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Dull Shine

Summary: The circumstances might have dulled the shine she had. Feeling empty even with his company.

Warnings: cursing.

"What do you think about this?"

You turn your head away from your phone, looking at him up and down. "I like it, but maybe the black and white Jordan's?"

He nods, walking back into the closet and changing his shoes. You look at him while he does that.

It's like a routine for him, going back from training, quick visit to his mom or dad, going home to shower, and getting ready to go out.

He's been trying to spend as much as he can with his friends, Hakimi, Dembele and the team. They like to hit the club in a vip area, the other invite girls who look like the typical hooker.

You didn't worry about it, Kylian is not a cheater. He barely even acknowledged the girls. He likes to go there to be with the team.

"What about now?" He poses, showing you the fit and pulling his leg up your nightstand. "Do I look good?"

"Like a million dollar baby," you smile. Watching him get all cocky at the praise. "I feel like I should be worried. You're going out looking like this." You joke.

You walk over to him, smacking his ass in a playful way. He turns to you, smiling, wrapping his hands around your body.

"You know you're my only one." He kiss your neck. "If you want, you can come with me." He smiles into your skin. "Think about it," He says, kissing your neck again and pulling away to walk into the bathroom.

You are thinking about it, but you can't help but think of how the other girls go to those places. Dressed in the most expensive things, the best type of jewels, Cartier, Van Cleef, their expensive Louboutin or YSL heels.

You don't have that. You worked a nine to five job that didn't allow you to get the designer things.

You moved to Paris to study, wanting to get a better future for yourself. You were still paying some debt from your college.

Kylian begged you to move in with him a year into your relationship. You accepted only with the condition of him letting you help with some bills.

He obviously didn't allowed that. Letting you believe that you were going to help but in reality he was taking care of the two of you.

You never accepted his money. You loved your little job. It was not much, but it was enough for you.

You look into your things, finding a pair of cargos, and a backless bodysuit. You liked the combo, and you know he would too.

You weren't so sure about the shoes, you usually wear the outfit with some Jordan's to match him.

"I like that look." He says as you enter the bathroom, you smile, grabbing your makeup and lightly applying some.

"You look like a billion dollar baby, now." He says, kissing your cheek. "And what better way to match your look than with this."

He hands you a black box with a golden bow. You already know that there's something extravagant inside the box.

"Amour, we talked about this." You say, applying gloss. "What did we say?"

He rolls his eyes. "No gifts without consulting first."

"And what did you do?" You smile a little.

"Getting you something that my heart told me you would love." He left the box in the bed, walking over to you. "It will go amazing with your outfit, mon amour, s'il te plaît."

You sigh, nodding your head. You walk over him, kissing his cheek and thanking him. "Let's see." You fake a smile.

What you can't help but feel bad is the way he smiles that he has. He loves giving you things.

You pull a black Saddle Bag from Dior. you love it, you were trying to save for this bag for some time, always having some sort of problem and needing to use the money.

"Come here." He pulls your arm, walking you to the tall mirror in the closet. He grabs the bag from your hands. Positioning it on your shoulder. "What do you think?"

You feel bad from how much you love the bag and the way it goes with your clothes. "Thank you." You smile, turning around to hug him and kiss him.

"Now what if you put your things inside and we go meet my friends?"

You nod, kissing him one last time. You grab your bag, moving your things. You look at yourself one last time before joining him in the living room.

You were his designated driver since he didn't have a license. He picked one of his less extravagant cars, not wanting to call the attention.

The first person you see is Achraf, he was talking with this pretty brunette. "Don't let him trick you, he's still married." Kylian jokes, knowing that will make Hakimi awkward.

"I'm not, don't believe him."

The girl only nods, laughing and kissing Kylian's cheek. "Bonjour to you too."

"Y/n, come here." Achraf stands up, hugging your figure. "This idiot finally convinced you to come, so amazing."

You smile, smelling the alcohol in his breath. "I finally left the crib." You laugh.

"Pamela, this is Y/n." He introduced the girl to you. "She's Kylian's girlfriend. She's so amazing, talk with her." He push your shoulder down, making you take a seat next to her.

You felt uncomfortable, the girl clearly didn't like that either. You turn to see kylian and Achraf talking with Marqhinhos and Vitinha.

One waiter gets close to them, Kylian turns to you. "Something you want to drink, bébé?" He kisses the top of your head.

"Whatever you're having." He nods, turning and leaving you again with the very judgy girl. "I like your nails." You say, trying to start some conversation.

She scuffed, turning to you. "Where's Emma?"

"Emma?" You ask confused. "As Kylian's ex-girlfriend Emma?"

She nods, looking you up and down. "Yeah, I miss her."

You didn't answer, getting up to go next to Kylian.

"Hey, you left my girl alone." Achraf says.

"Your girl's an asshole." You say to him, making Kylian laugh. "You really suck at picking, Haki."

The rest of the night was good. You didn't feel like leaving Kylian's side, and he didn't seem to mind.

Once you're home, you find yourself next to him in the bathroom, both preparing to sleep. "We should go out again. It was fun." You nod, finishing with washing your teeth.

You felt so out of place tonight. All these girls, all these drinks and other substances. You didn't feel like doing all that again.

You didn't belong to his world. You were used to parties back in college, but the type of being in your pj's and drink cheap alcohol from a cup.

You can't get used to the extremely overpriced drink he likes, the extremely overpriced restaurants, trips, clothes.

You turn to him. He was applying some cream, too concentrated to mind the way you're questioning yourself.

✨️✨️✨️

"You have to be joking," Celine says. "That can't be real."

"I can't make this up. That freaking girl asked me where his ex was." You laugh, passing her another dress.

"Look at the bright side. She's just a one night stand, and you're the girlfriend."

You two share a good laugh. Celine is your boss, you started working for her in your second year living in Paris.

You loved her, and she loved you. That's why even when Kylian offered to find you something closer to where he lived, you said no.

She trusted you even when you barely understood French. She helped you and taught you a lot.

She has her own brand. It was very successful. She dressed so many french models and football wags. Like Antonella and Bruna.

She's not the type of designer to order and sit around her company. She loves her stores and mostly hangs around with you on the one you work.

"Well, at least you had fun."

"I don't know." You say honestly. "I feel so weird when I'm at these places."

"I used to feel the same, but it's all in your head. You do belong there, with him." You nod, smiling at her. "Now go. I got a fitting, and I'll close the store." You nod, saying your goodbyes.

You walk for a while, trying to de-stress. You text Ethan, sending him a pic of the cinema poster that's outside a mall.

You missed hanging with him now that he's more involved with football and practicing. But you were proud because he and Kylian were playing together.

When you get to Kylians house, you see Brice there. He was doing something with your boyfriends head.

"Getting Cinderella ready for the dance?" You joke, taking a seat in the coach next to where he's seated.

They laugh, explaining that the little trim was because of the party the club does for their foundation. They have an auction in order to raise money to help the foundation.

"You have your dress ready? Maybe I can get a tie to match you." He asks, looking at you.

You freeze, you forgot to think about a dress, even tho he told you about this a while ago. You even wrote in your notes to look at some dresses.

"Wait, when did you say was the party?" You ask, trying not to show your worries.

"In two days, mon amour."

You nod, excusing yourself to go upstairs. You can't help but panic, you did forget about getting a dress.

You see into your dresses, nothing is up for the occasion, nothing says exclusive party with extremely rich people.

You chat with your friend, asking her if you can borrow a dress from her. Sadly for you, her dresses were all short ones. And the party attire is long formal.

You search online for dresses, but all of them were way too expensive for your budget. You didn't want to ask Kylian for money.

Also, you didn't want to admit that you forgot about the party and that you didn't have anything to wear.

"I feel so dumb." You say to Celine. "I forgot about the party, and now I'll have to admit that I don't have a dress."

"Why don't you take one of the dresses we have?" She asks, confused.

You look at her, ironing some dresses. "As much as I love your dresses. I can't afford them."

"Aren't you dating the footballer who earns the most in Europe?"

You hate that reaction, Kylian wins his own money, but that wasn't yours to waste or to use.

"You say it. He's the one earning that money." You go back to ironing. "I think I'll just skip this. It's no big deal." You shrug.

She nods, walking over to the back. You can hear her opening something and moving things around. When she's back, she's holding a gorgeous orange and yellow dress

"I made this for a French singer. She never got to wear it. I think I can let you borrow it." She smiles.

You looked at the dress, it was beautiful, a classic figure and the colors were subtle, nothing crazy just beautiful.

"Are you sure?"

"Just keep the tags. They are there for reference of the model and size." She hands it over to you. "I think it will fit."

You smile, hugging her tightly. "I can't thank you enough for all you do for me."

She shakes her head no. "You can thank me by taking a picture with him and having him tag me."

You nod, smiling like crazy because now you can wear something pretty to the party. "I'll make him post a solo picture of me just to thank you." You laugh, hugging her again.

When you got off work, you asked Kylian if his chauffeur could pick you up. You weren't going to take public transportation with a borrowed dress.

"Bonjour madame." Kylian smiles, pulling his window down. "You asked for a ride."

"Did I?" You acted confused. "Well, I asked my boyfriend to pick me up, but since he's not here, can you give me a ride?"

He opens the door to get off the car. Closing the door and opening it again. "Ladies first." He says, a very deep tone to look more serious. "Careful with the head."

He joins you in the back of the car. Kissing your cheek as he lays his head on your shoulder. "Thank you for picking me up." You grab his hand and kiss it.

k.mbappe

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psg 💙❤️✨️

ethanmbappe love is in the air 😩🤪

celinedesigns the outfits 😍✨️

achrafhakimi where's the picture we took? 😔

"Oh great, Achraf brought his side chick." Carol says, rolling her eyes at the sight of Pamela.

"So I'm not the only one who doesn't like her." Alessia laughs.

"No, this one right here also dislikes her." Caron elbow you, you scuff.

You turn your head to where Hakimi and Pamela are, they are chatting with Marquinhos and Donnarumma.

"She asked me if I could bring her some wine the other day at the barbecue Marcos organized. When I told her it was a self serve kinda thing, she told me nannies aren't supposed to bother the guests and just follow orders."

You and Alessia just laugh, that girl definitely had the nerve to think she was better than others.

"Talking about drinks, I'm going to get one more, you guys coming?" They shake their heads, lifting their half full drinks. "I'll be back."

You walk over to the bar, ordering a cocktail. You feel someone tap your shoulder.

"I like your dress." Pamela says, ordering a drink. You nod smiling. "So Haki and Kyky are friends."

You squint your eyes at the nicknames. "Yes, I noticed that." You sarcastically say. "Also, I think the whole city of France knows that."

"What I'm saying is, I'm here to stay." She gets closer. "And I don't want us fighting, our men's are friend. We can be too."

You turn your head at where Kylian is, even tho he's leaving the team. You know Achraf is a very important person in his life.

"I like your dress too."

"Thank you, it's Versace." She smiles. "Where's yours from?"

"Celine."

"Oh, I didn't knew they did discounts."

You choke on your drink. The audacity of her to say that with the biggest smile like it's nothing.

"They don't."

"Well, Haki told me you work in retail, very Georgina of you." She scuffed. "And let's be honest, unless Kylian bought that for you or they gifted you the dress, I don't think your nine to five allows you to get expensive brands, with the way you dress regularly."

You stare at her, wanting to wipe that stupid grind off her face with a slap.

"Emma used to buy that brand all the time, I get you want to he like her, just don't make it that obvious." She laughs.

You smile. You weren't going to make a scene there like she hoped for. "Well, if you care to know that much, Celine herself gave me this dress to wear tonight. She's a good friend."

"Yeah, sure." She turns back to the bar.

You grab your drink, not wanting to spend more time with her. Just before you left, you got closer to her.

"Talking about copycats, maybe look in the mirror because Hiba's whole wardrobe was Versace. But not from the rack like yours, she knew Donatella."

You don't even walk back with the other wags, you walk into the bathroom trying to calm your anger.

Why did she think that because you have a regular job you were less. Yes, you couldn't afford a dress like the one you're wearing and maybe you couldn't do all the things Kylian does for you. But you were happy with your job, you liked being down to earth.

You wipe the tears that your anger made you let out. Not wanting for all the girls or even her to look at you like that, you walk out, trying to get some air.

After some time of not seeing you, Kylian asked Alessa where you were. She answered with a shoulder shrug.

You walked back into the venue at the right time. He walks faster to you. "Amour, where were you?" He kiss your cheek.

"I was taking air, needed it." You half smile. "Maybe I'll ask the chauffeur to take me to your house. I'm tired."

If there's something he used to do, it was reading you like an open book. You missed that. The way he would tell something was wrong before you even did.

"I'll just wait a little more because of the club bosses." He kiss you quickly. "I'll ask my bodyguard to accompany you to the car."

You nod, walking quickly to the table to say goodbye to your friends. Saying the same excuse. You're tired, but not physically, you are tired mentally.

From all the pressure you put yourself into. Even when you want to try, you can't do it. You don't feel like you belong to his world.

You change into your pajamas, as you wash your face and do your routine. You can't help but feel anger at the words of Pamela.

You looked at the dress before turning the closet light off. She was right. You couldn't afford it. You were playing Cinderella with it.

✨️✨️✨️

"Are you sure you don't want me to pay for the dry cleaning?" You ask again. "It's the least I can do, just let me-"

"Honey, since you wore that dress, my lines are going crazy for the same style in different colors." She smiles, taking the dress from your hands. "Actually, when did you say was the ballon d'or?" She laughs

"Not until a few months." You laugh with her.

"I think it's enough time to design something just for you. But that would be me as a brand, this was me as a friend."

You thank her again, turns out wearing her dress made not only the signer but other models want the dress.

You felt special when she told you that, asking you to help her with the online orders, even when she had a team she trusted you with her life.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Coffee is on me, by the way."

"Hey. Take tomorrow off, I think you deserve it after how hard you work."

You nod, saying your goodbyes and leaving the store. You got to your favorite coffee shop, getting yourself a treat.

Kylian asked you to pick up his mother's birthday gift, giving you his card and telling you to go crazy if you wanted.

"I called the bank and told them Ma femme is going crazy with the plastic." he says before leaving to practice. "If it's something like a bag, she wants it in blue."

You tried to find something blue because that's what she asked. You know she likes jewelry too. Maybe both can be nice.

You text Kylian a picture of the options you have. He was in a meeting with Luis Enrique, and they were creating a plan for the UCL game.

You walk out of the store with the bag for Fayza, moving to Cartier to get her some jewelry, maybe a necklace.

You get a pair of earrings and a necklace to match. You know she will like it, you and her have similar taste in clothes, bags and jewelry.

Kylian texted you to get him a bucket hat from Louis Vuitton. He wanted one for a long time, and now that you're out and about.

You picked two for him, a black one and a white one. You text asking if that will be all or if he would like something else.

You check the store, finding a cute Alma Nano bag that in your eyes was so cute, You think about what he says, you can spend as much as you want on his mom gift and if you want something you can pick anything.

You text Kylian a picture asking if he likes the bag. You were questioning if you should or not.

"Madame, I'll go get the hat you requested. I'll be right back." the sales girl says to you. "You can wait on the couch, or you can keep looking around."

You nod, looking around the store for something else. Eyes going back to the bag.

"Oh God, you're here." You hear someone saying. "If you're filling applications, I need a maid." Pamela laughs.

Her hands were full of designer brands. You smirk when you see the Versace one. "Trying to fill Hibas side of the closet, I see."

She rolls her eyes. The knife digging hard on her with all the ex-wife jokes. You enjoy the way her face turns kinda red.

She was about to say something. The sales girl interrupts her. "Madame, I have the items upfront per your request."

"Merci, I'll be right there." You pass Pamela, ignoring her for the sake of your evening. "Can I add this bag to my bill, please."

You pay for the things, getting out of the store without paying mind to Pamela. You didn't need her to ruin your mood.

The chauffeur was waiting for you, Kylian texted you to go pick him up after picking you up.

"Hello, sunshine." You smile as he opens the door of his car. "Long time no see, Mister Mbappe."

"Like what?" He asks, following your joke. "It's been like five years, isn't it?"

"So long, Paris." You dramatically say. "I got you your hat, two actually."

He kiss you hello, seeing the bags in the front seat. "Perfect, I can look fancy at the beach."

You two chat about his day during the way home. Kylian was excited about the ucl game and you loved that for him.

You two walk with the bags, well, he did. You carry his toiletry bag. "So you want to make something for dinner together?" You ask, leaving his things at the entrance of the house.

He nods, searching for a tutorial on something he's been wanting to do for a long time. You collect the ingredients, helping him with the preparation.

"Tomorrow we are invited to Hakimi's sister birthday party." He says, opening the oven and leaving the food there. "It's going to be at Hakimi's."

You think about the whole Pamela situation. You know you want to tell Kylian about it, but you're not sure if you want to ruin his mood today or ruin the whole invitation thing.

You think about it while you finish with the salad. You hate confrontation and you hate creating an opportunity for her to bother you some more.

"Ready, bébé." He says, placing the dinner on the table. "Let's eat and I'll tell you about my day" He says, kissing your neck.

He serves you two. You bring some water for him and a soda for you. Needing some sugar to sweeten your day.

Kylian talks about his day training and how he will shoot a new commercial for Oakley, the glasses brand that he models for.

"And I asked them for a pair of glasses for you. So you'll be the first one to try the new collection."

"Woow." You laugh. "Since we have connections, we are getting free sun glasses."

You finish dinner between jokes and talking about what to buy for Hakimi's sister.

You have to talk to him. You tell yourself that again, and again, and again. You don't want to look like the bitter friend of the ex who doesn't approve the new girl.

You move to your room, fixing the washed clothes into their designated spot in the closet. He was in the bathroom, applying his night skincare like you taught him.

"Hey, can I talk to you about something?' You ask loudly.

"Oui, bébé." He shouts back.

You keep putting the clothes in the racks. "I know this might sound weird, but I don't like Pamela." You began. "She's just so mean and such a freaking brat around me. Thinking she can diminish me because of my job and shit. I don't feel like putting the nice act with her anymore."

You let everything out, feeling more relieved now that it was out and you didn't have to tip toe around her in front of kylian.

You wait for his response. Silence is taking over the room. You can hear a sound of voices in the background.

You move to the bathroom, finding him with his phone in his hand, watching a video about a show or something like that.

"Did you even pay attention to what I said?" You ask mad.

He looks at you, pausing the video. "Pardon, oursamme sent me this video. It's so funny. Here, watch it."

You shake your head no. Walking back into the closet. You're mad at how you can hear him talk about everything, but he can't even hear you for two minutes.

You finish what you are doing. Walking into the room and finding him still watching his video. You roll your eyes and walk into the bathroom to take a nice shower.

You can't help going to bed mad at him. You felt trapped, he didn't pay attention to you, and you only want to be able to say things that you feel.

The next day, you didn't even say goodbye to him when he left, he was too busy with his phone to notice, only saying a quick goodbye and patting your head.

You spend the rest of the day in a mood. Not really caring about anything but being angry at how much he diminish your feelings and focus on something dumb.

The night approaches, you want to send him alone to the party, but Hakimi's sister was always friendly with you. And she came to your birthday last year with a nice gift.

You dress simple, a one-piece full bodysuit you like, since it was chilly you picked a jacket and your black and white dunks.

You fixed your hair and did your makeup. Something natural since you knew everybody there and everybody knew you with and without makeup at this point.

Kylian was sitting on the couch, waiting for you to be done. He was now aware of your mood. When he came home you just rolled your eyes and refused to heard about his day.

"Ready?" He asks.

You nod, grabbing the gift you got and grabbing the house keys. "Which car?" You ask, very dryly.

Kylian hates when he knows he fucked up but doesn't know at the same time. He can't piece what he did to make you mad.

"The chauffeur is waiting for us." He says, low tone. His hand find the small of your back. You move, not wanting to have his hands on you.

The whole trip was like that. He's thankful Achraf's house is relatively close to his own. Because he can't stand the silent treatment you're pulling on him.

"Hello" You smile, hugging Hakimi's sister as you enter the home. "Happy birthday, you look so beautiful."

You make some small talk, Kylian watching you. His sight is burning your skin. You can tell he's observing, he's like a hawk watching his prey.

"Happy birthday." He says, hugging his friend's sister.

You stayed with her, walking into the home and saying a quick hello to the other people. The list of invitations was mostly known faces.

"Thank God you're here. I can't stand being alone with that woman any more." She whispers, head pointing towards Pamela.

You roll your eyes. "I can't stand her either, she's a narcissist with pretty hair." You joke to get some frustration out.

The subject changes, you were talking about life, about updates on different topics you discussed in the past.

"Excuse me just a moment, I'll go check if the food is ready." Hakimi's sister says, walking to the kitchen.

You take the opportunity to go to the bathroom. Going quickly and checking your makeup. You apply a little more lip balm and go out.

"Well, well, well. Cinderella's here."

You sigh, not wanting to engage in the conversation you pass over Pamela, who quickly grabbed your arm.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it was rude not answering when you're being talked to or taught you basic manners?"

You lift an eyebrow, asking back. "Didn't your parents teach you how to respect others?"

She wanted to answer, trying to dig the knife she's been planting on your chest, but you're quick.

"And didn't you know that even with that prude face you're just a stuck up little bitch who thinks is better than anyone else but in reality, you're just an insecure piece of crap?" You whisper close to her, looking her up and down. "Look at you, hiding under all that. Your parents must hate you, having such a hypocrite for a daughter. Being such an ugly person on the inside must feel bad. So don't worry, I get what you're doing. It's not about my job or my clothes. It's that you feel inferior even with all that gold on you."

You walk back to the living room, leaving her there alone. You feel nice. Letting all that out was refreshing.

You went on with your night, some of the wives came to the party, leaving you with a nice circle and not only the birthday girl and you.

"Why is Hakimi looking at you like that?" Alessia asks, making you turn your back to where they are.

Hakimi was looking at you in a weird way. Talking to Kylian while doing it. He turned his head to find you.

"Don't know, maybe his gold digger told him something about me." You shrug, not minding it.

The night was good for you. You walk into the house happy and relaxed. Kylian was silent. You thought it was because of the silent treatment and decided to stop it.

"Hey, what if we see that movie you told me about?" You were finishing your night routine. He enters the bathroom, his eyes fixed on your reflection. "You okay?"

He sighs, not feeling like fighting. "I know what happened with Pamela." He confess.

You lock eyes with him in the mirror, his rough energy making it obvious that he was mad about the situation that happened at his friends house.

"You do?" You ask, making him nod. "Well, about time. She's crazy if she thinks she can get close to me again. What a loser."

He chuckled, shaking his head no. "Are you serious?"

You turn to him, confused about what he knows and how he knows it. "What?"

"You insulted Pamela." He says, his tone is so serious you feel like your parents are scolding you.

"What?" You repeat. "Are you serious right now?"

"Look, I know you didn't like her the night Achraf introduced you to her, but leaving her alone is one thing and belittled her about how Hakimi is just using her to forget his ex and how she's just replaceable is wrong."

You stayed quiet, not believing his words. How is it that you two are discussing the interaction her and you had in so different ways?

"I never say that"

"Well, she left saying you say that."

"Oh, so you believe her over me?" You ask offended.

"Non, but why would she lie? She even left telling Hakimi that she needs to think about their relationship because of what his best friend girlfriend thinks."

You laugh. "Is this a joke?" You ask, turning again and closing your creams. "Because if it is, it's a good one. Stop playing."

He's not laughing, he's quiet as a tomb. "I'm not laughing, am I?"

"Kylian, that never happened. How convenient it is that you get to believe her when a night ago I told you how she belittled me in every way she can."

"You never say that."

You turn back at him, mad at him. "I did."

"You didn't."

"I did, but you, asshole, were paying attention to that stupid video Ousmane sent you." You threw your hand towel at him. "I told you how I felt, but you chose to ignore me, and here we are."

"I don't recall that."

"How convenient." You exit the bathroom, grabbing your pillow and blanket. "You prefer to call me a liar and believe that I would do something like that than talking to me and getting my side."

"Where are you going?" He asks, joining you in the bedroom. "Don't be ridiculous, leave that there."

"No, Kylian, you can sleep alone tonight. I have a feeling that maybe you don't want to sleep with someone who belittles people the way I do and who treats people the way I do. Because it's how I am, of course, even after years of dating, you would think that and take someone else's side."

You walk out of the room, pillow in one hand, and blanket in the other. You enter the guest room that was near your room.

"And don't bother trying to get my story, I'm sure with her side, you have enough to make your own mind." You yell at the door frame. He's stood in front of your bedroom door. "Oh, and I know for a fact Pamela is not going to be the only one thinking about her relationship because I certainly am too."

You slam the door as hard as you can. Locking it . Not even ten seconds later he's shaking the doorknob, asking you to open the door.

"I'm not going to open the door. You chose her, Kylian." You yell again. "You chose to believe her over me." You say lower, crying about the whole situation. "I'm your girlfriend, and you chose her."

The overwhelming feeling of anger and guilt is making you cry, you don't even know why you feel guilty about what you say.

Kylian gave up after twenty minutes. You weren't going to open the door. The way your cries can be heard from outside the door is killing him.

He thinks about what you say, but he can't remember if you told him or not about how Pamela was treating you.

He remembers that you ask him to talk about something, but his stupid self didn't pay attention to the things you told him.

He couldn't sleep. He can't even rest because every time he closes his eyes, he can hear your cries. Even when you're sleep in the bed.

He needed to apologize. He texts Achraf, explaining that Pamela has been bothering you and you just responded back to her.

Hakimi knew you. He had never seen you disrespect anyone. You're friendly and kind to everyone, so maybe you're not lying here.

You woke up extra early, and he had a deep sleep, so when you got to the room and took your clothes and basic things to get ready, he didn't even feel it.

Your eyes were swollen from all the crying. You tried your best to cover your exhaustion with concealer.

The sad eyes you have are impossible to cover. That's why people say the eyes are the windows to the heart. Because you can lie all you want, but your eyes will tell the words your mouth can't.

"Bad night?" Celine asks, handing you a coffee. "It's a double, thought you might need it."

You gave her a half smile. Not wanting to say anything about the topic. She understood, not wanting to push your boundaries.

"Any plans for this weekend?" She asks. Trying to get you to talk and not look like a sad puppy.

"Kylian has an important reunion with his new coach. He invited only five of them with a plus one." You say, remembering the reunion he told you about during dinner on the weekend. "But I'm not sure if I want to attend."

"Why?"

"First, because I'm mad at him." You began telling, making Celine surprised about the first point in your list. "Second, some of these players I don't even know about. I've seen them, but never even talk with them." You exhale, already uncomfortable.

"And third?"

"I don't have anything for the occasion, I feel like my closet is a second-hand craziness that makes stupid bratty models think I'm not enough to be in their presence." You throw the pencil in your hand on the counter.

Celine listen closely to your words. "You are more than welcome to take any of the clothes from the store, you know that."

"And I'm grateful for that. Thank you so much for offering me to take something from here on a loan." You say with honesty. "I just feel like I'm playing dress up with your charity." You feel your eyes tear up. "Celine, I can't afford any of the clothes you design, and somehow, I'm posting on social media about me wearing them, like if I'm not five euros away from breaking the bank."

You can't help the sobs, walking to the bathroom to hide. You feel embarrassed, with your boss, with your life and with your social status.

You were done with people diminish you because you were a retail worker. People calling you a gold digger because you date Kylian.

You're done with pretending to be someone you are not just to be able to fit with the people he's around.

He can afford hundreds of thousands of dollars in clothes, in shoes, in hats or watches. You can afford some pieces from boutiques at the mall when you got a bonus or when you have a special occasion.

You live in a house he paid with a month of working. House you could never afford in this lifetimes or the next five.

You were basically living out of him, and still not even close to making ends meet because the neighborhood stores were five times more expensive that the ones downtown, because just in transportation to where his house is you spend half your income.

You were leaving a life that was not for you. Everybody around him knew that. It was just about time for him to figure that you were just a bump on his way.

You gather composure, thankful for your waterproof mascara. You walk back upfront, meeting a very concerned Celine.

"I'm fine, I don't want to talk about it." You say. Helping her with some things at the store.

You remained quiet for the rest of the day, feeling embarrassed. You missed your family, you missed your friends.

You feel alone. That was an issue.

You have Kylian's family. You have the wags who were your friends. You have Celine. But at the same time, you didn't.

You can't go over to his family to talk about things he does or to get advice because that's not correct in your eyes.

You can take advice when it's asked, but you are not going to rant about your issues with him like you would with your best friend.

You won't rant about the problems of being in the public eye and how people like Pamela treat you with disrespect. But they know about it. Some of them got the same comments, maybe not directly to their faces but on social media every day.

You need your family and friends.

Moving out to a different country with no one to relate to, with no one to talk to about the struggles of barely know the language.

"I'm going home. Do you need me to help you with something else before I leave?"

"No, it's okay." She smiles. Kissing you cheek goodbye. You nod, grabbing your things, giving her the report of the day like always. "Hey, Y/n."

You turn back to her. "Yes, ma'am?"

She hands you a bag. "Open it at home. It's something I forgot to give you." She smiles.

You nod, saying your goodbyes to her and telling her that you will text her when you are home.

You feel a headache, entering home and walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You find Kylian eating and sitting on the counter.

You don't like not talking to him. You want to hug him and cry in his arms. You want him to tell you that everything will be fine and that you are okay and safe.

He has earbuds on, not noticing your presence. You open the fridge and grab the water. Passing next to him and touching his arm.

He jumps a little, quickly taking his earbuds off to pay all the attention to you. "You're home."

You nod, drinking a whole glass of water. "Yes, you're early." You say, serving a glass for him. "What you got there?"

He thanked you, sipping some water. "It's a sandwich. Want a piece?" He placed the sandwich back in the plate and slid it to you.

You took a bite out of the sandwich. It tasted weird from all the ingredients he put inside of it. "It's an interesting flavor. But I think I'm not that hungry."

He finished the sandwich. You took a seat next to him on the counter, a glass of water in hand. "How was your day?" He asks.

"Good, same as always."

He nods, not sure how to approach the situation. He feels horrible about everything. "Can I be honest with you?" He asks.

"Always." You smile, reassuring him.

"I don't know what got into me, I should have listened to you instead of watching that stupid video. And I'm mostly sorry for making you cry and feel like you are something that you are not."

You want to speak, but you let him finish his rambling apology. Knowing he's being honest, this was his way of saying sorry, rambling about the thing he's sorry for, and then getting to a point.

"I know Pamela is someone I know before we even met, but that doesn't mean she's allowed to tell you things or make you feel a certain way. And I won't tolerate that happening to you. I know you and your character. I'm sorry about last night and any other night in the past, I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you don't matter, you do, to me you are the most important person."

You feel your eyes getting teary. You needed those words more than anything. You needed the reassure he's giving you. You needed him.

"Can I give you a hug?" He asks, getting down.

You open your arms, letting him get into your embrace. "Je t'aime." You kiss his neck.

The hug lasted for what felt like hours. That was what you both needed. Specially you.

"Want to go upstairs and take a well-deserved bath?" He asks, kissing your head. "I can even get some strawberries to eat with the chocolate you like." You nod, kissing his lips.

✨️✨️✨️

You didn't work on weekends, mostly because since you weren't just a regular worker at the store, you were upgraded to a little privilege of having you weekends off.

You spend the day organizing some papers you left unattended for a while now. You moved some books that you planned to donate to some students that needed them.

You still needed to find a dress for the activity that was taking place tonight. Ready to go back to Celine and see if she can help you pick something.

You promise her that you will always come to her for anything if you ever needed help. And as much as you feel like you're abusing your privilege, she will likely not let you pay for anything you pick even if you could.

You finish your organization and change into something more presentable to go out with. Asking Kylian's chauffeur to take you to the store.

"Bonjour, mon ange." Celine greets you when she seed you walk in. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good, I'm sorry about that scene. I was just not in a right place that day." You hug her hello.

"It's okay. We all have those days." She laughs. "I know I'm a little lost when it comes to dates and days, but I know for a fact that today you are not working." She hums.

"I'm not, but I have an event, and I want to get something pretty. Maybe you can help me?"

You bat your eyelashes at her. Making her laugh and hug you by the shoulders. "I have the perfect dress for you."

She showed you some dresses, most of them way too formal for the event. But then you see this beautiful short long sleeve black sequin dress.

"It's perfect." You say. "Can I try it on?"

She nods, "Show me how it fits."

You try it. It fits like a glove, it's the perfect length, the perfect material, everything. "What do you think?"

"Fits like a glove." She smiles, making a sign for you to spin. "Parfait" she happily says.

You change quickly. Wanting to run home and get ready for the night. You pass the dress to her as you finish putting your shoes back on.

"So, here's that dress for you." She hands you the brand bag.

"Will you let me ever pay you?"

"I dont think so. But I think I have an idea. If you want, you can return it on monday or keep it." She smiles.

"I'll bring it back, I promise you that one day I'll be able to pay you back everything you do for me."

She hugged you goodbye. Wishing you a great night. You went back straight to the house. Excited about getting ready.

You took your time, getting your hair and a very natural makeup. Kylian got back home in the middle of your routine.

He got ready with you. He was wearing something between formal and not so formal. Nothing too serious, but nothing casual.

"Can you zip me up?" You ask.

He looks at you up and down. Your back greeting him. He runs a finger down your spine, making you arch from the sensation.

"Amour, no." You chuckle.

He kisses your shoulder, moves to your neck, and finishes with your other shoulder. "I love how you look." He whispers in your ear as he zips the dress.

You turn, kissing him and thanking him. "Ready, Mister?"

"Ready, amour." He smiles.

You two arrive at the house of Luis Enrique, his wife and daughter were there with him. He invited Zaire-Emery, Zague, Lee Kang, Vitinha and Kylian.

They came with their plus one, some of them brought their girlfriends and some of them brought their agents.

Kylian sat next to you, on the other side of him was Lee and on the other side of you was Zague.

Lee was with his agent. "You are Kylian's agent?" He asks. His English sounded so adorable since he's not used to it yet.

"I-" You were going to answer, but kylian interrupted.

"She's my girlfriend, Y/n this is Lee, Lee this is Y/n."

"Oh, nice to meet you, you are so pretty. Kylian always talks about you." He shakes your hand.

"Thank yo-"

"Hey Lee, did you saw that we are going to change the training schedule?"

You decided to remain quiet, Kylian was nervous, and that shows, he's very talkative with everything.

They keep talking about different topics. Luis Enrique and his wife were making sure everyone was comfortable.

"Can you pass the salt?" Zague asks. "I'm Zague, by the way, sorry." He laughs.

"Here that salt." You laugh too. "And I'm Y/n. Kylian's girlfriend." You shake his hands the same way with Lee.

"Nice to meet you. This guy always talks about you." He smile. "Are you from Paris? You don't sound french."

"No, I'm actually from -"

"Zague, Lee wants to tell Luis about that day you fell into the pool." Kylian laughs.

"Do it." He chuckle. "Sorry, I didn't get to hear your answer."

You were interrupted again by Kylian. Feeling a little off about it. Zague notices your face falling from the cut in your words.

Not that you were complaining, but kylian interrupted every single interaction you had with everyone. You feel dumb, people asked you things, and you were cut off almost every time.

The dinner was good. You got to sit in front of Luis's daughter, Sira. She was a cute girl and very talkative too.

"Horse riding? that's so cool." You smile at her.

"Yes, I love doing it."

"She's amazing. You should come to one of the competitions they do here in France. It's an experience." Luis says.

"She's afraid of horses." Kylian joined the conversation.

"I'm not." You laugh, thinking he's maybe joking. "I actually think horses are cute and powerful."

"Didn't you once fall off of one?" He asks.

Luis and Sira look at each other, confused about why kylian was bringing that up. "I've fallen a good amount of times. It's pretty normal."

"Yes, and believe me. At first, horses can be scary." Luis says. "Kylian, another glass of wine?"

"Yes, let me serve this one."

Kylian took the bottle, moving his arm a little faster and by mistake throwing your glass all over you.

You feel the cold drink hitting you, moving the chair back quickly, trying to save the parts where it didn't hit yet.

"Oh my God." Sira says, getting up and grabbing a napkin. "It's okay, I think my mom has a cleaning product."

"Let's not worry, your dress is black and I think it'll be safe." Kylian says, tapping his napkin on your legs where the wine hit.

You want to say something, but you are too mad at him to even say something. Being afraid that you will lash out in front of everybody.

"Wait, you have your tags on. Let me take those." Kylian tear off the tags. Making you let out an angry but small growl.

You close your eyes and inhale. "Luis, can I please use your bathroom?" You ask nicely, smiling to hide your emotions. "It's okay, it was an honest mistake. Please do take that glass of wine. I'm just going to dry myself, and we can keep talking."

Sira walked you to the bathroom. She even gave you some wipes and a towel to help with the situation.

"If you need anything else, I'll be over here at the rooms. Second door to the left." She smiles, leaving you alone at the bathroom.

You want to cry, you feel weird, you're dirty and sticky from all the wine you have on you. And kylian pulling the interrupting act was stressful.

You clean the wine off your legs and arms, and you fix your dress that was still wet, and you throw the used wipes and paper at the trash can.

Three knocks made you open the door. Kylian was standing there. "Hey, you okay?"

You roll your eyes, stepping outside. "Can we go home? I don't feel well, am sticky and uncomfortable." You whine.

"Yes, I'll go get your bag, wait for me outside." He says, hurrying to get your things.

He excuses you with everybody. Saying goodbye and thanking Luis for the dinner. They all understood and told him to tell you goodbye.

The drive home you were silent, trying to calm your anger at him. You don't want to yell. You don't want to fight. You just want a shower and a good night sleep.

You enter the house and take your shoes off. Leaving them by the door. You try to unzip your dress, but you can't reach the zipper.

You feel his cold hands, undoing your zipper. "I'm really sorry." He apologizes. Hands massaging your shoulders.

You put your hands in your chest to hold the dress. "Please don't touch me." You walk one step forward. "I'm taking a shower."

He sighs. "It's was an honest mistake, Y/n."

You stop your steps. Turning and walking down two steps. "Was you interrupting on everything I said also unintentional?" You ask, stern tone.

He shakes his head no. Moving upstairs to be at the same height as you. "I said I'm sorry, let's get ready for bed and call it a night."

"A tasteless sorry is supposed to make it up for me?" You walk the rest of the steps. He was already on the second floor. Walking towards the room. "I'm talking to you. Stop ignoring me."

He pulls the silent treatment card, going to the closet to change into his night clothes. You slam the bathroom door, angry at him.

You left the dress on the floor. Feeling nervous about ruining the dress Celine let you borrow.

You shower, taking that hideous feeling. Trying to calm down to be able to face what's outside the bathroom.

He's ignoring you. Under the covers with his phone. Back turned to you. You close the closet door. Not sure if you want him to address anything.

You try not to cry, you have been feeling ignored, you have been feeling bad bout different aspects of your life, and all because of him.

You let yourself get humiliated for the sake of not creating any drama that can get used against him.

You have been a good girlfriend. You're not a bad person. You won't categorize yourself as someone who deserves bad things because you never do bad things to others.

You grab your small suitcase. You pack some basics. You walk into the bathroom with a toiletry bag. Grabbing your most necessary products and things. You walk back into the closet. You finish packing.

You don't move the suitcase just yet. You get down to where your purse is. Walking back upstairs and locking yourself in.

You open the browser. Searching for a flight home, finding one in three hours. You book it.

Texting your friend and telling her that you will be home at the time the ticket says it's landing, she asks you if you are okay and you just say you'll talk once you are there.

You don't move for a few minutes, you tear about the fact that you will leave Kylian alone. That you will have to tell him that you will leave to be able to rest your mind.

You gather courage, order an Uber. Opening the door. He's now watching something on the tv. "Kylian, we need to talk."

"I don't want to fight. Let's talk tomorrow."

"I won't be here tomorrow." You say, your voice is shaking.

He turns, you're with tears rolling down your face, suitcase in hand. "Amour, what are you doing?" he throws the sheets quickly.

He walks over to you, trying to grab you. But you back off. Lifting your hand and making him stop.

"Kylian, I need time. I can't keep going with my days like this. It's not just about tonight. It's the whole Pamela situation. It's just too much." You cry.

"You don't need to leave. I'll go. But please stay here. Mon Amour, please."

"I have my ticket already booked. I'm going home. " You whisper. "I'm not breaking up with you. I just need time. I can't keep going like this."

"This is our home." he whines, not being able to get your reasoning.

"No, this is your house. Those are your friends, this is your country."

You walk past him. Feeling your heart break. You hurry to the strairs. The suitcase is not cooperating with you, wanting to go quickly.

He grabs the suitcase, making you turn to face him. "When are you coming back?" he asks, tears in his eyes. "Because you will be back, aren't you?"

You nod, sobbing. "I'll be back in two weeks"

He then gets your suitcase down the stairs. When you are at the bottom, you throw yourself on his arms.

"I'm sorry, Kylian." You cry. "But please understand that I need to do this. I need to get all this out of my head. I feel so unworthy. I feel so out of place that I don't fit in your world."

"Stop, you do. You are so worthy to me and to everyone around us who loves you and cares about you." he hugs you.

"I'll be back." You pull away. "My Uber is here." You say seeing the notification of the driver. "Je t’aime"

He kisses you. He dries your tears with his shirt. "Text me when you get there. You have the card I gave you? If you need anything please use it."

You nod, kissing his lips. You pull and walk outside. Once you are about to get into the car, you turn to see him standing there. You wave and close the car door.

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Another request by @hatsumiikun and a great one might I add! ^^

So sorry if I got your request wrong in any way I don’t speak Spanish and translated best I could :(

Bonding Gone Bad

Summary: Charlie sets up a bonding exercise for the team and Alastor being Alastor, it goes wrong and they do something about it.

T.W: Small sad parts :(

Swearing

Mentions of Valentino

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Everyone was bored, that was just it everyone was bored.

Charlie sat on a nearby sofa with Vaggie overlooking the parlor. It was a particularly hot day today one of the nearby lava pools had ruptured so it didn’t help that it was blazing hot that day.

Alastor and Niffty sat on a chair in the corner, Alastor with some tea and Niffty chatting excitedly, Husk and Angel were on the floor trying to cool themselves off, Husk was using his tail as a fan, Lucifer was pacing, and Charlie and Vaggie were trying to figure out what to do.

“What can we do Vaggie? It’s too hot to do anything outside.” Charlie turned towards her girlfriend who wore a thoughtful expression, “Why not have them participate in a bonding exercise? We haven’t done one of those in a while.” Vaggie replied with a smile.

Charlie’s face quickly lit up, “Omg you’re right! But what would we do?” Charlie asked her, “Why not do a trivia? Everyone loves those.” Vaggie smiled as Charlie jumped up excitedly.

The giddy princess snatched a megaphone out of absolutely nowhere to get everyone’s attention, “Listen up everyone I have an announcement to make!” Charlie called and quickly the whole parlor turned their eyes towards her.

“Alright I can see all of you are hot due to the lava pool but I have a bonding exercise that might help take your mind off things?” Charlie proposed, “Yeah? And what would that be?” Angel piped up.

“A trivia game! It’s not mandatory you only have to play if you want to!” Charlie told them and pointed the megaphone at Vaggie, a silent invitation if she wanted to play.

Vaggie flew over to one of the couches and sat down with a shrug, “Sure I’ll play.” She grinned when she saw Charlie’s happy face, then the Princess pointed it towards Husk and Angel.

“You know it Princess. What about you Husk?” Angel turned towards Husk but the bartender wasn’t paying attention so Angel jabbed him in the side and he jumped, “Yeah sure I’ll play” Husk replied, waving one of his hands in Charlie’s direction.

“What about you Dad?” Charlie asked Lucifer who only smirked and sat down on the couch, crossing his legs and folding his arms behind his head, “Come on Char Char do you even know me?” Lucifer grinned and Charlie did the same.

“Ooohh I’ll play I’ll play!” Niffty spoke up, jumping off Alastor and scurrying over to be beside Husk, now just one more, Charlie turned to Alastor who looked at her the same, ever present grin still on his face.

“Will you play Al?” Charlie asked the Radio Demon, hope present in her voice. “Hmm I suppose, I’m not one to back away from a challenge after all.” Alastor replied, shooting a quick glance at Lucifer.

“Alright then let’s do this!” Charlie exclaimed and materialized a deck of index cards from nowhere and started the game.

~~~~~

“Alright next question! What was the name of the (maybe) seraphim angel that fell from heaven all those years ago?” Charlie asked, looking up at the group and nearly started giggling at Lucifer’s excited face.

“Come on babe that one’s too easy, it’s Lucifer.” Vaggie spoke up with a laugh, smiling at Charlie’s mini applause. “You know Your Highness it must be very flattering to see your daughter has questions about you in her little deck there.” Alastor spoke up, waving his cane towards Charlie.

“Don’t speak about her like that Bellhop.” Lucifer snarked at him, “Be nice the both of you.” Charlie informed them both before going back to the game. “I’ve got my eye on you.” Alastor spoke, quietly enough so Charlie couldn’t hear but loud enough so Lucifer could.

“I could say the same.” Lucifer told him back, hearing Alastor’s scary laughter as he finished that statement.

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“And that was that! Did everyone have fun?” Charlie called to the group and Angel raised one of his hands, “I certainly did! I say we do another, can’t do shit else right now anyway.” Angel grinned, leaning back to lounge with Husk.

“Great idea Angel! Any ideas everyone?” Charlie asked, looking around the group until Niffty raised a tiny hand. “I have an idea!” Niffty piped up, excitement present in her voice.

“Well lay it on us Niff.” Angel told her in which she grinned, “Why don’t we play a game of Uno? I heard that’s a fun game for the humans, why don’t we try?” Niffty spoke up and Charlie clapped excitedly.

“Great idea Niffty! Anyone got a deck?” Charlie asked, again looking around the group. When nobody answered Alastor snapped his fingers and a deck materialized in Charlie’s hands.

“Thanks Al!” Charlie exclaimed and he gave her a pleasant nod, “Okay now before we start does everyone know how to play?” Charlie questioned, tilting her head slightly when no one raised their hand.

“Come on it’s okay if you don’t, I’d be happy to explain!” Charlie encouraged and slowly Lucifer turned his head away with a sheepish smile and tilted his hat down with one hand before raising his free hand.

“Okay no problem I’ll explain!” Charlie smiled, “Wow, The King of Hell himself who’s millions of years old doesn’t know how to play a simple human game? How embarrassing.” Alastor snarked which got an embarrassed middle finger from said King of Hell and a glare and a scowl from Charlie.

“Be nice Alastor! Don’t be unpleasant!” Charlie snapped at him, “Yeah that wasn’t very nice Big guy.” Angel also spoke up which made Alastor roll his eyes. “I would never dream of such a thing.” Alastor grinned at them, taking momentary pleasure in their irritation and the irritation of the rest of the group before settling once more.

After Lucifer had calmed down Charlie’s happy demeanor returned and she pulled out a paper of instructions and started explaining them to her dad.

“And the last rule for this game is have fun! Any questions?” Charlie finished, setting down the paper and looking around. “Alrighty then let’s start!” Charlie exclaimed excitedly, grabbing the deck of cards and distributing them to everyone.

~*~

“Draw 4 Husk!” Charlie chirped, laying down the card and giggling at Husk’s betrayed face. “Well played Princess.” Husk smiled and took four cards from the deck.

“You really just let her do that to you Husker?” Alastor spoke up, hiding his usual smile behind his cards as he looked at Husk, “Yeah? The fuck else am I supposed to do? It’s a card game.” Husk snapped at him and laid down one of his cards, “Your turn Niff.”

“No cheating Alastor.” Vaggie spoke up and Alastor looked up, plastering on an innocent face. “Whatever do you mean I would never dream of cheating in this mortal game.” Alastor grinned, nearly laughing when Vaggie started to look annoyed and raised a brow before pointing to the wall near her where Alastor’s shadow sat, spying on her cards.

“Oh fine you caught me.” Alastor told her and rescinding his shadow from the wall and back on the floor. “No cheating Alastor, I’ve got my eye on you. You’re being mean today.” Charlie reprimanded him, waving her cards at the other demon but Alastor only waved her off.

~*~

In the end Husk was the one who won to nobody’s surprise and now they were thinking of new things to do. They still sat in the circle taking turns suggesting ideas but none of them would work except for one…

“Why don’t we play Monopoly?” Angel spoke up, raising one of his hands, “What is that?” Charlie and Lucifer said at the same time and Angel’s flabbergasted gaze turned to them.

“You don’t know what Monopoly is?” Angel spoke in disbelief, “I don’t know what it is.” Husk also said, raising his hand and Niffty nodded her head in agreement. “Alright I guess I’ll have to explain it, I’ll be right back!” Angel called over his shoulder before walking away to get the game.

When he returned he spent five minutes setting up the board and pieces before picking up the instructions, “Alright everyone ready?” Angel asked, looking around the circle, when everyone gave the affirmative he grinned.

“Alrighty then! So basically how you play is one player starts it off by….”

~*~

“And that’s just about it! Any questions?” Angel asked again, setting down the paper and looking around. When everyone shook their heads no he sat down, “Alright then now we have to pick a piece, I choose the shoe!” Angel exclaimed, picking up the small metal figure.

Once everyone had chosen their piece they all put them on the start square and started the game.

~*~

“Ha pay up Legs!” Husk exclaimed, grinning as Angel’s piece landed on one of his properties, “Aww man!” Angel grinned right back and gave the cat demon 70$ in Monopoly money.

“This is fun! Where’d you learn about this game Angel?” Charlie smiled, rolling the dice and moving her piece as she spoke. “The studio surprisingly, Val introduced me to the game before I moved here.” Angel grimaced at the mention of his boss but his smile returned as he watched Niffty land on one of Lucifer’s properties.

“Figures.” Alastor spoke up and Angel shot him a glare, “Keep that to yourself Freaky Face.” Angel snapped before turning his attention back to the game.

“Why are you being so mean today Alastor?” Charlie asked, momentarily pausing the game to ask him that question though Alastor only shrugged, “Why not? Entertainment, the fun of it, making his Majesty upset, take your pick Charlie~” Alastor grinned, “Yeah what is up with you today boss? You’re bein a real prick, even more so on a daily basis.” Husk spoke up, glaring at Alastor.

“Because those can’t be the only reasons.” He finished, wings flaring out slightly in his irritation. “Yeah and commenting on my knowledge of this game and Valentino was totally not cool dude, you know how I feel about that.” Angel also spoke up.

Alastor’s grin became visibly more strained and his antlers grew slightly. “Don’t assume things you don’t know the full truth about dear.” Alastor told them, his aura turning a pale lime green as Lucifer’s gaze shifted to him.

“What do you mean the ‘full truth’ there’s not shit to know about you anyway, you never tell us anything.” Lucifer told him and Alastor growled a little. “I don’t need to tell you anything, it’s my business.” Alastor snapped, eyes turning to radio dials.

“Well if it’s your business then stop bringing up that we don’t know the ‘full truth’!” Lucifer also snapped at him, eyes inverting in color. “You know what both of you stop! This was supposed o be a fun bonding exercise for all of us to get closer but you guys’ fighting ruined it again! Why can’t you just behave for one day!” Charlie snapped at both of them, her eyes inverting and horns growing as she marched out of the parlor.

Husk, Angel, and Vaggie all turned angry gazes to the both of them before they stood up, Angel putting away the game, Husk went back to his bar for a drink and Vaggie went after Charlie.

Lucifer and Alastor stood glaring at each other for a moment before Alastor’s antlers grew more and his tendrils snaked out from his back before spinning his cane and marching down an opposite hallway out of the parlor.

Lucifer sighed and went to one of the couches to sit down, his eyes returned to normal and he placed his face in his hands. A few moments later he heard soft padding across the floor near him before he felt a weight settle beside him.

Lucifer looked up from his hands and saw that Husk had joined him on the couch. “Don’t sweat it Your Highness, you know how he is, his ass will calm down eventually.” Husk told him, patting him on the back reassuringly which made Lucifer smile at him.

“Thanks Husk was it?” Lucifer asked, standing up and ruffling the fur on Husk’s head, “Yes sir.” Husk laughed, playfully shoving Lucifer’s hand away which the King returned with a laugh before sitting back down on the couch.

“What should I do?” Lucifer asked Husk, “I know he’s a prick but I can’t help but feel bad, I want to go cheer him up somehow.” He finished, shoulders slumping a little, Husk stood thinking for a moment before a grin spread across his face.

“Alright this method is dangerous when it comes to Alastor but you’re the King of Hell I highly doubt you’ll have troubles.” Husk turned his gaze to Lucifer who brightened at his words.

“What is it?” Lucifer asked him, giddiness seeping into his voice making Husk chuckle, “Alright you didn’t hear it from me but…"

~~~~

About 2 hours later Lucifer stood in front of Alastor's door, raising his hand to knock on the wood. A few minutes later the door opened a crack and Lucifer looked up to meet Alastor’s scarlet gaze.

"Your Highness! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Alastor grinned, opening the door all the way and letting Lucifer in. However Lucifer just stood there completely dumbfounded, was this asshole just going to pretend like the last 2 hours didn’t just happen?

“Felt like a visit.” Lucifer smiled and walked through the offered opened door, turning around as Alastor shut the door and turned towards him. “Come on, you have to be here for a reason, how about we talk over some tea?” Alastor offered, gesturing to his table and chairs in his room.

Lucifer again stood there dumbfounded, “Why do you have a table and chairs in your room?” Lucifer asked Alastor to which he only shrugged, “Why not? Now do you accept my invitation?” Alastor asked him, again gesturing to the table.

“Uhh no thank you, I’m here for a bit of a different reason.” Lucifer told him, a grin making its way onto his face. “Oh? And what would that reason be?” Alastor asked Lucifer, curiosity piqued. “Do you remember the little scenario from a few hours ago?” Lucifer asked him, and Alastor’s ears bent back some.

“Yes I remember, why?” Alastor pressed, clearly showing his displeasure. “Oh no reason.” Lucifer began, twirling his cane, “I’m just here to both cheer you up and punish you for your little tantrum.” He finished, grin growing wider as he set his cane against the wall.

“Oh? And just how do you plan on doing that?” Alastor asked him, ears perking slightly in curiosity but immediately flattened again as Lucifer’s pupils flickered to Alastor’s bed and back at him as the King started slowly advancing towards him.

“Don’t even think about it.” Alastor snapped, backing away from Lucifer, grin noticeably growing nervous. “Oh I’m thinking about it.” Lucifer laughed as he backed the stag against a wall. Alastor stood there against the wall for a moment, eyes never leaving Lucifer’s before he attempted to make a break for it but unfortunately it didn’t work.

Alastor attempted to run around and away from Lucifer but Lucifer being the King of Hell and also a fallen angel stopped him by flaring out his wings and picking Alastor up, carrying him over to his bed and tossing him onto it, also scrambling onto the other demon before he could escape.

“Let. Me. Go.” Alastor snapped at Lucifer, antlers growing and eyes turning to radio dials and Lucifer bound his wrists above his head with angelic rope. “No can do Bambi!” Lucifer snickered, tasing Alastor in the side making him jump and his antlers quickly shrank and his eyes returned to normal.

“I said let me goho!” Alastor pressed, glaring at Lucifer for trying to make him laugh. “Don’t do thahat!” Alastor snapped, antlers re-growing again as Lucifer still tried to get laughter out of him. “Still being Mr.Grumpy Gus? Well we can fix that!” Lucifer exclaimed before using both hands and lowering them to drill into Alastor’s ribs.

Instantly Alastor jumped, biting his lip to keep from laughing, “Come on Alastor, don’t hold out it’s only going to get worse from here~” Lucifer teased, moving down to rake over Alastor’s sides making the deer jerk away from the touch.

“Fuhuck off!” Alastor forced out but cursed himself for that giggle that managed to slip out. “Oh was that a giggle I heard? Can I hear more?” Lucifer teased, moving down more to knead at Alastor’s hips.

“Noho fuck yohou!” Alastor pressed, nearly breaking his composure, “Almost there, I know what’ll get ya!” Lucifer exclaimed before shooting his hands up to claw at Alastor’s underarms, the sudden change in spots making Alastor’s composure break immediately.

“Shihihihit!” Alastor finally laughed making Lucifer’s face light up. “There we go!” Lucifer cheered, “Gohohoho awahahahay!!” Alastor told Lucifer, the command nearly a whine. “Sorry no can do!” Lucifer chirped, moving back down to scribble over Alastor’s stomach making him buck.

“Dohohohon’t!” Alastor yelped, “Don’t? What do you mean don’t? Don’t what?” Lucifer taunted but Alastor only shook his head, no way in the seven rings was he falling for that! “Pity, you won’t tell me?” Lucifer mock-pouted but Alastor only shook his head again, “Oh well I suppose I’ll just have to tickle it out of you then.” Lucifer grinned before snaking his hands around to scribble over Alastor’s back making the deer yelp.

“WAHAhahahahahAHAIT DOHOhohohohoHOHON’T!!” Alastor laughed heartily at the new change in spots. “Oh? Is someone a little ticklish here?” Lucifer teased making Alastor shake his head stubbornly.

“STOHOhohohohoHOP SAHAhahahahaHAYING THAHAHAT!!” Alastor yelped, “Stop saying what? Tickle? You don’t like that word? Tickle tickle tickle~” Lucifer taunted which made Alastor buck and shake his head, “STOHOHOHOP!!” Alastor remained defiant but Lucifer couldn’t have that so he went to last resort.

“Alright then if you still insist on being stubborn.” Lucifer’s grin quickly became devious as he summoned his wings and stretching them behind him as he placed one hand at the base of one of Alastor’s ears and the other gently on one of his antlers.

Alastor cracked open eye open to glare at the King who had by now, temporarily stopped tickling Alastor to tease him. “If you follow through with this I will make sure you’ll regret it later Your Highness.” Alastor snapped at Lucifer but he only shrugged.

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” Lucifer grinned down at Alastor before his hands and wings sprang into motion, quickly taking down the grumpy stag before he could retaliate. Alastor jolted with a loud yelp before dissolving into laughter as Lucifer wreaked tickly havoc on him.

“LUHUHUCIFEHEHER!!” Alastor screeched, thrashing about in his ‘restraints’ “Ooohh you said my name! We’re gettin somewhere~” Lucifer taunted, “Just give up and this’ll all be over.” He finished with a grin.

“NOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAY!!” Alastor cackled, “Aww but why not? It wouldn’t be that hard~” Lucifer teased and through his mirth that got Alastor thinking, Why wouldn’t he give up? It would be so easy and this would end but his ego is too big for that, but this is getting tiring so he supposed he would have to surrender.

“FIHIHIHINE YOU WIHIHIN YOU AHANGEHEL PRIHIHICK YOU WIHIHIN!!” Alastor cackled, pounding his fist on the mattress. “Sorry I didn’t catch that what?” Lucifer grinned, holding his hand to his ear in a mocking gesture.

“LUHUHUCIFEHEHER!!” Alastor screeched, “Okay okahay.” Lucifer grinned and slowed his fingers to a stop and pulled his wings away, also snapping his fingers and getting rid of the rope.

“Holy shit you are stubborn.” Lucifer laughed, climbing off of Alastor who laid there catching his breath, “And you are ruthless as all hell.” Alastor pressed out and Lucifer only shrugged, “They don’t call me the King of Hell for nothing Bambi~” Lucifer taunted, laughing when Alastor raised his hand and flipped him off.

“Well I hope I taught you a lesson here today Bellhop.” Lucifer smiled, standing and starting for the door, “Oh trust me you did.” Alastor snapped at him making Lucifer snicker, “You are quite the difficult student.” Lucifer commented, taking hold of the doorknob and opening the door, walking out and pulling it shut leaving Alastor in his room with one thought-

He was totally doing that again.

(Note: OMG I AM SO SORRY ITS SO LATE AND IM SORRY IF I GOT ANYTHING WRONG 😭😭)

(But I hope you enjoyed! ^^’)

#ler!lucifer #lee!alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle #answered

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Need Some Help Darling Pt.3

Kwak Jiseok Summary: You found yourself in trouble and needed to call Jiseok. (non-idol au) WC:~1.6k Warning:none

part 1 part 2

photo not mine credits to owner.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Your phone rang, it was a call from your dad. He told you that he would be working late tonight, so you figured he was probably calling to check in.

“Hello,” you said, answering the call.

“Your dad is drunk and needs to be picked up. Can you come get him?” An unfamiliar voice spoke. Drunk? He was supposed to be at work. Why would he lie about going out to drink?

“Uh…yeah I can come get him. Where is he at?” The guy on the other side of the phone told you the location.

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When you arrived at the location you began to feel uneasy. It seemed like a really sketchy place. You thought about leaving, but your dad was supposed to be here, so you took a calming breath and kept walking. You arrived in front of a neon sign that read the name of the location. Despite your gut telling you not too, you entered the building.

“I was called to pick up my dad. He’s drunk,” you said upon entering the place. You didn’t walk too far inside the place, opting to stay close to the door.

“Ah yes, we’ve been expecting you. Your dad is resting in the back. You can go get him.” A guy behind the counter tells you, guesting to a curtain that leads to the back. You looked at the curtain with an untrusting look. The guy behind the counter chuckles. “Or I could go get him if you don’t want to go back there,” he says.

“Please,” you ask. The guy gives you a nod then makes his way to walk through the curtain.

“Come on get up. Your kid’s here to pick you up.” The guy's tone makes your stomach twist in knots. It sounded condescending. You found yourself pulling out your phone and opening up Jiseok’s contact. “Here he is.” The man returns with two other guys who are dragging your father out, your stomach drops. Your dad is badly beaten. “Dad! What’s going on?” you asked, going to your dad’s side. Your dad tries to shove you away.

“Go, run,” he says weakly.

“They can run, but I don’t think they’ll make it far. This is your fault anyway. You signed the deal remember, if you fail to pay back your debts your child is collateral.” The guy smiles at you sinisterly.

“Dad, what did you do?” you question.

“Run, I’m sorry, but please go. Get out of here,” he tells you.

“Your dad had been partaking in illegal gambling. He’s not very good at it. Seems like it’s time to pay the consequences.” The man looks at you with foe sympathy.

“Run,” your dad repeats.

“Go on go. Listen to your father. I'll give you a head start.” The guy smirks at you. You take one last look at your dad and rush out of the building.

You’re quick to hit the call button on Jiseok’s contact. The ringing feels like it lasts forever as you round a corner looking for a place to hide. Then you hear the line pick up.

“Jiseok?” You say with a quivering voice.

“What is it darling?” Jiseok asked.

“I need help,” you sniffed.

“What happened? Where are you? Are you hurt?” Jiseok’s questions followed each other rapidly.

“I’m scared. Someone called asking me to pick my dad up-” you hiccup. “B-because he was drunk, but when I got there my dad was beaten up and they said I was collateral for him not paying his debts. Jiseok I really need you,” you say. You can hear rustling on the other side of the phone.

“Where are you darling?” he asked you.

“I’m hiding. I ran and now I’m in some alley way hiding between a brick wall and a dumpster,” you tell him.

“Send me your location. I’ll come get you darling. It’ll be ok,” he tried to calm you.

“I’m scared,” you repeated as you sent your current location to Jiseok.

“It’s ok darling. I’m coming right now. I’ll be there soon. Stay on the phone with me ok?” he tells you.

“Ok,” you say. You pulled your knees into your chest. You feel hyper aware of everything. The brickwall that’s poking into your back. The pebbles digging into your bottom. The cool metal of the dumpster pressing against your shoulder. You can hear footsteps getting closer. “Jiseok I can hear footsteps,” you panicked.

“I’m almost there, it's ok. I need you to be really quiet darling.” You nodded your head even though he couldn’t see it. You put your hand over your mouth and nose to muffle your labored breathing. The footsteps slowly started to fade away. Allowing you to relax a little.

“They're gone,” you informed.

“Good. I’m really close. Just stay where you are,” he told you. Jiseok will be here soon. Jiseok will be here soon. You kept repeating to yourself in an effort to calm down. Suddenly you heard footsteps again and they were getting closer.

“Jiseok’s someone’s coming.” Once again panic filled your veins. “Jiseok!” you repeated his name again when he didn’t answer.

“It’s me darling.” You lifted your head up to see Jiseok standing in front of you.

“That’s not funny. I told you I was scared!” you let out a cry. Jiseok crouches down and helps you stand up.

“I know. I’m sorry. You’re ok now darling, I got you.” You fell against him. Your tears soaking his shirt. Jiseok’s arms come around your waist, holding you tight. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He holds you close to his side as he guides you out of the alley way.

“Now what brings you to my part of town Jiseok?” You heard the sound of that guy's voice again. Jiseok tightens his grip around you.

“I’m picking my darling,” Jiseok speaks casually.

“Your darling? Hate to break it to you, but they belong to me now,” the guy states. Jiseok laughs.

“The only person they belong to is me. You want to collect them as collateral, but how do you think I got them? Their father failed to pay me back, so I took them,” Jiseok bluffed. “They already belonged to me when their father signed that contract with you, so hate to break it to you, they’re mine,” Jiseok mocked them.

“How about we share them then? We used to be partners. For old times sake?” the guy suggested.

Partner? Jiseok used to work with this guy? He worked or works in illegal gambling?

Jiseok scoffed, “You know I’m possessive over what’s mine. That’s why we went our separate ways isn’t it? Cause you were spending my money, taking my profit,” Jiseok glared at the guy. “I won’t let you anywhere near them.” Jiseok took a step in front of you, hiding you behind him. “You clearly have some business to figure out. I’m leaving with my darling now.” Jiseok wraps his other arm around you just for good measure as he continues to lead you to his car.

Once you two are at his car he opens the door for you and helps you in before running around to the other side to get in himself.

“Are you ok?” He turned to look at you.

“What about my dad?” you looked at him. Jiseok reached to take one of your hands.

“I’ll send some of my men to take care of it ok?” he told you.

“Thank you,” you say.

“You don’t need to thank me darling. As long as you’re ok. That’s what I care about,” he states. He starts the car and begins to drive.

“Can you take me back to your place?” you asked, stunning Jiseok.

“You don’t want to go home?” he asked.

“I do, but I also don’t want to see my dad just yet. I’m worried about him, but I’m also mad at him,” you explained.

“Well I’m not gonna complain about being with my darling,” he states happily. He turned to smile at you and you smiled back. “I was scared too,” he admits, squeezing your hand that he was still holding.

“You were why?” you questioned.

“I was scared you would get hurt,” you said.

“Why do you care about me Jiseok?” you asked another question.

“Cause you’re my darling,” he answered simply. You laughed.

“But why am I your darling?”

“Cause I love you,” he confessed. Your hand went slack in his.

“Huh?” you let out. Jiseok laughs brightly.

“I love you. It’s a bit surprising right? I fell in love with you when you called me an asshole. I felt the need to protect you ever since I kidnapped you, ironically enough,” he chuckled.

“I always feel safe with you,” you revealed, squeezing his hand. Jiseok smiled.

“Good, cause you’re always safe with me.” He brought your hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your delicate knuckles. It makes your heart flutter.

“You may be a bad guy to a lot of people, but you’re not one to me,” you tell him.

“What am I to you then?” he asked playfully.

“My asshole,” you joked.

“Hey!” Jiseok complained, making you laugh.

“Ok, ok, ironically enough you’re my hero. You always come when I’m in trouble,” you say.

“You're a knight in shining armor?”

“Mhm,” you nodded. “My knight in shining armor who makes me heart swoon,” you disclose.

“If I wasn’t driving right now, I’d kiss you,” he said. Succeeding in making your heart race.

“Then pull over,” you say feeling brave. You didn’t have to tell Jiseok twice as he wasted no time in pulling over to the side of the road. Before you knew it his lips were on yours.

Jiseok may be a bad guy, but he’s definitely not the bad guy of your story.

A/N: And with that this little series has come to an end. Writing villain xdianry heroes is so fun.

part 1 part 2

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