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blossom-works · 2 years ago

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Home for My Heart: The Secret Life of Kylian Mbappe

Inspired by ArrDee’s “Home for My Heart”, featuring Cat Burns

Writer’s note: Since I’m a little self-indulgent, I’ve made the reader Asian 😁

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“What is this? It looks like a woman has come down to the field and is comforting Mbappe after his confrontation with ___.”

“If I didn’t know any better, it looks like she’s trying to calm him down.”

Like everyone else in today’s stadium, the two sport anchors are confused at the interaction. No one knows who this woman is and her relation to the star athlete. The woman, dressed in a warm, coat has her hands on Kylian’s face, making him look at her. Their conversation is inaudible. When this mystery woman did this though, she mistakenly shows off her engagement ring to the whole world.

The camera that is on them zooms in on her finger. The crowd erupts (more than it already was).

“Holy! Is this woman Kylian Mbappe’s fiancé?”

“I don’t know Aaron, but it seems the entire stadium seems to think so.”

By now, hundreds of people have pulled out their phones to record and document this news. Some are recording what is being shown on the big screen and others who are close enough, are recording the actual (potential) couple. Sure enough, what solidifies everyone’s suspicion is a kiss being placed on Mbappe’s lips. The roaring of the crowd sends vibrations through everyone’s bodies.

Kylian Mbappe heads back onto the field, mind cleared from seeing red, and takes his position as a forward. The woman, now known as “Kylian Mbappe’s Mystery Woman”, stands on the side lines with the Real Madrid coaches and manager. She internally thanks her subconscious for bringing her things with her when she went to the field. Even if her seat is in the VIP section of the stadium, she can bet that someone would want to snoop through her personal items.

You do not know what ___ said to piss Kylian off so much, but that is the least of your worries. Due to his outburst, a press conference is going to be called for and reporters are going to want to know what your relationship is, and for how long you have been together.

Never did you think that you would be dating the famous footballer, Kylian Mbappe, but it happened. He was on a family vacation in America and happened to stop by the gym you frequented with your sister and her husband. He came up to you to say how impressive your lifting was. You thanked him while trying to keep a straight face. You thanked the Lord that your face was already flushed from your workout, because you knew you were blushing. Being a football fan, you knew who Kylian Mbappe was.

Kylian had asked you if you knew a place to go that was family friendly and recommended the aquarium in the city. Every time you take your nieces and nephews there, you guys end up staying at the aquarium for about five hours. One thing led to another, and you somehow agreed to have a brunch date the following day.

When things got serious, you two had a night-long talk.

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“Are you sure you want to continue our relationship?”

Four months have passed since you two agreed to start officially dating. Most of your dating life consisted of phone calls, FaceTime, and text messages. A total of six months since you two first met. When you agreed to date the athlete, you knew what you were getting yourself into. You knew your relationship would have more downs than ups. It was a risk you were willing to take.

Recently, Kylian has been busier than usual. For about two days, you two did not talk to one another. Not even a text message was exchanged on his end. You do not blame him. Sure, it broke your heart a bit, but you know it broke his even more. Hence, the current conversation.

Looking at his face on the screen, you can see how guilty he feels.

Turning the question around, you ask “Do you want to continue our relationship?”

Kylian says nothing. Yes, he wants to continue dating you because he really likes you. He likes how patient and understanding you are with his lifestyle. Never once have you complained about how he is not able to spend a lot of time with you. Nor are you unreasonably asking him to go out of his way to make that time for you. He likes that you have so much love to give and yet, so sassy at the same time. You never miss a beat to tease him. Every time Kylian has something witty to say, you out-wit him. Your big heart is what made you choose to be a child life specialist. It is one thing you both have in common: a shared love for children. A thought he will not admit aloud, but it is an aspect that makes Kylian think your relationship can be permanent.

Kylian’s prolonged silence signals that you should take the lead.

“Look Ky, I get that you have a demanding job. You have to be in one country one day, and in the following days, in another. You have promotional work and all that too...So what?”

Your question catches the Frenchman off guard.

“How many relationships have you or one of your girlfriends broken it off cause shit got a little tough? Sure, I wish you could have more free time, but that’s not the reality of things. The reality of things is that you are a busy man whether you want to be or not. I knew that going into this relationship.”

You continue ranting and then you finished off with this, “If everyone broke up because things got too tough, we would all be single.”

When Kylian reiterated that to his family, they already took a liking to you.

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Since then, you and Kylian have worked your asses off to keep your relationship going. It worked and you ended up moving to Spain and are now engaged.

Thanks to his assets, you two have been able to date in secret. Kylian would rent out restaurants and other buildings. He would even go as far as to make the present employees sign an NDA along with whomever owned the building. Just like you, Kylian was persistent in keeping your relationship a secret, and to keep you in his life. But now that your relationship has been revealed to the world, you just know that this will test your commitment to one another. You only hope that you two can navigate through the scary woods.

After a two-hour game, Real Madrid won the match 7-4. Kylian and his team are jumping on top of each other in celebration as the Madrid fans are going just as crazy. Your heart swells with pride. Especially since Kylian scored the last three goals. Every one of them was dedicated to you as he would run up to you for a kiss. He left you blushing each time.

That night, Kylian posted his first picture of you two on his Instagram. The caption: “Donatello and his April ❤️”.

One Week Later:

“Mon amour, regarde combien d'articles sont écrits sur nous.” Kylian shows you, his phone. Since the game, Kylian’s phone has been blowing up news about you two. Many journalists have been contacting him and Real Madrid to get some kind of a statement. My love, look how many articles are written about us.

Sure enough, Kylian has notifications popping up left and right. He has also been tagged in many posts and videos about the game. Hundreds of people are wondering who you are. Checking your Twitter, the top hashtag is “Mbappe’s secret woman”.

Jokingly you say, “I guess we’ll have to up security for the wedding.”

Your joke did not resonate with Kylian. His brows are furrowed, showing his usual forehead wrinkles. Turning around so you two are chest-to-chest, you say, “Hé, tout ira bien.” You try to smoothen out the wrinkles, but the worry does not leave his face. Letting out a loud sigh, Kylian hugs your body, making you lay right on his chest. Hey, everything will be fine.

“No, it’s not. People are going to try to find out who you are and then target you. I don’t want the media following you around while pushing a camera to your face. I also don’t want you to lose your job because of me.”

“No one is losing anything, Kylian. Not you. Not me. We’ll find a way to get through this, okay? You and me.” Kissing his cheek you continue, “We’ve been able to keep our relationship a secret for three, almost four years now. We were able to keep things stable, and we can still keep things stable. It’ll just be a little hard for a while.”

Your words did not comfort the man, but it did pull him out of his pessimistic head. Thanking you, Kylian kisses the top of your head. Of course, sweet moments only last so long. Your stomach lets out a loud roar. Kylian lets out a deep chuckle.

“Allons vous chercher quelque chose à manger.” Let’s get you something to eat.

Jumping up, you jog straight to the freezer and pull out a bag of pork dumplings with a beaming smile. Since you moved in with Kylian, you changed your diet to match his. Though, by not much since you were already eating a gut healthy diet. Since you got engaged, you gave up pork completely, but the Asian in you is begging for some pork dumplings. The chicken and vegetables ones are just not cutting it out for you. The wedding is soon, so you think that eating a few (or the whole bag) of pork dumplings should not affect how you look.

Kylian rolls his eyes with a smile on his face, snatching the plastic from you and pre-heats the air fryer. Just as the machine beeps, Kylian’s eyes blow wide like he figured out how to make a working time machine.

“Cherie? I think I have a plan to calm the press down.”

Two Weeks Later:

Lights. Camera. Action.

On the sides of the streets are loads of reporters and photographers from all over Europe and even the USA. A red carpet has been set up with a backdrop of today’s sponsors. Footballers arrive in their nice cars wearing even nicer clothing. FIFA’s annual awards show has come to Paris, and people are going crazy. The best footballers, new and old, are going to be in one building where the best of the best get trophies.

Another big van pulls up to the curb and a group of security guards open the sliding door. Out comes Real Madrid’s one and only Kylian Mbappe. Clad in a classic dark brown, silk suit. One of his many Hublot watches is around his left wrist. But Mbappe himself is not what has the large crowd going crazy. It is the fact that the footballer turns around and escorts a lady out of the car.

In a matching, formal dress you make your debut in Mbappe’s world. Officially.

Taking the late Princess Diana’s tactic, you hold your clutch up to your chest to prevent any cleavage from being exposed. Dainty earrings and a necklace add some sparkle to your silk look, and your hair is neatly slicked back into a French twist. Makeup done to perfection to highlight your features.

With a deep breath you wrap yourself around Kylian’s arm as he leads you to the red carpet. The bright flashes of the cameras blind you for a bit before your eyes semi-adjust to them. Kylian tucks you to his left, his hand never leaving your waist. Shaking your head to get your hair out of your face, you put on the best smile you can. The way you are holding onto your clutch, photographers are capturing the metals and diamonds on your finger.

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“Ky! Stop it! I’m doing the dishes here!”

“C’mon bébé. Let’s dance.”

“After I do the dishes.”

“The dishes can wait!” Kylian takes your hands out of the sink and pulls off the silicone gloves. His hips sway with the Spanish music as he leads you away from the kitchen island. You do your best to give him an annoyed look, but who are you kidding? Kylian’s goofy smile and stupid dance makes everything forgiven. Moving to the beat with him, you join the horrible dance.

Twists. Spins. Dips. Weird arm waves. Pointing. And horrible singing.

Kylian’s playlist went from R & B, hip hop, classical, rap, pop, and now cheesy love songs. The one people slow dance to.

You two sway in a small circle within the privacy of your shared home. Dishes still in the sink, long forgotten. A table that still needs cleaning and floors that need sweeping. But all of that sinks into the back of your mind. Lost in your own little world with the man you love.

“We should do this more often, Ky.”

“What? Dancing?”

“Yeah. It’s nice.” You say as you look up to him. You were not blessed with the “height” gene, so you have to look all the way up to Kylian. He has to tilt his head all the way down to make eye contact. If Kylian had to name the five things he loves about you, your height would be one. He just loves that you have to hop onto the kitchen counters to get something from the top, cabinet shelves. The menace in him sometimes hides the stool you bought just to see you “Spiderman”. It is even funnier and cuter when you pull the seat all the way up to the wheel in order to drive.

Kylian kisses you square on your forehead. “Alright, cherie. We’ll dance more often.”

As the song ends and another plays, Kylian asks if you can grab his phone on the edge of the counter behind you. Taking four steps you pause the music and click the “off” button.

“Here you go-”

Holy mother of baby Jesus.

Down on one knee with a ring box in hand, and a diamond that shines from the lights above.

“I used to not love anything more than football. Of course, there was my family, but my love for both was almost equal. But with you, I know that I love you more than football. Kylian Mbappe is known for many things, but I want one of them to be your husband. Épouse-moi.” Marry me.

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When you decide that you have had enough of people taking your pictures, you signal to Kylian that you will wait for him at the entrance door. Kylian nods and sends you off with a good smooch to your lips (you wonder if people’s fingers ached from clicking the camera buttons of their devices). He makes sure that a couple of security guards follow you to the building.

Clearing his throat, the Frenchman fixes his suit jacket. The cameras flash thrice as fast, and the screams get twice as loud. After a couple more photos, Kylian says goodbye to the crowd and makes his way to do one or two interviews.

“Mbappe! You look great!” An interviewer compliments.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

“So, I’m guessing that the beautiful lady with you is your mysterious fiancé?”

Smiling, Kylian confirms.

“How long have you two been together? And why have you kept your relationship a secret for so long?”

“Well, you see, I don’t like to talk about my private life, you know? I spend a lot of time on camera and on the field, so I want to spend the rest of my time in peace. No cameras. No microphones. When I’m not out, I want to be with my family and the people I care about as me.”

“That’s very understandable and honorable of you Mbappe. Can you give me any information about your fiancé? Like her name and what she does?”

Kylian shakes his head. “No. No. No.”

“Oh, can you tell me anything about her then? I’m sure the world would like to know who stole Kylian Mbappe’s heart.”

Looking directly at the camera, Kylian says “She’s the love of my life. No woman can replace her. No woman. She means everything to me. If I had to choose football or her, I would always choose her. My family loves her, and I love her family. There’s no Kylian Mbappe without her. There’s no home without her. She makes everything I do worthwhile. She’s my best support and I will do everything in my power to protect her.”

The interviews awes into the microphone and before she can ask more questions, Kylian walks away. With a big smile he takes big strides up the stairs to meet your guarded figure. Re-tucking you into his side, you two disappear behind the glass doors.

By tomorrow morning, the world went into a frenzy as pictures of you and Kylian waved the internet. Oh, and pictures of Kylian wearing a wedding ring too. That one got its own headline.

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I’m really thinking about making an Mbappe series. Similar to my Hades series. Should I give into my delusions or should I keep it satisfied with this fic?

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