at his bare feet. Noticing the wound. Her forehead frowned “what the hell happened to your foot?” she bent down to take a better look, then up at him. “You know what? I don’t care.” She snatched the file he was holding, moving away.

“can you be useful and get the alcohol and a bandage? It’s under the sink, in the bathroom.”

She halted. For a moment he thought she wasn’t going to do it but she left the file on a table and went towards the bathroom. He sat on the nearest chair he could find, reaching down apt his feet. Taylor returned with the things he asked her for, leaving them on the table. He got the bandage, bending forward and beginning to wrap his toe.

Because of the Silence he thought she was already gone but suddenly he saw her small fingers, taking the bandage from him, leaving by her side. She was squatting on the ground while she dropped alcohol on a napkin and started cleaning the dry blood.

“was it like that through the whole training?”

It was just a broken nail on his pinky, nothing that would effect his playing unless he didn’t take care of it and he would have earlier if he had realized it was bleeding. He caught her smiling by the slight pain she caused him. Then she started wrapping it slowly, much more carefully than him “you’re dumb for not saying anything.”

“our new coach is a bitch. Didn’t think she’d care. Had me doing an extra- OUCH!” He yelled when she died the bandage tighter only to shut him up but she didn’t look up at him. Her fingers continued, carefully doing what she was doing.

“She’s not a bitch. She’s just tired of being underestimated.” She responded in a whisper, finishing up. “that was stupid.” She added, looking up at him. He liked the view he had of her in between his legs. Enjoyed it even. He could see himself in her eyes “you could have damaged it real bad.”

“You’re gonna scold me now?”

“that’s basically my job Kylian.” She murmured, shaking her head. She got up, leaving the alcohol on the table. “all of it was my job.” Her voice was broken and tired but she continued “I never meant to hurt anybody but I’m not going to apologize for it either.” It was weird having her look down at him instead of the other way around. She had this sadness in her eyes he couldn’t quite explain “Especially not to you, after what you did to me!”

“I didn’t know about the report—” he stood up, automatically making the space between them smaller. Standing ones again taller than her.

“Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it.” She raised her hand almost touching his chest. The worst part was that she believed hum “I don’t care for another round of whatever this is right now. It’s late and I’m tired. We can go at it in the morning.” She stroked her hair back “I did mean it though. You pull something like this again I will make your life a living hell.”

He bent his head at her I don’t like you having so much power over me.”

“I don’t like you getting this close to my personal space anymore.” She moved back, away from his aura. Took her report and headed for the door. Kylian slid his hands in his pockets, tilting his head while he watched her getting nearer the door then—“wait!” he called and she looked at him. He breathed out loudly from his nose and walked to where she was. There was a board next to the door with all of his keys, he snatched the Prius ones “do you actually know how to drive?”

“why do you care?”

“Just ones. try to answer a question like a normal person.”

“yes I do!”

He got nearer and put the keys in her left hand, his skin brushing against hers, his fingers interlocking almost with hers. She didn’t pull from him right away, she took in his touch for a few more seconds while his eyes bore into hers. How did he always manage to get this close to her? How did she always found herself trapped between his and a wall or a door. “Bring it back in one piece if you can.”

She took the keys in between her fingers, juggling with them a little. She smiled, looking at them. “might just crash it on a pole on purpose.”

“That’s why I’m giving you the cheapest one.” He teased. She managed a smile but it was more of an acknowledgment. She looked at his face, reminding herself all the parts she was kissing just 24 hours ago. She wanted to touch it, the skin under his eye, his cheek, the area under his lips. God how did she get herself here? “you can always just stay here” he suggested, a grin drawn on his face like he was reading her thoughts.

“It’s never going to happen again Kylian.” She said coldly “it was a mistake, my mistake.” She whispered “Thanks for the car keys.” She reached for the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door and leaving.

She reached the garage pressing on the key to open the car. It felt weird sitting in on of his cars, she could smell him around her, expected his hand to reach for her any point now while she was driving. Sometimes it was hard to focus on the street. She turned the music on, french songs playing. She couldn’t understand a word but she let them play, she could imagine him singing them, dancing to them. She parked the car outside of her house and went upstairs. Tired to even climb the stairs. She turned the keys on her door, entering her apartment and just as quick she could feel the waves crashing on her chest. The consequences of her choices. The heaviness on her shoulder.

Trish was by her side in seconds when she started crying in silence, Kylian’s keys falling from her hand. Trish guided her on the edge of the bed and helped her sit down, while she sobbed in her hand. When did everything get so tangled up? She cried on her friend’s shoulder. Held on to her tightly. She wasn’t sure why she was crying. It was the pressure of not showing emotion all day, the realization that whatever was going on with Kylian would come back to bite her. Losing Neymar. Everyone else’s trust as well. One day and she’d be alone again, with her best friend and her family on another country.

Trish held her head on her hands, searching in her eyes. She didn’t say anything because she knew there was nothing to say.

“I fucked up.” She mumbled, sniffing back her tears. “I fucked up big time.”

Her phone buzzed in her back pocket. She reached for it, checking the messages. Trish looked at the screen as well. “what is this?”

“Tickets for the Qatar tour.” She explained, wiping her nose with the back of her hand “because going on a tour across the world with 20 people that hate me and Kylian is exactly what I need.”

“I can go for you.” She smiled. Taylor tilted her head, giving her a serious look. Trish laughed, pulling her friend closer. “You’ll be fine. Promise.” She held her pinky out and Taylor curled her own pinky around it.

“swear” she whispered. Luna jumped up on the bed too, cuddling on her legs and meowing for food.

“She’s lying I just fed her.”

BAR – NIGHT

Verratti checked his phone, as it buzzed on the table. He checked his messages, reading about the tickets that had just been sent to everyone. He shook his head. “now we have to go on the trip with her.” He mumbled.

Across from him sat Ann, famous for her gossip talents and bringing havoc in the football world. She was twisting her straw on her cocktail. “she’s coming to Qatar with you?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you hear? She’s a full on coach. We’re stuck with her apparently.”

“it’s a nice story though. Woman undercover in a man’s world. It has a nice ring to it. I might write it. You think you can get her to do an interview for me?”

“I’ll give you tickets in one of the conferences after we come back”

“Oh that would be amazing, you’re an angel.”

He looked at her glass, scratching on it with his finger “I think what’s worse is that this undercover woman knew exactly what she was talking about.” He raised his glass taking a full ship “gonna have to start getting used to her I guess”

Ann smiled, a very mischievous smile while she sipped from her straw.

KYLIAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

When his phone buzzed he was laying on the bed, he checked his screen quickly. He hated travelling as much for such a short time. He threw his phone on the side and closed his eyes. Thinking about her. He tried stopping his mind from going there but he was failing, always picturing her smile or her frown or just her eyes. He reached for his phone again and went on her website. He stayed awake rereading everything that she had written about him. In truth despite the anger that he felt for all the lies, some sort of part of him had calmed with the truth. He knew exactly who she was, just like he wanted to from the beginning. He was only missing a few parts that he knew how to complete.

He went on his contact, search for the right name and let it ring. He smiled when the person on the other line picked up.

“Bellingham, it’s me bro. Are you still in Paris?”

Ok soooo let's count down the things we have to wait for. Taylor getting along with the boys again, tension between her and ky, Qatar trip omg i wonder what will happen there and wait a damn second that Ann girl looks annoying. How long can these two keep their heated night a secret? 👀👀👀 As Always that you for reading and commenting. This chapter is not much, more like comedic relief to show their dynamic from now on. Lost of yelling, lots of screaming. Gotta love it though. *Coughs* angst soon *coughs* i love you xxxx

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I’ll Take Care of You | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: none just angsty and some passionate kissing

Summary: Kylian is feeling stressed as the news that he will not be extending with PSG comes out. He seeks comfort in you. 

A/N: Hello, everyone! When I got this request I absolutely adored the idea and wanted to get right to it. As always, please leave me feedback and don’t forget to reblog. I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

The sun had long set over the city of Paris, casting an ethereal glow upon the Eiffel Tower as its lights illuminated the darkened sky. In the midst of the bustling city, a heavy atmosphere hung over Kylian Mbappé's lavish apartment. The young football prodigy, renowned for his incredible talent on the field, now found himself at a crossroads that weighed heavily on his heart.

Kylian had spent years with Paris Saint-Germain, captivating fans and leaving a lasting mark on the club. Since his arrival in 2017, he had steered his team to five Ligue 1 titles, secured three French Cup titles, and clinched the coveted Player of the Season award on four occasions. Yet, beneath the surface of success, a storm of discontent brewed within him. He felt betrayed by the club. He wasn't happy with the Mercato, he wasn't happy with the coach, and he was even less happy about practically being threatened by the president of the club that he would never be able to leave.  The project that they tried to sell him was all a lie, leaving him consumed by frustration. 

Paris was his home, his people, and his beloved city, and he never desired to depart its embrace. But his relentless ambition gnawed at his conscience, whispering that remaining stagnant would be a betrayal to the dreams of the little boy from Bondy who yearned to conquer all. The time had come to draw a line in the sand; he had reached his breaking point. Enough was enough.

As he lay sprawled on the couch, his gaze fixed upon the sprawling Paris skyline, an overwhelming headache descended upon him. It felt as though the weight of the entire world rested squarely upon his shoulders. The relentless media scrutiny only exacerbated his turmoil, incessantly hurling names at him and peddling baseless stories about his character (as if they even knew him), and practically harassing him on social media. 

He was just so tired.

The young French captain longed for your presence by his side, but fate had conspired against him as you were working until 6 pm that day. Gazing at his iPhone, he saw that it was merely 5:30 pm, and a sense of dejection washed over him. With a heavy heart, he decided to text you, hoping that he could somehow persuade you to leave early.

Kylian: bébé can u leave early?

Kylian: tu me manques 🙁  (I miss you)

You: aww mon bébé 🙁  (aww my baby)

You: ouvre la porte je suis là 😘 (open the door, I'm here)

Surprised and filled with a glimmer of hope, he swiftly rose from the couch, his anticipation mirrored by the chime of the doorbell. A small smile spread on his fatigued face, as he felt a fraction of the weight burdening his shoulders dissipate. 

Opening the door, he felt a sense of relief surge through his body as he saw your smiling face. 

"Surprise, Kyky," you said, winking at him. Kylian didn't know what had come over him, but he felt his eyes welling up with tears as he pulled you inside, enveloping himself around you as he kicked the door closed. His heart weighed heavy, and he struggled to control his sobs, burying his face in your hair.

Surprised, you wrapped your arms around him, gently stroking the back of his head. "Mon bébé, what happened? Are you okay? Talk to me, mon cœur."

Hearing your voice only intensified his tears. He yearned to share his innermost thoughts, to unburden his soul, but he found himself unable to articulate the complexities of his emotions. The past few days had been gruelling for him. People knew him as a confident, self-assured individual, seemingly impervious to the world's judgments. He felt they took advantage of that side of him and perhaps his confidence enraged them. He felt that it was unfair that they used that to vilify him at every given opportunity. This time the footballer just couldn’t take it anymore, he had reached his breaking point.

You were filled with worry. Never before had you witnessed Kylian break down in such a way. Even after the heart-wrenching moments of missing a penalty at the Euro or losing the World Cup in Qatar, his composure had remained intact. However, the recent news of his decision not to renew with PSG had evidently struck a nerve far deeper than anticipated. You knew people wouldn’t take it kindly but you didn’t think it was going to be this bad. 

"Shh, allez mon amour. Ça va bien aller. I'm here for you," you attempted to console him. Gently pulling back, you held his face between your hands.

The sight that greeted you shattered your heart into a million pieces. Kylian's face was flushed, his cheeks stained with tears. Seeing him in such anguish brought tears to your own eyes. "Ky...," you started, softly wiping away his tears with your thumbs. Shaking his head, Kylian pressed his forehead against yours.

"I can't do this anymore, bébé. Je suis tanné, putain," he cried, gripping your hips tightly, seeking solace and grounding himself in your presence.

"Je sais, mon cœur, je sais," you consoled him, gently guiding him to the couch as he lay down, his head buried in your lap. You caressed his head, your other hand soothingly rubbing his back, placing tender kisses upon his head as you whispered words of comfort.

Gradually, Kylian's sobs subsided, and he lifted his head from your stomach, wiping away his tears as you used a tissue to dab at his runny nose. "Let me get you some water, Ky," you attempted to rise, but Kylian shook his head. "Non, stay please... I just want you to hold me."

"Okay, bébé. Anything you want," you said, placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead. "But please, talk to me, Ky."

Kylian was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, uncertain of where to begin. His emotions and feelings tangled within him, threatening to overwhelm him. It took him a few moments to gather his thoughts.

"I don't know what to do anymore," he whispered, his voice laced with vulnerability. "It feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. Everyone has a fuckin’ opinion about everything I do. If I stay at PSG, I'm a fuckin’ loser who's ruining his career by staying in a farmer's league. If I leave, I'm a traitor who doesn't care about the club, only about money. I can't catch a break, bébé. No matter what I do, I'm always the bad guy, always painted as the fuckin’ villain in whatever fairytale they cook up every week. I feel suffocated, and on top of it all, I feel like a complete piece of shit for dumping all my feelings on you. I've been a shitty fiancé."

“Mon amour, don't say that. You are not a shitty fiancée and I want you to know that I love you so much. Secondly, I want you to talk about your feelings with me because that's what I'm here for. We're in this together bébé. We're a team, and I’ll always be here for you whenever you need me. As for the media, those assholes are just jealous because you’re this confident young man who’s so incredibly talented. They could never hold a candle to you, mon amour. Besides,  most of them are just a bunch of racist fucks.”

“I feel like no matter what I chose, people will still make me out to be a bad guy.”

"Bébé, you can't control that. At the end of the day, you have to make the best decision for yourself, and I'll be right by your side through it all."

You gently caressed his cheek, trying to smooth the lines of worry etched upon his forehead.

"Are you sure, bébé? I just..."

"Kylian, mon amour, mon cœur, ma vie. You mean the world to me. Your dreams are my dreams, and your happiness is my happiness. Wherever you decide to go, I'll be right there beside you, every step of the way."

Gazing into your eyes, Kylian's heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude. These past few years, sharing his life with someone as extraordinary as you had transformed him into the luckiest man to walk the earth. With every beat of his heart, he recognized that you were not just a partner, but the missing piece that completed his very being—the woman he had always yearned for in his wildest dreams.

In an instant, he surrendered to the intensity of his emotions, his hand instinctively finding the curve of your neck. With a gentle yet possessive grip, he drew you closer, erasing the space between your bodies. Their warmth melded, and the world around them faded into insignificance as their lips collided in a moment of fiery passion.

Time seemed to stand still as their mouths moved in a fervent dance, their souls entwining amidst the raw fervor of their connection. It was a kiss that transcended words, conveying depths of love that mere language could never capture. In that single act, Kylian poured his heart and soul into the embrace, a testament to the profound love and desire he held for you.

The taste of his lips, the electric touch of his hands, and the fusion of their breaths ignited a blazing fire within both of them. Each kiss carried an unspoken promise—a vow of unwavering devotion, a pledge to traverse any obstacle that lay in their path. In that fleeting moment, the world existed solely for the two of them, bound by an unbreakable bond that defied all logic and reason.

As you broke apart, your noses nuzzled together. "But, you know, now that you've decided to leave once your contract ends, maybe choose a city with better weather, oui? I absolutely refuse to have our future babies be born in a cold, rainy place."

A soft chuckle escaped Kylian's lips, blending relief with joy. "I was only joking, bébé. I'm not actually going to Manchester United or Liverpool. Don't worry your pretty little head, princesse."

"You better have been joking because there's no way you're dragging me to a whole new country and knocking me up in the frigid cold.”

“Oh, please. You love it when I do you raw, princesse.”

“ Oh yeah? I'll fly right back and give birth to your child in Marseille,” you retorted, cheeks turning red.

"Take that back, bébé. You're not allowed to say that. No child of mine is going to be a Marseillais."

Laughter filled the air, a melody of hope and love. In that moment, you both knew that no matter the challenges ahead, your bond with Kylian was unbreakable. Together, you would face the uncertainties of life, drawing strength from the unwavering support and affection you shared.

As the night progressed, you held each other close, finding solace in the arms of the one who mattered most. And in that embrace, you both understood that regardless of where fate led the brilliant Kylian Mbappé, love would be your guiding light through the storm, ensuring that the journey ahead brimmed with hope, adventure, and an unyielding bond that would endure forever.

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Hair and There || Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Genre: Dad!Kylian, fluff

You wake up to the soft rays of the morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. Nestled beside you, your husband, Kylian Mbappé, sleeps soundly, his peaceful expression reminding you of just how lucky you are to share your life with him. As you carefully slip out of bed, you're determined not to wake him, for it's a school morning, and your daughter needs your attention.

With a gentle kiss on Kylian's forehead, you tiptoe out of the room, making your way to your daughter's bedroom. There, she's already awake, her big brown eyes filled with excitement and a hint of sleepiness. Her school uniform is laid out neatly on the bed, ready for her to put on. You smile at her and start helping her get dressed for the day.

As you button up her blouse and tie her shoes, she looks up at you with a hopeful expression. "Mommy, can you do my hair in space buns today, please?" You nod with a loving smile, always eager to make her mornings special. "Of course, sweetheart." You grab her hairbrush and a spray bottle filled with water before leading her to the bathroom.

As you spray her hair, Kylian appears in the bathroom doorway, rubbing his eyes, still halfway between dreamland and reality. He's shirtless, and you can't help but admire how handsome he looks even with sleep in his eyes.

"What's going on here, ladies?" he asks, his voice still heavy with sleep. You chuckle softly. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Care to join us?"

Kylian yawns and stretches, his tall frame dominating the doorway. "Sure thing. I'd love to help." He walks over to stand beside you and your daughter.

You hand him one of the hairbrushes, and together, you and Kylian begin the gentle process of brushing your daughter's hair, detangling any knots. She sits patiently, enjoying the attention from both of her parents. It's moments like these that make your family feel even closerr.

After her hair is smooth and manageable, Kylian takes one section while you take the other, and you both begin the delicate task of creating two perfect buns. Your daughter watches with fascination as her hair transforms under your skilled hands. Kylian, despite his initial sleepiness, is surprisingly adept at this, his fingers nimble and gentle.

As you secure the second bun, your daughter looks at herself in the mirror, her face lighting up with joy. "Thank you, Mommy and Daddy! My hair looks beautiful." "You're welcome, sweetie," he says, planting a loving kiss on her cheek.

With her hair ready and her uniform on, your daughter is all set for school. You and Kylian exchange a glance, a silent understanding passing between you.

As you escort your daughter to the kitchen for breakfast, you can't help but feel grateful for the life you've built together. Kylian, is not just your husband but also an amazing father. Your mornings might be filled with school routines, but they are also filled with love, laughter, and the simple joys of family life.

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