#kylian x black! oc

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𝐏𝐎𝐕 | k. mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where advices from close people lead to the final reunion between two lovers who are already destined in the stars to be together

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 7.5k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — pov [ariana grande]

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — we've finally made it. after this chapter the revenge era officially begins mixed with a lot of kylian and amara. i can't wait to start writing the next chapter but those will vary sometimes in format and style

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mama always knew best — amara doesn’t think she had ever heard truer words. 

somehow the minute taraji imani had entered the parisian apartment, she sensed the change on her daughter. it started with the apartment where between the smell of cinnamon and vanilla, she also picked up faints of a manly perfume. the hoodie that was thrown over the white couch was her next clue because she instantly remarked that it did not belong to her daughter. she wasn’t saying this in a way of proving she was very controlling but instead the size of the hoodie made it clear that it was not amara’s.

the biggest clue though was her daughter herself. the moment the door had been opened and she had faced amara, she could see that something was different. the last time amara had seen her parents, it had been with tears rolling down her face, dull, swollen eyes from all the crying and forced smiles — a clear contrast to what taraji had been met with now. amara had a soft smile on her face when she had let her mother enter the apartment, no sign of any tear or make-up to, perhaps even cover eye rings or any swelling. 

taraji’s eyes travelled over the apartment since it was her first time she had visited her daughter in paris. the apartment itself was beautiful, she had to admit. the beige decor along with the simplistic and modern decor gave the apartment a feel of comfort that spread the minute one stepped in. 

“you cannot tell me that you did this yourself,” she exclaimed, a sharp look of scepticism sent into amara’s direction. 

“mama, i did this all by myself with some help of liyah and grace when they weren’t busy.” she explained, smiling cheekily.

“well, it looks good. i’m proud of you.” her mother replied, sitting down on the couch. amara took place on the small armchair opposed to her, grabbing her phone, pen and song-notebook. “so tell me now, what have you been planning? the last time we spoke, you told me you had a project going.”

taraji noticed the change even more when a sudden excited expression appeared on her daughter’s face just at the mention of the planned project.

“i am working on some songs. i’m ready to go back into the spotlight again, i had my time and rest but like you said. i need healing from all this. ma ị mara m, usoro ọgwụgwọ m gụnyere ide abụ na hapụ mmetụta m.” — and you know me, my healing process consists of writing songs and release my feelings

“is that why you’re glowing so positively and shining?” her mother exclaimed, eyes sparkling with delight. it warmed her heart to see her daughter so alive and spirited again, remembering the way she had looked like the last time. a walking corpse. now she was spreading life and vividness.

amara tried to hide her smile, managing to chuckle at least. “what exactly are you taking about?” she questioned her mother confusingly. 

"elela m anya otú ahụ. enwere m ike ịhụ mgbanwe nke ọma." — don't look at me like that. i can clearly see a change

the laugh that escaped amara’s laugh was enough to prove her mother’s statement. taraji had no idea of the feeling of joy that surged in her heart. 

amara waved dismissively. “let’s just say, paris has been good to me and allowed me to make the significant changes that were necessary. and it also gave me inspiration.”

her mother’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. she watched as amara scribbled down in her notebook, face scrunching up in concentration as she wrote down some words. she was also able to see the sparkle that had been lit again — the very thing that had helped her become herself. 

“i am just glad that this Phase with evan is over. i never really liked that guy.” she muttered under her breath, her distaste and disgust clear in her voice. 

“should’ve listened to you,” she replied nonchalantly, shrugging. “i finally saw his true colours, just sad that it took me nearly two years.”

“weren’t you friends with the new girl he’s dating?”

“kaia gerber?” she inquired, arching an eyebrow. “nope. we met once, at a fashion show and talked but we weren’t friends. i’m happy she’s dating him, maybe two nepo babies will cancel each other out.”

she put her notebook down and stood up, walking towards the kitchen. “i made chocolate cake knowing you love it so much. do want a piece now or later?”

“is it with chocolate pieces?” her mother asked to which amara nodded, “then yes please, a piece would be nice, ada.”

she entered the kitchen, coming out a few minutes later with two pieces of homemade chocolate cake. as she sat down, the vibration of her phone made her look up, especially because it was the one she had programmed to ring when kylian texted her. 

just at the thought of him, a smile plastered on her face which did not go unnoticed by taraji. her smile widened even more as she read the french’s strikers message, grinning widely. 

“so this is why you’re so happy lately i assume?” her mother inquired, smirking slyly at her daughter. 

as if she was caught at a crime scene, amara rapidly put down her phone, staring at her mother.  “amaghị m ihe ị na-ekwu” — i do not know what you’re talking about

“ị chere na a mụrụ m ụnyaahụ?” she retorted incredulously at amara’s attempt to lie. “m na-amụkwa ọnụ ọchị otú ahụ n'ihi nna gị” — do you think I was born yesterday? — i used to smile like that because of your father

amara rolled her eyes, still grinning. “i will admit that there is someone but i can guarantee you there is nothing going on between us. we’re taking it slow.”

“taking it slow?” taraji asked, arching an eyebrow. 

“yes. mainly because i am not ready to move forward yet with all this drama going around.”

her mother's eyes softened, filled with both empathy and relief. “it is already a step forward that you know your feelings about yourself. but sweetheart, if you like him, go for him. love doesn’t mean marriage directly. you have time, ada to work things out. if he is able to instantly make you smile like that, he must be someone important.”

“i do feel a lot for him but i don’t want to rush into anything. but i like him. a lot. probably the best thing in paris.” she confessed, smiling shyly. 

seeing amara like that made taraji’s heart warm. her daughter was truly in love, even a blind man could see that. the shy smiles were all that the nigerian mother needed to realize that her daughter was in deep. 

the two had always been close. even though amara had a special bond with her father, created through watching football and formula 1 together, her mother had always stayed her best friend. especially because taraji had been so young when she had had amara. no one knew her better than her mother, was able to read her like her mother. she would always stay her favourite person. 

“i am so proud of you. you deserve someone who cherishes you and respects you. who doesn’t put you first but lets you stay there... and i have a feeling this one might be the one for you.” taraji added when she saw amara grin at her phone again. 

“i hope he’s the one too.” she muttered, losing herself in her notebook and thoughts as she listened to her mother. 

she wasn’t as productive with the impending album as she had hoped with her mother visiting but she was still determined to finish the songs and at least have some work done that she could be proud of at the end of the day. 

on the other side, kylian wasn’t any better. while usually his mind was focused clearly on correcting his mistakes from their latest match and getting better, this time all his thoughts circled around amara. stretching his arms, the french striker walked out the changing rooms, rejoining his team mates on the field. he was still smiling when he joined the group of his teammates that were wearing orange tees, his mind still thinking about the conversation he just had with amara. and it didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates. 

“oh kylian,” presnel called him, ripping him out of his thoughts. “what’s got you smiling like that?” he questioned his friend, the others all looking at him expectantly. 

startled, kylian turned to his teammate, grinning from ear to ear. “nothing. arrête de t’imaginer des choses.” he replied playfully, shrugging off their curiosity. — stop imagining things

“ca fait quand même longtemps qu’on t’a plus vu comme ça.” presnel pressed on the top. he playfully put an arm on kylian’s shoulder, “come on, you can tell tonton presko everything.” — but it’s been some time that we haven’t seen you like this

kylian laughed, shrugging his teammate’s arm off and grabbed a ball, starting with the exercises they were ordered to do.

however he couldn’t escape everyone. he had been able to dodge presnel, marco and hakimi but neymar wouldn’t make it that easy for him. the brazilian star found his opportunity to lead his own interrogation during a pair exercise, where he immediately partnered with kylian. a mischievous sparkle in his eye, he asked his friend, “so… now wanna tell me what made you smile like that?”

“i already told presnel that there —“ 

he instantly cut him off, raising his eyebrow in scepticism. “cut the bullshit kyky. maybe you can lie to them but you can’t lie to me. so tell me the reason for your constant good mood.”

catching neymar’s gaze, he knew he was right so kylian decided that confiding into one person wouldn’t hurt much. “well, there is someone but we’re only friends.” he confessed, adding the last part quickly when he saw neymar’s smirk. 

“just friends?” he inquired. 

“yes, for the moment we’re just friends. but even if i wanted something more, i already told her i would wait till she was ready for more.” he revealed in hushed tones. “but don’t you dare tell a soul or i’ll sell you,” kylian threatened him jokingly, referring to the rumour that had been going on where he had apparently had the intention of selling his best friend. 

rolling his eyes, he brazilian nr. 10 replied dismissively. “don’t worry about that bro. i got your back. now tell me more and why did you promise her, you’d wait.”

kylian sighed, passing him the ball lightly to at least act as if they were doing some work. “we’ve known each other now for a few months but whenever we go one step forward, she somehow takes three steps back the next time. and i have nothing against waiting but i just want to know where we truly stand. the mixed signals are confusing me.” he revealed, in addition to his confession that her presence was the best thing in those past months. 

“is she some kind of virgin and this is her first relationship or what do you mean by steps forward?” neymar asked him after having listened intently. 

he shook his hand, a sharp glare sent into his friend’s direction. “she just came from a relationship that, let’s say, did not end so good. in fact, it was terrible and she is still fixing some things but also the fact that she’s very insecure now. it kind of makes all this complicated.” 

“in that case, what you need to do is talk to her. how often do you speak or see her?”

“three to four times a week but we text each other nearly everyday except when she’s busy.”

“there you have it. text her and talk to her about it. not that you want to move forward but that you want to know where you stand. but still, you’ll have to give her time and not rush her if you’re saying that she’s still so fragile.” he advised, patting him on the back. “has she already opened up?” kylian nodded, making a grin appear on his friend’s face. “there you have it. she’s ready for a step forward and maybe a relationship with you. just let time do it’s thing.”

keeping neymar’s advice in mind, kylian focused again on training, finishing the exercises they told to do. he was grateful for the advice he had been giving, realizing that pressuring her wouldn’t help either. he would’ve asked her earlier how exactly things stood between them but she had practically refused to see him yesterday, knowing they had come back late from their away match. but he had to see her today. 

after finishing his shower and getting dressed, the french striker grabbed his phone, impatient to call her. he changed his mind though, deciding to text her instead of calling as he still wanted to keep amara to himself. he wasn’t ready to share her with his world yet. 

𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄:

𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍: finished with training can i come over?

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀:  yeah pls actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to but forgot

𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍:  of course how could i forget that amara imani is a busy woman

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀: don’t make me block you anyway i have a surprise for u so you should definitely come

𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍:  on my way

a wide smile formed on his lips as he read her message. he grabbed his back and bid his friends goodbye, not missing the wink neymar had sent him as he made his way over to amara. the woman that would be the death of him. but if he died, he'd at least die a happy man.

a feeling of deep comfort spread through the room when amara lit some cinnamon candles and placed them on the coffee table in front of her. the talk with her mother felt good, the feeling of having someone who always supported her. words couldn’t describe her luck. she sat down on the couch, enjoying her moment of comfort and peace. 

from the kitchen out, she was able to smell the chocolate cake and apple tart she had just baked. the latter had been for kylian who had just come back from an away match and had been a bit displeased and moody at the fact that amara couldn’t come see him. of course he had understood, knowing in which situation the singer found herself in but still he could not get himself to not be a bit disappointed about her lack of presence. text messages and calls could only replace that much. so amara had thought of surprising him with his favorite cake, not knowing that she would be the one to be surprised. 

sitting comfortably on the couch, she grabbed her phone, checking for any unread messages or missed calls. she had already finished talking with grace about her upcoming album. truthfully, in the beginning the idea had been to just release some songs but the more time she had spent with kylian the more inspiration she had gotten. in the end, she found herself with enough songs to make a whole album and after a lot of insisting from grace, who had also called liyah as back-up, amara had surrendered and agreed to make an album. now it was just a question of who would be on it and who wouldn’t. 

she pulled her legs close while closing the messenger app and opening a book she had recently started. her self-ordered quarantine had given her lots of time and she was bent on using it for things she hadn’t had much time for. next to painting and songwriting, reading was definitely on the list and she planned on making it her hobby again. indulging in the quiet and solitude she was experiencing currently, she made herself comfortable on the couch and rapidly started to read her book from the spot she had stopped the last time. 

she had lost track of time when the locks on the door turned and kylian entered the apartment, his sports bag hanging loosely on his shoulder. dressed in a white t-shirt, that practically made his ab lines visible for everyone and a pair of blue loose jeans, amara had difficulties to draw her eyes from his stomach. what stood out most though was the thing he was holding in his right hand, which he had pulled behind his back to hide whatever he had in hand. he put her house keys on the hooks, aligned at the wall before he finally entered the living room, where she was waiting patiently for him. 

immediately at the sight of her, his lips formed a curve, the two small dips making their appearance again and filling amara’s stomach with butterflies. “hey ky,” amara greeted him. standing up to hug the french striker, she pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, inhaling the scent she had grown so used to having around her. 

“salut ma belle,” he mumbled into her hair, pulling her closer. at the sound of her nickname, feelings of excitement rushed through her, still getting flustered whenever kylian used that name for her. originally, his nickname had firstly been ‘mara’ since her short name didn’t leave much creativity for nicknames but he had once called her ma belle and amara had had a shock reaction, spilling her drink on him. of course this had been so funny to him he had given her the name again and it had stuck much to her dismay. -- hello, my beautiful

“congratulations for the win,” she exclaimed happily. even though she hadn’t been at the match, she had watched it from her couch, cheering loudly when paris scored. “your goal was beautiful. i probably woke the neighbours with my screams.”

he laughed at her confession, knowing exactly what she must have looked like. after all, he had watched a liverpool game once with her and she had probably broken his eardrums whenever the reds had scored. “thanks. it’s a shame that my biggest supporter couldn’t come to see the goals live.”

amara rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what he was hinting at. “kylian, i already explained to you why i wasn’t able to come,” she objected, her voice still bright, “but i have a surprise for you.”

she turned, ready to go into the kitchen to get his cake but he grabbed her hand to stop her. looking at him with a confused expression, she watched as kylian held up his hand and then pulled out his right hand from his back, a huge bouquet of flowers appearing in his hand. the rose and white flowers were clearly a contrast to him but amara had never seen anything more beautiful than this. 

the confused expression was immediately exchanged, replaced by a soft one and made a smile appear on her face; a genuine one that only happened to come out when kylian was there. 

“omg, you didn’t have to,” amara gushed, happiness clear in her face. she happily accepted the bouquet of pink peonies and white lilies, a huge smile spreading on her face when she leaned down and smelled the scent of the flowers. “these are so beautiful.” 

“je savais que tu devrais les adorer.” he replied, matching amara’s enthusiasm. just seeing the way she smiled and was genuinely happy was able to put a smile on his face. but he also wondered what her relationship with evan must have truly been like if she was this happy for something that should be self-evident in a relationship. — i knew you’d love them

he probably would never know that this was the first time she had ever received flowers because someone had genuinely meant to get her some. amara always had to force evan to buy her some flowers and even then it had only been on valentines day as he deemed flowers as unnecessary. it was a shock for her that someone thought of her as important to bring her flowers. 

she delicately affirmed her grip around the bouquet, her eyes already looking for a spot where she could put the flowers and see them immediately. “where did you even get them?”

he waved dismissively. “i passed a flower shop on the way to you and saw them in the shop window. they reminded me of you so i had to get them.” he admitted, and again amara was glad, her skin colour made it impossible for her to blush. 

“why are you so perfect?” she asked rhetorically. grinning at him. “now my surprise is nothing compared to yours.” 

“anything you do is perfect in my eyes.” kylian assured her, lovestruck expression clear. “come on, tell me, what did you prepare?”

with a playful glint in her eyes, she grabbed his hand and led him to the kitchen. “close your eyes,” she ordered him, excitement clear in her voice. he did as ordered, his face scrunching up when he heard the sound of the refrigerator open and close and metal, whose sound resembles a lot to the one of a knife.  “you can open them now.”

kylian’s eyes opened and he was instantly faced by a grinning amara, where kylian feared her face would break soon from all the smiling and a cake in her hand, more specifically a pie and not just any pie. the apple pie he had seen once on tv at her apartment and had told amara, he would die to eat one. immediately, his confused expression changed, joining amara on her happy one. 

“you actually made me apple pie?”

she nodded happily, holding out a fork. “i tried my best to make it like the one on tv but i can’t guarantee anything.”

“now it’s my turn to say, you didn’t have to.” he replied, grinning. he took a bite of the cake, his senses exploding when the taste reached his tongue. originally, he hadn’t even liked the cake that much, he had just wanted to eat apple cake at that moment but now whatever he had seen on tv, it would never match hers. screw that, he would never ever eat another apple cake again if it wasn’t hers. 

amara shrugged dismissively. “you brought me my favorite wine and flowers and so many other things. consider this as something from me.”

again, kylian felt this unclear signal from her. what did she feel for him? was she ready to take this step forward or would they forever stay in this situation, this fine line between friendship and love. a line so thin, even kylian wasn’t able to differentiate between their friendship and feelings. he recalled his conversation with neymar, knowing that he couldn’t avoid talking to her about his feelings. 

“amara, you need to tell me where we stand.” he began. “you know i would wait for the world but i need to know where we stand. this is clearly not a friendship anymore but what exactly are we? where exactly are we moving?”

her heart fell as she listened to kylian. it had never been her intention to make him feel like that, she had thought it was clear that she wasn’t ready but still loved him. and yet, here he stood, asking after a clear statement from her because he was getting confused. 

would she tell him to continue to wait? continue to hide behind her fears and insecurities — if anything she should have learned by now that she didn’t have to be afraid of anything with kylian. maybe her mind still had some difficulties at accepting that kylian would not be like Evan but her heart certainly had not. 

since that night where they had talked for hours in the bathroom, it was clear that her heart beat for him. that he had somehow broken the shell of grief around it and had replaced it with a coat of fire. his fire, that protected her heart. 

truthfully, what was she waiting for, amara asked herself. grace, liyah, even her mother had advised her that men like him only came once in a lifetime. that she shouldn’t string him along. she recalled her mother’s word, “if you like him, go for him. love doesn’t mean marriage directly. you have time, ada.” — she was done hiding behind an invisible wall that had already too many cracks, 

she walked slowly towards him, kylian still looking at her with an expectant expression and grabbed his hands slowly, intertwining them which seemed to have taken him by surprise. 

“kylian,” amara whispered softly, her voice sounding faintly through the room. her eyes looked through his, losing themselves immediately in his dark brown irises, that could read amara better than herself sometimes. “i’m ready. i wanna take a path forward.” she told him under her breath, the distance between their faces lessening with every word she spoke. “but only if you want me.” 

time held still as the two lovers stared into each other’s eyes, losing themselves quickly in them and drawing out their surroundings. all that mattered, was the other. he had waited for this moment, patiently counted the time that she would need to heal. and he had been ready to wait even more after his talk with neymar. but nonetheless, he didn’t need to be asked twice to answer her question. 

his hand grabbed her face delicately, one hand on each cheek and he leaned down towards her face, close enough to her amara’s heartbeat quickening. his eyes wandered down from her brown, honey like eyes to her lips, his ears catching amara’s shaky yet composed breath. was he about to make a mistake? maybe. was it all worth it because he finally had the girl he loved? definitely. he knew that the moment, amara had moved her hands to his neck, to crane it and pull it down a bit because of their height difference, he just had to kiss her. 

and so he did. his lips briefly hovered over hers before he finally pressed his lips on hers. it was a soft kiss but full of tenderness, love and care that had built up during the growth of their relationship. her mind went blank at the sensations, hundred different thoughts and feelings rushing through her body. whatever she had felt the first time he had kissed her, even though it had only been on the cheek was intensified by ten.

kylian indulged in amara’s scent; the scent of vanilla filled his nose and the taste of cherry chapstick and chocolate drove his mind crazy. it was a hundred times better than all his imaginations he had had of this moment. her lips were soft, pillow-like — perfectly made for his. 

“this is better than last time,” amara whispered between their lips, breathing heavily. 

“je t’avais promis une expérience inoubliable,” kylian replied, his hot breath sending tingles through her body. — i did promise you an unforgettable experience 

amara wrapped her hand around his neck tighter, placing her lips on his again. the amount of happy hormones that rushed through her body, made her close her eyes in satisfaction and adrenaline rushed through her entire body. the gentle kiss soon turned into a kiss full of passion and desire, their feelings of love and care exploding. all the thoughts they had held back, feelings they hadn’t shared were coming out and were added to their kiss. 

another set of minutes passed before the two lovers finally detached from each other. both took heavy breaths, still startled from their heavy kissing seance. amara still felt her body vibrating, tingles still rushing through her. and it was the same for kylian, who also hadn’t been left unbothered from the kiss. they looked at each other, sharing a glance before bursting out in giggles. 

“this was…” amara began first, trailing off to find a matching word that was worthy enough to describe what had just happened. “amazing. more than that.”

“this was just a foretaste,” kylian retorted, a smirk dancing on his lips, “there’s much more.” 

intrigued, she crossed her arms. “really? then tell me, monsieur mbappé, what else is included in your dating package?”

“where do i even begin? let me just say that being with me is like winning the lottery. firstly, we have tons of kisses, whenever you want,” he began, pressing another soft kiss on her lips slyly, “then we have cuddles and guaranteed spooning.” he added, amusement becoming clear on amara’s face. “not to forget the shared clothes. with me, you also get a life supply of hoodies and sweatshirts along with psg tickets to every game—

“i’ll remind you that i’m a proud red,” she cut in, laughing. 

“nevermind that, you’ll also get natural attention and unpredictable dating nights. there won’t be a week where you won’t see this beauty of a face. and let’s not forget the free massages and meals that comes with me.” he went on. 

she looked at him sceptically. “i do not know if i ever want you in my kitchen again.”

his expression changed to shock as he put a hand on his hand, faking his offence. “i can’t believe you’re still holding me to that after i cooked that delicious meal for you the last time. and that just because i burned pasta and popcorn once.”

she waved dismissively. “you’re saying that as if you didn’t nearly put my kitchen on fire. but what else can i expect?”

“also you’ll be able to profit from this beautiful greek god of a body— and don’t look at me like that, i heard you say this about me on the ph9ne,” he added quickly when he saw amara open her mouth. she closed it quickly, thanking any higher power again that she was blessed with the inability to blush. “but let’s be honest, these abs are a true gift. now you won’t have to be embarrassed again when you’re caught staring at them.”

he watched as she put a hand on her forehead, facepalming, making him immediately laugh. 

“but,” he trailed off, holding a finger up. “i haven’t even got to the best part. no boredom. you’ll never get bored with me. tu ne vas même plus connaître le mot l’ennui. we’ll have impromptu dance parties in the kitchen and we can continue our tradition of watching shitty 2000s rom-coms. believe me, it’ll be a blast.” — you won’t even know the word boredom anymore

“you said two,” amara commented, her cheeks starting to hurt from all the smiling. “what’s the other best advantage?”

he walked closer to her, mischievous glint in her eyes. “the last advantage,” kylian began, positioning himself behind amara and putting his arms under hers. “endless tickling.” he stated, launching a sneaky attack of tickles on her sides. he began at her sides, tickling her everywhere on her hips and stomach. she let out a scream, surprised by his sudden attack replacing it quickly with a happy expression. 

the air filled with joyous sounds and laughs as amara tried to escape his hands, squirming and shaking. in the end she managed to squirm enough against kylian’s muscular body, making the two lose their balance and fall onto the sofa where amara used the small moment of shock from kylian to escape from his hands. 

breathlessly, she turned to look at the french striker. “c'était nécessaire?” she demanded, hand over her chest to calm herself down and slow down her heartbeat. — was this necessary 

kylian flashed her a smile, teeth shining brightly. “it’s part of dating me.” he replied cheekily.

“how the heck were you single when we met?” amara asked dumbfounded. “i wish evan would have done half of that for me.”

“let’s never talk of that asshole again, shall we? you’ll get the true experiment of love now. my mother did not raise an idiot when it comes to women.”

she nodded, snuggling closer to him to be able to lean her head on his shoulder. “so… what are we then if we’re talking about the experience of dating you?” amara asked him, as she traced the visible lines of his abs through his shirt. 

he shrugged, not truly knowing how to answer her. he didn’t know what exactly she wanted them to be. what did she want to hear? “i don’t know. you know what i want.” he told her, turning to face her. “je veux t’aimer,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss on her temple, “i want to call you mine,” another kiss, this time just a bit above her earlobe. “je veux être la personne à qui appartient ton cœur.” a soft giggle escaped her lips as kylian held up their intertwined hands and pressed a delicate kiss on the back of her hand. — i want to love you

amara chuckled, snuggling even closer into his chest. the warmth of his body spread immediately to hers, creating a deeper sense of comfort. “i want the same.” she replied softly, playing with the hem of his shirt with her free hand. “but i’m gonna be truthful and admit that i’m a bit scared,” she confessed, “and i love you and love is about compromise and making efforts to meet the other. we’re in this together. i kept you waiting long enough.”

“you’ll never have to be scared with me. we’re taking one step at the time.” he stated, his gentle voice extending the comfort, “for now, we’re just dating. seeing where the wind takes us going with time. we don’t have to rush, we have all the time of the world.”

she nodded, happy and satisfied with his response. he understood her reluctance and didn’t pressure her, he was happy to go slow despite being clear about his intentions and knowing she was just insecure with the whole dating scene, especially dating another public person. 

she detached herself from his embrace, and leaned forward to grab the plate with the chocolate cake she had made. the apple tart had been finished quickly and the two had then taken on the chocolate cake, eating the remains of what was left from her afternoon with her mother. with her free hand, she lifted kylian’s arms again, pulling it over her chest again to feel his warmth. his hand travelled down to her waist, resting there to pull her closer if he needed to. 

“i should have made more,” amara muttered under her breath, watching kylian eat the chocolate cake like it would be the last cake of his life. she reached forward, wanting to grab a piece but her hand was swiftly removed by kylian, nudging it lightly to signify her to back up. “hey, i made this cake.”

“but you already had some while i was away. soit gentil,” he stated before taking another bite of the cake. 

she pointed her finger at him. faking an expression of anger, “i’ll have you know that you ate a whole apple tart against your nutrition trainer’s introductions. at least cut him some slack and h9ld back for the chocolate. i could use some.”

“if you want it so badly…,” he trailed off at the end of his sentence, taking a small piece and bringing it slowly to her mouth. but seconds before she could finally taste the heaven of chocolate she had baked, he intentionally failed her mouth, leading to her having a small spot of chocolate next to her lip. 

“je te jure,” she swore under her breath, grabbing the piece of cake by herself and eating it, not without showering kylian in cold stares and glares. the french striker though had an amused expression on his face, that grew even wider when he saw her sour one. — I swear

“let me remove it,” he said to her, fighting an impending laugh flash. he placed his finger on her cheek to brush away the chocolate he had smeared on her face and then all of sudden leaned forward, stealing a soft kiss which made amara shriek out of shock. 

“kylian!” amara exclaimed amusingly, not even needing to look at the star footballer to know that he was grinning. probably like an idiot, amara thought

his grin spread wider, smiling from ear to ear as he shrugged. “couldn’t help it.”

she rolled her eyes, smirking at him. “si tu voulais m’embrasser, t’auras just à me demander.” — if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask

“amara, may i kiss you?” he retorted exasperatedly, holding onto her hand. she nodded, a cheeky expression appearing on her face and smiled when kylian placed his lips on hers again. 

she found it funny the way he was just as addicted as her. once they had gotten a taste of what it felt like to kiss each other, they didn’t want to stop. they wanted to indulge into that feeling of wonder and desire, never let go of it again. 

“i could kiss you for hours,” kylian whispered against her lips, making a giggle escape amara’s lips. 

“i feel the same but let’s not be the kind of person who only know each other's lips. we’re not gonna be those couples who are constantly making out with each other.”

kylian shrugged, “i mean we could,” he began but shrunk down once he saw amara’s eyebrow raise, “but yeah, on n’est pas comme ça.” — we’re not like that

pleased with his answer, amara placed the dirty dish out of her lap to be able to move into a more comfortable position. she laid her face on his chest, continuing to trace his ab lines as he played with a few of her loose curls that weren’t tied into her ponytail. 

it was calm, the only sound being their heart that pumped in a perfect rhythm. amara cherished moments like this, when it was just the two of them with nothing else going on. 

“so how’s the music going?” he asked quietly, disrupting the silence around them. amara shrugged dismissively, too focused on the lines that were visible though his white shirt. they should forbid some people to wear those, she thought in her head.

“it’s going well. recorded a few song with grace & hudson but not finished yet. and we’re still looking for some collaboration but, you know, with my reputation could become a bit hard.”

“can’t you just call someone, like i don’t know, travis scott and tell him you want him on your song?” he asked innocently, in an ironic tone. 

amara sighed, looking incredulously at him. “can’t you just call a club and tell them you want their player or why do transfers take so long?” she shot back in the same tone. “collaboration may sound easy but they’re not. you pay artists to collaborate with you. i paid a quarter million to have drake on ‘mine’ and even that was only because grace had some negotiations with him. sadly it’s not that easy.” she explained to him patiently. 

nonetheless her annoyance about her situation, she shrugged dismissively. “anyway, i called a good friend of mine and we talked and i send her the song to see if maybe as a favor she would be on it. and now i just wait.”

“well, i still haven’t gotten my song yet. remember, the you promised me so much.” he teased her making her snort. 

“and you’ll have to wait till i finish my project.” she replied in a firm tone, signalling him that she was done with the topic. she found the way he was excited for his song extremely funny — if only he knew that she was currently dedicating a whole album to him instead of just one song. an album that portrayed every single step and moment He between them. 

he groaned, a his lips scrunching together to a pout. “that’s too long. for all i know, you could be finished in a year.” 

“don’t worry, i won’t. that i can promise you. but i just need more time.”

she took his loud breath as acceptance and focused back to her work, not finished with memorising every inch of his body. everything fit now. like this had been the last piece of the puzzle, needed to find what she so desperately longed for. the feeling of true love. 

for kylian, everything still felt a bit surreal. if someone had told him a year ago, that he would be here, kissing and talking with amara imani, who used to be his celebrity crush and still was, he would have deemed that person for crazy. and yet it was reality now. circumstances and luck had brought them together and maybe he wished they had met at a different time, when she wasn’t completely broken and needed to be repaired. sure, things could have gone quicker than but if he was honest, he wouldn’t change their process for anything. he had at first hand experienced the process of building a relationship that was founded on trust and love. why would he ever feel the need to change that?

bringing himself out of his thought, he lightly nudged amara who had closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth kylian gave her. “want me to play some music?” kylian murmured into her ear, amara nodding, a soft “hmm” leaving her lips while her eyes rested shut, not really paying attention to his question.

“sure, as long as it’s not—“ she began tiredly. “i know, i know. no french rap.” he cut her off, aware of her distaste for his music. he hit play on the playlist, amara had created for him, the first notes of finesse by drake sounding out of his phone. 

it had become a habit for them to play music when they were together. a ritual, where one played music and the other enjoyed and the other way around. it helped them focus on each other, ignore the surroundings around except themselves.

“what’s the first step of your project by the way?” kylian asked her curiously in a low tone, careful to not wake her from her slumber-state. 

“stepping back into the public.” she replied nonchalantly, adjusting her head on his chest. “i’m making my comeback.”

“and i’ll support you on every step through it.” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on her hair as she fell asleep. but how could she not? the man she had confessed her feelings for was holding her, without any intention of letting go, he extended a certain sense of comfort and safety amara had never truly felt with evan and he loved her. how could her body not deem him as safe

it was the same for him. even though he hadn’t planned on staying the night, he wouldn’t dare to move even an muscle. the sight of her, sleeping innocently on his chest, was enough to keep him glued to his position for his entire life. if he died right now, he would die a happy man. that was guaranteed. the way her chest lifted calmly in a small rhythm to make clear that she was deep asleep, her soft breaths colliding against his neck — if he could, he would fall all over again for her. she was too perfect for him not too. like said, both added up to each other in the best way possible and it was clear to everyone who saw them, that they wouldn’t find another one like that again. amara finally experienced what she only saw in movies. and it was a million times better. 

nobody had ever loved her like him. but if this was, what it felt like then she would pray to any higher power to keep this feeling — this love. 

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amarastan4ever MOM IS BACK AND SHE IS SLAYING

loveramara SOFT LAUNCHING!! WHO STOLE YOUR HEART QUEEN?

liyah.clark who are those fine ladies in the last picture @graceywood 

graceywood hope they’re single

amyswiftie the fact that she just came back out of nowhere and thought we would ignore the soft launch

imanisupporter maybe it’s evan, he and kaia seem a bit distant lately

user 1 no way that’s evan, i doubt amara would even go near him with a 10 inch stick

imaniaddict and let’s be honest, evan doesnt look like that, muscular arms and hand placement — could never be him

imara_amanistan AND WE HAVE LOST HER AGAIN TO SOME MAN WHO WILL PROBABLY SCREW HER OVER AGAIN

kiaramaiman is this the announcement for new music??

chloe.imani i just know she has a whole book with diss tracks for e*an

imanixswift guys, calm down. the man in the picture is obviously me (i’m in my delulu era)

imanigossip ARE WE ALL SKIPPING THE FACT THAT WE’RE GETTING NEW MUSIC

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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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[silvervioletvalentine]

Spell it out!

Pairing: neymar jr X female OC (Cherrie)

Word count : 8k

Warnings : love sick ney! Asshole players. Fighting/ arguing. Little angst mostly fluff. Oh and terrible google translate. My bad! :))

Cherrie laughed to herself as she waved towards one of her favourite and perhaps only reporters that she could actually stand .

Martin was already waiting for her with his microphone just by the entrance of psg , the cameras already set up and ready for the players arrival. It was a big game today after all.

Dressed in small black Nike shorts and a matching sports bra , she pulled her headphones down from her ears and hung them around her neck instead . Pausing her playlist on her phone as she smiled at Martin who was waiting for her to come over and greet him.

A lot of the players didn't like giving interviews before matches but Cherrie wasn't one of them.

She was well known for talking shit and winding people up , even her own teammates . No amount of media training could make her stop and eventually the team had stopped trying to get her to shut her mouth and instead had just defeatedly asked her not to take it too far.

But what was too far? She had yet to find that line yet. She was only having fun.

Which was why they usually paired her up in front of the cameras , having another player there to change the subject or to physically put their hand over her mouth when she started slagging someone off just because she could . She just couldn't help herself.

It was usually Ramos or kylian they put her with. Not like that had ever stopped her.

It was even worse when they paired her with neymar because he only egged her on. He was just as bad as she was . He laughed at every little snide comment she said and always blurted out whatever insulting thing she had called someone to the press. Throwing her under the bus all the time and always getting her into even more trouble than she was already in.

"Hello. Hello! Done something different with your hair Martin?" She greeted him with a cheeky smile, her bag with her kit in hung loosely over her shoulder .

She was late. She knew she was but luckily for her they had a long warm up today and their coach loved her. She didn't feel like rushing anyways.

Martin rolled his eyes as he ran his hand over his bald head with a huff of amusement . Shaking his head at the young woman's cheek in front of him.

"Yeah. New hair. You like it?" He played along , laughing.

Cherrie hummed as she pretended to think about it . Squirming her eyes at him with glee .

"Nah. I like the old you better. Hair has changed you. Is everybody already here?" She then asked him, leaning her body back to peer down the corridor curiously .

Pulling her water bottle out of her bag and ignoring her assistants impatient looks as she motioned for her to hurry up. She simply looked away and back to Martin who was trying not to laugh.

Instead the man nodded his head with a smile "yes. Neymar arrived just before you. You're the last of the bunch to arrive. Sleep in?" He said knowingly .

No doubt pictures of her at the club last night were making the rounds. She couldn't remember much, which usually meant that she had a good time.

She groaned a little , annoyed that neymar had beat her there .

It was a well known betting game that the others always put on. Both of the players were known for never arriving on time . It was always a game of who's going to arrive first 'neymar or Cherrie?'. She had never won.

But oh well.

"The best always come last. He's gonna rub this into my face though. God.." she sighed , taking a gulp of her water . Still feeling the hangover .

The fact that her trainer wouldn't let her have a plate full of greasy food for breakfast didn't help. Since when did a healthy bagel and avocado ever get rid of a hangover? It was ridiculous .

Martin just grinned "he's back from his injury now. Finally allowed to play. You missed playing with him?" He asked her .

Knowing fully well that the two were like machines when they worked together on the pitch. The unspoken communication they had between them was enough to make anyone envious .

It didn't matter how much Cherrie liked to pretend that his presence was nothing but an annoyance for her , even she could admit that they made a great team. When he stopped bugging her. Something that she didn't think he was actually capable off.

He had made it his mission to get on her nerves since she had first signed with psg nearly two years ago. The first day she had arrived he had been there waiting for her with a large grin on his face and a welcome cake in his hand.

Which then he had went on to shove into her unimpressed face , laughing hysterically when she tried to shove her boot up his ass in return.

He had followed her around whenever he could , always yelling stupid shit at her from across the field to try and make her laugh.

Lionel had told her that it was because he wanted to be her friend , Cherrie thought it was because he was just a pain in the ass .

She almost throttled Lionel when he gave neymar her phone number after weeks of him begging him to give it over . The unexpected calls from him at all hours of the day really didn't help. The fact that he felt free to FaceTime her no matter what he was doing drove her insane .

She had once been at home with her father celebrating his birthday when neymar had FaceTimed her while he was in an ice bath . Only it hasn't been her that had picked up her phone, it had been her father . Who had promptly took one look at the mostly naked man in the bath on her phone and burst into loud laughter .

She was mortified and had to spend hours trying to convince her family that nothing was going on between them. That it was just the insane way that neymar behaved . Neymar laughing and refusing to tell them otherwise didn't help her case at all.

She had sat there at her kitchen counter in disbelief as she watched her father and Neymar talk for hours on her phone before her father had the great idea to invite her teammate over to celebrate with him.

Not even an hour late the Brazilian had turned up at her door with cake and wine and a smug look on his face when her father happily welcomed him in like he was family .

It looks could kill...

Cherrie just couldn't believe it but she had no choice in the matter .

Thus a reluctant friendship was born. When neymar decided something , there was no changing his mind.

So when he had decided that he was going to become her best friend and she his. Well, that's what happened.

She supposed he had grown on her a little ...

Pushing her hair away from her face she smiled a little "I'm glad that he's okay now . We definitely do better with him there. Bit bummed that my peace and quite is over but .." she shrugged trailing off jokingly .

Martin laughed "well he's definitely missed you! He was telling us about how excited he was to be on the pitch with you again. It's safe to say that everyone's anticipating seeing you two out there again tonight.."

Cherrie just smiled and nodded her head as she saw her assistant angrily motion for her to end the interview now . Rolling her eyes a little at her friend , she sighed long and hard.

"Of course he missed me. I'm amazing . I hope you enjoy the game Martin. See you later!" She said her goodbyes and gave a wave towards the camera before jogging off down the corridor towards the locker room.

Flinging her training bag in her cubicle , she picked up her water bottle and stepped back out. She didn't need to change into her kit till the game. It was too hot out anyways . She was fine in her sports bra and running shorts.

Her assistant gave her a stern look as she walked down the corridor beside her .

“Please behave today. No pissing anyone off. Just stick to neymar and be good." She advised her.

Cherrie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yes Mother." She mocked before shaking her head "and I think you mean neymar will stick to me . He never leaves me alone! He's called me three times this morning already!" She exclaimed with a exasperated look on her face .

Her friend gave her a amused look, wondering how she could be so dense .

It was clear to everyone around her that neymar was infatuated with Cherrie, yet the young woman just didn't see it. No matter what he did or said.

She felt sorry for him a little, she really did.

Cherrie was a stubborn woman who was as oblivious as a fish. Unless you spelt it out for her , she would continue walking around life without any idea of what was surrounding her .

She could remember once when Cherrie had been invited to an awards show to host it and right as they had walked the red carpet , Elton John had been stood right beside her. Cherrie had no idea till she had seen the photographs of the man trying and failing to get her attention to speak with her .

So if Elton John don't stand a chance then poor neymar ... well. What chance did he have?

Her assistant sighed , fed up. "just be nice. He's only joking around with you to get your attention Cherrie. Why not just give him it?" She advised her hopefully .

Tired of seeing the puppy dog face of the footballer whenever Cherrie just laughed off another one of his flirtatious lines. It was awful to witness. She felt like smacking her friend around the head . She really did.

Cherrie just pulled a face back at her "I do give him my attention. Christ you make him sound like a needy dog that I have to pet!" She shook her head at her before waving her off and walking down the tunnel to enter the pitch.

Leaving her friend to laugh to herself in amusement.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind her petting him.." she muttered to herself snickering before walking away.

As she jogged out onto the pitch, Lionel was the first one to spot her. Nudging neymar in the arm gently to get him to look up from the ball.

"She's here. You can quit moping now." He muttered to him. Watching as the footballers head snapped up and his face immediately brightened upon seeing the woman coming there way.

"Where have you been Cherrie? I've been calling you!" He shouted over to her with a grin as he kicked the ball up with his feet . Aiming it in her direction before kicking it towards her head .

She head butted it back to him with a grimace , rolling her eyes as she jogged over to them. Waving at kylian and achraf as she passed them.

"I know. I've been not answering." She snarked back before grinning at Lionel happily.

"You've gone blonde again!" She exclaimed reaching out to pull a strand just to annoy him .

Lionel batted her hands away from him with a smile . Pressing his hands on his hips like a disapproving father as he looked at her.

"Late again." He mimed tapping a invisible watch on his wrist. Shaking his head at her. "Why?"

Cherrie just shrugged making neymar chuckle as he reached over and shoved at her shoulder , getting a even harder shove back in return.

"I know whyyyy.." he sang out as he danced on the spot "she was dancing all night . Which I'm incredibly offended that you didn't invite me to the club. It's not a good party unless I'm there!" He grinned.

She just sighed and lifted her leg up to kick him. Only for neymar to catch her foot and place it on his shoulder , making her quickly tighten her stomach to keep her footing as he helped stretch out her leg.

"It's a even better party when you're not there. It was fun. I had a couple of drinks and went home. Then I missed my alarm ..." she mused . Dropping her leg off from his shoulder and lifting her other leg to do the same.

Neymar put one hand behind her thigh and the other below her knee making her wince a little at the burn on her leg from the stretch.

Meanwhile messi was just watching them with a amused look in his eyes , shaking his head at the pair of them.

Neymar didn't look away from her the whole time , dropping her leg gently down the ground once they were done .

"I could have picked you up. I'm not that far from your apartment. It wouldn't be a bother ." He told her hopefully . Having been trying to convince her to let him drive her to and from the stadium each time that she they played .

Yet the answer was always the same.

"No." She denied shaking her head "the fact that you know where I live is bad enough. People will think there's something going on if they see us leaving my apartment together in the morning." She muttered with a frown.

Picking up the ball she began to kick it up into the air with her knee , spinning around to catch it with the back of her foot before repeating . Never letting the ball touch the ground , refusing to take her eyes off it.

Lionel patted neymar's back sympathetically once he noticed him frown. Holding back a wince of his own.

It almost killed him to watch his friend get shot down every time. He might have been annoyed at Cherrie if he didn't know that she genuinely had no idea of neymar's feelings for at all.

He had seen men come up to her and try to ask her out before but for some reason she seemed to think that it wasn't her that they wanted. Always laughing it off and directing them over to some other pretty girl near by.

It was almost as though she had deemed herself unlovable . Because In her own mind , no one would ever think of her that way. She had been told all her life that she was too much. Too loud and abrasive.

To arrogant and too much of a control freak. Too annoying and too self centred . Always too damn much of something yet never enough for someone to stay around .

They didn't want her for a long time. They just wanted to have bragging rights to tell everyone that they had bagged the 'untouchable ice queen' that everyone liked to call her .

She was good enough to fuck but too much too love.

So she had stopped putting romance on the table a long time ago. She had better things to worry about than stupid men wasting her time anyways.

She had a call log full of guys that would be in her bed within minutes if she needed a booty call.

So, meaningless hookups would have to do for now .

"So what?" Neymar finally said with a casual shrug as he followed her down the pitch. Both of them dribbling a ball past the cones set out in front of them.

"I think we'd look good together on paper ... and off.." he mumbled the last part to himself.

Glancing over to see Cherrie laugh , looking back at him with a smirk on her face. Thinking he was joking again.

"Mmm but I'm still recovering from the whole shit storm with kylian. The papers are still convinced we had some scandalous affair." She giggled shaking her her head at the reminder.

The paps had caught kylian and her out on her balcony one night having a glass of wine . The two of them had decided to hang out while their friends were partying , both of them too tired to head to a noisy club where they would be forced to socialise with strangers.

So instead they had ordered some food and had a night in. Playing fifa and drinking wine until they passed out.

But the media didn't see it that way. Next thing you know there were headlines that they were fucking each other and a chain of pictures of all the other times that they had hung out alone together pasted side by side .

Because apparently she couldn't have friends without sucking their dick.

It was ridiculous.

Neymar laughed a little as he came to a stop.  Hands on his hips as he caught his breath.

"You never invite me over for wine." He complained , frowning at her. He wished she would.

He was starting to feel pathetic from the amount of times he had practically begged her to hangout with him, only for her to make some excuse and reject him.

He didn't understand why she wasn't getting it. How much more obvious could he be? He bought her flowers every weekend . He was practically best friends with her dad at this point.

Having spent many an hour complaining to him about how mean and cruel his daughter was to his heart .

Her father had told him not to give up. That he just needed to point blank spell it out for her . That she wasn't the smartest when it came to seeing someone's feelings for her.

But it wasn't that easy. He was honestly more than a little worried that she would laugh in his face and call him stupid if he came out of the blue and told her he loved her.

He had heard the story about her last boyfriend a couple of years ago.

About how the guy had told her he loved her while they were walking home and she had just smiled and said 'thank you.' The thought of her doing that to him made him feel sick.

So instead he was stuck being her friend and throwing hints at her at every chance he got in hopes that a miracle would happen and that she would suddenly wake up one day and see what was right in front of her .

Cherrie looked over at him in confusion , stopping short when she saw the pout on his face .

Groaning a little as she reached over and flicked at his forehead to get him to lighten up.

"Wanna make a deal?" She offered . Not liking him looking so upset with her . He wasn't neymar without his smile.

His eyes lit up as he eagerly nodded his head.

“With you? Always." He suggestively smiled as he got closer to her .

Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and leaning his chin against her head .

Smiling a little as she loosely wrapped her arm around his waist to support him as they walked slowly back over to their group.

"If we win today.. we can hangout out together . You can pick what we do." She told him . Hearing his gasp of delight .

Pulling away to look down at her with an excited grin, placing his hands on her shoulders and shaking her a little as she muttered at him to get off.

"Just the two of us? Nobody else?" He needed to hear her promise . His heart already racing at the possibility's to impress her .

He had to win today. There was no doubt about it now.

His love life was on the line.

Cherrie giggled at the joyful look on his face . With him Looking like she had just proposed to him.

"Yes. Only if we win though!" She reminded him as she put her finger up to her lips to get him to shut up as she slowly crept up behind kylian who hadn't seen her coming .

Neymar bit down in his lip to stop his laughter from escaping . Watching as she pounced on kylian and screamed his name loudly in his ear making him jump and scream like a little girl.

"putain d'enfer!" He swore as he gasped and spun around in shock. Eyes wide as he held his hand over his heart .

Everyone around them bursting into laughter as they watched her scare him.

"je te ramènerai!" ( I'll get you back!) he promised her with a huff. Slapping the back of her head with his hand.

Cherrie was too busy hysterically giggling to care, gasping for her breath as she placed her hands on her knees. In tears.

"Oh mon dieu!" She grinned unable to stop laughing as she shoved him back by his shoulder jokingly .

Kylian cracking a smile once he saw the look on her face.

"tu aurais dû voir ton visage!" (You should have seen your face!) She then let out a shriek mocking his girly scream. Making neymar laugh as he patted a flushed kylian on his back.

"va te faire foutre!" He rolled his eyes as he kicked his ball at her.

Cherrie simply catching it against her chest before letting it fall down to her feet before she kicked it along to Lionel was snickering beside them.

"No thank you. Not without dinner first!" She joked catching the ball as Lionel passed it back to her .

Neymar looked between her and kylian with thinly veiled jealously .

Rolling his eyes a little as he watched kylian wiggled his eyebrows at her "what kind? Dessert?" He teased her back.

Both of them enjoyed playing up to media about their so called 'affair'. Going out of their way to be extra flirty and touchy to each other just for a laugh.

Cherrie just giggled as she headed the ball at him "I am the desert Bebe. Sweetest around!"

Ramos , who had overheard her, snorted loudly.

Grinning over at her cheekily . "didn't know you were a liar too!" He threw at her.

Cherrie gasped loudly as she pretended to be offended .

“Hey! I am! Are you trying to say I'm salty?!" She threw the ball at his head with a grin.

He just shrugged , kicking it back at her quickly without missing a beat .

“If the thong fits." He remarked .

She huffed "you're all so mean to me. I'm a delight . Aren't I neymar?" She turned to him for back up.

The Brazilian immediately nodding his head , beaming at her. His eyes softening.

“You are. Best desert on the market." He assured her while patting the top of her head comfortingly.

Kylian just scoffed loudly "he doesn't count! He's bias!" He exclaimed.

Ramos nodded his head in agreement , grinning at neymar's flustered face at being called out.

"I am not!"

Even Lionel rose a brow at him at that one. "Liar!"

Neymar opener and closed his mouth several times before finally huffing and nodding his head in reluctant agreement .

"Okay. Maybe a little." He pinched his fingers together to show just how much.

Ramos simply spread his arms wide on either side of him instead . "this much you mean. If you could climb into her skin you would!" He teased him.

Cherrie grimaced at the thought . Leaning her elbow against neymar's shoulder as she narrowed her eyes at her so called friends.

"Don't give him any ideas." She muttered .

Neymar just grinned shamelessly . "None of what you guys say matters because she has finally gave in." He told them proudly .

Cherrie immediately giving him a warning look. Knowing he liked to exaggerate about every little thing she did or said.

Lionel looked between them curiously . Noticing the instant regret on her face and the confidence on neymar's.

"Gave in? How?" Did his friend finally ask her on a date? Did pigs fly and she said yes?

Neymar just smirked "I get to do whatever I like to her if We win the match . So you guys better be on top form." He told them seriously .

Their faces showed nothing but shock as their eyes blew wide. Kylian gaping between the two of them in pure disbelief .

Meanwhile Cherrie went bright red , gasping sharply as she smacked her hand against his chest  at repeatedly in scorn.

"Oh my god! Don't say it like that! Thats not what I meant! I said that we can do whatever he wants. Like he picks what we do while we hang out!" She spluttered out in mortification . Trying to correct them.

Neymar was just giggling beside her like a naughty child. Knowing exactly what he did and said.

"That too." He added cheekily making them laugh at the flustered look on her face as she glared over at him. Stomping on his foot before storming away.

Lionel shook his head at him with a smile. Sighing long and hard at him.

“Neymar. You idiot. You can't help yourself can you? Are you trying to make her change her mind?" He hit him on the shoulder in disapproval, wondering why they acted like such kids.

Neymar just shrugged carelessly , still smiling as he watched her walk over to her assistant . No doubt to complain about how annoying he was as she glanced back at him with a scowl.

Sticking up her middle finger at him once she caught him looking. He blew her a kiss in return.

"Guys.." he then let his smile fall from his face and looked between them seriously . "We have to win."

Kylian snorted in amusement and patted him on the shoulder . "We will. Don't worry about it. You should just tell her how you feel man. Otherwise you'll be doing this forever." He told him before jogging off as their coach blew his whistle .

Lionel nudged his shoulder gently "he's right. If we win tonight you should tell her. Don't wait to hangout . Just go for it." He advised him as a friend.

Neymar took in a deep breath and slowly nodded his head , heart pounding in his chest at the thought .

But they were right . it was time. He had waited long enough.

She had to know how he felt about her otherwise he was going to drive them both insane .

He had found the person that he wanted to annoy for the rest of his life . He would be stupid to let her get away.

By the time the game had started it was clear to everyone that there would be no playing nice .

They were targeting her , neymar and kylian.

Every time she got the ball, two players ended up boxing her in till she had no choice but to play it back. Kicking the ball over to messi who immediately started dribbling around the closest person next to him.

Looking up she locked eyes with neymar from across the field as he nodded his head towards the right side of the goal. Nodding back at him she gave it a second as they watched messi get the middle of the pitch before they started sprinting.

Messi spotted her out of the corner of his eye and quickly passed her the ball. Feeling her heart hammer in her chest as she got the back of the net in her sight .

Racing forward and ready to kick the ball just as she heard a shout and then a body come flying into her back, their legs knocking hers out from beneath her as she landed on her side with a nasty thud.

"merde!" She cursed laying there for a moment to try and catch her breath as she clutched her throbbing ankle in her hand. Glancing beside her to see the player that had tackled her so aggressively get back to his feet with a scoff just as the referee jogged over.

Her teammates immediately swarming her as everybody began to yell and point blame.

Neymar got into the face of the player who had hurt her and shoved at his shoulders to get him away from her while Lionel rushed over to give her a hand to pull her up.

"You okay?" He asked her in concern. Glancing down at her ankle worriedly .

She wiggled it about with a small wince before shaking it off.

“Yeah I'm okay. What a dick!" She exclaimed as she watched the player shout back in neymar's face. Something she couldn't understand .

"você é estúpido pra caralho! você é louco!" (You're fucking stupid! You're crazy!) He yelled at him as he made a circular motion around his temple. Glaring at him as Ramos tried to pull him back.

"você nem tocou na bola! você a machucou!" (You didn't even touch the ball! You hurt her!) he spat at him . The referee yelling at him to calm down.

Cherrie quickly pushed her way through the players and tugged at neymar's shirt to get him to back away , eyeing the yellow card in the refs hand.

"Calm down! It's okay!" She told him over and over again. Turning him around so he couldn't look at the player that was shouting back at them.

Neymar's eyes were wide and his face angry , concern quickly taking over as he checked her body for injury's .

"You're good? You're okay? No pain?" He rushed at her. Pulling her into a hug.

Watching as kylian and Lionel argued with the ref.

"That was a foul! Card him!" Lionel shouted.

Kylian was waving his hands towards the goal and then the player that fouled her . "He wasn't even going for the ball! That's a penalty! You know it is!"

"A Little but I'm fine." She patted his back in hopes of calming him down. Letting out a sigh of relief as they watched the ref finally blow the whistle and give them the penalty . Also yellow carding the player that knocked her down.

"Fuck yeah!" She breathed out before grinning over at neymar as he reluctantly pulled away.

"Who's taking it?" She asked them as kylian motioned for her to do it.

“You sure?" She said as she looked between the two of them.

Neymar just ruffled her hair with a grin. "You've got this! I believe In you!" He said encouragingly .

Taking in a deep breath she nodded her head , psyching herself up to do it. Placing the ball on the spot , she took a step back as she watched the players get into place and line up.

Shaking out her hands and feet, she inhaled deeply. Locking eyes with neymar for a moment who gave her a little wink. The grin never leaving his face.

Then she nodded at the ref and did what she had to do. She looked at the goalkeeper and then let her eyes look to the left side of the goal for a second before looking straight forward again.

Then she kicked the ball into the right side of the goal as she watched the goalkeeper dive for the left side instead.

Laughing gleefully as her team screamed in joy, yelling her name .

"Fuck yes!" She screamed happily as she ran over to neymar and jumped onto him. The Brazilian spinning her around in glee , kissing her face over and over again as they celebrated .

Feeling multiple hands pat her back and ruffle her hair.

"I knew you could do it!" He said laughing as he finally put her down. Lifting his hands for her to slap her own against . High-fiving her with a proud look

Upon his face.

She laughed breathlessly as she tried to catch back her breath. Heart racing in her chest.

"They don't look happy!" She nodded over to the opposing team who looked like they were planning their downfall.

Narrowing her eyes at the one who had knocked her over , she stuck her tongue out childishly at him.

Lionel flicking her in the ear as he jogged past them.

"behave! It's not over yet!" He warned them.

"Yes dad!" They both yelled at his back together , laughing at the deadpan look he gave them over his shoulder . Not impressed .

Unfortunately for them Lionel was right. As they entered the second half of the match , their opposing team picked up their aggressiveness and dangerous tackles. More than one player had already been carded and injured and Cherrie was finding it hard to keep up.

Managing to take the ball off a player , she ran with it , just managing to keep it in her possession before spotting neymar and immediately kicking it over to him just as she felt a small shove to her back.

Glaring at the player beside her , she didn't give him another second of her time before jogging off. Keeping her eye on the ball and Neymar.

Frowning as she realised that more than one player seemed to be targeting him. Kicking at his ankles and boxing him in.

They weren't playing fair at all.

"No respect!" She snapped to herself as she watched the same player try to take the ball off neymar again, gasping a little as she watched him take out his leg from under him . Causing him to slam down into his back with a pained cry.

To make things worse another player almost trampled him, stepping on his hand. Clearly on purpose as neymar tried to sit up and push himself away from them.

Seeing red she quickly ran over and shoved the player by his shoulders to get him away from him.

"What is wrong with you?! You bastard!" She shoved him again as members of both their team and hers surrounded them again.

"Fucking diver! There's nothing wrong with him!" The player who had stood on his hand yelled trying to get into neymar's face again.

Cherrie shoved him as well , getting his attention on her . "Nothing wrong with him?! You fucking trampled him! I saw it! Everyone did!" She screamed at him .

Feeling Ramos come up beside her as the player took a threatening step towards her .

Pushing him back Ramos glared at him dangerously "don't even think about it puta! Back off!" He warned . Getting into his face and shoving him again.

Kylian quickly coming to her other side and glaring at another player that was calling her a crazy bitch.

"If we were off the pitch we'd kill you for that!" He shouted at him. Shoving him away from her as the ref repeatedly blew his whistle .

"stupide idiot. savez-vous même jouer au football?!" (Stupid idiot. Do you even know how to play football?!) he threw at him with a look of disgust.

Hearing neymar's voice yelling at someone she quickly turned around and jogged over to him. Shoving the player that had gotten into his face away from him .

"Fucking diver!" The player spat at him.

Cherrie tried not to hit him. "Fucking bitch! Fuck off! You're Mother should have spat you out!" She yelled at him. Rage taking over her at the level of disrespect they were giving neymar.

The player scoffed at her , glaring back at her hatefully .

"You can't fight so your little bitch has to do it for you?!" He taunted him.

Neymar dove forward as though he was going to strangle him. Lionel and Ramos managing to grab him just in time.

"vou transformar sua cabeça em uma bola de futebol! você é uma vergonha!" He screamed at him , furious. (I'll turn your head into a football! you're a disgrace!)

"Fuck you!" Cherrie yelled at him before yanking neymar out of the eyesight of the ref who came over with the cards . Carding the two players who fouled him.

And Kylian and her .

"What the fuck?!" She yelled in disbelief as both her and kylian stared at the ref with a scowl. "Why?"

"You don't threaten people! You should know better!" He told them both in disapproval .

Kylian just threw his arms up into the arm with a curse . Shaking his head at him before stomping away.

"Putain!" She snapped shaking her head angrily before making her way over to neymar who was already coming over to her .

"Are you okay? What assholes!" She exclaimed . Still

Shaking with rage as she took the hand that the player had stood on and carefully checked it.

He was frowning too from bedside her . "They're awful. Worst I've ever played! I'm gonna score ." He declared then. Firmly.

Cherrie looked at him with a raise of her brow , nodding her head in understanding.

What was better that pure rage to fuel you on?

"I know. I'll make it look like I'm gonna score with my right foot but I'll kick it over to you with my left. Just be in the right place okay?" She told him, already planning it out in her head.

Hearing their plan, Lionel and kylian shared a look.

"we'll try keep them off you backs! Just be quick.” Kylian warned them.

Neymar gave her a look of amazement . Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and kissing the side of her head.

"Thank you!" He said with a grin before they split off.

Neymar still shaking his head to himself in awe . His heart filled with nothing but hope and love for her.

Just a few minutes before the game was about to end and Cherrie had finally managed to take back the ball. Speeding down the right side of the pitch, she kept her gaze locked on the goal. So that the players around her thought she was going to be the one attempting to score.

They swarmed her and made the mistake of keeping the left side of the pitch open. Neymar quickly sprinting to the middle , close to the goal.

She lifted her right leg back and as the defenders went to the right side to stop the ball, In a split second she had kicked it over to neymar with her left foot instead .

Then he kicked it straight into the back of the Net.

"Yes!" She screamed happily while shoving one of the horrible players off of her as Neymar sprinted towards her and picked her up . Spinning her around as they both yelled with glee.

"It worked! Oh my god! You did it!" She breathlessly shouted just as the whistle was blown. The game finally over .

Neymar was grinning so hard it hurt , shaking his head rapidly . Refusing to let her go even when she wiggled her way back to the ground.

"No! No! That was you! You little genius!" He gushed  proudly . Wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her along to the rest of the team to celebrate .

Ten minutes later and they were both sprawled out on the pitch relaxing for a moment , trying to get their energy  back. Away from the other players that had their family's and partners on the pitch with them.

Spreading herself out like a starfish , she sighed loudly. Neymar sitting at the end of her feet with a pen in his hand.

"My heart is pounding still." She laughed a little as she leaned up to smile at him.

Neymar's was too. But for different reasons.

He had made a promise to himself that if they won he would tell her and well... they had.

Then he had remembered what her father had told him about her being so oblivious that unless someone wrote it out for her plainly , she just wouldn't understand .

So with a pen in his hand he pulled off her shoe in one go . Cherrie looking over at him like he was insane .

"What are you doing?" She laughed in both amusement and confusion. Leaning forward on her knees to watch him.

A look of concentration on his face As he turned her shoe so that the side of it that was just a plain gold came in sight . Lifting up his black pen he started to write.

"Hey! I liked those shoes! I hope you're writing champion on there." She joked as she took a sip from her water bottle. Not taking her eyes off him.

Even though they had just played what felt like the game of their lives . He still looked good. Because of course he did.

Pulling off her shirt from the heat , she leaned forward and wiped the sweat off his face with it. Neymar peering up at her with a smirk as he battered her hand away from him.

"Stop it. I'm busy!" He complained . Laughing as she leant forward and pretended to smother him with the shirt .

Rolling his eyes as he laughed, he put the boot aside for a moment so that he could wrestle her onto his lap . Locking his arm over her chest to keep her still.

"Stop it! Keep still woman! I wanna show you something important." He told her seriously. Looking down at her exasperated face on his lap.

Huffing and puffing as she blew a loose strand of hair out from her face. Squirming In his lap for a moment before finally going still.

Laying her head more comfortably on his thigh, she sighed in defeat .

“My shoe is important?" She groaned in confusion when he passed her it silently .

Shaking his head as he swallowed his suddenly dry throat . "Read it." He just whispered to her quietly .

Fidgeting with her hair in his lap as he watched her turn the boot over and see the words that he had carefully written.

'I love you. I'm spelling it out for you seeing as you won't realise otherwise .

I'm in love with you.

I want to be with you and annoy you forever . I want to be your best friend and your lover. What do you say?' He had wrote.

Cherrie felt her heart swell in her chest, tears suddenly springing to her eyes as she was overcome with emotion.

Sniffling a little as she traced over the words with her fingertip gently .

“Really?" Was all that she could Mumble out. Peering up at him tearfully . Speechless .

Neymar laugh softly . Seeing how overwhelmed she was. He leant down and gently kissed her nose . Nudging the tip of his own against hers again for good luck.

"Really. Been trying to tell you for a while now but .." he trailed off with a helpless shrug. Nerves taking over him the longer she just stared .

But then she burst into tears and his eyes went wide with shock as he quickly sat her up and wrapped his arms around her . Heart pounding rapidly in his chest.

What the fuck?

"What's wrong? Am I that bad?" He tried to joke . Only managing to make her cry harder.

He shot a helpless look over her shoulder to Lionel was was watching them with a look of concern .

"You told her?" He mouthed at him confused .

Neymar nodded back with wide eyes "she's crying!" He mouthed back in a panic.

Lionel just laughed.

"I can't believe this! And I've been so mean to you just thinking you were playing me around!" She cried out .

Suddenly pulling away so she could looking at him. Feeling terrible for always pushing him away.

Neymar grinned a little unsurely "I mean- I like it when you're mean to me. Not gonna lie. Made me fall in love with you." He simply replied .

Cherrie threw herself at him.

Making them both fall onto the pitch below them as she kissed all over his face , his arms coming up to hold her around her back as he laughed loudly in glee .

"I'm sorry! God! I'm terrible !" She apologised over and over again as she kissed his skin. Neymar grinning Up at her like a lovesick puppy.

Sighing happily as he tilted his chin up to her , looking into her glossy eyes that he adored so much.

He had wanted this for so long ...

"You love me too?" He needed to know. Heart on his sleeve and falling right into her hands.

Cherrie just sniffled and then leant leant forward and kissed him like she had wanted to do so many times before.

Every time they had bickered. Every time he had pissed her off. Every time he had gotten Underneath  her skin .

All she had wanted to do was this.

Man. She really was blind to love!

Her friends were right. She was oblivious.

"I love you." She breathed out against his mouth as he deepened the kiss. His hand cupping her jaw as he slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, moaning against her lips as he finally heard the words he had dreamt of her saying to him.

Then they heard Lionel's disgusted voice above them, loud and clear.

"Okay that's enough. Everybody's watching you two make out . I don't think they need to see any more. Get up!" He pulled Cherrie up from underneath her armpits like she was a child. Setting her off to his side.

Then he hauled Neymar up too. Sighing and rolling his eyes as he stood in front of him for a moment so that his friend could adjust his shorts without the whole world seeing.

Shaking his head in disapproval

Neymar just grinned back at him with glee.

"She loves me." He whispered to him happily. Rubbing his hands over his heated cheeks. So , so happy.

Lionel felt his face soften as he gave his friend a side hug . Then he reached out and yanked Cherrie into their circle too.

"I love you both but seeing too much of your love will make me sick okay? Not on the pitch!" He scolded them lightly . Feeling incredibly happy for his friend for finally getting what he wanted.

He knew that it would all work out in the end.

Neymar just had to literally spell his love out for her to understand.

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X-Men OC: Achilles (aka Gambit's twin)

template taken from here

General Information

Name: Sébastien Kylian Landry Alias(es): Achilles [codename], Kylie [preferred name] Age: (see this) 19 upon enrolling in Xavier’s; late 30s as an adult Species: Homo sapien superior aka Human Mutant Ethnicity: Cajun (White/European American) Gender: genderfluid/nonconforming (he/she/they) Sexuality: Pansexual (& polyamorous) Affiliation: the X-Men

Physical Appearance (FC: Taylor Kitsch)

Kylie is a 5'11" (180.34 cm) male who engages in regular physical activity. He has brown hair that tends to look blond in certain lighting, and he keeps it shoulder-length. If he needs to, he'll tie it up, but he typically wears it loose. His eyes are a dark green, which tends to get mistaken for dark brown. Both ears are pierced, usually for small hoops or studs. When he's not on missions or anything serious, he wears black eyeliner and nail polish in solid colors. His outfit depends on how he'd like to present and usually includes muscle tees, jeans, bralettes, rompers, and the occasional dress--all casual, as he's not a fan of formal events. His X-Men suit, which is brown and black with silver accents, resembles lightweight plate armor. It's lightly padded where he'd typically have trouble guarding (below the waist, ankles, butt, etc.) and his gloves are fire-resistant.

Personality

Many view Kylie as prideful, but he simply lacks the insecurities that others believe to be important to a normal sense of self. In other words, he doesn’t care much about what others of him, because they are not his family/loved ones. He’d rather have a tight circle of close friends than the approval of everyone. When he loves (in a familial or romantic sense), he loves hard, doing the most he can to keep those people happy. He also views all people as equal, so if he overhears a bully antagonizing someone, he’ll jump in to end things (his words and his fists are both fair game in his eyes). This, as well as his deeply ingrained loyalty, can easily be seen as weaknesses of his. He's a lot better with high schoolers and adults than he is with kids (they make him a little nervous).

History

Kylie is the younger twin brother of the mutant known as Remy LeBeau. They were born in early November, to Alison Broussard and Tom Landry of Metairie, Louisiana. Alison was only 19 while Tom was 24. She'd run from her strict Catholic family to be with him, spurred on by how much they feared her mutant ability to manipulate her own gravitational field. So when she died in childbirth, Tom was overwhelmed by the prospect of raising two kids by himself, not to mention heartbroken. He took one and abandoned the other, reasoning that it would be even harder trying to raise a child who was clearly a mutant. Tom was an unconfident father who worked two jobs to support his family, leaving Kylie to spend most of his childhood in the streets with his friends. When Kylie's mutant abilities manifested at the age of 13, he accidentally caused a lethal car crash while trying to save his friend from being hit. He later would get kicked out of his first high school, because his powers allowed him to win every fight he got into (even though he was usually defending someone else). Then, at 17, he accidentally hurt his then-boyfriend and girlfriend with his powers while they were making love. Ashamed, he joined the Army where he learned to control his powers to deadly effect. Once he returned home, he couldn't adjust to civilian life, so he started wandering the country, taking odd jobs to make ends meet. Eventually, he learned about Xavier's from a mutant he met and went there, hoping to find a place where he belonged.

Powers / Abilities:

Like his famous brother, Kylie can manipulate the kinetic energy of solids, both organic and not. He typically uses his ability to absorb it from attacking enemies or projectiles (forcing them to slow down), then uses the energy to temporarily increase his speed and strength as he retaliates. It is also possible for him to take energy from one moving object and use it to direct another. He's punched through brick and steel with ease and halted multiple bullets in midair. He can also reduce temperatures to put out flames and freeze water. If he needs to, he can use his ability to stop a person's bodily functions completely, killing them in seconds. Kylie's limits are mostly determined by how fast he can react (without prior augmentation) and how far he is from whatever he wants to take energy from. For example, it would be dangerous for him to stand in directly front of a person who's shooting at him, because he'd need to have a few seconds to absorb the kinetic energy of the bullets before they hit him. Kylie could theoretically move a football during a professional game while he sits in the stands, but it would be difficult because of how far away he is from the ball. The intense concentration this would take would leave him with a headache, if not a migraine. And when he uses stolen kinetic energy that isn't redirected, he tends to become unfocused and hyper until it "wears off".

Trivia:

Kylie didn't graduate high school until he went to Xavier's, because he ran off to the Army in the middle of the school year after he hurt his then-BF & GF. Recruits are supposed to have a GED or high school diploma, but strings were pulled when he revealed his mutant abilities.

He learned to play guitar at a friend's house, which was easy since he's always done well in his Music classes. Kylie's also pretty good at anything English-related & he likes reading classic novels (it helps him feel like he actually had a good time at school).

He knows some basic Persian (better at listening comprehension than speaking) and Louisiana French (conversational), in addition to his native (American) English.

More than 1 kid has said that he dresses like a pirate. Kylie finds it amusing & doesn't disagree.

In the past, Kylie's worked as a: server, bouncer, janitor, landscaper, cashier, sign flipper, dog walker, barber, and a massage therapist.

When he went to basic training for the Army, they taught Kylie a succinct combination of BJJ, judo, Muay Thai, and boxing. But in actual fights, he does whatever works, AKA punching + shoving + using his powers.

He tends to fall for men more often than other genders, but he often finds women and other genders of people to be more tolerable/platonically interesting.

Verses*

Brotherhood AU: he's recruited either right after the multi-car crash (when he's 13) or when he's coming home from the Army. He's loyal to Magneto until he's told to kill a non-mutant who's been separated from their family.

Origins/Wolverine: Logan either is accidentally directed to meet him instead of Remy OR he hears & checks out their fight.

The Movies: he's been at the school for a couple years & he's in his early 20s by X1. He barely survives Jean's disintegration wave, using his own powers (but he's rendered comatose doing so).

General/Comics: he's always ready to go on a mission, partly for the adventure, partly to redeem himself, partly because fighting is all he's good at. He plays his guitar, tutors for English & serves as a voluntary punching bag for whoever needs it. Kylie's also probably fawning over whoever he's in love with.

IRL AU: after an honorable discharge from the Army (due to injuries received in battle), Kylie works to become an action star who specializes in fight scenes.

*I don’t want to write any threads dealing with live-action movies made after The Last Stand. I just don’t like their plots & some of the casting (plus the timeline confuses me SO MUCH) –anyway, I’m still down to RP with canons from then!

#achilles: headcanon #x-men oc #nobody asked for this #we love Remy LeBeau 😊 & Taylor Kitsch shh

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𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — realizing that one is actually in love is a process being done with your best friends

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 6.2k

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — actually don't know why this chapter was so difficult to write so i hope it turned out fine. it's kind of a filler chapter but only preparing you for what's about to come also wanna thank my bestie @cl16version for helping me write this chapter, don't think i would have finished without her

mon amour — masterlist

every relationship is built on love and trust. both so different and yet, deep down, are based on the same fundament. 

the history of love and its different types went back decades; maybe even centuries. in definition, english literature has found it to be a simple feeling of deep affection and intimacy. but it was also the same english literary, that had given the word « love » a much important, higher meaning.

shakespeare’s romeo and juliet had opened the world to different types of love, erasing the standard of the typical love scenarios known to the world and making place for the difficult and painful ones. but whether it was the most powerful one, had never been known to humans. 

were feelings of hatred and disdain turned into passionate feelings stronger than the love, built up on years of friendship? the affection that grew after years of true care for each other? the true kind of love could not find its veritable definition. the connection based on the free will of two people somehow defied physics when it was analyzed deeply. 

but trust was not any easier. in fact it turned out to be even harder because how could one person be able to trust another person blindly? when one doesn’t even trust himself, how would one be able to trust another human, with the same flaws as itself?

for amara, love had always been somewhat suspicious to her. the idea of sharing herself to another person, letting that person into the deepest parts of her did not seem very appealing to her. she could never truly let go of her. if you wanted to love her, you had to satisfy yourself with the 90% she allowed you to have. and yet, even with her carefulness and high-alert to it, she had trusted and given 95% of herself. 

she couldn’t trust anymore — how could she? not when the additional five percent she had allowed evan to have, had been used against her. he had humiliated her before breaking her heart. the stepping and trashing of it did not help her very much. but the trust she had given away and it had been misused, she would always cry after it. 

evan and her had lived in completely different worlds and yet a whisper of media and suddenly they found themselves on the same platform. maybe if she never had gone to that beauty event, he wouldn’t have talked to her. and her so-called friends could have never pushed her to seek after him if they hadn’t been captured by the press. the moment she would have tasted the poison of him — the moment she should read the articles of him and her instead of crushing on him — she would’ve spit him out and left his radar at the first chance she would have got. 

she had been naive back then. a child thrown into the celebrity world with no one to guide her, fresh meat for the hungry wolves, just waiting for a weak lamb to stumble upon them. it was clear that he had used her — the young rising star, being thrown into the industry without any knowledge — it was easy to use her. to amara, evan represented the false friend, the crisis of her faith when she had not been sure whether to even accept his invitation. 

amara had seen the red flags and deliberately chosen to ignore them — her first mistake. she knew she should have left him when he had started downgrading her but she stayed — her second mistake. another door had opened when she had met his parents and they had undermined her, racist side marks the entire evening and she had taken them all and yet she had stayed. another mistake. there had been so many signs that she had chosen to ignore — simply, because he had made her feel loved, desired. and the bullet had hit her when her safety bubble had burst. 

it had never been clear to her what had been her motive. why she couldn’t have just gone on her way instead of blushing and attire his attention. evan had never made it worth staying, amara realized as she looked back even though deep down she knew the reason. why she had never left. 

evan had always given her enough to make her stay, ignore the bright red flags and issues he had. she had been young, a fresh adult with no experiences on love. he had realized quickly, he had enough good to make her stay through the bad. to never even question a leave. she endured cheating scandals because he knew how to win her back, he knew how to make the bad outweigh the good for a moment before all began again. 

in the end, she celebrated his love and he tolerated it. 

she regretted a lot of thing but mostly, the loss of her innocent adult years. where memories used to be things that made her smile and not emotions that could be used as weapon. every touch he had left on her had turned out to be a scar, ugly and dark, carving her for life. she had not planned on trusting again.

and then life introduced her to kylian.

he somehow made the idea of love less disgusting. showed her the kind type of love that also existed. that next to painful and unstable it could also be reassuring and calming. still it wasn’t sufficient for an “us”. and kylian was left, picking up the pieces. 

the longer she stayed in her relationship, the smaller the pieces got, her heart breaking so many times, some pieces would never be found again. but kylian had found a solution — he would fill the gaps with love. and somehow it was working and she found herself falling again, the easy part of love.

their relationship was blooming like the first flower fighting her way through after decades of ice growing over its ground. he broke the high walls that had built around her, had formed a security wall. a new bond had been created between them, building and strengthening over their deepness and the easiness of being vulnerable in front of each other. 

that they knew where they were standing with each other, made it even easier for amara. she could be open with kylian, there were no overthinkings with him, no contemplating.  her relationship with kylian allowed her to be her own true self. 

and the changes of it were quickly recognisable, with smiles becoming more and more frequent. gloomy eyes were replaced with bright grins and her eyes were slowly starting to regain their twinkle back, the origin of her success and career. 

with kylian waiting for amara to get her trust and confidence back, the singer started to open up more, go back to her old sunshine-self as she had been known as. the balance in her life was restoring, equalizing her career and private life again. and amara could go back to living in bliss, actually experiencing the innocent feeling of amore, she had not been allowed to feel during her time with evan. 

she was falling hard like a plane flying straight-down to the ground. the overwhelming rush of emotions flooding her heart, becoming more and more each second she passed with the french striker. the realization had struck her at night, as she had worked on her song, hitting her with the speed of lighting: she was undeniably in love with him. 

she was swimming in a sea of emotions, with no shore or land in sight. her eyes viewed kylian in a different light now — he wasn’t the charming footballer anymore, with easygoing and playful character. instead he had upgraded to the man, who had giving her inspiration again. her muse and for amara, this held higher significance than anything else. 

how she had ever lived without him, she didn’t know. how could she have made all these days in Paris without the air in her apartment spreading the scent of love and comfort, the certain safety that looked everywhere whenever he was there. she cherished every second spent in his presence, treasuring each moment as if it were a precious gem.

Amara had given kylian everything. she was willing to repeat her mistake, let him have a part of her she had never given away before. all the times she stood in front of the mirror and since the entry of his life, all of sudden she saw herself different. as if she had never seen herself before. 

and kylian knew she was scared. he was aware she was hoping to be spared of all this, the process of falling in love again, afraid of all those dark feelings returning from her previous failed relationship. but she wasn’t alone in her feelings. deep down, he was scared too, angst sometimes lurking in his mind as he thought about her and their growing relationship. but just as quickly as those feelings came, they were gone again and it all started to make sense to him again — he would take the leap of faith anytime again. 

they would never admit to each other just how much the other meant to them — both afraid to overstep boundaries. 

it was the reason why kylian would never know how much it meant to her when he would hold her, press tiny kisses on her temple when they sat down to watch a movie. how it was able to change the way she saw herself when he complimented her. she was willing to give herself to him if he accepted the part of her, she had never let loose before. 

and amara would never know, she was the reason, he was being himself again. she would never hold the knowledge that the night they had met, had been for him to grow out of his misery after his own failed relationship. how her messages transferred smiles onto his faces that even his teammates started to grow suspicious. 

a certain vulnerability loomed over them, their hearts exposed to the other. and that same vulnerability was covered with soft smiles, silent confessions of love, glimpses into the depths of each others’ souls. love had the power to transform, to shape and create. it was able to bury insecurities, flaws, hatred… love had the power to give new beginnings to old things. 

especially in her case, love had given her something so important, it had given her inspiration, a new muse for her music. kylian fitted her in every way possible. even more because he loved her just because she — in his eyes. in his eyes she wasn’t amara imani, and he had fallen in love with her plain self, with her just being amara. 

she didn’t need to be more to make his world lighten up, her laugh was enough. and she didn’t need to wear makeup to be the most beautiful girl in the room — she could wear a potato bag and still win miss universe in his opinion.

sometimes even the simplest of loves were the most beautiful ones. the one, where one could see how trust and love were built around moments spent with each other, finding your soulmate, best friend in your loved one. world’s could never describe how this was an entire different feeling from just falling in love. and loving every part, every flaw and still seeing beauty was another different thing. 

even to herself, amara couldn’t explain why kylian’s laugh attracted her so much. it could have been his body, after all he was built very well, his face, his status — but no, for amara the most attractive thing on kylian was his smile. 

she started to drown out, not even listening anymore but just memorizing his smile to the finest detail. the way, kylian couldn’t help but to laugh before even recounting what had happened that made him burst into laughter like this. she gazed at him with so much love in her eyes, adoration, fondness. his giggles filled the air, tearing all of amara’s attention to them as he recounted with animated gestures. the last thing she remembered was that something funny at training session had happened today but what exactly it was, she didn’t know. by then she had already completely spaced out, staring at kylian instead and his smile.

the time passed with amara and kylian are still lost in each other’s company. they both enjoyed the moments where they did not have to wear a mask, could be completely themselves. they were only amara and kylian with each. two normal persons, trying to navigate their way through life. but of course, they couldn’t escape it forever, time and responsibilities always caught up. 

glancing at the clock, she gasped when she saw how late it already was. truthfully, for their standards, it wasn’t really late but she knew kylian had an away match tomorrow and couldn’t afford to be tired there. 

“kylian,” she began softly, nudging the french forwards’ shoulder, “it’s late. you need to go.”

“are you trying to get rid of me?” he retorted jokingly, grinning at her. 

she rolled her eyes, amusement clear on her face, “never. but you have an away match and i kind of don’t fancy you being benched.”

he gasped, putting a hand on his heart dramatically. “omg, you actually care for me.” he exclaimed, his grin spreading wider when she lightly slapped him neck this time. “but are you actually going to watch my match this weekend?”

“you’re acting as if i haven’t watched your last two matches.” she replied sarcastically. 

kylian waved dismissively, “yeah but we lost those. and i’m really sure we’re going to win this one. and, i don’t mean to brag, but i kind of am a big deal so it should be really entertaining.”

amara bursted out laughing, placing a hand in front of her mouth to stop her but it was useless. “sure…,” she trailed off, a mocking tone distinguishable in her voice. “it’s not like i have anything better to do this weekend, no of course not. i can already feel how excited i am to watch you run after a ball for one and a half hours.”

“glad to know this is how you feel about me,” kylian replied, his face scrunching up which made amara laugh even more. 

“you should start selling tickets just for people to watch you, not the team but just you.” amara suggested, “it’ll be called the donatello experience, after all you do kind of look like him. but the wish version.” she added, squirming when kylian suddenly started to tickle her. 

her laughter rang through the entire apartment, her begs going down in laughs as kylian tickled her all over. it was perfect. this moment was everything her and even were not and for the first time in a long time. amara was not thinking about her worries, the only thing on her mind was kylian - her kylian. she knew that god was a woman, but her favorite angel was definitely kylian.

“you think it’s an insult, i take it as a compliment,” he stated proudly and amara raised her eyebrows, an incredulous expression on her face at his words. “but you know, you’re kind of right. i should definitely start the mbappé experience. i mean after all, who wouldn’t want to see this beauty,” he let a hand run down his face, posing extravagantly which started another small laugh flash of amara. 

“people would start reclaiming their money if they spent it to watch you fall every twenty minutes. but what’s money when you can watch the imperialistic, majestic, phenomenal kylian mbappé try to score goals, right?”

 “ha ha,” he replied dryly, glaring at the singer in front of him. “aren’t you funny?”

amara smirked, mischievous glint in her eyes, “i know i am. you don’t have to remind me.”

“and people say, i have a big ego,” kylian muttered under his breath, but still loud enough for amara to hear, “they clearly haven’t met you.”

“your ego is bigger than france itself,” amara retorted, “i’m just trying to match your energy.”

“glad we’re on the same page.”

“of course we are. if it wasn’t for me, who would remind you of your frequent moments of mediocrity and knock you off your high horse?” amara explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “i’ll be here, sitting on my couch, cheering you on as i watch you miss a penalty by a mile.”

instead of answering with another sarcastic comment, the french striker stood up and pulled off  the blue psg-hoodie he was wearing. amara’s eyes widened as she spotted his abs, clearly visible through the tight white shirt he was wearing beneath. he threw it into amara’s lap without another word, the smell of his cologne immediately picked up by her nose. 

“you’re giving me your hoodie? what for? i can easily order myself a psg jersey,” she questioned, looking at him confused.

he shrugged dismissively again, “faut que je encourage mon plus grand supporter, tu ne trouve pas? without whose words, i probably wouldn’t have scored my incoming hattrick.” — don’t you think?

she pulled the sweatshirt closer to her chest and put it on, laughing as she saw how big it was on her body. “aww, thank you. you thought of me. to how many girls have you already given this?”

“none,” kylian replied deadpan, nodding in affirmation when amara raised her eyebrows. “you’re the first.”

“i feel honored, thank you so much. maybe, i’ll sell it on ebay.” she said cheerfully and threw a last glance at the time on her phone. “kylian, you really need to go now if you don’t plan on warming the bench tomorrow.”

he held his hands up in surrender. “d’accord, je m’en vais déjà.” — okay, i’m already leaving

kylian lifted himself up from the sofa, reaching for his belongings. amara quickly put on some slippers and accompanied him to the door, in a way it felt like this was a death march. as if amara would never see him again, which was quite the opposite in reality. they had spent the whole day together, yet it felt like it wasn’t enough. to the two of them not even forever could fill their need for one another, and with kylian going away for a match. their need to be close to each other had never been stronger.

they stood at the door, looking at each other, their regards completely enamored. his hand brushed gently against hers, surroundings entirely drowning out. for some reason, this goodbye felt different. the usual warmth was discernible in his eyes, the smell of his cologne filled the air, intensified this time because of his hoodie that was gracing her body, a comfortable atmosphere laid around them. and yet, neither moved. they were caught in their moment. 

it reminded amara of their first meeting, the morning after. when they had been at his apartment and she was in kylian’s position. they would have stayed there too for hours if her phone hadn’t rang. but this time, there were no distractions. it was just the two of them, waiting for the other to make a move and yet neither of the two wanted to disrupt the moment. 

he contemplated in his head, mind running high — was this the moment he had longed for? when she would finally make a step forward instead of her three steps back each time something like this happened? all he wanted to do at the moment was to take her head into his palms and press his lips on hers. but he also knew that it wouldn’t be fair towards her. 

she needed the time to heal and move forward from her insecurities, her doubts about love. and he had sworn to himself several times to give it to her. he could wait for years, it would be okay. she was the only woman in his thoughts at the moment. they didn’t need to rush. for him, it was the most obvious thing that he liked her in every kind of way. they could be in a room full of diamonds and yet she would still shine the brightest. 

he leaned down, close enough to hear amara’s heart beat pound quickly, his lips brushing her skin swiftly as he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek. for a second everything stood still, the earth stopped in its tracks. and it was just them, as the innocent gesture made them both freeze. was it the wrong decision? maybe. was it too soon? maybe. but all kylian could say was he did not regret it.

the kiss did not leave them unbothered. the sensation of his touch, his skin on hers sent shivers down her spine, the spot where he had kissed her burning with heat. and yet she felt a bit of disappointment. a part of her had thought it would have been more, longed for more. 

and kylian somehow sensed it. he could feel her bit of disappointment that was going through her. he placed her hands in his, smiling at her fondly, so much love in his gesture, “i know you’re disappointed. but i did not want our first kiss to be a goodbye kiss. i promised myself, i would make our first kiss unforgettable and wait till you’re ready for us.”

as he spoke, how could she be mad at him? when he was that considerate of her feelings; when he was able to read her like an open book? she looked up at him, eyes reflecting every of her emotions that she currently felt and a smile broke out on her lips. 

“will you wait forever?”

“if you want me too, i will.”

“you’re too good for me, ky,” amara muttered, still playing with the footballer’s hands. 

he shook his head, her smile mirroring on his face, “not too good. just perfect.” he leaned his back towards the wall, watching their reflection in the mirror. “he didn’t deserve you. he never did.”

as they slowly, with lots of reluctance let go of each other’s hands, another atmosphere built up. they didn’t have to say anything, they knew what they thought. next to the warmth and love filling the air, there was also a sense of safety. they felt safe with each other. she wasn’t just amara anymore, the person he fell in love with and wanted to show her his love. she had changed into amara, the person he felt safe with that he loved. 

the first time they had been in this situation, the roles were reversed and he had to hold on to the hope of it all, that they would meet again. that she wouldn’t push him back, and she hadn’t. so even though she had never been his, he had lived for her. given things up for her because his sense of amore had been so innocent, so hopeful that their faiths would intertwine. 

“so… i can count on you cheering me on from your couch?”

she nodded firmly, “no place i would rather be at that time,” she replied in the same cheerful tone, her soft smile still decorating her face. “by the way, it wouldn’t have been a goodbye kiss,” she added as kylian stepped through the door, her words making the french forward stop and turn around.

“well, this isn’t a goodbye, cherié,” he responded, “just a, see you soon.”

both were grinning widely when amara closed the door behind her. a cocktail of emotions rushed through her, her mind replaying the past few minutes in her head over and over. her hand reached for her cheek, the touch of his lips on her cheek still recent. even as she sat down on the couch, her mind still thought back to the moment they had shared at the door, their step forward. 

even kylian couldn’t wipe the smile of his face as he made his way home. he ignored the questionable look from his chauffeur, his mind still thinking back to the moment that had just happened. the soft and gentle kiss he had left on her cheek held much more significance. it was a symbol for their step forward. 

𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄:

AMARA: i kind of miss you guys scratch that, i actually miss you so much

LIYAH: this bitch drunk again?

r u drunk again?  you’re only emotional when you’re drunk

AMARA: can’t a girl miss her besties

GRACE: nah, she’s definitely drunk we literally talk to each other over the phone every day in case you forgot, i’m your pr-manager

AMARA: choke i’m not drunk i just miss seeing you, it’s been weeks

GRACE: aww, we miss seeing your beautiful face too

GRACE: but she’s kind of right, it’s actually been kind of long since we all saw each other

AMARA: paris is lonely without y’all next girls night out is on me

LIYAH: we’re sorry not everybody can go into hiding immediately

AMARA: acting as if i did this on purpose anyway i’m bored by the way, did you see the article about e*an and his girlfriend at the MTV awards?

LIYAH. i thought we agreed not to talk about this asshole anymore BUT LIKE SAME  AND THE WAY THEY’RE SAYING, YOUR THE ONE LEFT BEHIND

GRACE: we can always sue them if you want this was more than just talking about henderson and his new trophy girlfriend they woke up and chose violence

AMARA: it’s the part where they say ‘i pale in comparison to her’ like, i’m sorry my job is not to just sit still and look pretty

LIYAH: that nepo baby has probably never worked even lifted a finger to work for something

GRACE: don’t worry i’ll take care of it and e*an will definitely eat his words “not truly working between us” THAT BITCH

AMARA: his text messages say different but who cares?

GRACE: do me the favour though and don’t go on social media rn, it’s shitty there

LIYAH: gracey’s kind of right, it does look bad at the moment AMARA: dw wasn’t planning to anyway, i’m over it already so liyah, how was fashion week?

LIYAH: great lots of free alcohol and great clothes

AMARA: where was it again?

LIYAH: in the south of france monaco = lots of casinos and alcohol

GRACE: speaking of monaco…

LIYAH: yesssss

AMARA: liyahhhhhhhh

LIYAH: amaraaaaaaaa

AMARA: WHAT’S THIS GRACE JUST SEND ME PRIVATELY? YOU HAVE A NEW MAN? YOU BAGGED CHARLES LECLERC!!!!

GRACE: AND SHE PROBABLY WOULDN’T HAVE TOLD US IF WE DIDN'T ASK AFTER FASHION WEEK

LIYAH: guys….

AMARA:

THIS YOU?

LIYAH: i didn’t know it spread this quick but let me add, his ferrari collection>>>>> and he feeds me pasta everyday

GRACE:

SPILL BITCH

AMARA: yess, we wanna know the deeds how did this shit happen

LIYAH: well, i was supposed to go on blind date but asshole never showed up charles ordered me a bottle of wine and joined me later than, apparently he saw me being sad

GRACE: omgggg

one night stand??

LIYAH: nahhh we went on a few days before he popped the question and he’s literally amazing skilled everywhere

AMARA: damn, girl not even james made you swoon like that

GRACE: she deep in

LIYAH: james could have never let’s not disrespect charles like that james would have never let me drive his pista

AMARA:

PISTA? A FERRARI PISTA

LIYAH: he has a customized one

AMARA:

JEALOUSSSS (don’t you dare quote my song now)

GRACE: but like, how’s it going?

LIYAH: he’s so charming and cute and perfect.  i feel like every adjective i try to use does not fit, it’s too good.  and his smile — his smile is adorable.  especially with his dimples. impossible not to fall for him.”

AMARA:

WE NEED TO MEET HIM ASAP

GRACE: he got our girl down bad

AMARA: she’s actually in love

LIYAH: but like jokes aside, i really like him like him and me are

there are no situationships, no toxic exes it’s perfection — well, more like he’s perfection and brings out the best in me

AMARA: she’s in love let’s hope he doesn’t screw it up like james did.

GRACE: if he does, ferrari red won’t be the only one he’s seeing

AMARA: but we can’t wait to meet him in person

LIYAH: how about we stop talking about my man and focus on the reason, amara’s hyped again

GRACE: YES CAUSE WHY IS THIS BITCH CALLING ME AT TWO O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING

LIYAH: AND DON’T EVEN TRY TO DENY IT WE’VE KNOWN YOU FOR YEARS

GRACE: SPILL THE BEANS

AMARA: don’t know what you’re talking about there’s no one

LIYAH: at least try to sound convincing

we’re your best friends your soul sisters

GRACE: by definition it’s our job to pry into your life

LIYAH: TELL US, WHO GOT YOU DOWN

AMARA: fine so there’s this guy, kylian and we met here

LIYAH: SHE ACTUALLY HAS A MAN

GRACE:

AMARA: not gonna lie my heart is going crazy for him like he is kind of perfect

GRACE: OMGGG WHAT HAS THIS BITCH BEEN KEEPING FROM US

LIYAH: SPILL what’s he like?

AMARA: he’s incredibly talented firstly and his smile could literally light up a room

LIYAH: IT’S GETTING GOOD

AMARA: idk how to describe but like we just click, we don’t have to say anything but immediately understand each other and he’s actually making me laugh and keeps up with my sarcasm

GRACE:

LIYAH: SHE IS DOWN BAD

GRACE: does he know you feel bout him that way?

AMARA: he knows like, we both know that we have feelings but i told him, i’m not ready and he understands that said, he was willing to wait for me

GRACE: KEEP HIM

LIYAH: HE’S PERFECT

GRACE: what does he even look like?

AMARA:

LIYAH: WHO IS THAT? WAIT I THINK I KNOW HIM

GRACE: DAMN AMARA WHAT THE HELL BITCH HOW COULD YOU KEEP HIM FROM US

LIYAH: HE’S THAT PLAYER FROM PSG RIGHT? THE FRENCH STRIKER SCORED THREE GOALS IN THE WC FINAL??

GRACE: A FOOTBALL PLAYER? AMARA??? INCOMING FACETIME CALL:

giggling, amara accepted the call quickly, her smile widening as she stared at her two best friends. her laugh intensified, looking at liyah’s serious face.

“usually, i am the first to veto football players but if he’s anything like what you told us,” liyah trailed off excitingly, “if you don’t go for him, i will personally smack the shit out of you.” liyah threatened jokingly, “that man literally has you smiling like the cheshire cat and—”

“is that his hoodie?” grace cut her off, pointing at the navy blue sweatshirt on amara’s body. their eyes immediately spotted the small number seven, engraved at the top corner of the shirt.

she looked away shyly, nodding and instantly laughing at the shocked faces of her friends. “he gave it to me, sort of support. said that, if i can’t come to his matches, then at least i’ll be supporting him through my phone.”she explained, smiling brightly.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?” grace questioned her incredulously, while liyah was still looking for words to describe the behavior of their friend. “HE IS DOWN FOR YOU.”

“girls, it’s not that easy. i like him, i truly do but things are not the same for me as they were for you and charles.” amara muttered, her smile shining less. “i can’t just go for him.”

their expressions were soft, a certain fondness for their best friend recognizable as they looked at her. liyah spoke first, “if this is because of evan, i can promise you, it’s not going to be like that the next time. this time, we’re here and not those fake, backstabbing snakes. and the moment we see a red flag in kylian, we’ll make sure he never ever plays football again.”

she sighed heavily, hands running frustratingly over her face. “i am a mess at the moment. i can’t even step outside because of this stupid scandal. and he’s kylian, france’s golden boy. he doesn’t deserve to be dragged down because of me.” she confessed, a heavy weight falling off her shoulders. 

“amara, the last thing you need to do is think of yourself as a burden.” grace told her in a scolding tone, “kylian is old enough to choose whom he wants to associate himself with. and if chose you, that’s because he likes you. you literally said that he was willing to wait till you were ready to move forward.”

“men like them only come once in a lifetime,” liyah added to support grace’s statement. “and sometimes you just have to trust. don’t take this as me pushing you to get into a relationship but we want you to figure it out. you’re the only one who knows when you’re ready or not and neither your reputation nor your career are going to change that. it’s just you.”

“is it even a good idea for two celebrities to date? i don’t need a repeat of what happened with evan. this thing escalates again and i’m done,” she explained worriedly. “i am trying to rise from the ashes. i can do it once but if this fails, i can’t do it twice. and the risk of it is too high for me.”

amara jumped when suddenly a pillow was thrown towards the camera, rolling her eyes lightly at liyah’s antics. she was known for her way of always overdramatizing everything. 

this time was no different. 

“mar, honestly i don’t really know if kylian is the right guy. the only thing I know though is that he cares. and maybe he’s not the right person. but at least you’ll have tried.” grace assured her, smiling softly at her while liyah held her thumbs up. “sometimes you have to kiss several frogs to find your prince.”

“you’ve got no idea how thankful i am for this,” she replied thankfully, accepting grace’s advice. “truly do not know where i would be without you two.”

standing up from the sofa, she rummaged through her notebooks till she found the one she had opened recently and wrote her newest song down. she brought it back to her place, sitting down again and listening to her two best friends talk as she edited her lyrics. she must have spaced out very quickly since suddenly, a high pitched scream was heard through her phone. 

“OMG, SHE’S WRITING!” liyah exclaimed, making amara look up in shock. she was met with a gleeful expression on liyah’s face, looking at the camera and a similar looking one on grace. “NEW MUSIC IS COMING!”

grace shook her head at liyah even though they were used to it by now. “is that the project you told me about? the one from two o’clock in the morning?”

amara gave a nod and smiled at the excitement in her friends’ faces. “songwriting is on again, i guess.”

“you said, you were taking a pause.”

“no, i was just in a slump because of my mediocre second album,” amara objected quickly, “but now i’m high on motivation again and i’m keen on beating those critics and haters, who called me forgettable.”

“is the song already finished?” grace asked her curiously. “do you want me to arrange something for recording or?”

amara closed the small notebook, placing it on the table in front of her. “no, i want to write several ones before i even think of going to the studio. like i said, this time i need to exceed. not just reach my expectation but exceed them. and i’m going to do that.”

“damn, where’s the inspiration coming from?” liyah exclaimed. 

amara smirked, mischievous glint apparent in her eyes. “he gave it to me.”

𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄:

AMARA: kylian? u awake?

KYLIAN: always

AMARA: i actually wrote a song today

KYLIAN: it’s mine right?

AMARA: score a goal for me and we’ll see

KYLIAN: this is torture

AMARA: writing a song is not for everyone takes time and patience not that you’d know

KYLIAN: can i at least know what it’s about?

AMARA: about a certain football player who thinks he’s the best in world and needs to be humbled with a disstrack

KYLIAN:

a disstrack? when have i ever offended you

AMARA: i rate constantly stealing my food as a crime by the way, shouldn’t you be asleep right now you have a match tomorrow

KYLIAN: one we’ll easily win

AMARA: boy, you’re not man city get off your high horse

KYLIAN: your ego is just as bad as mine i never even asked you what’s your favorite team?

AMARA: olympique marseille a shame, they’re always losing in classicos

KYLIAN: fr now

AMARA: liverpool fc ynwa always cheers me up and now go to sleep before i block you i expect a hat-trick tomorrow

KYLIAN: i’ll even score four if that makes you happier

AMARA: don’t tempt me mbappé

KYLIAN: don’t block me pls

AMARA: then go to bed

KYLIAN: fine maman

AMARA:

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DRESS ➺ k.mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — a day at home with red wine in the mix, always guarantees for an eventful night with heavy feelings developing in the mix

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 6.2k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — dress [taylor swift]

mon amour — masterlist

amara imani would like to take her statement back. she did not hate her life anymore.

since the arrival of the french striker in her life, a lot of things had taken a tour around for her. he had taken such a big place in it, he had even managed to change her perspective on her own situation. in the one and a half months they had known each other, kylian had become her closest friend and ally. 

the moment kylian had texted her, they had immediately taken off where they had left. conversation with him was easy and she never felt the pressure of having to fit someone’s image of her. he made it comfortable. the feeling of deep drowning in the sea started to become less and less, and breathing got easier. 

but next to that, he had also been there for her, emotionally and physically. whenever she had been down due to the press still trashing her in every of their articles, he had been the one she called. for every rant, every breakdown and every support, he had been the one on the other end of the line. to cheer her up, the two would spend nights watching rom-coms and eating take-out which usually went against his diets but he couldn’t care less. all that mattered to him was that she smiled again. 

that had also been why he had helped her so much with her new apartment. the guilt of renting out a stranger’s apartment as a favor had been eating her up alive so amara had been very happy about kylian’s advice to help her buy one when she had told him about her feelings. usually, he was not one for apartment hunts and hated redecorating, hence why his mother had decorated his home and yet for her, he was willing to get dirty with paint or spend hours in ikea. 

the furnishing of her apartment itself had been largely inspired by pinterest, which kylian had found great pleasure teasing her about. but amara had just ignored him, loving the end result of her apartment. looking around her home, she knew it had all been worth it. the softness of her simple couch, the beige tone of her walls that blended perfectly with the rays of sunshine falling down on her room plant -- she loved every inch of her apartment. 

the sound of the tv played in the back as she read her book calmly. the scent of cinnamon spread through the room, the perfumed candle burning on the small modern table in front of her. snuggling into her couch as she continued to read, she enjoyed the comfort her home extended. it was impossible to not feel a sense of affiliation. 

she was also feeling very welcomed in paris. she found herself very surprised when she remarked she was not bothered by the loud, crowded streets and noises from the busy city. instead she loved living in the french capital, loving its energy and the possibility to speak french again and lose her accent she had caught during her time in england. although she had not made any new friends or acquaintances in paris, putting herself in a lock-down to not draw any unwanted attention to herself, she had settled well into the city.

even funnier was that, since kylian’s arrival in her life, the fact that her career was crashing down, did not bother her as much as it had a month ago. before their encounter, she used to think, her career and voice where all she had, that she was nothing more than that but Kylian had definitely changed that. he had done more than that — he had changed the way she viewed herself. he liked her for being Amara, just Amara and not the personality she wore in public where she was reduced to her voice. 

his aura was just different. but a good different, the kind that lightened everyone’s heart just at the thought of it. he was nothing she had experienced before but it was something amara wanted to bask in. 

just thinking of him spread warmth through her body. he reminded her of a ray of old light that shone at the end of the tunnel, the signal that something better was coming. 

snuggling her legs closer to her body and covering it with her soft, woolen cardigan, she listened mildly to the sound of the birds twittering, a book in hand and no regard or care for the world outside her apartment. except her book and him, nothing else was on her mind. her mind rested in a peaceful state that nothing could bring it out at the moment. 

or so she thought. her moment of silence, quiet solitude and inner peace of mind got disrupted brutally with the sound of her phone ringing, tearing her out of her state of tranquility. there was some annoyance present, outweighed by hesitance as she picked up the phone, ready to face grace again for some bad news. a smile showed up on her face though, when she read kylian’s name on the caller id, relief and annoyance vanishing in an instant. 

she closed her book, putting it down beside her and accepted the call quickly, happy to hear what kylian was about to tell her over the phone. 

“hey kylian,” amara greeted him on the phone, her voice coming out soft and tender. 

“bonjour mara, comment as été ta journée?” he asked, his voice matching the tone she had given him, warmth spreading through the phones.

“actually good — till you called,” she joked, grinning widely at the nickname she had been given by him. “i’m just kidding, it was okay. spend the day reading. i swear, that book was so dusty, because it’s been so long till i bought it. 

“still more productive than me.” he laughed, amara feeling the whole room illuminating just by the sound of it. 

“what can i say?  you spend the day, running after a ball. can’t be that hard,” she retorted sarcastically.

“i haven’t seen you get an offer, where they pay you 82 million per year,”

“that’s because people pay me to see my voice and not the amount of times i net a ball into a net.” she snapped back casually, “anyway, before i get meaner, how was training?”

“comme d’habitude,” kylian replied, waiting a bit before asking his next question, “what do you think of going out for dinner? it’s my treat.”

his question started a war in her. even though her heart started racing and she felt excited at his offer, she hesitated. amara was reluctant to go out again. the fear of being caught in the public and making new headlines scared her more than she had imagined. 

she muted the call, contemplating with herself whether she was ready to step back into the public again. the press were dying for a picture of her again, and amara knew they were ruthless enough to do everything for it. every of her next moves after the cheating scandal were watched with the biggest scrutiny, critics and journalists ready to attack her at the next faux pas. 

there was anxiety deep down in her, an insecurity, created by the press and headlines she had to endure in the past weeks. she struggled with leaving her home, even if it was just to go to the next local bakery. there was a constant battle between her and the public, tearing her down everyday, the fear of destroying her career and reputation even further was bigger than her desire to move on -- she wanted to, desperately but she felt her reluctance. she was afraid. 

she wished for the return of normality in her life but her fear of damaging her career outweighed her desire for it. and amara knew, her fright of being caught outside would ruin the dinner kylian had planned for them. instead of focusing on him, she would be distracted, her attention divided between the looking out for press and the man in front of him. and he didn’t deserve that — kylian deserved a normal first date. 

“je suis tellement désolée,” she began, falling back into her native language, “i think the world of you kylian, i really do. but I'm just not ready for this — for us"

“you don’t have to feel bad,” kylian cut her off, his voice sounding safe and kind, “je te comprends.” — i understand you

“i just don’t want to rush into anything,” she explained to him over the phone, “it’s… je ne sais pas vraiment comment dire, mais… i think i just need some time for myself. i would love it if someday, it went further, but right now i can’t. i want to take this slow, i guess.” — i don’t really know how to say it

her voice was vulnerable, mellifluous some would say, as she spoke. and he could never be mad at her. he had noticed her hesitancy immediately and was somehow not surprised by it. time tended to be a delicate measure in love affairs and he was willing to wait, if that meant he would be able to earn her trust and show how much it meant to him. prove to her that he was everything she needed. “we move at your pace if you want. if you want to go slower, we can go slower. i follow you. we’ll leave this friendship for now as it is and maybe one day, we’ll have that date. but till then, i’ll wait till you’re ready.”

she let out a breath, she didn’t even know she had held, relief washing over her. her heart melted at his words, the way he understood her, respected her choices, and didn’t push her for something she was not ready — it felt nice to have a partner, an ally like him in her life. 

“merci ky,” she thanked him gratefully, “thank you so much for understanding. how about you just come over?”

“i’d like that,” he responded, amara smiling when he accepted her offer. “do you want me to bring take out?”

“please do,” amara exclaimed, moaning at the thought of food. “there’s no way i’ll leave my couch except if it’s to pee.”

he laughed and she could just imagine the sight of that, watching his dimples appear again. “if you say so…”

“i can promise you, i did not plan on cooking tonight.” 

“well, then it’s good, i’m coming over with food.” he bragged sassily, followed by short laughter. “and again, i’m saving amara imani from dying.”

“just hurry up, please?”

“i’m on my way, cherié.” 

ending the call, an immense giggle left her lips, surprising her so much, she clasped her hand in front of her mouth to stop herself but it was useless— she still bursted out laughing, smiling brightly from one ear. the effect kylian had on her truly amazed her.

the ring of her doorbell pulled her out of her light slumber, groaning as she stretched her arms. her couch might have been comfortable but the position she fell asleep in definitely wasn’t. the novel she had started right after finishing the previous one had bored her so much, she hadn’t even noticed how her eyelids became heavier and heavier and the words she read suddenly didn’t make any sense to her anymore. there had been no point of change, the next moment her eyelids closed, she had left them in their state, falling into a light sleep. 

her body made it clear that she was tired, the way she had to drag it off the couch to get to the door. she wasn’t expecting anyone except kylian so she didn’t waste any time, trying to fix herself up a bit before opening the door. but she wouldn’t need to anyway. in kylian’s eyes, she could wear a potato bag and still be the most beautiful woman in the world (even though she would disagree wholeheartedly).

opening the door, amara’s eyes landed immediately on the brown paper bag, the french striker was holding in his right hand, standing outside her door. 

“you brought lunch,” amara stated plainly, her mouth starting to water when her nose caught a small scent of the food.

“actually dinner, considering it’s past six,” he retorted jokingly, entering her apartment. even though he had been over several times, kylian still felt a sense of pride, whenever he looked around. the countless hours he had spent, rummaging through magazines, walking through ikea had paid off. he noticed in her behavior that she felt at home. 

“i don’t even remember what i had for breakfast— did i even have breakfast?” she murmured in front of her, a satisfied expression apparent on her face. it changed quickly though to an embarrassed one, when suddenly a grumble was heard and it was clear that the origin of the sound was her stomach. 

“well, i brought,” he began, opening the brown bag and taking out its contents, “alfredo pasta with chicken,” he placed the meal on the marble kitchen counter, “a chicken caesar salad and,” he trailed off, grinning widely at her. “this beauty.” to amara’s surprise, he held up the bottle of red wine he had brought with him, which she recognized immediately.

“how did you—, i can’t even remember— what the hell?” every attempt she tried to form a sentence failed despairingly. the shock on her face was visible, she was clearly taken back. especially because she couldn’t remember even have told him about her tase of wine. 

kylian’s grin only widened at the sight of seeing amara speechless, happy to see he had somewhat the same effect on her as she had on him. “you mentioned it once during our movie nights… think it was when we were watching that movie about how to get rid of a guy and this clingy girl. anyway, you told me this was your favorite.”

this time, an unknown kind of warmth spread through her chest and her whole body. of course, her attraction for him grew even more but there was also something else. he remembered something she couldn’t even recall, whether she had ever mentioned it. but the fact that he had, warmed her heart. she felt seen, something that was very rare with evan. 

she took the bottle from his hands, accepting it thankfully. “i don’t think anyone has ever gifted me wine before, let alone my favorite.” she admitted quietly, hugging the bottle a little closer to her body. 

“i am glad to be the first one,” he replied softly and held out a fork, “so which one’s gonna be? pasta or salad?”

“i think…,” she started, pushing the bowl with the salad towards him, while reaching for the one with the pasta in it, “your nutritionist will start to hunt me down if i let you eat any more unhealthy take-out food so you take the salad.”

“well, ice cream and rom-coms sound so much better than salad and tread miles, tu ne trouve pas?” he commented rhetorically, grabbing his food that had been assigned to him and plopping down onto the sofa. he tapped on the free space next to him, waiting for her to join him. amara rolled her eyes but still followed his request, sitting down next to him, and hugging her legs closer to her body. “so, how’s my song going?” — don’t you think?

the nigerian singer rolled her eyes playfully at the star football player, preferring to eat her dinner than talk about her career even if she knew he meant it jokingly. a moan left amara’s lips as soon as the food hit her mouth, her taste senses immediately overwhelmed by the sensation of it. she wasn’t aware she had been this hungry till she had actually started to eat the food kylian had brought. her head fell back in satisfaction, ignoring the way kylian made fun of her. it was just her and her food.

“it’s in preparation,” she retorted shortly, going back to her food again. “but i should ask you, how many goals have you already scored for me? and what about my champions league?”

“there were tons of goals for you,” he bragged, shrugging his shoulders and waving dismissively. “the question is how many albums and songs are you gonna dedicate to me if i do win you a champions league?”

she scoffed, almost offended that he thought she couldn’t measure up to the significance of a champions league. “i’m gonna dedicate a whole tour to you if you do.”

“i’m gonna have a whole cabinet of trophies just for you.”

“you should put them right next to the cabinet with my grammys” amara replied sweetly, sarcasm clear in her voice. “along with your world cup trop-- stop stealing my food, kylian.” she cut herself off, exclaiming the last part of her sentence when kylian tried again to steal some of her pasta. 

“but i don’t want the salad,” he wailed, poking at the lettuce leaves on his plate. 

“t’aurais dû apporter plus de nourriture. it’s not mine you’re gonna get.” — you should have brought more food

“I’ll buy you some more”

“not gonna work,” she said firmly, pushing her bowl closer to her chest. kylian turned, acting as if he turned back to his plate before attacking hers again, making amara shriek by surprise at the attack on her food. “kylian!”

he held his hand up in defeat, knowing Amara was too stubborn and wouldn’t budge. “fine, fine,” the French striker said, bringing his attention back to his salad. the chicken Caesar salad wasn’t bad but he would choose pasta any day over green lettuce, after all he had never been a big fan of vegetables, only eating them when necessary. “so… what do you say, we listen to some music?”

“as long as it’s not my own, hit play.” she commented simply, “and i swear i will ban you from this apartment if you put any french rap.”

“come on, you said you loved French rap.” he objected, reaching for his phone and the bluetooth box on the small cabinet. 

“no kylian, i said that to stop you crying about your shit taste in music.”

“it’s not that bad.”

she scrunched up her face, a thoughtful expression apparent as she contemplated how to deny his statement. “well, anything’s better than your fashion style.”

“please neymar said it was good.”

“and you trust his opinion why?” she shot back quickly, raising an eyebrow.

he looked down, nearly embarrassed. “because he gets all the good reviews on his outfits.” kylian admitted shyly, not facing her as she let out a laugh.

“well, yours are shit.”

“now, you’re just being mean.”

“shouldn’t have tried to steal my food.”

“your still mad?” he exclaimed, “i told you i would buy you more.”

she shook her head, starting to collect their used dishes. standing up, she headed straight for the kitchen, putting their plates directly in the dishwasher, not in the mood to get her hands dirty. 

“do you want a hug?” kylian called after her, grinning widely. “i know it’s not food but it might also make you feel better.”

a shy smile sneaked onto her face, a chuckle leaving her lips at his proposal. grabbing a corkscrew, she returned back to her place with the bottle of wine he had gifted her. “I want the wine you brought me.”

“i can’t drink, i have training tomorrow,” kylian mumbled, rejecting the glass of wine she had held out to him and put his phone back down again, the lyrics of je te laisserai des mots starting to sound through the bluetooth box. 

“that’s okay, i can drink for two.” shrugging, she filled the red liquid into her glass.

“way to make me feel better.”

“i try.” she replied softly, closing the gap that separated her from the warmth of kylian’s body. 

there was silence between them, comfortable peace listening to the music. as the soft piano of the french ballad lulled them into a sense of comfort, amara snuggled into his body, resting her head on his shoulder as she sipped on her wine.

“you know the wine tastes better when you drink it with me,” she muttered, laughing lightly as the stunning song ended — and one of hers began. 

“oh…,” he noted, once he recognized her voice. he scrambled for his phone that lay on the white table in front of the couch, hurrying to skip the song but amara prevented him from doing so by grabbing his right arm. 

a fond smile graced her lips, “you can leave it,” she admitted gently. “i’m just surprised you even had me in your playlist.”

again, he looked at her, embarrassment clearly visible on his face. “i kind of asked neymar about you and he just grabbed my phone. i didn’t know he added this.”

she reached for his phone and restarted the song — and to kylian’s surprise, started to sing along. 

as she began to sing along to the lyrics of her own song, kylian found himself again completely mesmerized by her. the way her voice immediately adapted and matched the rhythm of the slow, r&b song — she could not be more perfect in his eyes. except her voice and the usual noises from the typical parisian life that sounded through the windows, it was quiet in the apartment. his heart filled with love and admiration for the woman in front of him. he had longly stopped listening to the lyrics but he didn’t care — all that mattered was her angelic, soothing voice. if kylian could, he would save it as his ringtone but at the same time, he would have hated the idea — he wanted this moment to be remembered by them and only them, and not some third part — this was for them. if he had had doubts about them before, about the way his feelings progressed so quickly, they were all gone now. all he wanted was to call her his, to hear her say, he was hers. 

two minutes passed, spent with her singing and him listening to her happily before the final notes of the song faded into the comfortable silence. kylian instantly began clapping, showering her in compliments as the melody of the new song started to sound over the bluetooth box but amara gave no quite reaction. a wave of sadness washed over her, grief and sorrow settling in and darkening the comfy vibe they had created. 

noticing her silence and the change in her behavior, with amara not even replying to one of his compliments, he looked at her and reached out to put an arm around her. he pulled her closer to his chest, making sure not to spill her glass with wine. 

“it’s just weird…,” she began, staring holes into the ceiling, “it’s one of my favorites songs and yet i also hate it. i guess everything is just still there.”

“is it possible for me to love a song when i was in such a bad place at that time?” she asked the french striker, taking small sips from her glass of wine. 

“it’s not always the team that plays better that wins.” kylian noted, his gaze shifting to the black woman on his chest staring at the ceiling. 

she chuckled “he never kept his promises,” amara confessed, referring to her song. “i kept all of them. he never kept his.”

“i may not have spent evenings cooking dinner for him naked but i did cook. and i spent endless nights waiting for him to come home. dressed up nicely because i thought it would make him finally pay attention to me,” she scoffed, realizing just how stupid she sounded, “he has probably no idea how it feels, waiting for someone to come home and instead waking up to new cheating rumors and scandals. and whenever i confronted him about it, he painted me as the jealous bitch. it’s what inspired me to write this.”

“did he cheat on you before this?” kylian questioned and amara let out a loud laugh. 

“countless times,” she answered, taking a big gulp from her wine. “there were tons of cheating scandals. i was lucky they never made it into the press or were able to be demented. but he definitely depicted me as the stupid, naive girlfriend…  he made a fool out of me,” amara recounted, venom lacing in her voice as she explained her part. 

she took a deep breath, “he didn’t love me. he loved the idea of me, the rising star girl who had the potential to become the next beyoncé. i was publicity for him, nothing more. amara didn’t exist, amara imani the singer was present.”

“were you happy?” he asked her quietly, his voice matching her volume. “i mean, was there a moment where you were happy?”

she shrugged, clueless as to how she should answer his question. “i don’t know. maybe at the beginning, when everything was fresh and going well. but the deeper it went, the more fucked up it became. like i said in the song, i loved making him jealous because at least there, i felt appreciated. making him jealous was proving to me that he still had some feelings for me, it was all i had left of our relationship in the end.”

listening to her woes, kylian felt his heart bleed with hers. anger flamed up inside him but he needed to be the bigger person for her, he would be everything he wasn’t for her. she had exposed her vulnerability in front of him, wore her heart on a sleeve and he swore to himself to protect it. all the ugly scars and marks and yet she shone brighter than any trophy. her heart was gold, authentic and pure - and worth more than any ballon d’or he could receive. 

he swore to himself he would be the person she always needed. the one who held her when she was at her lowest, the one who cheered and supported her when she was at her highest. his desire and determination to be the man she deserved and needed outmatched his own want for a champions league — she was the bigger picture, worth more than football.

“he didn’t deserve you, he never did,” kylian muttered. “and i am so sorry about what you had to go through in your own relationship. no one deserves to feel unfulfilled in their own relationship. but i can promise you, whether it we will be me or another man, you will be treated like the queen you are in your next one. it’s the least you deserve.”

amara lifted herself up from his chest and stared into his eyes, moving her eyes from the ceiling to look at him. suddenly, there was no one mattering except them, they were in their own world. time seemed to stand still as they wandered through universes together, the sorrowful atmosphere replaced with a delicate one, filled with passion and chemistry.

they were able to hear each other’s heart beats, pumping in a sync rhythm. they saw nothing but each other, leaning in, wanting to close the space that separated them from feeling each other’s touch. as she wanted to place her hand around his neck though, she accidentally spilled her glass, still filled with red wine, watching as some of it spilled on the white carpet and her top. 

she may not be able to blush but amara was certain, if she could, she would have matched a tomato’s skin color, with the embarrassment she was feeling at the moment. next to embarrassment, anxiety also rose through her body because of kylian’s impending reaction. innerly, she already prepared herself for the disappointment and anger, just waiting for when he would lash out. after all, he had spend an entire day helping her with the couch and carpet just for it to be stained now with red spots.

memories flashed through her mind, remembering how this had happened with evan and he had spent ten whole minutes, yelling at her, cursing her for her clumsiness. she wouldn’t be mad if kylian was angry at her, she was used to it. 

since the floor wasn’t opening and swallowing her as she would have preferred, amara excused herself swiftly and disappeared into the bathroom, hoping that if she was quick enough, she would still be able to save the evening. her hands were trembling and she felt her legs shaking due to her mind constantly reminding her what had happened with evan, the last time something like this had happened. she sighed frustratingly, trying to restore her composure. 

kylian on the other hand, wondered why she had rushed out so quickly. he didn’t understand what was so embarrassing about spilling some wine— he had done it a thousand times and it never bothered him or made him mad. if she thought he would lash out on her, kylian was sure, he would start to hunt down evan henderson — it didn’t take a genius to figure out that her reaction was a result from past trauma. but he could never be mad at her. 

he grabbed some papers from the kitchen roll along with a few cleaning tools and started to clean up the small stains she had left. it wasn’t much, with the majority of the wine spilling on amara’s shirt rather than on the carpet. he wasn’t judging her from walking away so quickly, wanting her to know that she would never have to worry about anger with him. 

after he had managed to somewhat erase the red stains from the carpet, he headed for her bedroom, remembering the big spot on her shirt. luckily for him, he had been there when she had organized her dressing room, not planning on spending twenty minutes to find her a comfortable top. after some looking around, he finally settled for a simple rose oversized shirt, thinking about how she had named the color as her favorite. 

walking to the bathroom, he entered it quietly and found amara at the sink, trembling as she tried to get rid of the stain in her shirt. she was rubbing the fabric aggressively, her legs trembling as they tried to withstand the amount of energy. 

“tout va bien?” kylian asked her slowly, making her look up and her expression slowly turned from embarrassed to surprised. he held up the pink oversized shirt hesitantly, not really sure if he chose the right one. “i’m not really sure if you’d like to this one, it’s the first i found but i could always—” —is everything okay?

“thanks ky,” cutting him off, she thanked him, sending him a small smile through the window. he turned around, waiting for her to change out of the dirty shirt into the clean one. as she gave him a signal that she had changed, he turned back and took place next to her on the floor. “sorry for ruining the event.”

“don’t say that, you didn’t ruin anything.” he objected immediately. 

“you don’t have to lie, i’m used to it. i always ruin evenings.”

he shook his head, sighing at her stubbornness. “i guarantee you, you didn’t ruin anything mara.” 

“it kind of feels like that,” she admitted, deflating. “not that it would be the first time.”

he put an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to his chest again, like they had sat on the sofa thirty minutes ago. “mara, i know he made you feel like this but i can assure you, spilling wine is a normal thing. it was an accident and accidents are what make us human. so, stop apologizing for ruining the night because you certainly did not.”

her eyes traveled up to his, staring at him in admiration. “i admire you, kylian, honestly i do so much.”

“me too,” the psg player stated, earning a light slap from amara on his shoulder. “ouch.”

“be serious for once,” she responding in a scolding tone, widening his smile. “i mean it.”

“i did too. he may have made you think that it is unacceptable to make mistakes but i can assure you, you can make hundreds of them. this is what makes up human,” he replied softly, gazing at the woman on his chest. “and if it makes you feel better, this is the best not-date dinner that i have ever had in my life.”

“same,” she agreed, cuddling even closer. “they don’t know about us, right? or that night?” she asked somewhat nervously but it was only detectable in der undertone.

“no, I looked. it’s all right. they’ve got no idea about me and you.” he replied, a sincere smile forming on his face.

“merci kylian. you’re a true lifesaver, on and off the pitch.” she thanked him. “and now please explain to me, how the hell did neymar talk you into thinking your outfits were good.”

he let out a loud laugh but nonetheless started explaining with amara interrupting him from time to time to leave some sidemarks. but they were comfortable as they sat on the bathroom floor. 

the sound of water drops falling from the tap they had just used was heard behind them, and amara couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions. from the start, when they had met, she had known that kylian would be different from him. yet, this moment, as simple as it was, was special to her.

the way she found herself drawn to him — she had never had those kinds of emotions with evan, felt the attraction towards his personality.

the little twinkle in kylian’s eyes as he talked about how football had always been his passion, didn’t go unnoticed by her. there was just something so captivating, endearing even about the way he spoke. she found herself hanging on to his every word, fascinated by his intelligence, his wit and unique perspective. she felt safe and understood in those four walls.

and then there were his two small dips at the line of his smile, that she wasn’t sure whether they were dimples or not but couldn’t get herself to care. for her, they were the most adorable thing next to his smile. whenever they appeared, amara found herself completely mesmerized by it — for her, they were the most beautiful thing. 

just watching him talk, she realized just how much of an effect he had on her. it was happening quickly but yet so calm and hesitant, there was no denying of her growing feelings for the french striker. but she liked that it was happening at her own pace.

so here they were, sitting on the bathroom floor with red wine-stained clothes, talking about the world with no care for what is going on outside. they were in their own bulb, and god forbid, someone brought them out of it. with every second that passed, amara realized that she had found something special in kylian. he was becoming hers.

it was late, probably one or two o’clock in the morning and yet energy was pumping through amara’s veins. kylian had left a few hours ago, bidding goodbye due to having training in the morning and since then, amara could not rest. 

while they were sitting on the floor, talking about the world and god, she had suddenly been hit with inspiration. all of a sudden, words in her head started to make sense and build lyrics, perfect for a new song. and the more he talked, the brighter she got. 

as soon as he had left, amara grabbed a new notebook and started writing the lyrics into it, trying to build as much as she could. it was now well past midnight and she had almost finished a whole new song. 

truthfully, there were still some holes but that was nothing she couldn’t fix. going over the words she had written, she immediately noticed the reason why it had been so easy for her to write. all the words written on the paper described one man and her feelings towards him: kylian. 

and the longer she thought about it, the more she knew what she had to do. she grabbed her phone, immediately swiping up her contacts lists and pressed on grace’s contact icon. she should have felt bad about waking her friend up that early but excitement for her new song definitely outweighed her guilt. 

“hello,” a sleepy voice answered on the phone, grace. 

“gracey, i’ve got amazing news.”

a loud groan was heard at the other side of the line. “amara, do you have any idea which time it is? i was sleeping.”

“sorry but i just had to tell you. i wrote a new song. and i’m ready.”

���ready for what?” her manager asked her, seeming confused. 

“i am done hiding and i’m planning big for my comeback.”

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𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 -> 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆?

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — after the release of her latest album, amara imani has everyone questioning who she declared her love to

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @locedes @lorarri

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If you haven’t listened to amara imani’s newest album, “mon amour” yet, then truly … WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?

the so-called princess of pop and r&b came back nearly two years after her career and image took a major hit and released a whole new album, with more to come, to declare her undying love to her new beau.

even though the album is only a few days old, it has already climbed the charts and positioned itself on the top. after beyoncé, amara imani is the second black woman to have her entire album in the top of the charts after only a few days. and in addition to that, she broke the record of most streams in one day on spotify and apple music. it seems that everybody wants to be part of her new lovestory.

the nigerian singer wrote fourteen astonishing love ballads about love and the feeling of experiencing it and even added two more (streets, best part ft. h.e.r & daniel caesar) after the successful numbers of her album.

but the question we’ve all been asking ourselves is of course: WHO IS SHE DECLARING HER LOVE TO? we are truly dying to know who the new man is who was able to make amara imani write an entire love album for. after all, we can count on our hands how many songs ex-boyfriend evan henderson had gotten during their relationship (and not all of those were about positive things).

the singer has confirmed that there is a new man present in her life with posts, where the singer is seen with a love struck expression on her face as well as talking in about him on jimmy fallon about her new relationship but has not revealed his identity yet. imani was also spotted with a new ring on her finger, which must have certainly been a present from her new boyfriend but has not been seen with him yet in public.

but even without knowing who her new beau is, we can all be assured that he loves her if he was the inspiration for mon amour. after listening to pov and lover, i’m sure we can all agree that we all want to be loved like that.

whether amara imani has planned a world tour is unsure yet, after the events of her last one but one thing is undebatable — again, amara imani has exceeded our expectation with her love ballad album. we desperately hope to hear an announcement or confirmation soon, so we can all thank the man who made amara imani write such a beautiful masterpiece.

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani thank u so much for allowing me to place myself next to beyoncé in history. this is truly incredible and i am thanking everyone for their support, no matter where — streets and best part OUT NOW, hope you enjoy

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username when i say streets has become my new anthem, I MEAN IT

username FR CAUSE THAT SONG HAS NO RIGHT TO BE THAT GOOD

graceywood so proud of how the covers turned out, especially that second one 😏

amara.imani i’ll tell him that he did a good job

username NAH AMARA DOES NOT PLAY, SHE SERVED

username but also her with daniel caesar >>>> THAT SONG HAD ME IN MY FEELS

username i felt single the whole time because no one will probably ever love me like that

liyah_clark again another slayyyy, proud of you 🫶🏾

amara.imani did you force everyone to listen to it again?

charles_leclerc yes she did

maxverstappen1 THAT’S A LIE, liyah never forced us to listen, it’s all charles and his fangirling

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jkeey4 amazing song amara, another one of my faves

amara.imani thank you so much jules 🫶🏾

𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me

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username MADAM 💀

graceywood who is that fine lady, is she single?

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amara.imani maybe…

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amara.imani omg i’m dating an idiot

k.mbappé a very handsome idiot

amara.imani an idiot that is about to be single

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 -> k. mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where a destructive article leads to several insecurities but also an evening of love and the creation of new songs

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this chapter contains misogyny, mentions of cheating false accusations and anxiety/panic attacks

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 7.8k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — this love [taylor swift], romantic [korede bello], delicate [taylor swift], sexual healing [marvin gaye]

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life hated her. it was clear that it had some sort of grudge against her, that she had wronged someone because no one who was innocent deserved this — not even on her worst enemies would she wish this sort of punishment and yet it happened to her.

she didn’t know what made it so hard — where had she gone wrong so terribly? taken the wrong turn that had led to her driving into a hole?

a feeling of failure welled up inside her. anything she touched got ruined, red roses turned black by the instant she touched them. why did he hate her so much?

she would never know. she had never given him a reason to hate her. Even if one day they would break up, she would have never resented him. sure their relationship has their ups and downs with lots of on and off but she had never expected him to hold such a grudge against her.

it should have been her, she should be the one to be mad, angry, it was her right to play the scorned woman after he had cheated on her. but instead solitude and secrecy had become her best friends, forced to lay low while he could spread whatever lies lies he wanted, only futhering the damage.

he always knew how to hurt her the most, didn’t he? during the timeline of their relationship it had always been him to hurt her the most, to know exactly around which scars he had to draw stars to extend the pain.

she had gone through eating disorders for him, endured discriminating comments about herself, gave away the love she had for herself — all for him.

usually karma was for the people who had wronged persons, had done them bad but what had she done? it should have been his reputation not hers, the stupid game they had started playing should have ended with her winning and not with her hiding in a city. he always won.

he won at games they played, at arguments, at races they had done together — he had won at everything against her. and she, as stupid as she been, had let him. she had let him win at everything.

clearly, she had been in a bad mental state. because there were signs, signals that she was suffering. but no one picked them up, no one paid attention and she had ruined any relationship she had had with any true friends due, having pushed them away at the request of evan. now she found herself with nothing.

so all in all, she truly regretted him. all the feelings, tears and time she had spent on him had clearly been a waste. qui lui avait mémé dit, de poursuivre un homme qui avais déjà une femme? — who had even told her to go after a man who already had a woman?

whenever she self-reflected she always asked herself the same question. but then again, she wouldn’t have met kylian if it hadn’t been for all this.

the international french striker had somehow opened a world for her that evan had closed. love was about creating and he had created a world full of colors for her after evan had squeezed all the color out of hers. it meant picking up the pieces no matter how small they were because the person was worth it. she was worth it.

kylian had decided that when he had first met her. he had been bored out of his mind, that specific night, before his eyes had spotted her. he had only seen her from the back, but had immediately been intrigued by her. especially because the bartender was serving her drink after drink, which had instantly impressed him. he could count on one hand, the amount of women, he knew that were able to drink like that. needless to say, he had an invisible pull towards her.

and getting to know her had also been a complete blast. after getting over the fact that he was flirting with his celebrity crush (something he hadn’t told anyone about), he was immediately wooed by her, especially her sarcasm and smiley attidue. sure, at the moment it didn’t come out much but when it did, kylian often felt himself fall all over for her again because it was the most beautiful thing on her. he didn’t understand how the medias could write such things about such a lovely person and still wondered how this asshole was able to date such a stunning woman like her. (he was ready to offer his whole contract if someone gave him the answer to his question.)

evan had the upper-hand in her tricky situation and the article made it clear. still, her flop at relationships couldn’t have been that bad, since evan had been the only person she had ever dated. and she certainly wasn’t a narcissistic person. he loved to spin her words around.

amara was the furthest thing from a narcissist. and she had never cheated in her entire life. not even on a basic school test and certainly not on a person. so of course it hurt her when several articles were thrown around, where her ex-boyfriend stated that she had cheated on him in the beginning.

the thing that upset her the most was the way he spun the story. he could have said what he wanted to keep the public on his side. but twisting the whole narrative and telling the public, she didn’t care much about mental health was too far. especially because she still remembered the way he would laugh at her whenever she would have a panic attack. and for him to say now, she always joked about it.

he had never even know how a panic attack felt like — he wouldn’t know the way it crept up slowly. like a tumor that had nested in. it built up slowly without any remarking, but slowly the symptoms were starting to get recognizable. that was anxiety. (something evan had probably never felt and why would he?)

as she read the article, angst started building up and like a maline tumor it spread through her body, leaving her brain for last. the further she read, the further it nestled in. when she had arrived at the end of the article, her hands were trembling and sweat pearls rolled down her forehead. she clutched her phone tightly, dizziness setting in with her vision blurring.

cause was the article that was opened on the display of her phone, the significance of the end of her career, everything she had worked so hard for — vanished with the simple publishing of a few words. her sweat, blood and tears were, all for nothing. the words were mocking her, giving power to the anxiety that had built up in her body. like a bomb and the detonator had just been lit. a wave of panic rushed down, this time anxiety had reached her head.

amara was drifting in a sea of despair and hopelessness, the weight on her shoulders becoming too much for her to bear. all the work, kylian had done was gone — the positive words were replaced by negativity and uncertainty, taking over her rational side.

breathing suddenly became harder, staying awake became difficult. it started in her chest, the first thing that stopped moving, the ache spreading through her body. next it were her legs that disconnected from her mind. she didn’t even acknowledge her body losing stability and collapsing on the ground — her body was there but her mind wasn’t.

before she even realized, amara was grasping for air, her lungs completely cut off from oxygen. her heartbeat raced dangerously, as if activating its survival mode when in case of shortness of breath.

her hands tingled but she wasn’t able to shake them, make it stop. all she could focus on was her career dying, herself dying with it. in a second, amara wasn’t in her room anymore; instead she found herself under water with no air.

the heavy knot in her neck thickened as tears ran down her cheeks. she fought the urge to throw up and tried to keep her food down but the thought of being worthless, of having lost everything was making it hard.

the ringing in her ear became louder, her vision becoming more and more blurrier with the tears. she let go of her phone and put her hand palms on her ears, trying to stop the ringing while also making an effort to breathe but it was getting harder… so much harder for her.

hyperventilating, she pulled her knees into her chest, hugging them tighter even though her hands were shaking violently. she knew what she must have been looking like at the moment, weak, a liability, insecure — but that’s what she was.

she had nothing anymore. the article was just the physical proof of what everybody thought, that she had wasted years of her life trying to become someone she would never be.

was this the moment where whitney houston had decided to drink away her sorrows? the changing moment that had ripped all hope from her? truthfully she wasn’t crying over love, she wasn’t heartbroken but she had poured everything into her career. made sure that it would be her legacy if she ever left and it was all gone now. all gone.

her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of her door, her body going immediately into its “danger” mode. her body, in its disconnected mode, picked up that it was kylian but it didn’t register what he was saying — it was too busy trying to breathe.

amara didn’t notice how he dropped everything and rushed to her side, immediately understanding her state. her mind didn’t acknowledge how he grabbed her hands softly and sat down next to her on the floor. but she started to feel his presence, his warmth.

“heyy…,” he whispered softly but got no response from amara. she looked up at him but it was clear that her mind was everywhere but here. “ca va aller, je suis la.” — it’s going to be okay, i’m here

kylian’s eyes scanned around the hallway till they found amara’s phone with the article still showing on her screen. he wasn’t new to it, he had heard of it this morning when neymar had spoken about it at training and it had taken kylian every of his willpower to continue doing his exercises instead of defending amara like he would have wanted. he had wanted to warn amara but seeing in which state she currently was, it appeared she had been quicker than him.

“okay, mara,” kylian began a nervous undertone in his voice that he tried to hide, “i’m not the best at this but i’ve seen people do it on tv… so hope it works for now — anyway tell me five things you can see?”

she didn’t answer but her eyes were focused on kylian now, meaning she was slowly coming back even though her chest was still moving rapidly. “come on mara, essaie-le pour moi.” — try it for me

her hands affirmed the grip around his, her taking all her will as she tried to speak, “your bag, the magazine… phone, the floor, … your jacket.”

“c’est deja bien ca, on continue,” kylian praised her, “now tell me four things you can touch.” — that’s already good

she nodded, her heartbeat starting to become more frequently, “your hands… the floor, your face and… my phone.”

“okay, it’s actually working,” kylian said but more to himself than to amara, surprised to see that the method he had watched so often actually worked. “three things you can hear?”

“your voice, the traffic,… music from the radio in the kitchen.” she replied, her voice not as shaky anymore. her hands had stopped shaking and the dizziness had faded away.

“maintenant, dit moi… two things you can smell.” he told her reassuringly. — now tell me

“you and… cinnamon from the candle.” she told him hesitantly although her voice had steadied and sweat pearls had stopped rolling down her forehead. Her tears had subsided too but her eyes were still watery.

kylian clapped her hands together, happy for the progress she had made. “see, you’re already doing great. one thing you can taste?”

amara nodded… “my tears, they're kind of salty.”

“And now take small breaths” kylian instructed and amara followed his orders, gripping his hand tighter when she struggled but it helped — minutes passed and her heartbeat became steady again, her body leaving the panic mode again.

“it’s going to be fine mara,” kylian told her softly, his voice coming out faintly but it was loud enough for amara. his presence was calming in the middle of her storm, the hurricane she had seen coming from miles but had chosen to ignore it and live in the ignoring bliss with kylian.

he put his arms around her, hugging her tightly with his arms forming a protective shield around her. the gesture was all it took for amara to break. a crack in the surface and suddenly all liquid started flowing. tears she had thought she had all cried already were rolling down her cheeks rapidly, breaking free in torrents. her sobs shaked her whole body with an intensity she could no longer contain.

kylian was caught by surprise about the intensity of amara’s sobs and cries. tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably, and it didn’t seem to end any time soon. he held her closer, her face burying into his shirt, embracing her weak and fragile state. his heart broke with every sob that amara let out. every tear carried her pain, made it clear that she was hurting.

her body screamed sadness, grief — it was in deep mourning, mourning over her career she had just lost, watched go down the drain. he absorbed her pain, her sufferance, letting her cry it all out. no words he could tell her now would be able to take away that kind of hurting. he was letting her be, mourn the way she should have been the first time instead of trying to hold it all in. his arms had become a sanctuary, safety amara had so often kylian described with — a refuge that let amara express all her grief and take off all the weight on her shoulders.

somehow he felt failure — as if he had failed her. kylian had promised to protect her, make her eyes brighter again and he had thought he had been enough. but their bubble had been burst and both had clashed hard with reality

his grip around her body tightened as he held her firmly, pressing her softly against his chest. His shirt was wet, filled with her tears, and her pain that she had let out in the form of water. the room filled with the sound of amara’s anguish, her cries echoing against the walls.in that moment, time seemed to stand still. he held her close, his arms put up tightly around her like a shield from all the negative thoughts.

“ca va aller cherié,” he whispered along with soothing words, acting like a balm to her wounded soul, and most importantly giving her the safety that she was not alone; that she didn’t have to go through the pain alone. — it’s going to be okay, honey

each second that passed, her sobs started to subside, their intensity getting less and less. soon they were replaced by sad sniffles and hiccups, as she clung to kylian’s chest, finding solace in his presence. there was a sense of comfort in his heartbeat, he radiated life with the rhythm of his heartbeat. the world around them seemed to fade away.

the storm in her had settled and amara slowly started to gather the strength she needed to lift her head from kylian’s chest. she was exhausted and felt even more vulnerable after having a panic attack in front of the french striker. she never wanted for him to see her like that — weak, vulnerable, desperate.

“i ruined your shirt,” amara said quietly, wiping away her tears. “i’m sorry, it’s all wet now because of my tears.”

“it’s a shirt mara, i planned on changing it anyway because of training. don’t apologize for things like that again, you don’t have to.” kylian objected, scolding her lightly. “how do you feel?”

“stupid, weak, empty.” she listed quietly under her breath. “like it was all for nothing.”

“don’t say that. you're worth more than just your career.”

“i was never enough, always too low.”

“you were always enough,” he replied firmly.

she sat up straight again, leaning her back against the wall next to and taking place next to kylian. there was no other way now, she had to do it. her mother had always said, when you love someone you have to be able to let go. it was her time to let kylian go — she wouldn’t drag kylian down with her. this path was destined for her and not him.

her eyes filled with tears, as she turned to look at him. her heart was heavy with emotions. her reputation, tarnished by a turbulent past, had the potential to cast a shadow over their relationship. to hurt him just because he held love for her. and she would never do that to him. amara had started to love him, to feel more for him than a simple crush. time had given that to her and she couldn’t bear to taint him like she tainted everything that she touched.

her voice was shaky, tears had started to run down her face again as she looked at him, met his eyes. “kylian, i think it’s better if we don’t go further than this. you deserve so much more than me.” she swallowed the big lump in her throat before continuing to speak, “my reputation has never been worse and my past should not hold you back from living your best life.”

his eyes widened with surprise, behind them laid concern. “amara, please don’t say that. i promised you that i would stay by your side, through good and bad. i’m not going go leave now. you don’t have to worry about me.”

she sighed, lowering her head, not being able to face the hurt expression on kylian’s face. his unwavering love and devotion was clear in his eyes — they were an open book to all the emotions he was feeling. he wouldn’t understand, his life was different than hers. “ky…,” she began, his name coming out faintly. “i’ve made some mistakes, trusted some people i shouldn’t have and karma is getting to me, i guess. but i would never forgive myself if i dragged you into my mess. it’s better that way.”

he shook his head, feeling tears come up but swallowed them down — he knew this wasn’t her, what she truly wanted. he just had to find that part of her again. the one that was willing to love again and open herself to the world.

“amara, i know who you are. and i love who you are. and i don’t care whether you are a bitch apparently or if you are a narcissist — all that matters to me is the person i got to know these past weeks. i love all of you, including the parts that you may deem as flawed."

his hand searched for hers, squeezing it lightly to show her his support, the safety that lied in their bond.

“amara,” kylian whispered, his eyes scanning her soul the moment she looked up, staring right back at him. through her soul. “i know you think the worst of yourself,” he began, his voice a light tone. “i know you need someone to hold you… hold you like you are the most important thing in the world, and i will. i promise you i will. but you need to let go,” he murmured softly, “you need to let go of that rock you’re grasping from a clip and let yourself fall. And i will be there to catch you.”

there was so much love and pain in the atmosphere. one couldn’t exist without the other, if you have loved without hurting, you didn’t love. because love hurt, the urge to let go because you love a person so much. “i just don’t want to hurt you. you’re france’s golden boy and i’m the black sheep of music. i can’t see you get dragged down because of me. i can take my career ending, but yours is so bright and you have so much to achieve yet, it wouldn’t be fair.”

how was he supposed to change her mind, make her see that everything was right. that she was the light of his life and not the darkness of the night. “amara, i choose to be here because i love you. because i can’t stand the thought of you being hurt. that’s love. hurting for the other but knowing that the other is supporting you, has you back all the time.” he assured her, deep meaning behind every of his word. “amara, i won’t force you to be here. this is your choice. if you tell me to leave right now i will. do you want me to?”

her reasoning began to take the upper head again. was this worth it, letting kylian leave and mourn after his departure everyday. but she loved him too much to drag him down with her. she knew he loved her, he has said it multiple times. several songs were scribbled down in her notebook, all able to describe kylian and the way he loved her. would she give all this up — she knew he couldn’t. “i don’t want you to leave. please don’t.”

a fond smile appeared on his lips, bringing out the two spots on each side of his cheek that always made amara weak. he held out his pinky. “we’re going to survive this storm together. me with you at your side. are you in?”

she lifted up her pinky, intertwining it with his. “i’m in. je ne veux plus être seule.” — i don’t wanna be alone anymore.

he smiled at her brightly, happy of his success for convincing her. kylian was there to guide her through the storm, hold her hand when the wind was getting too strong and leaving her back. her problems might not have lessened but his presence reminded her of her own worth, that she wasn’t unlovable like evan had always made him believe. she took a deep breath before surprising kylian again by throwing her hands around his figure and hugging the french striker tightly.

there was a tiny spark of hope, a silent promise even though there wasn’t a concrete promise of happiness but he made it easier. kylian made facing the road easier. there they stood, entwined in each other's arms, knowing that they were safe. that any storm could hit them but it would hit them together now.

after giving him a last squeeze, inhaling his scent for one more time, she let go of him, meeting his gaze. her eyes were bloodred, skin pale and yet a smile was on her lips.

“will i ever be more?” amara asked into the void. “like will my name ever be cleared?”

“i don’t know how much i’ll have to tell worth more than words can describe. no ballon d’or or world cup mean anything to me anymore since i met you. i wake up with a smile because of you and go to bed with a grin because of you. you’re more than beautiful, ethereal. Je sais que tu n’est pas prête au moment mais je veux que tu saches que t’es tout pour moi.” — i know you’re not ready at the moment but i want you to know that you’re everything for me.

she chuckled softly. “i don’t deserve you, ky.”

he waved dismissively. shrugging it off. “how about a nice warm bath while i cook for you and then we eat dinner together like planned?” he proposed, a smile on his face. “and before you start, don’t worry, you don’t have to feel guilty.”

“i don't even feel like standing up at the moment.” she joked lightly, a small grin on her face. “but a bath sounds nice.”

kylian punched her lightly. “go take a bath amara and when you feel better again, there will be food for you.” he was determined to make her feel better, to make her smile reach her eyes again. “chef kylian at your service, what would you like to eat?”

“surprise me,” amara murmured, shrugging.

“then rice with chicken it will be. very good choice,” he joked, “believe me, after having eaten my food, you won’t wanna try anyone else’s.”

“you’re making big promises mbappé.” a smirk creeped up her smile at kylian’s declaration. they both remembered very well the last time he had tried to cook with her, burning the tomato sauce to the pasta she had made. "you’re too kind," she replied, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

he smirked back at her, laughing. “and i tend to keep them.”

“the last time you stepped into my kitchen, i had to clean up the entire floor because you made the tomato sauce explode. so excuse me for being wary.”

he chuckled, rolling his eyes at the memory. "you’re never letting that go, are you?” he questioned sarcastically, feigning offense. "but i’ll let you know that i’ve been secretly working on my cooking skills, perfecting the art of rice and chicken. just you wait!"

she held her hand up in surrender. “fine, i’m leaving my kitchen in your hands. please try to not burn anything.” she warned jokingly, taking all her strength to pull herself up. “i’ll be back in a minute.”

“you’ll be surprised with what you’re about to eat.” he called after her as she disappeared into her bedroom before he stood up too and made his way to the kitchen.

he had been right. a shower had definitely been needed. the warm water had added an extra reassurance and calmness to her body and the several flowery oils had added an extra touch to the sensitivity of her skin, making it even softer. after stepping out of the bathroom, she had chosen a comfy sports leggings with a small crop top before she threw kylian’s hoodie over her figure.

there was something comfortable and familiar about his hoodie, it smelled like him and reminded her of him. majority of her new songs had been written with said hoodie on her body, keeping her warm and reminding her about who she was even writing that song. the soft dark blue fabric draped over her shoulders, a bit loose as the hoodie was a bit big on her but she loved it that way. the comforting connection between herself and kylian just because of a hoodie was so much deeper than just their relationship. it helped find her way back.

amara was thrown out of her thoughts by her phone ringing, bringing her back to reality. reluctance was stopping her from answering the phone immediately but she accepted the call instantly once she saw the caller-id, smiling at the familiar voice on the other end.

“ada,” her mother’s soft voice greeted her, resembling music in her ears. ‘ada’ was a name her mother had started calling her, signifying the oldest daughter — a term her mother had brought home from her origin country nigeria. amara missed it.

“nne,” amara whispered, her voice immediately breaking. “ana m atụ uche gi nke ukwuu.” — mum, i miss you so much

“oh my dear ada,” taraji imani exclaimed in despair, feeling the pain of her daughter. “i read what they wrote about you. ada, that boy must have hated you to do something like that.”

amara scoffed. “i don’t even know what i did that could make him do something like that. i loved him.”

“that boy was never good and now we have finally seen him good colors. onye nzuzu,” she cursed her daughter’s ex boyfriend. “i know it hurts like hell in the moment but we both know you're stronger than this. we grew up in a third-world country, there has been worse.”

even though her heart filled with gratitude and care, she still felt misunderstood by her mother. “mama, they’re after me now for everything. everything i worked so hard for is gone.”

her mother’s mind stayed firm, not accepting any doubt or negativity in her mind state. “amara, believe me no one can decide what you’re worth. i brought you into this world and i had already deemed you worth than anything that existed. your name was written in the stars from the beginning. and no man or article is ever gonna change that. ekwere m gi nkwa.” — i promise you.

amara smiled, finding strength in her mothers words. she admired her mother’s strength to always see the positive in things that were clearly negative. “thank you mama. somehow this is exactly what i needed. ahụrụ m gi n'anya nke ukwuu.” — i love you so much

“that's what i’m here for, right?” she replied jokingly, “highs and the lows, i’ll always be here, holding you up, and cheering you on. and i am the proudest person everyday, because i had the privilege of raising you."

she swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a moment before answering. “i’m going to be fighting mama. i’m going to prove them wrong.”

“that’s what i was expecting from you.” she applauded her. “wepụta oge gi iji gwọọ ma anyi ga-aga n'ihu. Aga m eme ihe niile iji hụ na i ga-alaghachi n'elu, ada. you’ll tell me more about your new songs when i’m coming to visit you next week but i have to go now love. your father is calling me. and in case things still go wrong, you could always sue.” — take your time to heal and we will move on. i'll do everything to make sure you get back on top, ada.

even though her mother couldn’t see her, she nodded with her head, grinning at the last sentence. “yes, mama. i don’t know if i’ll sue but i’ll keep it in mind. daalụ, ahụrụ m gi n'anya.” — bye, i love you

“hụkwara gi n'anya.” — love you too

her mother ended the call and amara placed her phone on the bed again. mothers always knew best, the truest sentence ever. she could hold on now, wait for the storm to wash over calmly.

the scent of rice and savory spices were what finally made her leave the bedroom. the smell of chicken found its way into her nose, making her stomach grumble in return. she had neglected eating since the past few weeks, only eating when necessary with her head being occupied so often.

walking into the kitchen, she watched with amazement as kylian moved between the stove and the oven. her original skepticism faded away with every second she watched. this somehow felt different — she was used to their small takeout dinners that had somehow turned into dates with their frequency. but cooking for her changed the situation. it felt more intimate, kylian wanted to put a genuine smile on her face again. show what it could be like if she let go but she couldn’t. she had gone one step forward just to be put back three steps back again.

“i’m impressed,” amara complimented him as she flipped the chicken, the crusty, golden-brown colour taking the surface. “this looks delicious.”

“told you so,” he bragged, pride flowing through his body. he turned off the stove, and placed the cooked chicken next to a bowl of rice along with some cooked vegetables that he had put into the oven.

she gratefully accepted her plate, instantly taking a bite since her desire for food was taking over her whole mind. a wide grin spread across her face as she savored the delicious creation. “i’m in love with this.”

a prideful expression appeared on his face, happy to have brought the smile back on her face. he noticed that she seemed calmer again. the person she just talked too must have calmed her down again, amara seemed at easiness now.

he had poured everything into this meal. she would never know that he had called his mother after the cooking accident and asked her to teach him some cooking basics. he had wanted to give back to her, to show her that he didn’t take her cooking for him when he was over for granted. it would forever be his secret but it was worth it, if it meant sitting here, talking to her and watching her laugh as she ate.

conversation flowed easily between them as they ate. the gloomy and sad atmosphere seemed to disappear replaced with a warm and comfortable air. it also surprised her how habitual everything had become. having dinner with kylian had become so natural for her, she couldn’t even imagine having dinner alone anymore. they had created a rhythm to their life together.

after they had finished eating and amara had placed the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, she followed kylian to the counter, where the french striker had made himself comfortable on one of the leather stools. he instantly smirked once he recognized the hoodie she was wearing, the one he had given her before his away match.

“am i ever going to get my hoodie back?” he asked her in an amusing tone.

she looked at him with an incredulous expression, raising an eyebrow. “since when do people reclaim their given things?” she scolded him lightly. “it keeps me way too warm to give it back to you.”

amara would never admit to him that the reason she loved his hoodie was because it smelled like him. it still possessed his scent like the day he had given it to her.

“i could just give you another one,” he suggested, earning an eye-roll from amara.

“you could also just buy the same one again if you miss it so much. i mean, what else do you do with your 80 million euro contract?”

he shrugged her question off, waving dismissively. “tu sais quoi?" he retorted sarcastically, “keep it. i don’t want it anymore.” — you know what?

she laughed as he pouted, leaning her head down on the shoulder. surrounded by music and soft melodies coming out of the famous bluetooth box, the pair was engrossed in a conversation, their usual banter filled with humor and sarcasm. all of sudden the soft strains and first tact’s of stevie wonder’s “i just called to say i love you” began to play out of the box. she was surprised he had it in her playlist, considering he wasn’t the type to like old, classic love songs.

his eyes developed a mischievous glimmer, sparkling nearly — one of the most beautiful things amara had seen on a person. the french striker lifted himself from the stool, starting to move to the beat while staring at amara with such an intensity, yearning and desiring to create another intimate moment of them. show her what they could be if she let herself fall, if she came back to the steps they had made already. all that through the simple act of swaying.

confusion grew on her face as she suddenly extended his hand to her, waiting for her to join him. she hesitated, reluctant as she knew she would embarrass herself when she would tell kylian she didn’t know how to. as his expectance grew, amara sighed before confessing, “je connais pas danser comme ça.” — i don’t know how to dance like that

“how come? i mean aren’t you a dancer mainly?” kylian asked curiously. “i thought singing was the sidething that you discovered?”

she arched an eyebrow. “did you read my wiki page?” she questioned him, smirking.

he rolled his eyes, glad that his skin wasn’t lighter or else he would have matched the color of a tomato. “only parts,” he admitted quietly and then pointed at her shocked. “don’t try to change the subject here. why can’t you slow-dance?”

sighing again and swallowing the lump in her throat, she replied in a somewhat gloomy voice, “because i’ve never slow-danced in my life. i missed my prom because i was sick and evan hated dancing. wherever we were, weddings, events, he didn’t like it. and i never needed it for any of my choreos, so i thought it wasn’t important.”

a fond smile on his face, his gaze softened with his hand remaining extended. in some twisted way, he was thankful for evan — because of the many screw-ups, he was able to show amara what love could really be. create moments with her, that strengthened and bonded a relationship. “come on,” he told her, waving her over to him. “i’ll teach you. you can have as many dances as you want.”

without further hesitation, she placed her hand in kylian’s, her body immediately reacting to the act. their hands intertwined, with warmth and love radiating between their bodies, kylian started the song from new and began to guide the singer through the living room, a soft orange-yellow glow looming over them and illuminating every of their step.

she was scared at first, it was clear from the beginning. instead of looking at him, she focused too much on her feet, stumbling whenever she was unsure and got confused with the steps. but he was patient. “just let yourself unite with the music, feel it instead of trying to perfect steps. it comes naturally.”

“and i’m supposed to be the singer?” she retorted rhetorically, nonetheless she still accepted his advices, gazing into kylian’s eyes as they continued. it went better now — his presence and guide helped her find her own rhythm in the music and a few mishaps and wrong steps soon turned into growing confidence in her movements. when the tunes of “sexual healing” began, amara had learned to trust the guidance of kylian’s hands. here they stood, their bodies swaying to the soft tunes and bonding over their new-found trust for each other. the living room became a place with no worries but only themselves.

no money on earth could replace this moment for her. he didn’t realize but he was giving her so much more. kylian gave her the world. he was ready to let his be destroyed if it meant her happiness. he had proven to her so many times that he would be here, that he wouldn’t move. she had been emotional and vulnerable in front of him and he still wanted her. she didn’t know, kylian would always want her.

as the evening descended, the two continued to dance to old, timeless love songs, time holding still for them. hours passed as they swayed to different songs. after a good one and a half hour spent teaching amara how to dance, they collapsed on the couch, both out of breath from the all the dancing.

“since when were you such a dancer?”

“i’m not. but my parents used to dance to this sometimes when i was a child before they divorced.” he replied, the memory putting a smile on his face.”

“you should stick to it. after getting to know your music taste and hearing you sing, dancing is definitely the better choice as a back-up career.” she retorted mockingly.

his face scrunched up, offended by her statement. “i’ll have you know that music and me work perfectly. i can even play some intrusments.”

“as if,” amara replied, raising an eyebrow. “you, mr. i have to do everything at lightening speed, had the patience to learn an instrument. i’ll believe it when i die.”

instead of replying to her, kylian grabbed her hand pulled her up. he dragged amara to the next room, knowing a majestic black piano would be waiting for them there. his face lit up with delight, loving how he would he not only be able to impress her but also prove her wrong. he loved proving people wrong.

a sly grin on his face, he placed his fingers on the ivory/white keys. she was intrigued, she wouldn’t lie about that but her sceptism hadn’t completely turned into curiosity. still, the fact that kylian was able to connect with music made him even more attractive in her eyes.

amara would have liked a warning. a breathtaking, gorgeous melody sounded through the room the moment kylian began to play. his fingers flew effortlessly over the keys, as if he had played his entire life long. she was instantly captivated by the enchanting melody, her sceptism immediately replaced with awe and adoration.

and all of sudden, her head was filled with lyrics. words that weren’t wording became genuine, breathtaking lyrics for a song. if she didn’t write her ideas and sentences down now, she would forget them.

“this is gorgeous.” she exclaimed, interrupting kylian, the latter jumping up instantly at the sound of his name. he had been so focused on playing, he hadn’t noticed the spark in her eyes but he saw it now clearly. “just wait here, i’ll be back in a second.” she told the french striker, walking out of the room.

she came back a few minutes later with a pen and her notebook, where she wrote down all her new song ideas. she quickly flicked through the book, looking quickly for a new blank page. since kylian’s arrival in her life, motivation was flowing constantly. and she was so ready to use it after such a long drought.

“now play it again.” she ordered him excitingly. “je ne sais pas ou t’as pris cette melodie mais je l’adore. J’ai besoin d’elle.” — i don't know where you got that melody but i love it, i need it.

he smirked at her urgence. “see, je le t’avais dit. i’m a pro at this.” — see, i told you so

“will you play it again, if i tell you, i should have never doubted you?” amara inquired, impatient to write her thoughts down. somehow after having been so vulnerable in front of him, she didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him anymore. she was fine, exposing her heart on a sleeve towards him. giving him the five percent she had never given anyone but always kept to herself.

“wouldn’t hurt to hear this one more time.”

“ky, i’m sorry i ever doubted you. je te promets, à partir de maintenant, j’aurai toujours confiance en toi. now play please.” — i promise, i’ll never doubt you again, from now on i’ll always trust you

he chuckled, pleased with his success. he obliged and continued to play the previous melody over and over, his fingers sliding gracefully across the keys. amara let herself down on the floor next to him, furiously scribbling notes as kylian played.

in silent screams in wildest dreams i never dreamed of this

the lyrics were flowing out of her, her mind radiating motivation. kylian played soft tones that matched her feelings, matched the way she felt about him. how he changed her perspective on love. showed her that it could be so much more than just pain and suffering. she had experienced bad love with evan and was now experiencing all the good things with kylian.

This love is good This love is bad This love is alive back from the dead

they both knew, they still had to make some steps. steps that the article and her insecurity had pushed back. but like so often, music created connections. a bond between her creativity and his musical power.

he was there for her whenever she needed him. ready to pull her up whenever something had knocked her down. when she lost control of her own life, lost herself he was ready to navigate her, remind her who she was. somehow his timing was always perfect. it was shown when he appeared today, just in time for her heavy panic attack.

in losing grip On sinking ships You showed up just in time

and so, they spend their evening with kylian playing various melodies he had learned on the piano and her using that to give her brain inspiration and writing her song. a simple sarcastic exchange had lead them to this moment, a collaboration that made them find out how much music could create everlasting moments and firsts.

This love came back to me

she had lost love, hadn’t truly felt its feeling and sensations and he had brought it back to her. but she wouldn’t lie and say evan had only been bad. only problem with him had been that he had destroyed her in the end. still she could, would rise from all that.

maybe her reputation was at its worst for the moment — but kylian liked her for her. that was all that mattered.

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where several articles question the absence of amara imani and where the singer has gone, after hiding because of all the bad news and scandals

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SHE IS BACK! After a long hiatus from the public eye, lasting a year and more, the queen of pop & rnb is back and making headlines again. And we can all be sure, she’s got a lot to tell.

Via photo dump on her instagram account, the singer announced her highly anticipated return, sending shockwaves and creating chaos on platforms like Twitter, TikTok and Instagram. The singer also hinted at the arrival of new music, up roaring her entire devoted fan base.

She also announced the coming of two new songs — a collaborations with pop singer Ariana Grande as well as her own single.

Her sudden disappearance from the spotlight did not come unexpected after the whole cheating scandal with ex-boyfriend Evan Henderson. Humiliation and Defamation had pushed the 24 year old to leave the music business and take a very needed pause as it seems, reading from her instagram post.

The thought of Amara stepping back onto the stage has not only fans on the edge of their seats. Everyone who is someone in the music business is anticipating her return especially because of the big hole she left. And let’s not forget, that Imani did not contradict any statements her ex-boyfriend Evan Henderson had dropped about her. So the question is of course, whether she accepts those allegations made about her or whether this will turn into the next star he said - she said.

Last time Amara Imani dropped a single was over two years ago, so of course her whole fan base is awaiting her return with impatience. Whether those songs will be about her ex-boyfriend, stepping into the shoes of Taylor Swift and mentor Beyonce or about her own self-growth, only time will tell. So stay tuned as the music world braces for the return of Amara Imani.

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

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amara.imani in my head — out soon

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arianagrande thank u, next 💋 official release soon @amara.imani

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arianator1 why am i kind of excited for this

imani_gossippage i feel the evan slander incoming

amara_imani_fan WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS

amara_im123 mother is blessing us with three new songs

amaraimani_updates can’t wait to listen to this masterpiece

butera.stan the fact that ariana is willing to come out from her music pause just for amara

honeymoon_ari but also why does this song sound so passive agressive

amaraxgrande FR we’re def getting a boss bitch track

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liyah.clark visiting my bestie in parisss (and treating her to dinner because she’s about to slay and enter her revenge era) @amara.imani

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charles_leclerc mon angé 😍

liyah_clark baby 🫶🏾

lordperceval16 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

leclerc_lover I THINK THIS IS HIS NEW GIRLFRIEND

charles_updates guessing from his comment, i think the rumours are true

amara.imani why didn’t you post the other pictures

liyah.clark i didn’t look good in them

cl16stan are we really sure she is dating him? like she is way above his league

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maxverstappen1 no way this is his new girlfriend? i don’t believe him

landonorris maybe he paid her @liyah.clark you can tell us how much he is paying you

liyah.clark OMG I KNOW YOU @maxverstappen you’re the one who looks like that ice age character and @landonorris you’re driving that Lego car

danielricciardo yep, she’s definitely dating him

graceywood where was my invite??

liyah.clark you didn’t pick up, you were too busy sleeping

carlossainz55 nice to finally meet the girl charles’ been talking my ear off the entire time

charles_leclerc thx for exposing me mate

liyah.clark aww nice to meet you too chili

lewishamilton nice to put a face to the name, wishing you and charles the best for your relationship

liyah.clark i think i just died, thank you sir 🥹

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k.mbappé rehearsing my song, right?

amara.imani patience is a virtue kyky

k.mbappé the make-out sessions we have whenever i come home from training beg to differ

amara.imani je te jure, je vais te bloquer un jour — I swear, i’ll block you one day

amara.imani and don’t act as if you hate them <3

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— 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: where evan henderson decided to talk about his break-up on jimmy fallon, creating the end of amara’s birthday

AND JUST WHEN WE THOUGHT IT COULDN’T GET BETTER! As it seems, things in the Imani-Henderson scandal are heating up again. While Amara Imani give’s us nothing with only releasing a small press statement to officialise her break up with ex-boyfriend Evan Henderson, the latter went on national TV to talk about their separation.

After his statement, he wasn’t the reason for their break-up. Instead he names Imani’s inability to hold a steady relationship the cause for their falling out. And to put the cherry on the top, he also named her possessivity and jealousy as reasons for searching the way out.

“I felt kind of trapped,” he admitted during his appearance at the Jimmy Fallon show. “One day we would be all fine and the next day, she would get all jealous just because i had written to a female friend, who asked me simple questions like how are you. these kind of things kind of destroyed our relationship.”

A source close to Evan conformed this by saying “She was hit or miss” and how “she was kinda like Jekyll and Hyde, two faced and always with another agenda in mind.” The source also hints at the fact that Amara may have used Evan to gain more fame, and that she infact may have cheated on him in the very beginning of there relationship.

And that’s not all! While she usually portrayed the cute, innocent sweetheart to the public, it turns out the singer was a complete bitch behind closed doors. As Henderson explained, “to be honest it was difficult to deal with her narcissism at times, but i tried my best because i loved her”.

“If being egotistical was an award she would win every time. My friends often asked why I stayed, and to be honest I don’t know. I tried to make it work, I would try to avoid the fights and the drama but I realized that she just loves the attention way too much to stop. So I left. She lied a lot too, we were already broken up when I was photographed with my new girlfriend but she’s trying to paint me out as the bad guy, so just let her. Maybe she can sleep better at night if she does”

We can all conclude, that Amara Imani just destroyed her whole image and good girl act she had done so badly — all she will be remembered as is Evan Henderson’s narcissistic girlfriend who had it coming.

Henderson also made it very clear that he was not blaming himself or holding himself responsible for his ex-girlfriend’s nervous breakdown. Instead he puts the blame on her, explaining how Imani didn’t even take the topic of mental health seriously. “She used to have these anxiety attacks but whenever I would suggest she should talk to someone, she made a joke about it and started an argument. I tried to help her, convince her to do my best but she would just laugh and I didn’t want another argument if I pressed on the topic so I let it rest. Maybe if she had taken the topic seriously, she would have known how to act in this situation.”

So is it finally over for Amara Imani and her legacy?

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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄

— 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: where you finally get to know amara imani and her story of success

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𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀?

We all love the hits “mine”, “freakum dress”, “jealous” — they’ve all made it into our top songs this year, released by none other than rising singer Amara Imani. But who is the singer actually and why do we adore her so much?

Amara Imani Éwandé is a Cameroonian singer, songwriter and dancer. Nicknames as “Princess of Pop& RnB”, she has been gaining fame quickly, rising with rapidity to the top of the music industry. 

Imani started her career on a feature on the single “Brown Skin Girl” for Beyoncé’s Lion King Album when she was 20 years old. The latter had often praised the girl, saying “Imani reminded her of her young self”. Before that, the Cameroonian singer used to upload various covers of songs like “halo”, “saving all my love” and “just the way you are”. For a short time, the singer had joined a band but their hiatus after a year saw the chance for her own chance in the music industry. 

𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐑:

Amara Imani Éwandé was born on October 7, 1999 in Douala. Cameroon to a Nigerian mom and Cameroonian dad. At the age of seven, she moved to London, UK as her dad got a job as Ingenieur there. Imani competed from a young age on in art competition, primarily in dancing, winning a lot of trophies. 

So how exactly did our queen switch to pop? And what makes her so special for us, so important that we go whenever she drops a single?

Imani launched her singing career at the age of 15 after sustaining a fatal injury to her knee that stopped the development of her dancing career. The singer had often said that dancing had been her career and she had only started singing as a side hobby. Imani gained her fame and platform in 2016, when she began posting videos of herself singing covers of popular songs on YouTube after her music group disbanded. In 2018 she gained the attention of Beyoncé, who had mentioned her account in an interview, praising the young girl. Her singing career took off from then on. 

The singer was approached by several record labels but refused any offers, preferring to keep her career low for the beginning. She resurfaced in the music industry a year later in 2019, when she partnered with Beyoncé and Wizkid on the song “Brown Skin Girl” for Beyoncé’s Lion King Album. After that, she signed under the record label Universal Music Group. 

After the success of Brown Skin Girl, Imani gained presence in the music industry world wide. She then began working on her first single followed by her first album. The popular song “Motivation” was her first release, topping the charts for a few weeks. Imani had said after the announcement of her first single “my music will be a mix of pop and R&B because this is what I grew up with. I’m trying to create new things with the two genres.”

“Slow Motion” counts as her second release with singer AMARIA BB as feature. Even though the song went 

But let’s just sway away from the facts and focus on her influence. With the appearance of Amara Imani, many doors of new genre mixes were opened. Who would have thought that pop and R&B went together. We have danced to Taylor Swift with her beautiful pop songs and sung our hearts out to Beyoncé’s iconic R&B ballads but we have never seen both in one. It was only a question of time that the young singer was given the name of “our next Bey”. With the release of her first album, Imani was able to break some of the records the Beyoncés had broken. the album “This is her” managed to stay in the top 10 of the charts for more than 25 weeks, a new record for rookie artists in the music business. 

And songs like “diva” or freakum dress” proved Imani’s point what she was trying to achieve in the music world. 

And let’s not forget her success off-stage. Especially in her romantic life, Imani was responsible for some big headlines after getting cozy with millionaire heir Evan Henderson. The latter had already expressed his interest in her music and often praised the girl, we quote “I love her music, she just gets it and manages to reinvent music. Definitely my favourite artist.”

The pair officially met at the launch of the new beauty collection of Sephora in 2021, one of the first events after the long quarantine. Till today, the couple is going strong but went through many on-off phases between summer and winter 2022. Close sources say, wedding bells are ringing and he is planning on popping the question. Our next Jay-Z and Beyoncé? We can confirm at least that we have found our next rising Queen B. 

𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 — amara imani (amara: grace, kindness)

𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 — normani kordei

𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 — cameroon / nigeria

𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 — black

𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 — andré éwande (father, cameroon), taraji imani (mother, nigeria), cynthia éwandé (adoptive)

— amara has a bachelor in engineering & business (she was studying while she gained fame and developed her career) 

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒓 — singer, songwriter, dancer

𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 — Amara speaks five languages (French, English, Spanish, fèfè, igbo) 

𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 — libra (sun), capricorn (moon), cancer (rising)

𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 — amara plays the piano and guitar but prefers the piano (used to play the violin but stopped in 6th grade)

𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 — art, fashion, reading, songwriting, rollerskating, cooking, dancing, hiking, swimming

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 — everything, amara can listen to r&b on some days and to old classics like marvin gaye on other days

𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒔 — amara used to have a hen and a dog when she was younger since that was normal in cameroon but when she moved, she left them back

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒅 — beignet-haricots (a cameroonian dish which consists of beans mixed in a tomato-kind of sauce with beignets which are soft, sweet fried buns) -- for dessert amara prefers cupcakes and has a profound love of churros -- favorite ice cream flavour: cookies (a mix of biscuit and cookie dough

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 — smoothies — Amara could die for them, she is definitely the kind of person to spend 5€ on a smoothie just because she tried it once

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 — she has several, it depends, Amara loves purple but she knows she looks best in gold

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒆 — how to lose a guy in 10 days

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 — Mercedes (she does not know why but somehow the German car brand has made into her heart)

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 —  Football! Amara is a huge football fan, she also loves formula 1 because it was the only thing her father could manage back then as sport entertainment (they had enough money but time was never in their favour and they missed important matches)

𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 — Amara is a huge Lewis Hamilton supporter. She grew up supporting him with her dad and has made it very clear that she looks up to the British race but they have never met before

— Amaras favorite team is Liverpool but that is only because her dad supported it and she has never thought of supporting someone else than the team her dad supported.  𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈 — varies from time to time but for the moment it’s ALL MINE by Brent Faiyaz

𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 — straight

𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 — she / her

𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 — outgoing, optimistic, friendly

𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 — organized,

𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 — too naive sometimes, loud, stubborn

𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 — Amara is a very outgoing person and a huge extrovert. She can do sometimes come across as too nice but she is just a huge sunshine who grew up with a huge amount of love and kindness and wants to share it

3 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — family, friends, music

𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 — definitely cameroon, Amara grew up there and even though it is a third world country, Amara wouldn’t trade it for anywhere

𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 — Michelle Obama, her mother, Beyoncé

𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 — 7 (because it’s her birthday number and the number of Harry Potter books)

𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 — find a balance between being successful and having her own peace of mind

𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀:

sorry — beyoncé 

7 rings — ariana grande

r.e.m. — ariana grande

b.s. — jhené aiko ft. h.e.r.

me, myself and i — beyoncé 

girls need love — summer walker

this is me trying — taylor swift

vip — aya nakamura

all mine — brent faiyaz

stop this flame — celeste

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where several articles question the absence of amara imani and where the singer has gone, after hiding because of all the bad news and scandals

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As it seems, we have finally come to an end during the whole henderson-imani affair. Three months have gone since the faithful interview, where Evam Henderson scandalously defamed his ex-girlfriend and gave us the whole truth about her and her so-called personality.

Since then things seem to have only gone down for the international singer. Several brands, under those also her top-sponsor Gucci, have stopped and annulled their affiliation with the british-african singer and she lost more than a ten million followers. People are cancelling her everywhere and it seems to us that amara imani has come to the end of her high in the music business.

The real question we’re all asking us though is, where has the spiteful culprit gone? after being spotted once in Paris, the singer bit her goodbyes again to the public. Imani has disabled all her social media accounts and even declined the offer to perform at the grammys.

So, where has she gone?

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liked by 3098 others celebgossip.hollywood evan henderson was spotted at a jewellery today, where he apparently was looking for rings. is he planning on making Kaia mrs. henderson?

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evandkaia he and kaia make such a cute couple, their marriage would just be a cheery on the top

evaiastan1 if this isn’t true love, then idk what is, like they were separated for two years and are still able to continue from where they left

lilisgossip kaia as mrs. henderson makes so much sense, especially because both fit each other so perfectly. like they both grew up in hollywood and know how it works there

henderson’swife she’s the only woman i’d be willing to change my username for, glad the phase, where we all where obsessed with him and amara is over

ehlover yeah, we all suffered through it but now war is over

katie.henderson can we all just take a moment and focus on how good he looks, the evolution of his style has changed so much

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𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃’𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇

—𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: in which evan and his girlfriend go public, leaving a scorned amara behind who’s talent is questioned

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𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆! Just a few weeks ago both were seen walking around in New York, holding hands and, we might as well say it, acting like two teenagers completely in love, with the way both could not stop smiling at each other. And finally yesterday, millionaire heartthrob and model confirm their relationship by proudly parading the red carpet to the MTV Movie awards. Henderson and Gerber could not stop smiling at each other, stealing sneaky kisses in between every second with a love struck look we haven’t seen on Henderson for a long time — it seems love is in the air in Hollywood.

From inside sources, we know that the singer does not seem to cope very well with the break-up. After a nervous breakdown at her last concert in Nice, Imani cancelled her entire europe tour, announcing the news this morning over her social media platform. She also declined to show up at the MTV awards, just after Henderson and Gerber confirmed their presence. It appears as if Amara Imani has gone into hiding. Was this really the right choice?

But the more we think about it, the clearer it gets.Amara Imani was simply never cut out for the celebrity scene. She may have shortly convinced us that she had a place at the top with the others but let’s be brutally honest — she has no more than what we haven’t heard already from the Beyoncés and Taylor Swifts. The only connection ever made to her was the title of “Evan Henderson’s Girlfriend”.

It’s obvious that the singer had obviously been given the benefit of the doubt after appearing on a track with Beyoncé and stunning the world. but not everything that shines is gold. And Amara Imani proved this with her second, very forgettable album. The time where everyone expected her, the singer left her fans empty handed with an average album, which makes us question of course: Have we been too soft on her?

In comparison to Henderson’s new flame Kaia Gerber, Amara Imani is paling very quickly. While we can all recognise the talent Gerber has inherited from her parents in the fashion world, we’re all left thinking, “Where is Amara Imani’s Talent?”. One cannot help but wonder if her lack of talent is coming with her inability to seize good opportunities and career choices.

Especially because her discography is so forgettable. Imani had saved herself from falling by bringing out hits like “mine” or “jealous” but the more played, the more bored they got and one is remembered, they were only short successes. Now her days as Henderson’s flame are nothing more than memories, making her lose all relevance she ever had. With his new flame by his side — that is, may we add even loved by mum and dad Henderson — has he finally upgraded to a woman of his level?

Perhaps, it is time for Amara to say goodbye to the business and step aside. After all, it is clear that except her relationship, which is gone now too, Amara Imani is not able to convince anyone of her talent. And after failing to even keeping Henderson’s heart, what is she truly worth?

When asked whether he thinks he holds any responsibility for his ex-girlfriend’s absence, Henderson answered, “She will get over it. She’s just a sore loser who knows she wouldn’t have won anything tonight. And it’s not like it was truly working between us.”

Some hard words from her ex-boyfriend and yet they have never been more true. Even with the dust settling, and Henderson and Imani’s scandal taking different turns for each of them, one cannot deny the true chemistry between the new star couple. And Amara will have to live in the shadow of that couple.

So is Amara Imani really worth her place in the music industry?

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀:

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une journée a trois ➻ k.mbappe

summary – they had always been two. but now that they were about to be three, they were starting a new journee. the path of parenthood. ah, the joy of pregnancy

pairing – kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

warnings – a somewhat detailed description of childbirth, pregnancy, mentions of morning sickness, labor, breastfeeding

word count — 10.1k

author's note – i guess this is my last official chapter for the mon amour series before i am officially starting my trent fic and the first spin off to this series. i will also be taking mon amour to wattpad where i'll add some more social media since here it came a bit short. there will be a lot of redecorating for my fics in the next time. as a heads-up: i don't know anything about childbirth, my entire knowledge is from google so i am very sorry if i got something wrong. hope you enjoy &lt;3

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it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. she liked to have her life planned out to the finest detail. she wasn’t organized to the smallest but she liked to live her life in a certain order. so this was not supposed to happen now. there was no in-between for her situation. either women were happy or their lives were destroyed right now. and yet she found herself between the two scenarios.

she had been careful. she had put her career first and it had worked in every damn relationship she had ever had (which had not been a lot). she had made it clear that the success of her career was the most important thing and after the whole evan fiasco, she had sworn to herself that no matter how many times she fell in love, she would never lose sight again of her priorities. and it had worked till now.

it was a small mistake that led to her situation now. a moment of a certain emotional weakness that was the reason why she found herself in the bathroom on the floor with her back leaning against the bathtub as she stared into nothing.

kylian had introduced her to a new world of love. one where longing became sometimes too hard and the moment they found each other again, all rational thoughts were thrown out the window. he had shown her what love really felt like and that it was so much more than just endless fights and screaming matches. so… of course she had lost sights of her priorities and acted after her emotions when her heart had missed him too much.

her situation resulted from a sudden stay in the same city. he had been there to play an important match, she had two nights in that same city to tour and overwhelm her fans with her music. it had been three months that they hadn’t seen each other in person so the moment they had known they were at the same place, all sane thoughts had been thrown out the window. they had missed each other too much to even think about anything else than be close again. feel the other again. and now, not even two months later, she found herself on the floor in the bathroom with a stick in her hand. a small piece of plastic that held the weight of the world. two small blue lines that seemed to throw everything out of order. there seemed to be life growing inside of her now.

she wasn’t crying but rather staring into the air. her eyes held no emotion as she held the positive test in her hands. somehow it didn’t seem to set in that she carried life now in her body. that someone was breathing inside her and had their own heartbeat. it appeared surreal to her. the realization that one of her biggest fears had become true.

amara didn’t fear his reaction. that was probably the least of her problems. he had always expressed his desire for children, no matter at which point in his career he would be. he would support her, no matter what. she was the problem.

there had been warnings for this situation. women with so much potential that had been destroyed or ruined because of a child. and it wasn’t just an empty warning. she had seen it with her own eyes. linda, evan’s mother, had been the proof she had needed. a beautiful woman, beautiful and intelligent — a cunning lawyer who was at the peak of her career. but her pregnancy had ruined her and had turned her into a housewife. the vision, evan had always had of her. being pregnant just before she was about to start the second leg of her tour was the most unfortunate moment, this little gift could have come. it threw all plans out of the window.

she absolutely did not want to become one of those women who were at the peak of their career and then got it ruined by an unplanned pregnancy. it was her biggest fear. especially because she was living on the high of it at the moment. everything was going well, — she was breaking record after record — and now everything was about to stop. because she knew she would never bring it over her heart to kill the small human that seemed to be growing in her. it was a part of her now. and she could never take that decision alone.

time passed and she still found herself in the same position, her mind still processing the news. she didn’t notice kylian coming home from training and calling her name. her senses picked up his smell and noticed his presence but her brain felt disconnected to the outside world. her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting and complicated thoughts she just couldn’t work through.

if he was surprised to find her in the bathroom, he didn’t show it. kylian called her name but there was no response except an occasional small hum. the room felt smaller and the atmosphere was uncomfortable with the big news looming over them.

“cherié, tout va bien?” he asked her softly, eyes filled with worry as he kneeled a bit down and remarked how hers seemed to just stare into nowhere with a numb expression in them. she didn’t find the strength in herself to say her fears out. it was paralyzing her from deeply inside and forming a big lump in her throat that prevented her from being vocal. instead she only handed him the positive test, the two lines glowing dimly under the bathroom light. — honey, is everything okay

there was a confused expression on his face that turned into a mix of shock and slight happiness. but any emotion disappeared when he was met with her expression. “this is a surprise,” he said out loud and turned towards her. “are you happy?” his question hung in the air but she couldn’t find an answer.

“i don’t know. i don’t know what i’m going to do.” she admitted, her voice quiet. there was a certain nervousness and fear that underlined her voice, portraying the weight that she carried on her shoulders now. there were so many possibilities and challenges, so many hills and rocks they would have to climb now. she wished she was fearless like all the other women that were over the moon when they got the positive news.

“i was about to leave for a whole year. the second part of my tour is starting in a month. and now i’m…” her throat became dry as the lump became bigger. the words seemed stuck, as if speaking them out would actually make it real. “i’m pregnant.”

she didn’t have to say more for kylian to understand her. that’s just how they were. he seemed to comprehend that she wasn’t mad at the pregnancy. after all, she adored children. she was amazing with them and they both knew they wanted kids. she just feared the impact it could have on her career.

“je ne sais pas quoi faire,” she mumbled under her breath, her lips barely moving. “it wasn’t supposed to happen now. everything was going soo… well, i guess. i don’t want it to end. i don’t want to lose my career.” — i don’t know what to do

he let out a sigh, his back sliding down the wall as he sat down next to her. one hand still held the positive test while the other wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her closer to him. “why would this ruin your career? you’re the most successful artist i know. nothing could ruin this now.”

“you’re supposed to say that. but you haven’t seen that pregnancy does to women. i don’t want my career to be ruined, not with the way the world treats women. how am i supposed to be a good mum and a successful woman in the music industry?” she shook her head and put it down on his shoulder, resting it there. she appreciated his efforts to comfort her but he was a man— they would never truly understand a woman’s suffering, no matter how hard they tried.

“we could stay home both if you want that. i take a break from football and i could be home for the both of you,” he suggested and amara looked at him incredulously. it was strange for her how he had accepted it so quickly already, that they were about to be three while she still struggled to comprehend the situation.

she shook her head firmly. “i could never ask you to stop for me. i know how much you love football. it’s your life. this is a me-problem.”

“une grossese n’est pas un probleme d’une personne. tu n'es pas seule. je te promets que rien ne va se gâcher. ta carrière est remarquable est elle le sera toujours. no matter what you do,” he consoled her, pressing soft kisses on her temple. “je t’aime tellement. mais ça, c’est ta decision et tu es la seule avec le choix. soo… are you happy?” — a pregnancy is not a problem of one person. you’re not alone. i promise you, nothing is going to get ruined. your career is remarkable and will be

— i love you so much. but this is your decision and only you can take it.

she shrugged, the unexpected twist in her plans still burning through her mind. she just couldn’t understand how there was a small human being growing inside her now. something that was breathing inside her. even though it felt unreal — and all at once she knew what she was going to do. what she would have to do now. her world would revolve around that little human being now. and she would do everything in her power to love that little baby that was living inside her. even if it the feeling of surrealism would never truly leave her.

maybe her mind should have adapted to it by now but it still felt disconnected to the situation. as if she was living two lives now. they hadn’t told anyone yet, preferring to keep it their little secret for the moment. especially because they still hadn’t settled in on the idea of getting a family addition.

kylian had noticed her struggles. how she couldn’t work around it. he would find her sometimes in front of the mirror, staring at her stomach. and even then it looked like she still hadn’t made her peace with the situation. amara had come up with several excuses why she had been going softer on training and why she avoided her pr for the second leg of the tour so much at the moment. kylian seemed to have calmed her down a bit about the pregnancy but the fears and rocks it would bring still hadn’t been overcome. even more when she still didn’t feel a thorough connection to the baby in her stomach.

the first ultrasound had been their reality check. that whatever they had been dancing around, was actually happening. there was a grateful look in her eyes when kylian grabbed her hand while their doctor applied the cold gel on her. it was terrifying for her to say the least. their nurse was friendly, nice — she must have sensed amara’s nervousness with the way she had been trying to calm the singer down. it had been risky getting an appointment but kylian had made sure to be extra careful. to make sure that nothing would come out to the press. the least she needed right now was for the time that should’ve been the happiest in her life to be without any media presence.

hearing the heartbeat was a sharp reminder that they weren’t alone anymore. the sound appeared to be precise evidence of life within her, the real confirmation for her pregnancy. it was a new experience for them, a new chapter that was starting soon in their lives. the impending parenthood that was installing its way into their life. several emotions were rushing through them as they made contact for the first time with their baby. and yet, despite the huge importance of the moment, amara’s emotions refused to truly correspond to the situation because of a missing connection between her and the baby.

she looked at the ultrasound screens, her eyes specifically fixing the point the doctor had shown them was their baby. she was registering the moment but struggled to find an emotional place for it. and it wasn’t because amara didn’t love the growing human in her body enough. there was no lack of love or commitment. her brain was just going into panic mode and refused to acknowledge the incoming changes. an automatic self-defense response from her mind who thought it needed to protect her. because even if she knew her career was good, it didn’t take away her fear of having all of that ruined.

as the doctor left them to offer them some privacy, there seemed to be just them now and the sound of a heartbeat. amara didn’t have to look at kylian to know that his cheeks were probably hurting from smiling so much. that his eyes were probably a bit teary from hearing the heartbeat of their unborn child. his hand found hers and he subconsciously intertwined them, his mind still clouded by all the emotions running through his body. she smiled at him, happy to know that at least he seemed to be able to form a special memory with the moment. for her, everything still felt surreal.

and the feeling of it did not leave her, not even in the night.

they were in bed, cuddled together under blankets when amara suddenly woke up from a slight movement. she turned a bit to look at kylian but her boyfriend still seemed to sleep peacefully. as she felt it again, amara looked down and found kylian’s hand on her stomach. casually laying there all protectively. and somehow, it was exactly what she needed to realise that it would be okay.

a small smile formed on her face and she put her hand on her stomach too. this was going to happen and she would be prepared for it. she wasn’t sure whether babies could already hear but it was stronger than her. the urge to promise her baby the world.

“i don’t know whether i’m going to be a good mum to you,” she began softly, speaking low to not wake up kylian. “but i can promise you, you’ll be in good hands with your dad.” she chuckled, the thought of kylian playing with a small mini-him or mini-her exciting her. “i’m sorry that you’re stuck with a mum who doesn’t know what she wants. but i’m trying. i’m trying for you… to be the best version of myself that you’ll need.”

they began slowly, the changes. at first barely remarkable and now they were plainly obvious. life seemed to radiate from her. she possessed a kind of positive aura around her that even the blind could see. she had truly grown into the start of her pregnancy as she entered her second trimester.

amara found herself balancing her life before and during her pregnancy. she had to get used now to the fact that her body was adapting for the small human being in her stomach and that it included good and bad changes. she had overcome her struggles with the pregnancy and the lack of emotion she had had towards it. now she suddenly felt overwhelmed but happy. nearly excited to start this new chapter.

she was four months pregnant and with that also came the first differences that made this pregnancy real. that made it more than just a statement on a paper. a small, noticeable bump had formed on her stomach — it wasn’t very big but remarkably enough that it had made them nearly cry when they had seen it. now kylian’s hoodies had become her go-to attire to hide the small curve on her stomach. his sweatshirts engulfed her completely, serving as a comfortable shield for her womb and a cover up. after all, they still hadn’t told anyone and the little human growing in her body was still their secret.

and just as she progressed into her pregnancy, so did the unfortunate changes like morning sickness or strange food cravings. instead of spending her mornings in bed, spooning with her boyfriend, she now found herself hung over the toilet as soon as the sun came up, with kylian holding her hair. he whispered sweet encouragements and gentle circles which was now a habit for them every morning as she finished her first trimester to enter the second. it was exhausting, crucifying even and drained her. the doctor had told them it would stop soon but she found no change. she would just have to endure it.

even worse were the sudden food cravings. eating had already become hard enough with nothing staying in her body but her strange food cravings made it ten times worse. strawberries were her first sacrifice that came with nurturing life followed by sushi and chinese food. now even the slightest smell of take-out food had her running to the toilet. it was hard and what made it even more hard was the fact that she couldn’t ask anyone for advice other than her doctor.

they hadn’t told anyone of the pregnancy. she had canceled the second leg of her tour without any reason other than the “personal reasons” she had stated in her statement. it had been a heart-wrenching decision, stopping to travel around the world and illuminate people with her music but it was necessary. another sacrifice for her new life she was entering. they had left the world — including their own families — in the dark as they chose to live in their small pink bubble, far away from the harsh reality. amara would never admit it but she was glad. grateful that she didn’t have to share what was supposed to be the happiest time of her life with the world. she wanted it to be their private little moment.

pregnancy did not only change the way they lived. it changed them completely. amara knew kylian loved her but he had changed his love language. he had gone from sweet words and giving gifts to affection and touching her constantly. it had started small, with small caresses on her back and intertwining their hands subconsciously to gentle circles drawn on her hands now soft strokes. and most of them were always centered around her stomach. it was his new way of expressing his unconditional love that was now not only directed towards her but also towards the tiny life growing inside her. they had adapted to parenthood together and it made her fall in love even more.

especially when he talked to their small little miracle when he thought she was asleep. it had started as small confessions towards their baby and had turned into full one-sided conversations now. it warmed her heart when she listened to him, heard how he expressed some of his fears — that amara found were completely unreasonable— and talked about how excited he was. no matter which gender their little bundle of joy would have. only they mattered to them, her, him and the small unborn baby. their bubble was complete.

but the couple knew that their bubble would burst soon and they would rather be the ones to do it than an outsider. after spending one month at home, shielded from the outside, she had decided to come out. and her first official appearance was no other place than kylian’s match. her parents had surprised her with a visit and both knew, they couldn’t hide it any longer now. they hadn’t exactly spoken about a way they would announce it but it was clear that they would have to share it with their families now.

along with her parents she was seated in their usual reserved spots for the families of the players, next to them kylian’s parents and his brother with his children. she played with kylian’s nephew, bouncing him on her lap while her mind wandered off to thinking about how it would be in a few months. when she would be cheering him on with their small bundle of joy.

their eyes met and she watched his smile grow bigger as he spotted her with his nephew — no doubt, the same image of her with their baby was running through his mind. again, there was an overwhelming sense of pride and excitement. amara turned to her mother, who had redirected a question towards her, wondering why her daughter was glowing so positively. and all she could do was grin. they would know later.

though later appeared to be very close as their secrecy came to an end with the opening score. he had hit a beautiful goal after dribbling his way through the penalty area and instead of hitting his usual celebration, he went for the ball. there were shocked gasps around her along with a roar of cheer when he ran around with the ball under his shirt and sent a heart her way. everyone instantly put the pieces together — after all there weren’t many possibilities what it could signify — and immediately they all turned towards her.

“don’t tell me…” her mother trailed off in shock and amara nodded, grinning widely.

“surprise,” she exclaimed, a cheeky smile adorning her face. she lifted the sweatshirt a bit and revealed her four-month old belly that she had been hiding for the past month now.

fayza immediately pulled her into a hug, kissing amara’s temple gently. “félicitation ma fille. oh je suis tellement contente.” — congraulation, my daughter. i’m soo happy

one by one, they hugged her, all expressing their felicitations. even the others that were around to support their player on the pitch threw a happy congratulations towards her.

“how far along are you?” her father asked her, pulling his daughter in for another hug.

she smiled into the hug, the feeling of home spreading through her body. “nearly five months now. i finished my first trimester a few weeks ago.”

“now it makes sense why you couldn’t go out with me,” alice realized and amara sent a wink in her direction.

“how could you keep this from us?” her mother asked in a shocked tone, looking at her daughter incredulously. “amaghị m ma m ga-akụ gị maka idobere m ya ka ọ bụ naanị nwee obi ụtọ. ihe a abughi ihe i zonari nne gi ada.” — i don't know whether i'm supposed to hit you for keeping it from me or just be happy. this is not something you hide from your mother.

amara shrugged. “it was our little secret.”

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amara.imani and k.mbappe

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amara.imani secret is finally out. the reason i had to cancel the second leg of my tour. i’ll back soon but in the meantime, baby imani-mbappé is coming

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the news had spread like a wildfire and even people who weren’t interested in the football or music industry knew that amara imani was pregnant. their names had been mentioned in every article for three weeks straight, wondering over the gender of the baby and when exactly it could maybe arrive. her phone was now silent everyday to drown out the constant vibrations of notifications. it was spammed with articles and posts mentioning her — everyone had something to say about her pregnancy.

even players she hadn’t ever interacted with had slid into her dms to wish her and kylian well. not to forget the french national team who had called to congratulate them as well. they had instantly launched a group call, to also include those who played overseas and wished their two friends well. everyone bombarded her with questions about the impending arrival of their baby — their new protégé as they liked to call it now. a warm feeling spread through her body as she thought about the way, their baby already had so many uncles that loved their coming bundle and would help them. they were a big family after all.

as she advanced in her pregnancy and her bump grew bigger, kylian also grew more protective around her. he didn’t allow her to lift a finger to do anything around the house anymore except go to pee. he cooked now and send his mother to drop off food when he was busy or away for a game. his chauffeur had now become something like their housekeeper, occasionally checking in on her when she was home alone. kylian had even hired her a personal shopper that would go shopping for her when she didn’t feel like online shopping. he was doing everything to protect her from doing too much.

and amara understood where he was coming from so she couldn’t even be mad at him. after their latest doctor’s appointment, where they had been told that there was a risk of giving birth prematurely, her own fears had reappeared again. they had never truly left her but now they were living in her brain again. her pregnancy had already been complicated with her uterus apparently refusing to grow to give the baby more space. she had been told it was a protective response of her body after a certain kind of trauma she must have endured — a trauma that her body now refused to live again so it took protective measures. she had been ordered two weeks of bed rest and after that, to do the most to go easy on her body. spare it from hard work.

seven months into what should have been the happiest time of her life and she found herself afraid of her own body and what could happen if she gave birth prematurely. she had worked through the fears concerning her career and now she would have to manage the fears of not being ready to give birth.

and adding to that fear that hovered over her now, pregnancy had also become harder for her. what had seemed to be a small curve before now looked like a midsized watermelon shoved into her stomach. the toll on her body became more prominent now — daily ingestions of vitamins, eating twice the amount of what pregnant women usually consumed — measures like that had become routines for her. she had been warned of a complicated pregnancy but none of what she had been told measured up to what she was feeling.

nonetheless, her pregnancy was also marked with good moments, happy moments where both just got ready for parenthood. moments that had put light on the situation they were living in at the moment. painting the room had been a day where they had created lots of memories they cherished. the singer had been visiting friends of hers who had been staying in the city of love and had come home to find kylian with a screwdriver in his hand while achraf was reading him the instructions for the crib.

“you’re supposed to put it like this.”

“i’m doing that. it won’t go in.”

the two hadn’t even noticed her arrival their focus laying purely on the crib. turned out, he had left training early and had dedicated the entire day to constructing the crib and getting the room finished. her heart had grown twice its size that day. there were so many memories they had already created in that room (looking past their messy make-out session because she was feeling horny) and painting the room of their coming bundle of joy was just an addition to that.

the realization of parenthood and their new addition to the family had somehow wriggled into their lives. during her first trimester, she had pushed the thought of pregnancy at the back of her head, hoping to procrastinate everything that concerned it. now she was excited for the arrival of their little bean and was planning each detail as finely as she could. they were navigating their way around it with the new flow of emotions they were experiencing. as she progressed and her bump became bigger, so got the question about the name their unborn child would carry. it was clear to both of them that their baby would not carry a double-name; they held no importance if the only place where they appeared was on official documents. they would settle on a single name their baby would be known through the world.

he had the entire world scream his name and wear it on their shirts to express their support for him, she had people sing her music all over the world and express themselves to it. both names carried big weighs all around the world and no matter which name it got, there would always be expectations that would have to be reached. yet she sensed that it was more important for him — the matter of the name. so they chose mbappé for their last name. but the problem of the forename still linged.

that’s how they found themselves awake in bed at four in the morning with the question of the name preventing them from sleeping (in addition to amara craving for tacos at two in the morning). they were surrounded by baby name books while their phones had websites for baby names open.

“what do we think of kylian mbappe jr?” he proposed jokingly, grinning at her as he stole another of her sweet potato fries.

she rolled her eyes. “of course, why not? and while we’re already at it, why not instantly start project mbappe and put it into the academy instantly after i give birth?”

he held his hands up on surrender. “it was just a suggestion.”

“a stupid one,” a small giggle left her lips as she declines his proposition. she was kind of glad that he wasn’t stressing so much about the pregnancy as much as she was now. one of them needed to be the easy parent and she knew it was just in her nature to be the stricter person.

“what about… malouanne ?” he read out loud from his phone which earned him a pillow thrown his way. “what? it’s a mix of the names marie, louise and anne. fits perfectly if you ask me.”

“as beautiful as the name may sound, do you want our kid to be bullied at school?” amara instantly retorted back, continuing to read in her book to find a name.

that was how they spend the night, searching for names that would fit their little human and create their identity. the question of the name was always a difficult one because somehow nothing seemed to fit. nothing was enough for their baby. they were looking for a name that just screamed their bundle of joy; that upon hearing it would immediately make them think of it.

“should we add a middle name?” he asked her, putting his phone down to look at her. his hand instantly placed itself on her stomach, stroking it gently. “should we give you a middle name,” he asked softly towards the stomach. a smile made its way on his face when he felt a kick at the spot where his hand laid and amara hissed slightly.

“i think we need a middle name,” kylian told her slyly. “our little bean clearly agrees with me.”

“they agrees on everything with you. i swear i have a daddy’s girl in my stomach.”

her boyfriend grinned at her, cradling her stomach. “well, they are their father’s child” his grin widened when he felt a kick again.

she shook her head in disbelief but knew he was right. bidding him goodnight and placing a last small kiss on his lips, she waltzed a bit around to find the perfect position to sleep in. with her belly growing, so did the matter of finding a good position to sleep in but the huge pregnancy pillow that kylian had bought her seemed to help. still it didn’t take away the ordeal of finding the position. she was nearly asleep, her mind already drifting away when kylian finally closed the books and turned off the light. his hand wrapped around her waist to feel closer to her as he got comfortable in bed.

she had nearly missed his suggestion, already dozing off when she heard his voice. it was barely above a whisper but loud enough to hear.

“i think ada would suit her perfectly as a middle name in case it’s a girl. the perfect mix of you. and you said you wanted to honor your mother.”

needless to say that she fell asleep with a smile on her face. one problem less now in what was supposed to be the happiest time of her life.

a sharp pain shot through her body. she had been seated on the couch, excitingly watching kylian play when suddenly all she could focus on was the feeling of agony that spread through her body. she tries to ignore it but it’s stronger than her. her hands immediately go down to hold her bump as she leans forward, pain rushing through her entire body and making it impossible to think. her mind is consumed with the feeling of crucifying agony and she can’t think of anything else.

as quick as it comes, it subsided again and she takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure— before it starts all over again. her first thoughts are that she’s experiencing preparation labor — the famous braxton hicks, that her doctor had warned her of and that she had been victim to during her seventh month. but this pain felt different. the match had been long forgotten as she found herself on the floor, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. her body felt weak, too heavy for her to carry to even try to sit up. the salty substance of her eyes had already started to stain the white carpet and she was able to taste her tears. her eyes travel around the room, as she looks for her phone and desperation fills her as she sees it on the other side of the room, charging. she tries to get up, to at least manage to crawl to it but another pain prevented her.

her eyes close, too weak to have them open as soft sobs leave her trembling lips. she’s wallowing in pain, hoping that someone will find her; that kylian will come home soon. she had always been afraid of giving birth in bad conditions, especially as she was early and her due date was supposed to be in two weeks. her arms wrapped around her stomach as she tried to comfort herself by whispering sweet encouragements, hoping that they would at least help her calm down a bit. but the pain did not leave her.

she doesn’t know how long she’s suffering in agonizing pain when she suddenly hears the apartment door opening and someone entering. pearls of sweat are running down her forehead as she’s compressed to the floor, her arms hugging her belly close to her. the solitude had amplified her situation, made it worse as fears had taken over her mind; the fear of having to give birth alone. and she couldn’t be mad at kylian. after all, the due date was supposed to be in two weeks and even that was much earlier than expected. she tries to ignore the pain and at least try to lift her head to see who just came in but the waves of pain that stream through her body are stronger. like electric waves rushing through her body and hitting her everywhere.

it’s his driver that gives her a bit of hope again when she hears his voice. he immediately rushed towards her, kneeling down as he took in the scene.

“i don’t… i don’t want to give birth..” she managed to croak out, pain preventing her from speaking clearly. her voice was filled with agony as small sobs left her lips. "je veux kylian.” — i want kylian

there was no hesitation, no time to panic or doubt. she was sobbing as she tried to catch her breath while he swiftly retrieved his phone to dial the emergency services. while his other hand held the phone, the other was softly stroking her back, hoping to transfer some solace to her. a bystander would have interpreted the scene in front of them completely different but right now, it comforted amara. calmed her down knowing she wasn’t going through this alone anymore.

he also called kylian but he soon realized it was of little avail, when his eyes caught the screen where the camera had just zoomed on the french striker. the feeling of desperation now seemed to have caught onto him too as he quickly grabbed amara’s phone to place another urgent call. this time to his brother who had not been selected for the match. their call was not very long, only sharing the most important details. his heart lightened a bit when he saw the sudden substitution of kylian. but the feeling of relief was as quickly gone as it came when his eyes fell on the woman next to him, who seemed to take the pain harder with every second that passed.

staying conscious started to become hard for her. she felt a bit of relief when the medics had finally arrived, instantly carrying her to bring her to the closest hospital. but he was still not there and it freaked her out. she couldn’t give birth alone. not without him. there was chaos around her, several voices as she was rushed into the hospital and yet her brain only focused on one thought: she needed him here. she had been put into a private room to not attire a lot of attention as they were aware of her identity. they had told her she would soon be ready for the next phase of this journey but she didn’t want to start it. not without him so even though her body was killing her, she held onto the pain till he would be there.

they tried to calm her down as her contractions intensified but it was to no avail. she needed him to be there and hold her hand. be her sanctuary to guide her through her fears. every reassurance that was spoken to her didn’t mean anything to her cause they weren’t whispered by his lips. she wanted him and no one else.

kylian had instantly run to the changing rooms to get his things as soon as he had been informed of the news. there was confusion at first, when he suddenly saw his number on the changing boards but the small explanation from his coach was enough to suddenly hug enrique and rush out as quickly as possible.

there was no time to care about any traffic rules. she was more important. they were what mattered now. short messages had been sent to his families to inform them of the situation before he ran into the hospital, looking to support his girlfriend during this important moment. he didn’t care whether he hadn’t parked right or how many speed limits he had crossed, all he wanted was to hold amara’s hand.

from the reception desk he had instantly been taken to her room where he rushed to her and engulfed her into a close hug. he had seen her in so many states before but this was new to him. unknown territory like each time he went to play on an adversary’s side that he had never crossed paths with. his heart hurt as he took in her appearance; her face scrunched together because of the crucifying pain, the sweat pearls that rolled down her face along with her tears and the small sobs that left her trembling lips. amara was truly in pain.

“t’es- tu est la…” she managed to croak out before another sharp flash of pain shot through her, making her scream in agony. — you’re … here

he wiped her tears from her face and pressed a soft kiss onto her cheek, able to taste the salty taste of her tears. his heart broke as he thought about all the time she must have spent here without anyone close to her and in pain. she had always been scared of facing labor alone, just the thought of it made her doubt everything but he had always been able to calm her down. promises had been exchanged when she had longed for the reassurance that no matter what came, he would always be there for her— in this moment. she would never have to go through this alone.

“je suis venu le plus vite possible,” he mumbled, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. hoping that the solace and feeling of warmth the act usually transferred would calm her down a bit. she cried again, this time though she wasn’t sure whether it was due to his presence or the pain that her body had to endure at the moment. — i came as quick as possible

he lifted their intertwined hands to meet his lips and pressed a kiss on it. “je te l’avais promis. je serai là.” — i promised you. i will be there.

she nodded, another contraction hitting her and preventing her from speaking. her body was overwhelmed with emotions; pain, fear. comfort all present in her body. a bit of solace had been found from kylian being there but the feeling disappeared when the doctor came in agan. when she announced that it was showtime and should have to push now. there was no going back, no time to have second thoughts. it was all happening in this instant now.

labor was hard. jolts of pain were shooting through her body in short periods and each time she had to push through them. she didn’t care if the entire hospital heard her screams or whether she was breaking kylian’s entire hand with the amount of force she was squeezing it. she couldn’t see anything except pain. and what her desperate even more was the fact that nothing seemed to change.

the nurses and doctors were telling her that she was doing a fantastic job but she still felt as if she hadn’t even pushed once. as if nothing had changed. no matter how much she pressed.

“you’re doing so well ma belle,” kylian encouraged her as another of her screams pierced through the room. “you’re so close.”

“why doesn’t it feel like this?” she yelled out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. she was hot, her forehead was sweaty and her body felt weak. she couldn’t push anymore.

“miss, you’re nearly done. we can already see the head,” their doctor tried to motivate her. “we just need two more big pushes.”

her surroundings drowned out as she gathered all the strength that was left in her body to push. everything around her became blurry, colors, shapes, persons. her mind was too tired to make her sight clear and she had no energy left anymore to try to focus.

“we need one last push,” they called out to her as she nearly broke down on the bed.

“i’m tired, ky,” she cried tiredly. her eyes barely open. she looked desperately at him. “it hurts so much. i can’t do it anymore. i just want this to be over but it hurts so much,” her sobs left her body and his heart ached as he listened to her.

“t’es la femme la plus courageuse que je connais. et je vais pas te mentir, je ne sais pas dans quelle douleur tu es. mais je sais que tu es la seule à pouvoir le faire. bientôt on aura notre bébé dans le main. one last push and it’s over, okay?” their eyes mirrored every emotion present in the room. the fatigue but also the exhaustion. pain but also love: there was everything. — you’re the strongest woman i know. and i won't lie to you, i don’t know what the pain you’re in feels like. but i know you’re the only one who can do it. soon we’ll have our baby in our hands.

amara nodded as she took a deep breath to push again. she’s clutching kylian’s hand with every last remaining strength as he continues to encourage her. the pain she’s feeling now was much higher than what she experienced the last five hours. suddenly she feels everything. as if her senses have been amplified. there was a sharp pain accompanied by an agonizing scream and suddenly there's a new voice in the room.

she’s asked to hold her arms out as kylian’s eyes fill with tears and all of sudden she’s holding her baby. their little girl. the joy of their life they’ve been dying to meet.

her eyes are filled with tears as the realization hit her. all the pain is suddenly forgotten, as if it never existed. now her body’s only consumed with happiness. she’s crying hysterically as her baby continues to let out cries. the sign of life. that everything was going well. she didn’t need to look at him to know that he was crying as well.

every of her muscles is feeling exhausted when they take their new child away to do its first medical care. kylian himself wasn’t one to often feel very emotional but when he had been asked to cut the chord that had connected amara and their bundle of joy for nine months. she’s finally here and he suddenly understood the feeling of surrealism that amara had told him about.

after the first checks had been done, their daughter had been placed into her arms again. and somehow she must have had still some liquid in her body as her eyes began to water again when she truly held her daughter for the first time.

“she doesn’t seem like a faith,” amara whispered, holding her daughter who was covered in a soft, fluffy, pink blanket. she had opened her eyes for the first time and again, a few years left her eyes when she stared into her daughter’s beautiful eyes. they had her eye shape but all she saw looking into them was kylian. she had inherited her father’s eyes. the fact that she could reference to kylian as dad now spread a new kind of warmth through her body.

“no. it kinda feels wrong,” he agreed. as he gently trailed a finger over her delicate face, he couldn’t help but fall more in love with the woman in front of him. he had always known that he would always love her, no matter in which reality they found themselves. and he had fallen in love with every one of her versions. and now he found himself falling for her new role. he had fallen deeply for amara in her role as mom. he couldn’t believe he had ever doubted. she was perfect. “what was the second name we chose again?”

“are you talking about anaïs?”

kylian’s smile grew bigger as he continued to stare at his daughter. he had learned the meaning of infinite love with amara but the term of unconditional love. it was this small human that taught him what it meant. what people were talking about when they talked about loving someone unconditionally. “yeah. i think she looks more like an anaïs.”

and looking at her, amara understood. she had stopped crying and was looking at her, as if she was taking in her new surroundings. she had been removed from the safe comfort of her mother’s womb and had now to get used to the outside. “anaïs-ada mbappe. welcome into the world.”

she pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before turning to look at kylian and both smiled. they had done it.

“t’es prête papa?” she asked him teasingly and motioned for him to step closer. “take off your shirt. it’s your time now.” — are you ready papa

she was tired. exhausted. there was fatigue written all over her face and yet her face still wore a smile as she watched kylian take off his shirt to have his first skin-to-skin with their daughter. he gently took anaïs out of her hands and sat down on the bed next to her.

he had her cradled against his chest, the warmth of his chest spreading was a connection between them. an expression of love sacred to only them. their phones were vibrating but they ignored it. only their little family mattered now. “salut ma princesse,” he whispered to her softly as she wrapped her hand around his finger. “moi, je suis ton papa. et je t’aime tellement.” — hello my princess. i’m your dad. and i love so much.

their tiny miracle was held in his warm embrace as time around them seemed to pause. no one else existed in their bubble that shielded them from reality going on outside. it was only them. and somehow, as they held their daughter in their hands, the idea of parenthood didn’t seem so scary anymore. amara fell happily asleep, knowing that they were going to do this chapter together.

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it was their first day at home. and with the first day also came the first night and the first cries.

it still felt so unreal to them how they had left their home as two and had come back with another person. their family addition that represented the proof of their love. putting her down for the first time in her room filled the air with a warm atmosphere. there was so much love around them as she placed anaïs in her bed after putting her to sleep. a small light of the nightlight they had bought cast a yellowish glow around the room, revealing a few of the fine details they had put into the room. their eyes did not leave their daughter, they were too much in awe of what they had created.

she’s woken up by anaïs’ soft cries in the night. a quick glance at the small clock next to the bed told her it was just one in the morning. she’s tired and every bone is begging her to stay in bed but her motherly intuition prevents her. turning, she saw kylian still sleeping profoundly next to her as she gets up to calm down their daughter.

“you’re hungry, aren’t you,” she asked her daughter in a gentle tone as she picked the small baby up and sat down with her on an armchair next to the crib. she thanked kylian’s brilliance for having had the idea of installing one next to the crib. “ça va, maman est là. maman va s’occuper de toi,” she soothed anaïs’ cries as she got ready to feed the little human in her arms. — it’s okay, mummy here. mummy is gonna take care of you

just as she had predicted, hunger had been the cause for her awakening as she watched anais latch onto her breasts, hands grabbing onto each side. her cries quickly subsided as the little girl got fed while amara tenderly stroked her cheek. she waited for a bit longer after making sure anais had burped and rocked her little princess back to sleep before joining her own bed again. she couldn’t even find it in herself to be mad at the way kylian was sleeping so profoundly, as if he hadn’t heard her cries. it was her first time experiencing motherly intuition and tending to her responsibilities. she placed a soft peck on his forehead before falling asleep again, her mind drifting away before she had even truly placed down her head on the pillow.

the second time anais woke up, it was kylian who tended to her needs. amara stirred, ready to get up but the french striker tells her to go back to sleep. that she was already exhausted enough and her body needed some rest. after changing her diaper, he instantly took off his shirt before picking up his daughter and putting her close to his chest. immediately her cries stopped when she felt her father’s warmth and comfort as his fingers gently brushed against her head. they stood in the same position for the next thirty minutes before anais fell asleep again, their small bond blossoming through moments like this. amara’s still heavily asleep when he slips back into bed again, wrapping his arm around her waist to find sleep again.

but his sleep didn't last for very long before they heard her cries again. this time though they had managed to find three more hours to sleep with the clock indicating that it was already eight in the morning. amara was about to get up to look after their daughter when kylian grabbed her hand, motioning for her to stay in bed.

“you went last time,” amara muttered tiredly, already looking for her slippers but kylian shook his head.

“go back to sleep cherie,” he interjected, putting a shirt on. “you need it more than me.”

“your holidays are over tomorrow. if anyone needs sleep it’s you.”

he shrugged, standing up and ready to go look after anais. “and you just gave birth a week ago. repose toi un peu,” he convinced her and she nodded, knowing it was useless to argue with him. she gave him a last kiss before closing her eyes again, fatigue instantly taking over. she didn’t know what had been the matter this time but since her cries quickly stopped at the sight of her father, she knew he had everything under control, her instincts could relax as she slept a bit more. — get some rest

she woke up to an empty bed the next morning. it’s the feeling of coldness next to her that managed to bring her out of her sleep even though she was still tired. she knows that kylian must be around somewhere with anaïs but she enjoyed staying in bed for the first time since she gave birth. regain all her forces.

there was an instant smile on her face when she saw her daughter in kylian’s hands while walking out their bedroom. her heart grew twice its size when spotted them on the sofa with kylian talking to her and anaïs having her eyes wide open. as if she was understanding or at least trying to follow what her father was telling her.

“regarde qui s’est réveillée,” he said softly to his daughter, noticing amara’s presence. “tu as vu maman?” — look who woke up

— did you see mummy?

“vous êtes trop beau ensemble,” she greeted him with a kiss as she sat down next to him and reached for their daughter. anaïs calmly got comfortable in her mother’s arms, not making much of a fuss as she got ready to eat. — you’re too beautiful together

she had a fond smile adorning her lips, looking at her daughter. this tiny human being that changed their lives around. even though she was only a week old, they could already recognize that she was her father’s photocopy. that she would be his except for the shape of her eyes. the one thing anaïs had inherited from her.

“t’es la femme la plus forte que je connais. je ne sais pas comment t’as fait. comment tu fais…,” he told her completely in awe which made amara chuckle. — you’re the strongest woman i know. i don’t know how you did it, how you do it

“et toi tu es l’homme le plus beau, magnifique de toute cette terre. no one i would rather have than you as the father of my baby. — you’re the most beautiful, amazing man on this earth

“she makes everything better,” kylian chuckled as he got up to prepare breakfast for them.

amara nodded, softly cradling her daughter while she breastfed her. her small little hands were placed firmly (as firm as they could be for a one week old) as she drank the breast milk.

“weird how i’m ready to go to war for someone i’ve practically known a week. and yet she’s the answer to everything.”

he understood that feeling better than anyone. if the world turned around him before, now his world turned around her. he was ready climb mountains, cross jungles or put the world on fire if it was necessary for his daughter’s happiness. he would do anything for her. “i love you two more than anything.”

his eyes held that famous sparkle as he spoke and amara leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. in the span of a week their lives had changed and they had been thrown into the world of parenthood. the one thing no matter how much one studied, there was never the perfect preparation. one would never know how parenthood actually worked out till they were parents. it was a new path to life.

amara and kylian had each other to overcome the hills and rocks that may have been put onto their way. anaïs was the confirmation of what they had always been. a family. their bubble was finished and perfect now. they had everything they needed.

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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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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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k.mbappe mon amour 

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𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚.𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢

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amara.imani je t’aime

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joyeux anniversaire ➺ k.mbappe

summary – it’s kylian’s birthday and amara had something special planned for him

pairing – amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé

warnings – none

word count - /

author's note - in honor of kyky’s birthday, i just had to post something for our favorite french golden boy. i had actually planned to make a longer chapter but tumblr and wifi screwed me over and deleted my 6k draft. so i had to quickly come up with a smau. but i have another bonus for amara and kylian planned and a big surprise coming 🫶🏾

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

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amara.imani joyeux anniversaire mon amour. i thank god everyday for bringing us together. you are the most important person in my life and make my day shine brighter everyday just by being you. words cannot describe how grateful i am for u. i am so proud of everything you have already achieved. and i know there’s more to come

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𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌

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k.mbappe

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k.mbappe merci à tous vos nombreux messages et félicitations pour aujourd’hui. et merci mi amor @amara.imani pour avoir organisé cette fête.

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