#kylian mbappe x black!reader

[greedyhoneyz]

What’s Mine Is Yours — part one 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: expensive gifts are a must for an expensive girl.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff. reader is spoiled. 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ final notes: decided to make this into a short series, inside of writing about one specific day due to the way i wrote this. but enjoy!

“I love you.” Her dulcet yet feathery voice played like a melody in Kylian’s ear. It soothed his heart and tickled the butterflies in his stomach as he strung his fingers across her spine. He watched her diligently, examining her delicate features, her breath breezing against his face. Whilst she beamed up at him, bliss shimmering in her eyes, squeezing him tight. She pulled Kylian in closer, her affectionate gaze strung on his lips as they twisted, left and right.

“J’ai quelque chose pour toi.” (I have something for you.) Kylian was gentle, doting with (name), pecking her forehead as he slowly pulled away from her tight grasp.

“What?” Her words trailed breathlessly on her tongue as Kylian stepped back, pulling his arms behind his back. She eyed him closely, her brows furrowing together and intertwined her fingers together.

“Donne-moi une seconde.” (Give me a second.) Kylian held up his finger, urging (name) to wait before disappearing into his bedroom closet.

There were a few seconds of silence, then another few seconds of Kylian rummaging before he called out. “Ferme tes yeux!” (Close your eyes.)

(name) retorted quickly. “Pourquoi?” (Why?)

“Fais-le juste!” (Just do it!)

Mumbling under her breath, (name) slowly closed her eyes and waited, swaying quietly in the still air. She could hear Kylian’s footsteps grow closer and closer till he stopped, his dark figure blowing a shadow over her eyelids. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the foot of his bed, and helped her sit.

“Puis-je ouvrir les yeux maintenant?” (Can I open my eyes now?)

“No.”

Peering down at the bag dangling from the tips of his fingers, Kylian smiled. He lifted it, it’s shuffling catching (name) off guard.

“Kylian, qu'est-ce que c'est?!” (Kylian, what is that?!) She sputtered nervously, flinching.

“Calme-toi,” (Calm down,) Kylian cackled, slowly placing the shopping bag on (name’s) lap. “Là. Vous pouvez ouvrir les yeux maintenant.” (There. You can open your eyes now.)

“Êtes-vous sûr?” (Are you sure?) (name) fidgeted anxiously.

“Oui.”

Kylian observed quietly as (name’s) eyes hesitatingly fluttered open. She peered at him from between her lashes before slowly averting her gaze to her lap.

“What’s this?” (name) queried curiously.

Slowly, she reached into the shopping bag and sifted through the piles of tissue paper funnelled to the top, unveiling a gift box. She lifted it carefully, her eyebrows raised.

Kylian could feel his heart explode with pride at the glint of realisation leisurely sparkling in (name’s) eyes as she read over the words etched on the box. She blinked, reading the words over again and again and again, sounding out each syllable without a word escaping her mouth until it finally felt right.

Raising her head, her mouth agape, (name) leapt onto her feet, her eyes gleaming with joy as she proceeded to shriek from the top of her lungs. “Ah!”

She bounced around in circles for a few brief seconds, her gift tightly locked in her arms and launched onto Kylian. “Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Est-ce que tu vas l'ouvrir?” (Are you going to open it?)

(name) paused, realization hanging over her face, and slowly dropped her legs from around Kylian’s waist. “Oh.” She gaped.

It was quick for (name) to find herself back at the foot of her boyfriend’s bed with him beside her as her hands tenderly caressed the leering box on her lap.

Shuffling in her seat on Kylian’s bed, her thighs pressed together, (name) slowly cuffed her fingers around the top of the box and lifted it. Placing the box behind her, she glanced inside the black box and began fiddling through the neatly folded black tissue papers. She merely blinked at the card signed to her, before blowing a gentle breath once her eyes landed on the black dust bag.

Like a child on Christmas day, (name) gleamed with warmth and childlike glee. Her eyes twinkled with fascination, her mouth curved into a smile as she loosened the dust bag, practically frothing at the mouth and steadily lifted her bag.

“Do you like it?” Kylian knew it was useless asking such a question after the rollercoaster of emotions (name) performed just moments before. However, it would have satisfied his ego to hear her tender voice say yes.

Sharply turning to Kylian, (name) beamed. She reached out towards him, climbed onto her knees, and wrapped her arm around his neck. She gawked at him, blinking aimlessly and caught him off as she pressed her lips against his.

They sat still together, enmeshed in their bubble of love before (name) pulled away, Kylian love-struck and swollen. “I love it.”

[cialovesklopp]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄’𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 ➺ k.mbappé

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

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — amara imani (oc) x kylian mbappé

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 10k

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

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 — @aechii @lorarri

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

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

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𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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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pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where they (separately) reflect(ish) on their relationship at an anniversary party

now playing: everything interlude + everything by kehlani

Everyone and everything should be in the right places now.

Sighing, Y/N diverted her eyes away from her phone and observed the large venue in question. At first glance, her thoughts materialised to be right. 

Everyone seemed to be in their own worlds, amusing and appreciating the company of one another. Tweens and kids playing mini-games and running around to avoid the telling-offs of moms and aunties, older teens chilling by the grand stairs discussing viral internet topics, and adults gossiping, debating and dancing spontaneously in the hall. No one seemed out of place; it was accommodating and open to all. 

So for the first time in a while Y/N leaned her head back and exhaled, allowing her thoughts and mind to fall uncomposed for a moment. As an event planner, it was in her nature to want the best for her clients, to care deeply and honestly about the results. But seeing as her clients this time were her parents who were celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary—two adults who loved her unconditionally, indescribably—she wanted to go above and beyond with no room for mistakes. 

Then she frowned. Going to look at her phone, she mentioned, "Maybe I should—"

"I don't know what you're going to say, or what you're thinking but it's fine." A voice lingered from behind her, the owner of it soon finding himself way by her side. When her gaze finally met his, Kylian grinned and assured, "The food is fine, everyone's loving it. No, you don't need to order more, there's enough for everyone. And even if there wasn't, there's already a whole team to deal with it. Now that you know all that stop stressing for a minute please."

"I'm not stressing out, and I won't," Y/N crossed her arms, even shrugging. "I'm calm, fine even."

"Give me your phone if that's the case," Kylian said, holding out his hand. After their few years of dating Kylian soon came to realise that Y/N's (business) phone was her lifeline. She had it everywhere she went, having everything on there. Clients, brands, companies, potential locations for events. For his own amusement he wondered how long she could last without it.

Nodding, Y/N placed her phone in his hand. It was known Kylian had a big ego. She would do anything to prove him wrong, even if she meant she had to lie to do so. "Not that I need it... but when do I get it back?"

"When I feel like giving it back," Kylian chuckled as he slipped her phone into his suit pocket. Offering his arm to his girlfriend, he continued, "Now, c'mon. There's something you gotta see."

Joining hands they walked up the open staircase, passing by the older teens in their heated debates, passing by kids playing their improvised games, and made their way onto the first floor where you could receive an aerial view of the ground level, where you could see everyone and everything. That's when all of Y/N's worries began to fade out.

This was the first time she actually cared to acknowledge the venue she booked. The hall itself was open and vast and spectacular with a historical yet contemporary appearance, something she hadn't been able to experience only from the ground level. Then when you paired the venue with the celebrated couple, the guests, their attires, the music playing, the variations in dancing, everything she had been envisioning for the past few weeks just fell into place.

"When I said everything was fine I wasn't saying that just to say it. I meant it. I mean everything is fine—great—and all thanks to you," Kylian said, squeezing her hand. "I think they seem to think so too."

Following his glance her gaze fell upon the celebrated couple of the evening, her parents. By the front they formed a small circle with some friends, sharing some heavy conversation with their expressive smiles and waves of laughter. It was evident that there was fun and all between each word. 

"They were made for each other, huh?"

"I'm a bit biased with that, but yeah," Y/N laughed a bit "... I think so." From a young age everything about her parents' relationship always appeared romantic and ideal to her. From friends to family, they could never mention the two without mentioning things along the lines of inevitable, in love, strong bond, soulmates and all of the above. And it seemed to be true. 30 years of marriage and three kids later and everything everyone had been saying over the years still held up.

"For the longest time since I was a kid, seeing them interact was always just a breath of fresh air. Even when they argued, disagreed, during their hardest times, they were still... them," she breathed out, leaning on the pillar by her left. "And they still are, of course."

"And it rubbed off onto their kids too," Kylian observed. From his time with his girlfriend, the concept of love ran well deep in the L/N family. Both of Y/N's brothers were in their respective relationships and he could easily see their dad's qualities in them.

She scoffed out of a laugh, her lips curling up. "I want to say more on me than on my brothers."

"If that's what you really think," Kylian hummed, soon consumed with laughter when Y/N decided to flip him off. Calming down, he continued, "I really loved your parents' speeches, especially your dad's."

"Yeah." Watching her parents laughing between themselves, she felt her face ease as she grinned. Part of the reason she went all out for her parents was mainly because she really admired their love and partnership for one another, both pure and long-lasting. Some decades together kinda made them living proof of everything she wanted in her own relationship. Also, they simply deserved some appreciation and celebration. "Wait, why did you like his so much?"

"I never truly loved anyone before you. And I never want to know a world after you, either," Kylian recited. "Reminded me of what I want to be for you. That is, of course, if you'll let me try."

Listening to her parents' speeches—listening to their highs and lows, how they met, highlights of their marriage (so far)—Kylian noticed that neither bothered to utter those three words. Then he understood something; her parents didn't need to. The way they spoke about one another, the way they would look at one another, it was all enough to let him know how they felt. He felt like if he ever did hear them say them then it would feel underwhelming.

There was no replicating their love, Kylian knew that well. It was too unique and personal to try. Still, he wanted something unique and personal and strong with Y/N. Love that couldn't break down permanently. Love that could be built up again when hard times hit. Love that was kind and forgiving and whole. Love that he could offer Y/N anytime and anywhere. That was enough to keep him at ease and secure in their relationship.

Feeling her dimples sink in, she nodded, openly accepting Kylian's care and love. 'Cause just like her dad taught her, you deserve love, and you'll always be deserving of it. "Of course, and me too for you."

"Now, let's dance."

There they were in the sea of guests on the dancefloor, smiling, dancing and singing along to their favourite songs. Smiling at one another in love, awe and wonder, laughing whenever they would misstep on a turn or swirl, leaning on each other for that physical support and closeness with so many bodies around them. In true happiness and enjoyment.

As Kylian and Y/N danced and smiled and clowned each other for reasons beyond dancing, despite being subtle and casual, they became the main event in that moment, stuck in a timeless interlude. To friends, to family, to her parents. Suddenly, they were on public display, their relationship and love, too. And it was all... wondrous, so wondrous, and delicate and endearing and intimate. 

In their dancing, their smiles and jokes galore, unknowingly, they were everything they wanted and needed to be for each other, sharing love that was indeed unique, personal and strong.

[spidybaby]

Omg can I please have some fluff like Kylian and reader visit his parents house for the weekend and it makes Ethan really happy to see reader because she’s his bestie, when they get there Ethan takes her away from Kylian and he gets jealous they spend over 3 hours together and then reader comes back to Kylian in his childhood bedroom where they watch movies and have cuddles💕

"Can you say it again?"

"Blueberry."

You laugh, making him repeat words in english. You love the way his accent sounds, loving the way he pronounces the words.

"I love it." You laugh, squishing his hand. "Don't forget to call your dad."

You were driving to his mother's house. He planned this weekend exclusively for his family and you two to be together.

Since the beginning of the season, he has had so much stress, making him crave some family time.

His mother and brother lived remotely close to his house. Sometimes, even spend nights with him.

But this season, everything changed, Ethan was practicing with the first team, but he was traveling with the second team a lot, and his mom was busy with his foundation. Making the time very much tighter for them.

Fayza went to Bondy. She wanted to get some paperwork and some things ready to sell the house. The thing that made Kylian sad.

His mother's house was the first thing he ever bought with his hard earned money. He wanted his parents to have their own home. So he gifted them the house.

His mom kept the house during the divorce, so it was hers now. Kylian didn't have a say because, as he says, it was theirs and not his.

Before the divorce of his parents, they all used to live there. Even their older brother and Melissa.

But when he moved from Monaco to Paris, Jires went to Turkey and Wilfried to another place closer to Paris. The house felt different.

Melissa and the kids stayed there with Ethan and Fayza. But to him, it was still weird not having his father with them.

"Oui, mon amour."

He was in charge of the music, being the passenger princess he was, refusing to only sit and relax. So he took the dj job.

The call was quick, Wilfried and him exchanged some words and then hang up.

"I want some waffles with whipped cream." He says, stomach roaring.

"Well, you could have had it, but you refused to eat."

"I wasn't hungry. You knew that."

"Maybe because you chose to wake up like ten minutes before leaving."

He pouts, not answering, but his facial expression was enough of an answer.

"We are almost there, bébé." You say pointing at the GPS. "And knowing your brother, he's probably waiting for us."

"Correction, he's waiting for you."

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He sees you as an older sister he can trust. Always stealing you and making you two do all sorts of things while visiting.

"He is." You sigh, turning your head to him quickly. "It's not my fault your family loves me more than you."

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knows you're joking. He actually loves how close you're with his family.

He never met someone who was so perfect with his parents, brothers, and even extended family.

The drive continues for another twenty minutes. Thankfully, the roads were pretty empty, making the drive a fast one.

"Look, we're here." You smile, squishing his arm. "Ready to have an amazing weekend?"

He nods, smiling like a kid on Christmas day. "Oui, I'm so happy."

He helped you with the bags, asking you to go onside and announce yourself, but two little laughs beat you at that.

"Y/n" Lana yells, she throw herself at you.

"Bonjour, mon petit fille." You spin her around. Kissing her cheeks.

You look for her brother, noticing he is in Kylian arms. He's welcoming his uncle. "Bonjour, Isayah."

You got closer to them, kissing his cheek just like you did with Lana. Making him laugh.

Fayza was standing at the front door. The scene was adorable to her. She can easily picture you and kylian in a few years with your own children.

Living in a house with a big garden, she thought about it maybe a little too much. But she can't be blamed. After all, Kylian was the one who described how he pictures your life together.

"Bonjour, my babies." She says, catching your attention. "Come here, let me help you."

She hugs you tightly, repeating the actions with her son. She took Isayah from Kylian arms, following you to the living room of the house.

"Melissa, hello." You say happily, she has become a close friend for you. Always counting on her for everything.

"We literally saw each other like three days ago." She laughs, hugging you.

"She's obsessed with you, that's why."

"You're just jealous, kyky."

He rolled his eyes for the second time, going upstairs to leave the bags and to wake Ethan up.

"How was your exams?" Fayza asks, curious about your life.

"It was good, I think I did a good job."

"You did, don't doubt about yourself." She says, kissing your cheek.

She was like a mom to you, always caring and loving you since you met her. She was extra special to you, knowing you were there to stay since the beginning.

You can hear kylian laughing from the second floor, probably doing something to Ethan or laughing at some joke.

"Boys." Fayza shakes her head. "Come help me, sweet. I can guess Kylian didn't eat breakfast."

"You know your son." You laugh, walking with her to the kitchen where she was cutting some fruits and making waffles.

You chat with her and Melissa, who joined you. Kylian and Ethan were in the living room chatting with their dad.

Wilfried and Kylian were messing with Ethan. He recently changed his style, so he felt a little more confident than usual, which Ky loved.

"Let's eat everybody." You call.

Wilfried shared some stories about his most recent trip, Melissa worked with Kylian, so her stories weren't new for the family.

Ky told them about the next matches, feeling like his stories were kind of repetitive, but you enjoyed them.

The way he was very into creating new ways and opportunities for him and the team to score and win.

"But the news here is, this mademoisell right here." He pats your knee. "Is going to be a valedictorian again."

They all got so excited at the news, Fayza and Wilfried telling you how proud they're of their "daughter."

As the day continues, you spend the rest of the morning helping Ky and Wilfried to prepare the meat and veggies for the barbecue.

It was Ethan the one with the idea of making a big family barbecue and everybody agreed with him.

"After this, you and I are going to play some fifa. This time, you're not beating me." Ethan lightly pushed you, making you laugh.

"Yes, and I want to know about that girl you texted me about." You whisper in his ear, making him blush at the thought of his crush.

"Deal, but first a fifa game."

After lunch, Lana and Isayah wanted you to join them on the pool. Wanting to play with you and their uncle like always.

"Oh, mon bébés." You say sadly, you wanted to swim with them but also you promised Ethan days before to have a chat with him. "As soon as I finish with Uncle Ethan, I'll be here, okay?"

Kylian pouts more than they do. You send him a kiss while you walk inside the house.

Ethan and you have an amazing relationship. He trusted you with his life. Sometimes, when Kylian was away and couldn't get a hold of him, you were there for him. Ready to help.

When it comes to girls, you're his go-to person. Maybe because he knows how much Kylian is a master with the football but not that much in the dating area.

"Okay, pause pause pause." You laugh at him, pushing you in order to make you lose the goal. "You, young man, own me a story."

"I own you anything, woman." He laughs, imitating your tone.

"C'mon, tell me, did she like the roses?"

"She did." He smiles. "Thank you so much for helping me. I don't know what I would do without you here."

"Probably be the best at fifa." You say, making both laugh at that. "But don't worry, E. I'm here for anything you need."

The fifa game took hours, hours Kylian didn't got to spend with you. Hours he was pouting like a child.

He's sitting on the couch hearing the laughs and screams you and Ethan are making. Feeling left out.

He knows feeling like this is dumb, but he's been so busy lately that even spending time with you was a bit difficult.

He helped his parents with picking up the plates, washing them and even helped Melissa with the kids.

And still not you.

"Bonjour, Monsieur Mbappe." You say in this funny accent. He was in his old childhood bed, a single one. He looked so big for the bed.

He turns to the wall, feeling left out and being jealous. "Go play fifa."

"Yeah, it was fun, I had to pick your player." You tease. "But maybe I should have picked Olivier. He's faster."

He turns back to you, eyes narrowed and pout. "Did you just call me slow?"

"You're such a baby, come here, mon amour." You throw yourself on top of him. He hugged you like a koala bear. "God, you're crushing me."

"Good, so you don't go."

"What if we moved and watch something?"

He thinks about it for a few seconds, making you squeak. "Can we watch that scary movie I like?"

"If I say yes, would you let me breathe?"

He laughs, softening the hug, making you sigh and breathe deeply. "Can you get some popcorn?"

You nod, getting up from the bed. But first, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "Some soda too?"

"You're making me break my diet." He laughs. Kissing your lips.

"Good, once in a while." You return the kiss.

Going down to the kitchen, you notice that Fayza is there, sitting at the kitchen island with a book in her hands.

"Hi, I thought you were asleep by now."

"No, Ky wants to see a movie, and he's kinda grumpy from all the attention everyone is getting from me. Everyone but him."

"Well, he's a man. They always want more but never know how to ask." She laughs, winking at you.

You laugh with her, making a little chat while the popcorn is getting ready at the microwave.

"I'm gonna miss this house. I feel like it was yesterday when Kylian brought me here to meet you."

"Oui, so many memories. But I think it is time for us to move on."

You nod, thinking about the amazing memories you shared with Kylian and his family there.

You place the popcorn in a bowl, grabbing two sodas and leaving Fayza and her book alone.

The movie was good, it has a scary factor. But your mind was still roaming through the memories.

You scratch lightly Kylian arms, something you do when you're cuddling while watching a move or a show.

He's focused on the movie and the popcorn. Not noticing how you're so lost into nothing.

"I wish we could stay longer. I know this is not my family home, but this place has something that I love."

"I get it, I feel like a part of me hurts from thinking about letting this go."

You stayed quiet for a while, trying to focus on a little bit of what's left from the movie. Kylian, on the other hand, got lost into his thoughts, he loved this place.

He wanted to make this a vacation home, to bring his kids to the place where he grew up, where the people supported him.

He wanted to save his childhood house. He wanted his, well, your kids to be able to hear the stories you created there, to be able to feel the magic you two feel there.

He takes the remote, turning the TV off, making you protest. "I have an idea."

"We're not pranking anyone, Ky."

"No, that's not it." He gets up. "Well, that's a good idea, you can't deny."

"No." You laugh.

His hands found yours, intertwining them and looking at you in the eyes. "Let's buy the house."

"What?" You say, taken aback by the sudden proposition.

"Oui, we can use the house for weekend getaways, we can use it for vacations. For special occasions."

"But I thought."

"I know what I said." He interrupts you. "But I can't deny that there's a special something, and in the near future, I want to create more memories with you here. I can't wait for our kids to enjoy this place like we did."

"Oh, bébé." You let his hands go to press your palms to his cheeks, kissing him slowly. Feeling all the emotions. "We have to talk to your mom about it."

"Can you believe that? If she says yes, this will be our first house together."

"This will be your house, Kyky." You laugh, even tho he always told you that what was his was yours, this was different from a t-shirt, this is a whole house.

"No, bébé. This will be ours."

[sorceresski]

Tipsy - Kylian Mbappé

Summary: y/n is drunk and gets a little naughty/bratty with Kylian.

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x reader

Tags/warnings: suggestive, none really

I’ve had this is in the drafts for months now. Read more of my work here

You were more giggly and jumpy than usual. He’d lost track of how many glasses you’d had, but you were definitely drunk now. You and alcohol do not go well together, which is why you stayed away. For the most part anyway.

Now, Kylian watched you try to talk Ousmane into doing shots with you, it was time to step in.

“You’re having a lot of fun,” he said coming up behind you.

You were a happy drunk. “Kylian!” You threw your arms around his shoulders, his arms falling to your waist. “Join us!”

Kylian gave the bartender a look as he was about to refill your glasses and he shuffled to other side of the bar. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

“Booo.” You pulled away from him and leaned in to whisper to Ousmane, “He’s so boring isn’t he?”

“Y/n I have to be at work tomorrow, so do you. And so does he,” he looked to Ousmane for help.

“He might be boring but he has a point,” Ousmane chimed in.

You crossed your arms with a pout, “Fine.”

Kylian held his hand out, “Give me your keys, I’ll drive.”

“Don’t crash my car,” you said as you slapped the car keys into his outstretched hand, stumbling past him.

Holding his tongue about being the better driver, Kylian bid a bemused Dembele goodbye and hurried to catch up.

“Next time, we’re bringing your car, I don’t trust you around mine,” you slurred as the cold Paris air hit you, raising goosebumps on your arms.

He rolled his eyes. “Alright passenger princess, let’s get you home.” He steered you to your car, security helping keep his fans away. Once in the car, Kylian shrugged off his jacket, you must be freezing in that slip dress, he thought. “Here,” he said offering his jacket.

“I’m fine, I’m mad at you,” you muttered to the window, refusing to look at him. The city was a blur and you blinked as the occasional headlamp flashed into your eyes. Paris was very much awake even at this late hour.

You shut your eyes and opened them to Kylian rousing you to go up to his apartment, “Allez.” You sagged into him, enveloped in his scent, as warm arms held you up. You both stumbled into the apartment, Kylian fumbling with his shoes and then yours in the dark.

You fell into a heap on the bed. “Aht aht, you need to take off your clothes.” You looked up at him, a mischievous thought swirling in your head.

“Sure, if you insist.” You stood up, coming between Kylian and the bed. He put his hands in his pockets and held his breath. You grabbed the hem of the dress you wore and pulled it above your head. Your bra was next, joining the discarded dress at your feet. You watched him watch you, tingles travelling down your spine at his appraisal of your body, the buzz and feeling of freedom that came with the alcohol only serving to heighten your arousal.

You took a confident step towards him. “Y/n,” he warned, as you placed a hand on his abdomen. “You should go to bed.” A suggestion? A command? You didn’t care. Frankly, you liked how he got when you were being naughty and you hoped he would go there.

So you kissed him instead. Slow, tender. His hands flew to your waist despite his reluctance, pulling you impossibly closer, your breasts flush against his chest. When he pulled away, your vision was blurry. “Join me,” you said, slipping under the covers.

“One moment,” Kylian said and ducked into the closet to change, taking his time to find a pair of shorts to wear, hoping you would be drowsy when he returned. He had no intention of making love to you while you were intoxicated and he was sober. Sure enough, when he returned you were blinking away sleep.

He joined you under the covers, wrapping his arms around you and drawing you closer. After a beat, you spoke. “Why aren’t you kissing me?”

“Because,” he placed a hand on your chin and raised your head up to meet his eyes, “you are drunk and probably won’t remember most of this in the morning and when I fuck you, I want you to remember it all. Goodnight, y/n.”

[k9iriz]

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞

𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦…𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵

𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘭

kylian pulled me into a guest room eagerly but not quietly as i resisted so hard, struggling and making a scene all the way upstairs, but no one noticed.

well i “kinda” got mad on the way over here and took it all out on him.

“get off of me—” i almost cursed before he slammed me against the door, his hand wrapping around my neck.

we found a random guest room in messi’s house where the whole date night was planned, i simply didn’t wanna go.

plus when i was picking him up from practice, he was smiling and giggling with somebody, a female at that.

him just brushing it off after he put his number in her phone, and didn’t speak to me until we got to the house.

caused me to flip.

he hugged me in front of her, dodging my kiss, but “it wasn’t his intention” he says.

pfft.

“you’re just making this even worse on yourself. shut up.” kylian demanded, he looked so fine in his dressed up attire, and not to mention his hair was dyed recently blonde.

i bit my lip, shutting my mouth as said before he threw me on the guest bed, note i had on a nice see through black outfit, corset curvy bodysuit, exposing all the curves and body marks.

kylian stalked towards me as he took his suit jacket off, soonly unbuttoning his white shirt a bit, turned me the hell on.

and his hands? god.

“come here y/n.” kylian demanded, done with my games.

“no, we’re not doing this shit right now!” i cursed as kylian grabbed me, pulling me down towards the edge of the bed, earning a yelp from me.

“you’re so fucking disobedient.” kylian roughly mumbled before stripping me roughly of my clothes, leaving me naked, but with his white button down shirt.

my legs hopped around his arms well, leaving him in towering over me as our breaths hitched over one another, our noses nearly touching.

i got wetter by the second. “watch me. and you take your eyes off of me, you’re not gonna cum.” kylian grunted as my walls clenched around him, smoothly sliding into me with ease, earning a gasp from me.

i felt my walls get together around him, making him groan before the sounds of my wetness filled the room along with the skin clapping as my moans grew louder.

“fucking slut, wearing this outfit, trying to get somebodies attention?” kylian roughly degraded me just only for me to hear.

my eyes never left the scene underneath me, making me cry and plead, the moans growing louder.

“k-kyliannn!” i whimpered as my eyes rolled back, making kylian shift, pinning my legs back, making my thighs touch the mattress.

i was a moaning mess.

“o-oh my f-fucking goddd!” i dragged out in tears as my eyes rolled back, making kylian wrap his hand around my neck, just staring down at all my love faces.

meanwhile i was going fucking crazy.

“it was just “fuck me” 10 minutes ago, but when im fucking you, it’s all moans and screams, amor.” kylian talked to me as i felt myself traveling through a orgasm.

kylian pushed all of himself in as i screamed. a toe curling scream. “d-daddy!”

he was so girthy and thick, it felt like i was being filled up to a point to where i was levitating at the pleasure i was getting, feeling stuffed.

i pushed my hand hard as i could against his abs as tears ran down my face, causing him to slap my hand away, dribbling spit on his dick as his strokes got rougher, abusing my spot.

“shut the fuck up & take it, slut.” kylian growled under his breath. my hands gripped the sheets as i felt him in my stomach, noticing his print through it.

kylian held my ankles open as he smirked mentally, at how submissive i was.

“p-please slow down baby…” i cried, feeling my legs shake for the third time, feeling as if i was gonna just squirt.

“say sorry. you got it amour, don’t cum yet.” kylian’s finger ram across my clit so effortlessly, causing me to squirm.

“i-im sorry.” i moaned out as my grip got tighter on the sheets.

“for what?”

“f-for earlier.” i whimpered. “you don’t need to worry about her, who do i fuck and come home to every night hm?” kylian asked, slowing down.

“m-me.” i stared up at me as he stared at me back, this intimacy felt so good within the moment.

“im all yours, amour. don’t ever fucking forget that.” as i felt the tightest knot in my stomach, tears streaming down my face.

“im gonna c-cum!” i cried out, as kylian towered me again, as our hands came in clutch, staring down at me as he talked me through my orgasm.

“go ahead, cum for me. stare at me when you cum too. so fucking gorgeous.” kylian said as my eyes began to roll back, i wasn’t even gonna be able to walk after this.

i let out a scream as i clenched around him, causing him to groan out, before sitting up quickly, pulling out straight on your pussy, feeling himself cum a little quicker than usual. “ah putain! merde y/n.” kylian shouted.

heavy breathing filled the room as he rubbed in the cum with his still swollen tip, before he gripped the back of my thighs, feeling his wet tongue glide across my clit.

i moaned loudly as i caressed his head, staring down at him just eating my soul out.

he lapped up every single drop i had left, feeling my legs buckle and tense up as he lifted himself, kissing my lips, combining his cum & my juices on his lips…

lord have mercy…

“my legs hurt babe.” i whined as i sat up, as he helped me get dressed, me helping him button his shirt up.

“ill help you walk back downstairs…hope they didn’t hear us.” kylian prayed, before a knock on the door was heard, making us jump lightly.

“the walls are thin! don’t think we didn’t hear you!” messi and his wife shouted from the door, earning a laugh from us.

that’s kinda embarrassing, but it did fill my love for public sex.

short drabble or wtv, cleaning and finishing drafts! jude is next guys!

love u guys. ❤️

[aechii]

₍⁠₍ GOOD LUCK CHARM ₎⁠₎

{read part 2}

PAiRiNG ?! childhoodfriend!kylian x black!femreader

GENRE ?! romance , angst if you have 30/30 vision

SYNOPSiS ?! based on the prompt "you still wear that little bracelet i made you?" "it's like my good luck charm.." by @novelbear because i need fuel rn haha 😞

A/N ?! i was listening to infrunami by steve lacy while writing this, if it's too fluffy im sorry blame him. i think i need to stop writing in 2nd person pov cos it's NOT IT. so yh, this isn't good BUT i feed my consumers so yuuuuurp, HERE YOU GO 💀

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if someone had told 8 year old you that your friendship with kylian, in all its deep-rootedness and proclamations of 'forever's, would meet its demise just short of your 17th birthday, you would've cackled like the wicked witch of the west herself, bearing your gapped teeth in complete humour.

your bond was imperishable, derived from unyielding interlocked hands and taut, warm hugs that you longed to ever drown into. everybody knew, if kylian was there, you would be stood right beside him as if you were his right hand man- no, but you were.

his second mother, you were called; as sweet as he was, he was hardheaded and stubborn, and there was never a week that didn't go by where you weren't, even as young as you were, chastising him for having an unrelenting mouth or fisted hands. it was his nature, no matter how much you told him to stop and he vowed that he would, but it made him, kylian, so really and truly, there was nothing that could be done.

as you both matured, entered highschool with newfound tribulations that you swore you would conquer together, you began to realise that maybe, he had priorities that, inevitably, meant that your time together was diminishing. it was glaringly palpable, to him, to you, and everyone that was on the outside looking in.

but you could see just how much he tried balancing the two. football and you, occupied so much space in his life that dropping one would leave a gaping intrusion, begging to be whole again. so, after evening training, you two found yourselves basking in the soft buzz of the 20th hour within the confinement of your room, music droning in the back with a gentle hum. it was times like this that made you appreciate kylian; just a growing boy from bondy, fighting to make a name for himself in something he loved so much, yet still had time for you. his other half, as he called you. it made your heart swell everytime.

"kylian, i swear, if you've taken the last é-"

he was quick to defend himself, "look! i took e not é." he showed you the small bead and you hummed in approval. he rolled his eyes, "always quick to accuse me of shit."

you gasped, taking a pillow and throwing it his head. he screeched, quick to rip it off him.

"no swearing, you know that! my mum's gonna hear you."

he looked down, noticing that his efforts had been chewed and spat right back out, "[y/n], you ruined my bracelet!"

you shrugged, continuing yours, "sorry, not sorry."

his glare was evident in your peripheral and you tried to hold back your laugh.

"if this is so funny to you," he threw the empty threaded strand unto the carpet, "i'm not doing it anymore."

he knew he had gotten to you as he noticed your eyes widen, stopping the task at hand.

"bro! i'm not gonna have one then, that's not fair!"

he snickered, "should've thought about that first." his arms were crossed, smirking.

you debated whether or not to stop and leave you both bracelet-less, or sacrifice your dignity and apologise. in the end, the latter ruled the verdict; this was something cute that you both hadn't done in a while, and this ocassional get together was supposed to be fruitful.

"fine, i'm sorry."

he grinned, picking up the string once again to begin his, "there you go, wasn't that hard, was it?"

you gave him a look, muttering his words as you mimicked him before saying, "just continue the damn thing."

2 hours later and you were sure enough to say that your fingers were absolutely aching, kylian vocalising his pain. god, were his whines so irritating.

"kylian, please just give me your wrist," you sighed. he shuffled closer to you, arm stretched out. you tied yours securely, making sure to keep the word you had put facing down. you both agreed to make it a suprise.

with his tightly tied to your skin, in which he later had to loosen due to your discomfort, you counted down before sliding them against your wrists to see.

"chef? that's cute," you beamed. it didn't matter that you were younger than him, you were always telling him what to do, and he had always jokingly called you 'boss'.

he smiled back at you, but then it fell as he looked at his, "[y/n]?"

you struggled to hold back your giggles, "what? you don't like it?"

he looked at you from the corner of his eyes, "petit frèrot? really? out of everything you could've used, you used that?"

laughing, you gripped his wrist, turning it to look at it yourself, "it suits you, kylian!"

"i'm not shorter than you anymore," he whined. it was a memory he hated being brought to light; you always had an inch or two on him up until you both hit 14, and somehow, you remained stunted yet he had grown to be a whole head taller than you.

"it's for... memory's sake, ky."

"i don't want to wear it."

you frowned, "don't be stupid, kylian. you're never taking it off."

his tone is indignant, "don't be too sure about that."

+_-

it may be fraying and fuzzed at the edges. it may be fading, colours that were once bright and vivid now ghosted and phantom, but you swore that if it was ever cut off, it would be the end of you too.

yes, you both no longer talked. it was an occurence so vigorously impactful that even your parents had ceased contact because if their kids didn't talk, why should they?

you knew that with the life that kylian had planned for himself, as much you both ignored it, there was no space in it for you. he had to travel to play in clubs that didn't reside within the borders of paris, or even france. your academics strangled you with deadlines and projects that had you begin to fade into the distance of kylian's mind, so he couldn't take the full blame for it. you were the reason why too, and you wished you had fought harder to sustain such a friendship.

no hard feelings were established, you presumed. the drift was gradual and something that couldn't be helped. you knew kylian wouldn't hate you, and he knew you wouldn't either.

you kept your tabs on him, however. he didn't know where you were anymore, hell if you were even alive, but with a name as big as messi's and ronaldo's, you would've been living under rocks if you didn't know how he was fending.

once every few months, you search him up. you would see he was doing well, and you would smile, pained with nostalgia, fiddle with the aging bracelet that seemed to burn its imprint into your skin, and close the google tab. it wouldn't leave your mind for the next few weeks, but you didn't mind. as long as you knew he was okay, then you were too.

+_-

football, as much as it was your ex best friend's, wasn't your forte. you didn't know a single team to name, or a player that wasn't the two infamous rivals, so finding yourself, clad in the white jersey of real madrid was completely unusual nature.

"it'll be fun, [y/n]," your friend had urged. it wasn't the first time kalani had begged you to watch a game of her favourite team, but this time, you decided to give in to her pleas and see for yourself.

"sure," you stated dismissively. you needed these 3 hours to pass as quick as they could, essays weren't going to write themselves.

the stadium atmosphere was suffocating, to be entirely honest. it was filled to the absolute brim with the blue and white opposing colours, to which you had no idea which team the blue was supposed to represent. you were only here for support, not the experience.

you could see the players training and preparing themselves on the pitch, seriousness punctured with banter and playful chasing. it reminded you of kylian again. you smiled at that thought.

then, as if time itself were a blur, kick off had started and instantaneously both team were hungry for the ball. you were, of course, rooting for madrid, and everytime the ball was in their possession, couldn't fight down the urge to scream with passion. it was like football had ignited something deep and buried within you, and it took you back to the days were you were screaming for kylian to score until your voice grew hoarse and dessicated.

+_-

you didn't even support the damned team yet you were completely drunk off victory. won with 2 goals to your name and the smile that had found its way unto your and kalani's faces hadn't left.

in a haze of excitement and thrill, she had left you to go to the toilet. you had no idea where you were, and you thought the safest place to go was back to the entrance.

"fucking hell."

the stadium was bigger than you thought, and with your short memory span, you had found yourself lost. how you couldn't even get the exit was beyond you.

in the distance you heard a cluster of voices, and your brain immediately thought to go in that direction, where there was people, there was help. your steps were hurried, you're sure you looked absolutely frightened out of your mind, and you quickly take the sharp left, colliding into a body.

"oh shit- i'm so sorry," you hurried out apologies. the person in front of you was quick to stop you, "no, no, you're good."

you stilled. age did absolutely nothing to the distinct accent of his. and it's then you drank in the sight of him fully.

"kylian?"

his face morphed into one of familiarity and utter shock, then his eyes widened.

"no way- [y/n]?"

you airily chuckled, still stupified, "in the flesh, ky."

his arms were quick to take you in them, embrace muscled and strong. your arms wrapped around his neck as you swayed from side to side.

a cough from beside you dragged you both back down from your reverie.

"kylian? who's this?" their voice was playful and the man rolled his eyes, grinning widely.

"achraf, this is [y/n], my best friend from early-"

"until you ditched me."

"i did not," he defended.

achraf chuckled, "won't be surprised if he did."

you laughed wholeheartedly, kylian groaning at his two best friends tag teaming against him.

"you two literally just met," his gaze was on you, fully coming to terms with the fact that you were standing right in front of him. no longer 16, but now 8 years later, unrecognisable but in the best way possible.

"how did you get here?" achraf asked, and you grinned sheepishly.

"got lost. i came here with my friend to watch real madrid and she ditched me to go to take a shit or something, i have no idea."

kylian huffed at you revelation, "siding with the enemy, i see. i thought you were my supporter."

you tried not to react to his words, but the growing seansation of butterflies made you feel nauseous.

"suck it up, ky. don't be a sore loser," you jeered, punching him softly in his arm.

he raised and eyebrow, "i guess i'll leave you here."

achraf was quick to deflect it, however, "no you're not. you're going to help this young lady and see her out, kylian," he tutted, "be a gentleman."

you smirked at your best friend, "listen to him, ky. he has wisdom to share."

he kissed his teeth, turning around to walk away. you grabbed his wrist to stop him, "okay, okay, i'm sorry!"

you laugh, squeezing his flesh as you felt something thin line his skin. you looked down and the sight of your sentiment, its state just like yours, left you breathless.

"you still wear that little bracelet i made you?" you couldn't stop smiling.

he looked at you, straight in your eyes as if his following words weren't enough. he needed you to feel the genuineness of it all.

"i could never take it off. it's like my good luck charm."

chef- boss

petit frèrot- little bro

[charliee]

Relaxing moment with Kylian Mbappé

Sorry, english is not my first language but i promise to improve it.

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It wasn't that y/n didn't like her current job. On the contrary, having a routine and a purpose for leaving the house every day was what made her feel independent. But this same routine that made her feel useful also sucked all her energy and disposition to enjoy the little free time she had, and these were almost always filled with worries about the job. But there were also small moments that took her out of these stressful situations and brought her to the clouds in a matter of seconds, and the one who provided these moments was Kylian. Y/o looked at her boyfriend who greeted her at the door with a warm hug and a gentle kiss on the forehead. Her body relaxed against his, snuggling into his warmth.

- I've missed you, Ma chérie, I've been thinking about you all day. - Kylian said against her hair. Y/o let out a satisfied sigh, reluctantly leaving the cozy warmth of her boyfriend's chest to take off her shoes and sit down on the large sofa that looked even more inviting because of her tiredness.- I think someone is really tired here. How was your day? - Kylian asked with a playful tone, also sitting down on the couch and putting his sore feet in his lap, which was met with a grateful smile from you, knowing that he cares to know how your day went, even if it wasn't as exciting as a soccer player's, made you not look at it so negatively.

- Nothing new, you know, it's just that I'm feeling a bit...overwhelmed.

Kylian has always supported you in your goals, he was the first to support you to leave your old job in order to grow and he is also the proudest guy when it comes to saying how smart his girlfriend is and that she is the best at what she does. But Kylian would also be the first to tell you to abandon something that isn't doing you any good, he would enter his highest level of protective boyfriend if he knew that you were on the verge of a nervous breakdown because of work.

- Your boss isn't giving you more work than you can handle, right? - Her countenance was calm, even though her voice carried concern, and her hands began to slide down his feet and ankles, pressing carefully, drawing a tired but relaxed sigh.- No, but work has been more exhausting, if I want that promotion I'll have to work twice as hard, three times as hard in fact.

- You knew that being the girlfriend of the most talked about soccer player at the moment could give you easier access to the position you were aiming for, any position in fact, but you were never like that, choosing to get what you wanted by your own efforts without Kylian's influence, even if you had to do triple what a white man would do.

- Can I try to convince you again to accept my influence to provide you with a better job?- Kylian, we have already talked about this.

- What about you staying at home without worrying about anything, just being treated like the queen that you are?

- That option was also discussed and equally denied, my love. - You rebutted him with a smile. - But about being treated like a queen, do you think I can get that treatment now? I feel like I ran a marathon.

- Ma chérie, you can ask me anything you want and the answer will always be yes. - Kylian had a lazy smile on his face, you assumed that his day was not one of the smoothest either, but he still seemed willing enough to make you have a relaxing evening. Kylian shortened the distance between the two of you and deposited a soft kiss on your lips, caressing the sides of your body, Y/o's hands moved up towards your neck to deepen the kiss, but was surprised by a jolt from her boyfriend who lifted her off the couch bridal style towards the bathroom. Kylian set her down and turned on the tub, and turned around quickly as soon as he heard you start to undress.

- Non non, mon ange, today I will take care of you. - Kylian interrupted your movements and looked at you with a passionate gaze that you had no idea was possible due to your current state, neutral clothes that revealed nothing much, your hair caught in a clumsy hairstyle done at work, and the rest of the make-up you had put on in the morning, all seemed too ordinary and undeserving of such devotion.

As if he had read your thoughts Kylian said this, as he took off his clothes, but this action was not like he had done the other times, there was desire but this was a moment of devotion and gratitude reflected in his actions. - I love the life I lead with you, to be able to lie down with you every night and wake up with you. I am grateful for the time we spend together and I dare say I am also grateful for the longing I feel when we are away, longing is the certainty that we have the capacity to love.

A trail of kisses was deposited as each piece of clothing was removed, Y/o didn't know what to say, he just stood there admiring the love of his life saying one of the most beautiful things his ears had ever heard. Kylian didn't usually show his devotion with sugary words, always opting for physical touch, gifts and actions, but on this night he was particularly tempted to speak his deep thoughts and feelings. As soon as the tub filled up, the best products that were arranged in the bathroom were mixed in the water, Kylian helped his girlfriend into the warm water, kissed her forehead and lit some of his favorite candles that he knew would help her relax even more.

- Join me Ky, please. - Y/o's voice and face sounded needy and wanting, Kylian didn't wait a second request and undressed at the same moment and posed behind Y/o. In other moments the situation would be taken to another goal, but now what the two wanted most was the calm water and a relaxing moment just listening to each other's breathing. - Thank you for everything, mon coeur. - Your speech didn't last long because y/o was assured that Kylian knew the meaning of those words and was answered by him with a trail of kisses from shoulder to ear, he smiling slightly to hear you using that nickname he likes so much. Y/o let out a satisfied sigh, feeling all the tension fade away with the light massage on her shoulders and the warm water that worked wonders on her aching muscles. It was these simple moments that made her happy and made everything worthwhile, she could endure another day of hard work if she had the assurance that she would have Kylian wrapping her in his arms and making her feel like the luckiest woman in France.

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looking forward to the game between PSG and Bayern München

[freshfraise]

ALL OR NOTHING - ONE

pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

summary: Childhood sweethearts. After a tearful, transformative departure at just 19, four years pass by. And now, at 23, you are being forced to awkwardly reunite with your ex-boyfriend to fulfill your dreaded journalistic duties.

authors note: this chapter is essentially the build up to when they meet again next chapter, so bear with me :)) thank you for all the love and comment if you want to be in the tag list!

previous chapter here

2022 | LONDON, SOHO

You shake off your nerves as you enter your boss's office. You were specifically called over, which was extremely rare for a journalist of your level. Sympathetic glances are shot over from your colleagues, having you anticipate the worst. You wrap your trembling digits around the frigid doorknob and heave deeply. 

“I’m removing you from Educational Journalism and switching you to a different sector.” Your boss declares bluntly, barely leaving any time for your feet to be firmly planted on the floor.

“Wh-”

“I believe your writing is better fit for a more riveting sector than Education. Something along the lines of Entertainment and Sports.” He continues, blocking out any sort of inquiry you may have. The word Sports rings in your head. It was only just four years ago. Four years ago since you last saw him. Of course, you saw the odd headline of him or a trending hashtag/tweet debating just how good of a player he is, but you made it your (extremely difficult) mission to ignore and block out as much as possible of your ridiculously illustrious ex-boyfriend. You prayed that your boss would lean more into the entertainment sector, as you definitely wouldn’t mind interviewing and writing about celebrities and media around the world.

“Okay well, is there any sort of training I need to take before I start?” You question quickly, wary that you would be cut off again.

“Your writing is just what we need, so no, none at all. In fact, you have a train to Paris booked for 7:45 am tomorrow, as you’ll be interviewing a popular football team at their stadium. I’ll confirm more details in the morning.” The ringing in your ears grows louder, almost deafening. Suddenly, your trembling fingers become slick with perspiration and your tongue abnormally scratchy. There’s no way, what are the odds? you think to yourself. Your breathing becomes more hollow and rapid, now audible.

“Ms. Y/L/N? Are-” 

You interrupt this time, (unintentionally, but nonetheless it felt good). “Is this confirmed? Is there any way to deny this? I have a lot of things going on-”

“Y/N, this job is highly sought after, so the fact you’re even considering denying this job is very telling of your dedication to your role.” Your boss reprimands, making you purse your lips in shame. “And, yes it is very much confirmed, both the train ticket and the interviews. I get it, it’s normal to get scared and anxious when meeting celebrities of such calibre, but, you’re a journalist and this is a part of your job. Paris Saint Germain is one of-” Your boss’s voice fades out in the abundance of thoughts swirling around in your throbbing head. Now, you’re regretting a lot of things. You’re regretting not keeping in touch, which would probably drastically reduce the levels of anxiety you’re feeling but also your insistence on keeping your relationship with him private, because if it wasn’t, maybe your boss would understand how uncomfortable this situation is. Although, it did save you a swarm of hate comments and death threats.

You tune back into your boss’s ongoing rant, “-I, myself, am a fan of PSG, so if you could maybe get a signature or two from a couple players, that would be great.” He suggests, voice evident of enthusiasm. You roll your eyes subtly before heading your way out of the office. 

“Oh, Y/N?” He calls out, making you turn back promptly. “A signature from Mbappé in particular.” He comments, a small smile on his face. You pinch your eyelids shut and nod, already embarrassed at the thought of asking your Ex best friend/boy friend for a signature. 

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On the tiresome commute home, you take advantage of the empty bus and call your best friend to communicate your uneasy thoughts.

“Imani, should I quit?” You ask, slouched in your seat, head facing the bus ceiling. One of the first and only friends you made in London, Imani is the only person outside of your immediate family that knows of your past relations with the footballer. Initially, she thought that it was a very well thought out prank, before realising that it was, in fact real and ended up screaming down the phone at you in bewilderment, leaving you to explain the extensive history of Y/N and the Mbappé.

“Girl, you have bills to pay. So delete that from your options,” She states bluntly, earning a hearty chuckle from you. “Unless,” She says, dragging out the ‘S’.

“Unless what?”

“Unless you get back together with him, that financial burden is lifted off your shoulders, and I can become WAG adjacent again! Win win for all of us!” 

“Imani.” You say exasperated.

“I’m kidding. Kinda. If I’m being honest, I still don’t understand why you broke up with him. You guys were so cute.”

“First of all, It was mutual. Kinda.” You recall the series of events, remembering your desolation and ache. You bite your lower lip, not liking to think too much about the feelings that day.

“Yeah mutual, yet he was begging for you not to leave him.” Imani responds, making you giggle quietly at her cut throat attitude.

“That wasn’t funny.” You say blankly, not giving her the satisfaction of making you laugh. “Plus, that was years ago, he probably has a girlfriend now.” The thought scans your mind briefly, leaving you to ponder.

“I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, Y/N."

“You know what that means.” Imani declares, interrupting your train of thought.

“Late night stalking session?” “Late night stalking sesh.” Imani affirms. A late night stalking session, consists of one dedicated hour to finding out everything, ever imaginable about a possible romantic interest. In this case, a past romantic interest. This should be easy, you think to yourself, due to his famed status.

After a long journey home and sixty fatiguing, extensive minutes of harassing online search engines, you and Imani concluded two things:

Ethan has grown a lot since you last saw him.

Kylian, as a matter of fact, does have a girlfriend, who apparently, he’s engaged to.

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taglist: @aechii

[hlstead]

I’ ll open my request for football players too! So send me requests for any player!

[greedyhoneyz]

Trophy Girl

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: kylian mbappé x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: two tales of a trophy girl

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. domestic fluff

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･final notes: im a football babe, fulfilling my dreams of being a footballer’s gf

Mon Dieu, elle est tellement belle. (My God, she is so beautiful.)

From the foot of his king-sized bed, where Kylian lay, stood (name). Her silhouette, almost god-like, stood meters from the large mirror pressed against his bedroom wall, a brush in her hand. Its pink bristles scored through her locks, plucking its full curls whilst she watched it bounce back into place.

Flooded with yearning, Kylian shuffled above his sheets, his phone tumbling from his chest. He scooted towards the edge of the bed till his feet were planted on the floor, his hurried ruckus failing to catch the attention of (name).

He extended his arms and tucked himself behind (name), pulling her lower half into him. He curled his arm around her hips and pressed the palm of his hands against her stomach, his cheek pushed against her back.

Through the reflection of his bedroom mirror, (name) froze. Her gaze shifted from her hair to her boyfriend curled by her hip. She smiled softly, dropping her hand from her hair to the back of his head.

She cupped the base of his head, her acrylic nails soothing through his fade.

Kylian glanced up at (name) with a gaze that twinkled with love, his nose nuzzled into her hip as inhaled her delectable scent, bergamot and praline.

Under the roar of Paris, Kylian strode with pride and relief through the pitch. Sweat beaded across his forehead, soiling his football shirt as he blew out a heavy breath, his hands on his hips.

Stood amongst the rows and rows of fans, (name) beamed. She bounced on the heels of her shoes and gripped her phone tightly. Her eyes scored across the pitch, squinting, in search of Kylian.

Kylian clapped to the crowds above, a tired smile hooked to his face as he paced by his teammates, sharing congratulatory hugs and handshakes. The tremor of his heart still resounded through his head.

“Kylian!”

Turning sharply, Kylian caught a glimpse of (name). She hunched over the barriers, alongside security, waving gleefully. She bounced on her feet, the glimmer in her gentle eyes called him.

She raised her arms, her free hand wiggling anxiously as he jogged towards her.

Cupping his cheeks between the palm of her hands, (name) grinned widely. “Tu as gagné!” (You won!)

Kylian chuffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “Bien sûr.” (Of course.)

He wrapped his arms around (name) and lifted her from behind the barriers. Tucking her legs, (name) stilled as Kylian heaved her over the barrier and gently planted her onto the pitch.

(name) cackled maniacally, squirming from the spot where she stood, and swarmed her arms around Kylian’s shoulders, her fingers tenderly caressing the back of his neck.

Kylian beamed affectionately at his girlfriend, watching closely as her body exploded with jubilation. She hopped avidly, her tender bounces hoisting her above Kylian’s head and landing her safely back onto the ground.

Kylian’s triumph, hidden amidst his distant yet relieved gaze, was perfectly painted by the content in (name’s) eyes and the elation that coated her obnoxious laugh and her ascent to the midnight ceiling.

[cialovesklopp]

MON AMOUR JE T'AIME

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

or

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

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

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

 [ article one - quelle honte]

i. prologue

ii. chapter one ➺ dress

 [ article two - cupid's perfect match]

iii. chapter two ➺ one kind of a man

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

iv. chapter three ➺ this love

 [ article four - where has she gone]

v. chapter four ➺ pov

 [ article five - she is back]

vi. chapter five ➺ revenge

 [ article six - amara's renaissance]

vii. chapter six ➺ king of my heart

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

viii. chapter seven ➺ lover

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

ix. chapter eight ➺ va dire à ton ex

 [ article nine - amara imani and kylian mbappe?]

x. chapter nine ➺ wild side

xi. chapter ten ➺ while we're young

 [ article ten - the queen found her king]

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

bonus one - daylight

bonus - joyeux anniversaire

bonus two - une journée à trois

articles ⤷ scandalous; all the latest celebrity news

one — QUELLE HONTE

two — CUPID’S PERFECT MATCH

three — THE QUEEN OF POP FLOPS AT RELATIONSHIPS

four — WHERE HAS SHE GONE

five — SHE IS BACK

six — AMARA’S RENAISSANCE

seven — MON AMOUR; WHO IS SHE DATING?

eight — IMANI VS HENDERSON IS ON

nine — AMARA IMANI AND KYLIAN MBAPPE?

ten — THE QUEEN FOUND HER KING

characters:

 ( amara imani )

 ( grace woods )

 ( liyah clark )

[blueaetherr]

can you write about mbappé where he’s out and sees a fan wearing a psg jersey with his name, she noticed him staring, just smiled at him and kept walking but that somehow made him want to get to know her. he stopped her and she told him that she hates attention so he got her number. you can decide on the ending:)

just for you

pairing: kylian mbappe x fem!reader [she/her]

warning(s): none

summary: the one where natural attraction occurs between two individuals

The evening was young when the house party began. Casual and comfortable too, as young adults moved freely in the home to do and say as they wanted, conversations both intellectual and easy present to accommodate everyone's interests. Food laid out neatly, everyone vibing with the current tunes playing and discussions in session. It was safe to say that the party was moving smoothly, and it remained the same as Kylian arrived later on.

To protect his peace he would never admit it but Kylian loved house parties. As much as he loved football—dedicating his life to perfecting his craft as a profession—he, too, as big as he was, understood that sometimes he needed to step away from the sport for his own well-being, to destress and unclog his mind from the worries of tomorrow. And attending house parties was the perfect alternative, something familiar and cosy he could always ease into.

Heading out of a room, somewhere deep in the house, Kylian noticed something from the corner of his eyes. A PSG jersey, more specifically someone wearing his PSG jersey. She seemed to be in pensive thought, just casually in her element as her focus remained on the art hung up on the wall to inspect it, unaware of the presence inspecting her from afar. Until she was.

Noticing such presence from afar she turned towards Kylian with a blank stare. "I-I'm sorry," he stumbled, taking a few steps back. He had been so lost in his gaze, innocently observing her for no apparent reason, that he had forgotten how he might be received. "I wasn't trying to, I just came from—"

"Don't even worry about it." Suddenly, the blank stare turned into a timid smile, one friendly and rather inviting. "I mean while you're here, you might as well..." she added, waving Kylian over.

Initially, Kylian was careful in his steps towards her. He didn't know if he should invade her space considering he'd failed to respect it not even a few minutes ago. But the more he moved towards her, her smile failed to fall flat, failed to show any signs of discontent and discomfort towards him. So eventually he found himself standing beside her, and let his eyes wander to the art piece she had been inspecting. Instantly, his face screwed up. "Oh, I get what you mean."

The young woman shook her head, almost in disappointment. She folded her arms. "I'm just confused. Like what exactly am I looking at here? Like, I get art can be perceived all kinds of ways or whatever, but nothing comes to mind with this." She turned to Kylian, hopeful. "What do you think?"

Kylian huffed and thought for a quick moment. "I don't know. I mean it's—" he had to chuckle a bit. The artwork spoke to him as abstract and surrealistic but even he didn't know what he meant when he said those words, so did his opinion really hold any weight? "I have no clue."

"You think our party host knows what it's all about?" She wondered, inspecting the art further.

Again, Kylian had to laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. He knew the host, his friend, prioritised the appearance of the artwork in his house over its meaning. "I don't think he understands any of the art pieces he owns."

Then this—a moment of bonding over unjustifiable art—led to the pair sharing a conversation, shifting between intellectual and easy. And it was here where his initial thoughts were proved wrong. Sharing names Kylian came to learn that he was speaking to Y/N, someone who enjoyed art but not enough to pursue it as a profession. Instead, she was an explorer of activities and knowledge; she liked to do and learn new things on the regular.

Their conversation didn't carry much substance to it, simply just casual talk, laughter and opinions yet Kylian found himself engaged. From the moment he noticed Y/N from across the hall to where they were, he was there openly tuning into her words, her hand gestures as she spoke rather freely and watching out for all her reactions to everything he said to her.

The conversation, this person he was sharing it with, it was the exact thing that Kylian searched for whenever he wanted to step away from football. Y/N offered him something familiar and comfortable and friendly even though she had been just a stranger not even an hour ago.

From a moment of silence, quite from nowhere, he mentioned, "I think we should hang out more." It was something Kylian chose to say, with confidence and hope because he chose to believe there was something for him and Y/N. Friendship, partnership, simple mutuals—he didn't know exactly what but he didn't find any troubles in that uncertainty. The possibility of something was what kept the hope alive.

Y/N glanced at Kylian and nodded, her eyes going round. "Yeah, that would be nice," she said with a low voice before her eyes diverted to the pool, the two having chosen to settle by it not too long ago.

His smile faded, his expression soon dulling. "You don't sound too thrilled by that."

"That's not how it is, believe me. It's just..." She shook her head before exhaling deeply, trying to gather her thoughts, "Just look at it from my perspective, okay? You found me in peace and quiet, Kylian. We're having a conversation in peace and quiet. You think we would still have that same peace and quiet if we went back to the party, if we left this house? I enjoy my peace and quiet, I really do."

Kylian couldn't help but understand her words because Y/N was right. This wasn't the first time someone rejected his friendship or want for something more because of his notability– either they wanted him because he was a football player or they didn't want him because he was a football player. 

And this was why he always wanted to stray away from football sometimes—he wanted to get away from the very thing that negatively affected his chances of truly connecting with others beyond football. It was unfair, of course, but that was just how it was and he couldn't do anything to change his situation.

"You could still have that," that peace and quiet, Kylian assured, "with me, you know? And I know that's hard to believe..." he shrugged, "but I can make things happen."

"You would do something just for me?"

"Just for you," he said smiling as he knocked their shoulders together. 

The truth is, Kylian was someone who always strived and worked towards everything he wanted in life. Not by force, but with grace and quality. And that was the same thing he wanted with Y/N—he wanted to experience her conversations, enjoy her friendship, have her company when he could—all there was to offer.

What he enjoyed, what he appreciated the most were familiar and comfortable and friendly people and things, and Kylian would rather not let that go for an inconvenience that he could probably work around. So yes, he would make things happen just for her.

Y/N nodded slowly, taking in his words. "How about this... I'll give you my number and we go from there?" She offered as the corners of her mouth lifted. 

Those words, Kylian's words, were spoken with care and dedication and for that, she was willing to give this person a chance at whatever it was to come for them. 'Cause the way he felt about her was mutual. She enjoyed his conversations, his laughs, his love for football, so much so that she wouldn't mind coming back to him sometime after this very house party.

So Kylian beamed, his grin reappearing upon his face. "Of course. Whatever you want to do." 

Maybe it didn't seem like much, but it was much more for Kylian. For him, it was hope, an opportunity for everything he could have with Y/N. And whether or not they would go far or not didn't seem to bother him that much. 'Cause the chance to have Y/N in his life—the chance to have Kylian in her life—seemed like a blessing in itself.

And checking his phone when he was about to sleep later that night, he let himself experience a second of delight.

y/n: don't think i saw a single art piece in there that i liked... fancy going to an art museum sometime 👀

That's why he kept the hope alive; they would soon find one another again.

[spidybaby]

Stressed

Summary: When he's stressed and worried about work, that's the only thing on his mind.

Warnings: angst because I'm a sucker for it 😤

A/N: So I'm inspired, and you already know I love angst, I breathe angst, I eat angst. (Okay, I'm done exaggerating), but lemme know how you are? Are you drinking water? Hope you're fine 💐❤️

Since Kylian sent that letter to the higher-ups of PSG about not wanting to stay until 2025, everything is drama.

The french tabloids, for some reason, want him to look bad, want him to look like this ungrateful man.

He's experiencing too much pressure, Sergio leaving, Lionel leaving, possibly Verrati leaving. It was a mess. The whole teams is.

Especially now that this dumb reporter, her name is Sam, she's all over him about the whole side of him about the leaving, the selling, the quitting of Galtier. He's done with her, with the other reporters, with the ultras hating him for even breathing.

"Don't worry, Kyky, everything's going to be fine." Sergio pat his back, Kylian was one of the first ones to know about his retirement of the club. "Don't let that chick got to you."

"I just want her away from me." He drinks too fast for what he's used to. "Can't she cover something else?"

"Look, hermano." Ney says, he had to deal with the same reporter a few months before. "Just tell her something completely different from what she's asking, and she'll leave."

He knows she just wants to write something before anyone else, something that comes from his own, not for speculation. "Lie to her."

He scuff, it's not that easy to be away from her when she's also part of the PSG press people. She has access to everywhere. That makes him uncomfortable.

"Mira Kylian." Leo says. He's not new to this whole press drama. "Just don't mind her, ignore her, saying you have to be somewhere." He smiles, nodding to his advice.

Leo and Sergio are the ones he trusts with this media hate. They're goats, and they come from a long road. He can't deny that even Neymar is an expert. But he's been there for his own stupid mind, even tho he denied it.

He followed the advice Leo gave him, always ignoring her, saying the usual bonjour or a revoir. Nothing else.

That made her mad. She even asked Galtier for his number, not caring about writing him. That took him to the limit. He couldn't escape her. She was everywhere and anywhere at the same time.

"Don't stress, mon amour." You say kissing his cheek. You're massaging him, wanting to help him relax. "I know it's hard, but I'm here for you. It's only you and me."

You tried everything for him to relax, you didn't know the whole story. He never told you about this reporter. So you only think it's because of the whole letter drama.

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"Bonjour, Kylian." Sam says, looking at him. She's blocking the door of the lockers. "Can we talk." She raised her eyebrows.

"I'm busy." He tries to pass her, but she's not moving, and the last thing he wants is touching her or making any type of contact. "Please move."

"Just five minutes." She says, begging him. "And I'll leave you alone forever."

"I prefer you to leave me alone now." His voice is this deep tone. He's done with her games. "Get out of the way." He ask nicely.

"Four minutes." She begged again.

"Sam, out of the way."

"Three."

He breathes deeply, and he's losing his temper. "I'll say it only one more time, and believe me, that I hate repeating myself." He grabs her arm, not hard but the right amount of pressure to move her gently. "I'm busy." He's mad. His whole day is ruined, thanks to her.

He enters his car, asking the driver to take him home. He's supposed to go to his mother's house, but he's too mad for that.

He arrived home funding. His train bag is now on the floor, you're home early, and you notice the noise, thinking maybe he fell.

"Are you okay?" You ask from your bedroom. Maybe he's hurt. "Ky? Amour?" You talk louder this time.

After a few minutes, you hear the footsteps on the stairs. A very agitated Kylian enters the room. "Hi, handsome." You say, opening your arms to him.

"Remember how you said you can take the stress out of me?" He sais breathless, you nod smiling. "Do it."

You throw the covers away from you. Ready to attack your boyfriend with kisses and attention. Your lips feel heavy on his own. He's tense. You can feel him.

There was no other reason for his mind to be elsewhere, hes uncomfortable by the fact that he has Sam on the back of his head, tunning after him, basically harrassi him.

There's no other reason for him to focus on anything other than you. The way your lips feel on his neck, the way your hands are touching the right places, the way you're making him feel good.

His hips are moving to a very fast pace. He's not one to take his frustration on you, but the way you're moaning his name and how your nails are scratching his back is making him lose control.

He doesn't know how, but it happens. He can't take her name out of his mind, now even when you're taking him so well.

When he dips his hips at a certain angle, the back of your head digs further into the pillow, and he attacks the exposed side of your neck. He's leaving red marks, marking you as his. The groan that's escaping his lips are pornographyc.

You could feel nothing but him, the weight of his body over yours, the thin layer of sweat on his back under your fingertips and on his forehead, making the hair close to your neck to stick to it.

What's making the entire situation so much worse is the fact that no matter how much he tries, he can't stop thinking about her. Not in a sexual way, but angrily wanting her to go away, to leave his mind alone.

His hand is griping your waist so hard. He knows he'll leave a mark. Moans coming out of his mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good.” he goes faster, knowing by the sounds you're making that you're close.

"Sam-" that's when he stops. His whole body stop. He doesn't know why he's saying her name. His eyes are open in a panic.

"Get off," you say out of breath. Your heart is beating as fast as if it's going off your body. "Get off of me."

You push his shoulders for him to get off of you. He pulled out and tried to explain. "Y/n, please, I didn't mean to do that."

Your mind is lost, one moment you're under him, holding him closer, kissing him and enjoying him.

And now you're pushing him away, not wanting him to touch you. You grab the covers of the bed. You wrap it around your body before running to the bathroom.

"Amour, please." He tries to grab your arms. "Amour." He almost catch you, but he's not fast enough.

The next thing he knows is you slamming the door in his face. He can hear the way you're breathing and how you sob. The sound is making his heart hurt.

"I promise I wasn't-" he can't even think of an excuse. He's fucked up, he's hearing the way you're crying and can't think of how to solve it. "Listen, she's a reporter that has been harassing me. She's always on me, and I".

You open the door, interrupting his explanation. You're standing there, tears running down your face, blanket around your body, eyes sad.

"Mon amour." He doesn't know if he can touch you. He doesn't want to make you more uncomfortable than what you already are. "I promise it's not what you think."

You pass him, walking to the room to get your clothes, dressing yourself again, hurried to get away from him.

"Please don't go." He says, hand grabbing your arm. "Please, let me explain." He feels like crying, not wanting to let go.

"Not now." You get off his hold. "I can't do this. Please get away from me." You push him lightly.

"Don't go, I'll go, but you don't have to go." He dresses himself, not wanting you to leave. "I'm fucking sorry." Your back is facing him. You can't look at him in the eyes.

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The past week, you were running away from Kylian, leaving extra early for work and returning while he was still training.

For him, it was hard not being able to speak with you. But you needed time, and he's willing to let you have it. Even if that hurt him in the process.

For you, it's been weird. You can't wrap your mind around the fact of what's going on. For you, it hurts that he didn't trust you enough to talk to you about what's happening, and the other part of you is your ego being hurt by him naming another girls name.

You were sure with a talk and being honest, you both can make up. You trusted him when he says he has never been with her, but you also needed to know the whole story.

The sound of keys jiggling is the way you know he's home. When he walks he sees you sitting on the couch.

He's tired, everyone is hating on him for the stupid tabloids, and he can't even find comfort in your arms because he hurt you without intended to.

"Can we talk?" He swears the sound of your voice is magical. He missed it. He missed you. He nods and takes a seat next to you. "Who's Sam?"

He didn't hesitate to detail the whole thing. The things his playmates advised him. "Kylian, why didn't you report her to the management?" You're mad, not with him but with her for being such a bitch and harass him about a stupid football news.

"Because I thought she was going to leave me alone." He yells, frustrated. "I can't do this anymore."

You hug him, caressing his back and him cry his frustration. His not crying about her. He's crying about the news, about the hate, about the media not leaving him alone.

"I'm here, don't cry." You kiss the top of his head. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you before."

"It's not you, I'm the one who made the mistake of letting her abuse her power." He let you dry his tears. "I'm so done."

"It's not your fault. Don't say that." You kiss his cheeks. "You're fine now, I'm not letting her or anyone hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable." You hugged him. Promising you'll never let him feel that way again.

[sorceresski]

Headcanons - Kylian x black! reader

Not my gif I honestly do not remember the user I downloaded it from🙏🏻😭

A/n; I had Coming back for you by FireboyDML in my ear while writing this, it adds to the vibe🤩

Something to celebrate him becoming captain 🥳

You met at a charity event, and it felt like love at first sight. He loved how you stood out from everyone, not demanding attention but getting it in your own oblivious way.

He struck up a conversation with you and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

Date nights were regular and could be fancy dinners or takeout on your couch with a movie playing. You preferred the latter because it usually ended with him above you 20 minutes into the movie.

Speaking of, he was very attuned to your pleasure in bed. He was not a selfish lover. He could be gentle and rough as long as you were okay with it of course.

Agreeing to watch a new show together and getting mad when one of you starts it without the other. All is resolved with neck kisses.

Arguments never last long as you both tried to have open discussions with each other.

Random slaps on your bum as you walk around the apartment in short shorts.

“I love your hair” He’d say as you wrestled to put your curls in a bun.

Wash day became a sort of bonding experience for you two. You putting in the products and conditioners and him just being there. Talking about nothing and everything.

Before you moved in together, he noted and bought some of your hair products to keep in his apartment so you could use them when a night over turned into a weekend.

When you met his family, you felt very accepted. His cousins began texting you for hair advice.

Ethan coming to you for help touching up his braids but being fussy about it because he’s tender-headed.

Kylian wearing your bonnets casually around the apartment.

Him also helping himself to your lotions and perfumes. “There’s just something about cherry blossom peach blast’ he’d say as he spritzed it around himself dramatically.

[k9iriz]

𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯!/𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

(this was requested just like my first ney fic, but it’s gonna be two totally different ones, just with the same title.)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙜 (😩)

tonight was the night i finally got to go out, after all, i deserved it.

i had on a lace bra, before spraying some perfume on my top part before i fixed my lace panties as i admired my whole appearance, smiling widely at how fine i looked.

sheesh.

“oh damnit…” i mouthed, walking downstairs as i forgot my leggings in the laundry room as i was in a rush.

soon before i hit the bottom, i seen the living room cleaned as kylian had put our daughter down for bed already, making me smile.

he’s been doing so good helping me out due to him having games and practices and being gone half the days or even more.

you just took in how much of a help he’s been, even agreeing to let you go out.

“girl, i don’t know if i can make it out tonight…ive been busy.” i sighed into the phone as our daughter cried louder, rushing to warm her milk in the bottle warmer.

“i hear her crying…all of the girls agreed to go out-” hiba got cut off before i heard the door open, revealing kylian as he immediately took the bottle from you before he grabbed your crying daughter, giving it straight to her.

you sighed in relief as your hair was hardly done, nails weren’t done, you looked stressed and tired, kylian even sees it.

“yeah but, im gonna be stuck with my baby today. im sorry.” i frowned running my hands through my hair, i really would’ve taken that opportunity to go out if i had the chance.

“then my nails and hair isn’t done, nothing is done.” i explained as hiba laughed, making me laugh along with her as she expressed her sadness of me not going out with none of the psg girls like i used to before i got pregnant.

“okay, ill talk to you later.” i smiled as i heard toys clanking, seeing kylian cleaning the messy living room as i sighed, sitting on the couch.

“hi, mon amour.” kylian kissed my forehead as i smiled, kissing him back.

“hey.” i sighed, finally feeling relaxed.

“you know, you can go out tonight. i don’t have practice until next week.” kylian sat next to me, pulling me straight on his lap.

“you sure?” you asked, admiring your fine ass man.

“yeah. and plus, you deserve it amor.” kylian smiled at you as you grabbed his face, kissing him repeatedly, jumping up in excitement as you planned the night, soonly thinking…how am i gonna get pampered in less than 6 hours?

“i just sent you some money, amor.” you heard as he read your mind just like that, i love him.

“baby!” i yelled as kylian walked from the garage, before he paused, just admiring you and your figure.

“oh! you scared me.” i jumped as i walked over to him, just him staring at me.

“is she down for bed?” i asked as i grabbed my leggings out the laundry basket before sliding them on, fixing my silver anklet in the process.

“yes she is…come here for a second.” kylian said, using his pointer finger as i walked over to him with a worried face, thinking my hair was messed up.

“what is it?—is it my hair?” i asked as kylian smiled down at me before his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, taking in my scent.

“you look so fucking good, mon amour.” kylian groaned into your neck, as he caressed my ass, making me giggle, feeling his breath hitched across my neck.

“mnm—kylian i have to finish getting dressed!” i squealed as i pulled away, before he pulled on my leggings, trailing me back to the couch, standing between his legs.

“not in these panties.” kylian shook his head as he didn’t get a clear look at your underwear at first, seeing your thong print outside of them.

“kyliannn! i wanna wear these…” i whined as he shook his head, pulling at the hem of them.

“i can see the print outside of these. take them off and change in front of me.” kylian demanded, grabbing some other panties from the laundry basket, handing them to me.

“no!—you can barley see the panty line!” i protested as he texted away on his phone, still not giving up his request.

you were beyond annoyed as he didn’t approve of your outfit, rolling my eyes at my husband before i stormed away, he shot me a glare, slapping my ass in the process.

lord i jumped-

“now, y/n.” kylian looked up at me as his typing stopped, making me huff, rolling my eyes as he watched my every move.

“ugh…i hate you.” i mumbled as i groaned, slowly taking off my panties before i mumbled insults of unfairness under my breath.

this wasn’t fair at all…like?

“and since you have a attitude, let me fix it for you.” kylian pulled you onto his lap, before your phone buzzed, 5 missed messages from hiba, lord knows what you’ve gotten yourself into.

- hiba: where are you??

- hiba: hey, im on the way, all of the girls.

- hiba: and plus we get in free tonight, so be ready or ill come in

- hiba: hello?

10 minutes later…

kylian gripped my ankles as his strokes got slower and slower, hitting my spot as i could do nothing but stare up at him, being lost in all the bliss of pleasure that was coming towards me.

my thighs touched the bed , my legs up near his waist with his hands wrapped around my ankles, keeping me in place as my head hung off the couch.

he didn’t even take me upstairs…

our daughter could really walk out her room and see her parents on the couch…

kylian had a habit of fucking me on everything around the house and it turned him on more than in the bedroom, which irritated me because our child is old enough to come out and see what we could be doing.

“i-it’s in my stomach ky—oh my god…” i faintly whined as tears ran down my face, he was roughly abusing my g-spot, causing me to cum over and over again on his dick.

he really pulled my panties aside and handled his business-

kylian let go of my ankles before he placed his arms besides my head, staring right down at me before gripping my face to look up at him.

“if i say you can’t wear those panties…i ment it.” kylian spoke to you, his accent getting deeper.

“y-yes…” i faintly spoke above a moan as his hand wrapped around my neck as his strokes got a little faster by the time.

“this is all mines. everything on your body is mines. nobody else gets to see it but fucking me, understand?” kylian said, as he slowly talked to me through my orgasm.

“yes baby yes…” i gripped his wrist as my moans got louder and louder, missing that my phone was ringing…

kylian looked over as he mentally smirked, grabbing it before handing to me. “awnser it, amour.” kylian suggested, slowing down his strokes a bit.

before i could catch my breath, i swiped awnser as i kept my forehead in the few of the camera, as he rubbed my clit, causing me to jolt, gripping his wrist again.

“where are you? we’re outside waiting for you!” hiba awnsered in the phone as kylian’s rolled onto mines, causing my eyes to roll back, but soonly stopping myself from moaning out-loud.

ooo i hate him.

“i-i was just finishing getting d-dressed-oh fuck…” i stopped myself as a loud moan came out, slightly making me pull on kylian’s shirt for him to slow down.

“you wanna cum?” kylian mouthed to me, tilting his head as his fingers sped up on my clit. his facial expressions had me wetter by the minute, he was close himself.

“y/n?? you there?” my finger pressed on mute as my phone fell on the floor. i was so focused on the pleasure i didn’t care who was on the phone at that moment.

“baby…” kylian moaned as his head was thrown back, i clenched around him again as i stared up at him, biting my lip.

“cum in me.” i dumbly requested as a load moan erupted from our lips as we both made our messes as hiba was on the other line, brainlessly calling my name.

pregnant…

kylian picked me up as we kissed sloppily, putting me down as i felt myself on wobbly legs.

“my legs hurt.” i whined as i limped to put my panties on.

“you should’ve listened.” kylian smirked before he slapped my ass harshly before walking upstairs to shower, reminding myself hiba was on the phone.

grabbing it as she was still on there, lord.

“are you ready yet? nasties!” hiba laughed as she heard all of that, lord im embarassed.