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Kylian Grais @ 16Models by Markus Pritzi, st. Adrian Bernal, mua Giulio Panciera, h. Bastien Zorzetto, for Unprint Mag. #3, Jan. 2025
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#Kylian Mbappe#Real Madrid#French football player#gray stone background#La Liga#soccer stars#Spain#football#wallpapers
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competition



warnings: cuteness (my heart literally melt)
genre:fluff; kylianxfem!reader
summary: Kylian can't stand kitten videos anymore, so what's better than actually gifting you one?
author's note: I’m really going to miss seeing our little croissant play for the next three weeks! It’s just so sad and i want to cry. Every time I watch him on the pitch, I find myself literally ADMIRING him , and honestly, it’s starting to worry me about my mental health...
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩
You’ve been dreaming about adopting a kitten for what feels like forever—weeks of obsessively sending Kylian video after video of fluffy kittens, each with the same unspoken message: “I need one.”
He’s honestly not sure how this kitten craze of yours even started. Maybe it was that time you found a kitty on the street and immediately dropped to your knees, practically begging him to take it home with you. He still remembers the way your face fell when you found out the kitten already had an owner. Ever since then, you’ve been on a mission.
It’s gotten kind of relentless. At first, Kylian thought it was cute, how every few hours you’d send him another kitten clip with heart eyes and a not-so-subtle, “Look at this one! Isn’t it adorable?” But now, it’s reached a point where every time his phone dings, he knows it’s another video of a kitten doing something cute, followed by your predictable "I want one so bad."
The man can only take so much.
And for Kylian, saying no to you is basically impossible. He could ignore the hints for a while, but the way you light up whenever the topic of kittens comes up? Yeah, there’s no way he’s letting this one slide much longer.
“Amour,” Kylian’s deep, playful voice echoes through your temporary apartment as he closes the door behind him. You barely glance up from your phone, lost in yet another kitten video that you’ll definitely be sending him in a few minutes.
But his tone catches your attention. There’s something different in it—something secretive.
“Amour,” he repeats, this time a bit more mischievous. “I have a surprise for you.”
That’s all it takes. Your heart skips a beat, and you scramble to your feet, tossing your phone onto the couch without a second thought. You rush down the hallway toward him, excitement bubbling up inside you.
“Kylian, what is it? What’s going on?” you ask breathlessly, practically bouncing on your toes. You’re not great with surprises, mainly because your curiosity knows no bounds, and Kylian knows that all too well.
He grins, clearly enjoying your impatience. “Patience, chérie,” he teases, holding his hands behind his back. “Close your eyes first.”
You let out an exaggerated groan but obey, squeezing your eyes shut. “You know I hate this, right?”
He chuckles, and you can hear him moving closer. “I know. But you’ll love this.”
There’s a moment of silence, and you feel like you’re going to explode from anticipation. Then, just as you’re about to cheat and peek, you hear it—a tiny, delicate meow.
Your eyes snap open before Kylian can even tell you to, and your breath catches in your throat. In his arms, nestled against his chest, is the most adorable, tiny kitten you’ve ever seen. Its fur is a mix of cream and gray, and its big, round blue eyes blink up at you with curiosity.
“Oh my God,” you gasp, your hands flying to your mouth as you stare in disbelief.
Kylian laughs softly, clearly proud of himself as he watches your reaction. “I couldn’t handle the constant kitten videos anymore,” he teases, shifting the tiny bundle of fur in his arms so you can get a better look. “So I figured I’d just… bring you one.”
You’re speechless, your hands trembling as you reach out to take the kitten from him. It’s so small, so delicate, and it lets out the tiniest purr as soon as it’s nestled in your arms, pressing its little head against your chest.
“I love you,” you murmur, though you’re not entirely sure whether you’re saying it to Kylian or the kitten. Maybe both.
“I know,” he replies, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “But do you love me more than the kitten?”
You giggle, shaking your head as you hold the kitten closer. “Well, the kitten is pretty cute. You’ve got some competition now.”
He feigns offense, raising an eyebrow as if wounded, but the act doesn’t last long. Watching you tenderly cradle the tiny kitten in your lap, gently stroking its soft fur, his heart can’t help but melt.“So… have you thought of a name yet? Or are you just going to call it ‘kitten’ forever?”
You look down at the tiny fluff ball in your lap. A name? You hadn’t even gotten that far in your daydreams.
“Hm, I don’t know… I kind of like ‘kitten,’” you joke, earning a groan from Kylian. “No, seriously! Look at this face. It’s like pure kitten energy.”
“Amour, we are not calling it ‘kitten,’” Kylian says, though he can’t help but smile.
You tap your chin playfully, as if deep in thought, then look up at Kylian with a soft smile. “I think I need to really take my time with this,” you say, your tone serious but with a hint of teasing. “It’s a big decision, and I don’t want to rush it.”
Kylian raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re telling me we need to schedule a whole naming ceremony for this kitten?”
“Obviously,” you reply with a grin, gently stroking the kitten’s fur. “It’s an important choice. I’ll need some time… and maybe a little inspiration.”
Kylian leans in, his voice playful. “Oh? And how do you plan on finding this inspiration, chérie?”
You tilt your head and flash him a warm smile. “By cuddling with my two favorite babies,” you say softly, looking between him and the kitten. “That should give me all the inspiration I need.”
Kylian’s expression softens instantly, his eyes sparkling as he leans in closer, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “Your two babies, huh?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice low and affectionate.
“Mm-hmm,” you hum, leaning into him as you settle against his chest. “My big baby and my little baby. Both equally important.”As you lean into Kylian’s embrace, you watch the tiny kitten stir slightly before making its way to his stomach. With a delicate hop, it settles right on top of him, curling into a tiny ball, its soft purring almost harmonizing with the rise and fall of Kylian’s breathing.
You can’t help but smile, feeling your heart practically melt at the sight. There’s something about seeing Kylian, this towering, athletic man, with such a delicate creature nestled on his chest that makes the moment even sweeter.
“Oh my God,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. “Look at her.”
Kylian glances down at the little fluff ball, a small chuckle escaping him. “She’s already making herself at home,” he says softly, his fingers lightly grazing the kitten’s fur. “Can’t say I blame her, though. I’m pretty comfortable, right?”
˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊˖ ᡣ𐭩
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I love you, it's ruining my life
Kylian X black!fem!reader
Author's Note: This is the first part of a childhood friends to lovers series I've planned. I'm new to this, so bear with me and let me know what you think!
I. December 2012
Every evening after school, Y/N and Kylian would race to the park. Their bags slung over their shoulders, their laughs ringing across the paved path that led to the park that had been their stomping grounds since she could walk. Bondy was in the periphery, both literally and metaphorically, but childhood in the city as she remembered it was vibrant, fun, and inextricable from Kylian Mbappé.
At 12 years old, her lack of female friendships meant that she was a shadow to the neighborhood boys. Kylian was one of them; his mother Fayza, and her own mother had worked in the local primary school at the same time briefly, thus forging a strong and constant friendship. It had occurred to her as an adult that it must’ve been a deliberate step from Fayza to invite her to Kylian’s 12th birthday party, given her mothers concern at the time that she didn’t have many friends. It was true that she was largely friendless; she was shy, slow to open up, and had her nose in a book most of the time. But that birthday party changed everything. All of a sudden, the loud, energetic boy that lived and breathed football was her best friend. And that was that.
The sky was a dull gray on that cold December day. Y/N and Kylian made their way to one of multiple tall and imposing apartment buildings that littered Bondy, and that she and Kylian’s families shared. Their earlier kick about in the park with some of the kids from school had been cut short thanks to the biting cold.
Y/N looked down at the cobblestones, softly humming a melody that had been stuck in her head all day. Beside her, she could hear Kylian bouncing his football, the rhythmic thud echoing softly. They were walking in tandem silently, as was routine for them. Y/N liked that about their friendship, that she didn’t need to have to make conversation just for the sake of making conversation.
“Ugh, not that One Direction song again” Kylian groaned.
Y/N looked up, her breath forming little clouds in the chilly air. “Shut up, you know they’re awesome. How’d you even know it was their song I was humming?”
The tip of Kylian’s nose was adorably pink. “Maybe because you’ve been singing it all day? You know you’re never even gonna meet Zayn, let alone marry him”
Y/N let out an indignant sigh. “Yes, I will! When he comes to Paris for their next concert, you’ll see. He’ll fall in love immediately and we’ll get married and move to England and have babies”
Kylian looked at her like she was crazy.
She continued, sighing dreamily. “ And then Harry, Liam, Louis and Niall will be my best friends”
It had been drizzling slightly as they walked but the intensity of the rain increased suddenly. Kylian pulled his jacket off and draped it over her head.
“You’ll catch a cold if you don’t stay dry” he said softly, and her heart almost burst. Then, more loudly, he said, “Ok, let’s say you marry Zayn. You’re going to have to fly between England and Spain a lot to watch me play. Why go through that? I say you divorce him and come live in Madrid with me”
Y/N burst out laughing. “How are you so sure you’ll play for Real Madrid?”
“I know I will” he said matter of factly. “And I know you’ll be a really good doctor, doing really cool things”
It was true, she’d wanted to work in healthcare for as long as she remembered. Her favorite subjects in school were math and biology, sometimes chemistry. Besides, she liked the idea of a noble calling. Y/N was never loud and bold about her dreams, not like he was. She was pleased that he remembered that detail about her she rarely mentioned.
“So, in Madrid we’ll have a really big house with a really big pool” He continued, grinning. “We’ll let Ethan stay over, but only occasionally.”
Y/N stayed silent, not letting her mind fantasize about such a future.
Inside the apartment building they shared, they raced up the stairs and paused on the landing of the second floor. This was where Y/N’s apartment was located, and where they usually said their goodbyes before Kylian bounded up the stairs to the 4th floor.
“Well, I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Y/N tugged at the fraying straps of her backpack before abruptly wrapping Kylian up in a hug. There would be 10 days of Christmas break, and although they lived two floors away from each other, there was no guarantee that they would see each other during that time. She would miss him, she knew. In those almost 2 years since his birthday party, Y/N and Kylian had grown inseparable. The neighborhood aunties had nicknamed them “the twins”, since one was rarely seen without the other.
Kylian instinctively hugged her back, before pulling away. A broad and uncontrollable smile spread on his face as his eyes flickered to the ground and then back up to her. “Um.. actually, I’m traveling tomorrow” He said it in a hushed tone, even though the floor was completely empty and there was no chance that someone was eavesdropping on their conversation.
“Traveling where?” Y/N frowned. Kylian hadn’t mentioned any travel plans for the break before.
“To Madrid” He said with a grin.
Her eyes lit up. “Oh! Are you visiting your cousin there?”
“No, No. I’m going to go see Real Madrid. I was invited by the club, well by Zidane, actually. Papa and I are flying out tomorrow. It was a birthday surprise, they told me this morning” The words rushed out hurriedly, and Y/N could tell he was excited.
This wasn’t the first time Kylian was being courted by football clubs. He was one of Europe’s most promising talents, after all. Especially in the last two years, he’d miss a couple days out of school to go see clubs in England, Spain and other cities in France with his parents. She didn’t know what went on during the visits, but he would always come back with exciting stories and a glint in his eye that would last for days and weeks. She knew this one would be different though. This was Real Madrid, the club in whose jersey he slept at night. This was his dream come true.
Y/N squealed and wrapped Kylian in a tighter hug, before pulling away and lightly shoving his shoulder. “Oh my god. Congratulations, Kylian! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”
He grinned even more, shifting his weight from one leg to another.
“I had to make sure it was real first”
Y/N gave him an exaggerated frown.
“I’ll get you a souvenir from there. Something cool, I promise” He quickly said.
She perked up at that before enveloping him in a third and final hug. “Have fun, okay. I know they’ll love you there” She murmured into his shoulder. They said their goodbyes and parted ways.
As she watched her best friend walk up the flight of stairs, it struck her: this was it. Someday, he would go away and never come back. Bondy and everyone in it would just be a part of his origin story.
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Title: Paris nights
Warnings: fluff, angst, relationship, kissing (no smut)
Summary: just a small one shot
Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x fem reader

The Parisian sky was overcast, gray clouds blending seamlessly with the steel and glass of the cityscape. You stood by the window of your small apartment, watching as the first raindrops began to fall, creating a symphony against the glass. Your thoughts were miles away, entangled with memories of him. Kylian Mbappé had burst into your life like a summer storm. His laughter was infectious, his smile dazzling. He had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the room, the only one who mattered. But being with Kylian also meant sharing him with the world, a world that demanded so much of him. Tonight was different. He had promised to come by, to take a break from the relentless pace of his life. But as the hours ticked by, your hope started to wane. The clock struck nine, then ten, and still, there was no sign of him. You tried to focus on the book in your hands, but the words blurred together, your mind drifting back to the last time you saw him. He had looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes betraying his fatigue. "I promise, I'll be there," he had said, his voice soft but sincere. "I just need to wrap up a few things." You believed him. You always did. But it was hard not to feel a pang of hurt as the minutes slipped by. A knock at the door jolted you from your reverie. Your heart leapt, hope rekindled. You rushed to open it, and there he stood, drenched from the rain but smiling that smile that made your heart melt. Kylian," you whispered, stepping aside to let him in.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," he said, pulling you into his arms. The warmth of his embrace was a stark contrast to the chill of his rain-soaked clothes. "Training ran late, and then there were some last-minute meetings." You pulled back slightly to look at him, your fingers tracing the lines of his face. "I know, Kylian. I just worry about you. You give so much of yourself to everyone."He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "I know, and I wish I could do better. But being here with you... it's the only thing that keeps me sane."You sighed, wrapping your arms tighter around him. "I just miss you, that's all."He kissed your forehead, a gesture so tender it brought tears to your eyes. "I'm here now. Let's make the most of it."You both settled on the couch, the rain creating a soothing backdrop as you talked about everything and nothing. Kylian's hand never left yours, his thumb gently stroking your skin. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you in your cozy bubble."Do you remember the first time we met?" he asked suddenly, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. You laughed, the sound light and airy. "How could I forget? You were so nervous."He chuckled, nodding. "I was terrified. I didn't want to mess up in front of the most beautiful girl I had ever seen."
You blushed, playfully swatting his arm. "You're such a charmer." "It's the truth," he said, his expression turning serious. "Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. You make everything worth it." Your heart swelled with emotion, and you leaned in to kiss him, slow and sweet. The kiss spoke of promises and dreams, of shared moments and whispered secrets. It was a kiss that said everything words could not.
As you pulled away, you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. "I love you, Kylian."
"I love you too," he replied, his voice a soft caress. "Always."
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Home For My Heart: It’s a Family Thing
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Since you and Kylian are from two different countries and cultures, you love to mess with each other. When you really want to mess with him, you will purposefully call football, “soccer”. Without fail it annoys Kylian and you take great pleasure in it. One time you put on an American Football game and called out to your then boyfriend, “Hey, babe! Let’s watch some football!” Kylian glared at you when he came downstairs. He snatched the remote from you and put on a true football game.
It is no surprise that the Mbappe family loves football. Heck, all their sons play the sport. It will not be long until the Mbappe family line is full of professional athletes. You have no idea what the family talks about more than football. Whenever his family gets together, Kylian and his brothers will have a 1 v 1 v 1 game. Their father, Wilfriend, will act as the referee. Sometimes they will drag you and Melissa into their game.
When your nephew found out that you were dating a professional footballer, they did not know how to react. Especially when they met Kylian in person for the first time. Your boys were shy and even shyer when Kylian asked them if they wanted him to teach them how to play “soccer”. After they warmed up to him, Kylian ended up teaching them a couple of tricks. Your oldest nephew ended up joining his school’s soccer club too.
You remember going to one of Kylian’s matches as his girlfriend for the first time. It was a game in England against Manchester. Kylian told you to clear your schedule for one week and he flew you to the British country. It was also the first time you met his family.
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Landing at Heathrow Airport, you try to navigate your way through the big building. When you eventually reach the bagging area, you feel like you are playing “Marco Polo”. You think you found your bag, but it is someone else’s. Spotting another light gray suitcase, you check the tag and yes! It is your bag! Hauling it out of the luggage carousel, you head to the main exit and find a man holding a sign with your name on it.
“Mr. Lewis?”
The uniformed man smiles. “May I see an ID ma’am?”
“Sure.” You pull out your wallet from your carry-on backpack and take out your driver’s license. Still smiling at you, the man hands you back the card.
“Allow me, miss.” He takes your suitcase and starts leading you to his car. “Mr. Mbappe has instructed me to take you directly to the hotel. He has also instructed me to tell you that you’ll be having dinner with him and his family. Six I believe.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Man... this feels weird. Never have you had someone take your luggage for you and tell you what your agenda looks like. Not only that, but to have a total stranger chauffeur you around (you are not a fan of Ubers or Lyfts).
Mr. Lewis opens the door for a Mercedes for you and once closed, puts your luggage into the truck. The vehicle has leather seats and looks brand-new. It even has a parting window in it. You feel like Mia Thermopolis from “The Princess Diaries” when you think about playing with the buttons.
The ride to the hotel is smooth. Mr. Lewis even starts a conversation with you without getting personal. He tells you that he is from the countryside, but he moved to the city for work. He even met his wife here and they now have three children. When you arrive at the hotel, bellhops open the door and takes your luggage out. Mr. Lewis tells them your name and to your surprise, the bellhops know who you are. Like they have been expecting you.
‘God what money can do.’
One of the bellhops escorts you to the front desk and before you can thank Mr. Lewis, his car is gone. The receptionist checks you in and hands you a keycard. She informs you that your luggage should already be in your room, and that another employee will bring a refreshment to you soon. When you get to your room, you are amazed at how big it is. Most of your hotel stays consist of Holiday Inns or The Marriott. Kylian did not let the opportunity to impress you slip by. There is even a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers on the dresser with a note that says, “Welcome to London, bébé”.
You remember Mr. Lewis telling you about the dinner plans and scrambling to get your phone out. You have about five hours until you have to leave your room. Enough time for a three-hour nap. Taking your shoes off, you plop your bodyweight on the comfortable bed. Just when you are about to lose consciousness, someone knocks on your door. Opening it, an employee with a cloche and tray greets you and places the snack on the table. He asks you if there is anything you need and you tell him no. Thanking him, you shut the door and open the cloche. A cup of hummus with fresh pita bread and vegetables is beautifully arranged. As good as the snack looks, sleep is what you really need. You set a timer for three hours and knock the fuck out.
Thank goodness you decided to put your ringer on full blast or else you would not have heard it. Though, it does make your heart race from the sudden, loud noise. You have to coach yourself to not fall back asleep. Feeling an uncomfortable wetness, you lift your cheek and smell saliva on the pillow. Way to go you...ruining a perfectly good pillow in less than half a day. Shaking your head and wiping your cheek on your shirt, you roll out of bed and open your suitcase. Luckily Kylian told you to pack at least three pairs of nice clothes and maybe a dress or two. Pulling out whatever you think is nice, you set it on the bed and get started with your makeup. You opt to keep your hair simple by just straightening it. You put on some dainty earrings with a matching necklace. Your dress is a modest, black body con dress. From the top compartment of your suitcase, you pull out a pair of Jordans Kylian got you for your birthday.
As you are checking yourself out in the mirror you realize that you have no idea where you are supposed to go. Fuck! You forgot that you are meeting his family all together! Jumping back, you make sure that your attire is appropriate enough to meet your boyfriend’s family. Is your makeup too much? You like to keep it natural and minimal as possible, but everyone has their own definition of natural. Maybe wearing shoes Kylian got you is a bit much. His family might think that you are showing off Ky’s money. Oh, God, you hope they at least like you.
Before you can continue playing your own Devil’s Advocate, someone knocks on your room door. On the other side of the door is a nicely dressed woman.
“Hello, miss. I’m here to escort you to the restaurant.”
‘Oh, thank goodness.’
Thanking her, you make sure you have all you need, not forgetting the key card, and follow the lady to the elevator. She leads you up to the fifteenth floor and makes a sharp right. The restaurant she takes you in has a modern and dark look to it. Instead of leading you to a table, she takes you down a secluded hallway. Opening one of the doors to the left, she motions you to enter. You quietly thank her with a racing heart.
Kylian is the first to spot you and he smiles.
“Bébé!” His taller figure appears right in front of you, and he gives you a couple of pecks.
“How are you doing? How was the flight? I’m sorry I couldn’t get you myself. We had to practice once more before the game.”
“C’est bon.” It feels good to finally see Kylian after being months apart. He plants a final kiss on your temple and moves to the side so he can introduce you to his family. You give them an awkward greeting with a small wave, hoping that you do not look stupid. It’s alright.
His mother, Fayza, gets up and greets you with a hug. His father, Wilfried, is next. He gives you a handshake before hugging you. They both say “Hi” to you in English. Kylian’s brothers give you a wave and Melissa offers you a hug. She tells her kids to say “Hello”, which they obey. It is kind of crazy to see them all grown up. You remember seeing them on Kylian’s Instagram years ago when they were only two or three. Holy crap...Does that make you old? Needless to say, meeting Kylian’s family is a surreal moment for you.
Kylian’s family asks you about your family life and job in America. You tell them stories of your childhood and they told you Kylian’s in exchange. He tried to stop his mother from showing you a picture of his baby self in the bathtub, but it did not work. She just slaps his hand away and shows you the image in her phone. Wilfried and you talk about your education. What schools you went to and about your internships. You even expose that you are a history nerd. It takes you a while for you and Ethan to get comfortable around each other, but you find some things to talk about.
Jires and Melissa ask more about your family. You come from a big family. Four older siblings while you are the abby. You and Melissa bond over feminine topics and even your experience with kids. Since your whole dream job deals with children, you ask her about tips you can put to use. All the while you talking to the Mbappe family, Kylian cannot keep his eyes off you. Nor can his smile leave his face. Yeah. You will fit in just fine.
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Excited that your package has arrived, you run to the kitchen to open it. Pulling out the product you awe at the craftmanship. You start to get a little emotional over the sentimental value of the product. Getting a mailer box you got a week ago, you jazz it up. Placing the crafted items right on top of the fillers. You close the box and leave it on the wooden table.
You decide to take a walk around the area where you live. Ever since you moved to Europe, you have fallen in love with its architecture. Unlike the US, European cities are more condensed, so people prefer to walk rather than drive. You love that you do not have to drive at least fifteen minutes to a shop, bakery, restaurant, or park. European cities are like a cleaner and less noisy Washington D.C.
Going to a nearby fresh market, you pick up a few small desserts and fruit. With two bags in hand and a cup of gelato, you head back home. Your apartment building doubles as a hotel. The hotel consists of the bottom three floors and the upper four are apartments. Residents use separate elevators than the hotel guest. Their elevators are right in the front lobby while the resident’s elevators is in a private lobby that is closely monitored.
When you and Kylian got married, you agreed that you two will wait to buy a house when you have two kids. It is not that your penthouse is small (it is far from that), but you have always wanted to have a backyard. One that your children can run in. You prefer real grass, but faux grass is fine too. As you walk inside your home, you put the desserts and fruits in the fridge. Every now and then on Instagram, you see these moms who buy organizers for their fridges, and you just cannot bother. The same can be said for your pantry.
You throw your gelato cup in the trash and put on your favorite show. It has been your favorite for a long time, and it never gets old. Kylian does not understand how you can watch something over and over again in a one-week period, and then do the same thing the next week. You get lost in a couple of episodes when the front door opens.
“Hey, bébé.”
“Hey. I accidentally opened one of your packages. I left it on the kitchen table.”
Kylian is not bothered that you opened something mailed to him, but he is confused because he is not expecting a package to come in. Maybe a company sent him a PR package. Kylian kisses your cheek from behind the couch and sees the white box. Pulling the tabs out and lifting the top. It only takes a couple of seconds for him to register what the “package” is. Jumping in joy, he whips his head to the couch and sees you leaning against the back of it, widely grinning.
Your husband of just four months takes out the plastic stick and makes large strides to you.
“Amour! Are you serious!”
“Mm-hmm.” You nod.
Kylian hugs you by your shoulders. If you could, you would bet that Kylian is happier than when he wins the World Cup. Truthfully, no trophy can top what the “package” contains. Inside the white box is a pair of small crochet cleats, a small crochet football, and a positive pregnancy test. It looks like football really does run in the Mbappe family.
Two Months Later:
Your pregnancy has been easy to hide since your stomach has not grown a lot. It only looks like you just overate a bit. Kylian has been waiting to tell his family and friends about the exciting news, but you asked him not to. You know and know people that have had a miscarriage early in their first trimester. Plus, doctors say that the first trimester is the most critical because most miscarriages happen during this stage. After your first trimester ended, you and Kylian decided that now is time to tell your family.
There is no major holiday coming up so you cannot announce the pregnancy in one go. Getting creative, you decided to copy the way you told Kylian. Just a little different. You made a list of all your immediate family members (Kylian’s combined) who have their own residence and made a coordinating number of boxes. Each box contains copies of your latest ultrasound photo and a note that says, “Little Kicker, Coming August 20XX.”
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𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓕𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 [𝓚.𝓜] 𝟏𝟖+ Chapter 5
DISCLAIMER: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS DNI
WARNINGS: mentions of power dynamics, daddy kink, oral sex, and squirting.
Life inside the firm was changing.
Bianca had spent almost every moment there beside Jude these days, partially because she had to since they shared a desk, but also because they had been getting along well so she didn't mind at all.
It was a nice distraction from Kylian, for whom she had decided that needed space from. Distantly knowing he had a girlfriend was one thing, but to see it in front of her face was a whole other. He told Camille he loved her knowing he just had sex with Bianca and she was scared to death underneath his desk, and then in that same conversation with Camille seemingly wanting to work things out.
It was too overwhelming.
She decided to just say nothing and pretend nothing happened, ignoring Kylian's attempts to reach out. There were texts sent throughout the days and calls made, but she didn't answer any of them no matter how badly she wanted to.
KM: I know I fucked up I'm sorry Bianca
KM: I had to defuse the situation, my feelings for you have never changed
KM: Bianca I promise I never meant to hurt you, things are just complicated
KM: Please just give me the chance to explain myself and then I promise I'll leave you alone after if that's what you want.
KM: I miss you
Reading Kylian's pleas broke her heart. Bianca wanted nothing more than to answer back and scream at the top of her lungs that she missed him too, but she knew that it was a horrible idea. The moment they would speak again, she knows she would be like putty in his hands all over again.
In her mind, she wondered, does he miss me or does he miss the sexual fulfillment?
There was an odd gray area of What is this? What could it ever even be? Had it been only sex for him?
It was testing seeing his face every day and having to hold strong. Kylian would leave longing glances as he walked past but she would pretend that she was suddenly busy with work. His face would appear in her dreams every night and she thought about him most mornings.
Kylian was inescapable. There was no one that would understand her situation so she was forced to just suck up the pain and just hoped it would go away with time, but luckily there was someone interesting around to brighten up her days.
Jude Bellingham is objectively likable.
The British native is young, polite, ambitious, and easy on the eyes; which makes for a magnetic personality that everyone was drawn to. He offered a new perspective that was well-needed as things began to become stale around the office. The higher-ups loved him, always stopping by at the front desk just to chit-chat about football or ask him how his day was.
Even Sergio Ramos liked him, and Sergio didn't like anyone besides Leo. He was the shiny new toy, and everyone wanted a turn to play with him.
There was something about Jude that absolutely irked Kylian to his core. Maybe it was what Kylian deemed Jude's obnoxious accent, or what he called his kiss-ass personality but each time he saw him, he only liked Jude less.
Perhaps it started when Kylian had gone to the front desk with donuts in an attempt to speak to Bianca again after she's ignored every one of his calls and texts for three days straight.
Kylian clutched the pink box full of powdered pastries in one hand while the other opened the front door, instantly revealing boisterous laughter and pained squeals. Kylian froze in his place when he saw Bianca practically straddling Jude facing away from the door, only a mere two inches away from each other's faces.
"Fuckin' hell Bianca" Jude winced, fingernails digging into her sides.
Bianca's giggles grew louder as she pulled her hand away, twinkly metal tweezers in hand. "I'm sorry that one was right in the middle so I had to get it!" Her thumb soothed the spot that she just plucked from.
"I better look like Idris Elba when you're done."
She shook her head and brought the cold metal back up to his eyebrows. "You'll look even better. Stay still this time or you'll go home with bald 'brows" He could hear the smile in her voice.
Kylian felt like a creep staring at them but he couldn't stop. The way Jude was clutching her like she was his and making her laugh like a schoolgirl caused stinging in Kylian's chest. His nostrils were flared and he was gripping the box so hard he hadn't even noticed it was now dented and crushed.
Jude's eyes eventually caught Kylian's and his chair moved back almost causing Bianca to fall backwards. "Good morning, Mr. Mbappé" He tried to regain his composure, hand catching Bianca's back to steady her and spin her around.
She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her large eyes wide and thick eyebrows raised. "Good morning, sir." There wasn't a hint of anything but professionalism in her voice no matter how hard Kylian analyzed it.
Kylian ignored the duo's greetings and tossed the disfigured box in front of Bianca before heading to the elevators in a discombobulated rush. He could have sworn he heard Jude whisper to Bianca faintly "What a dickhead."
Events like that only kept happening.
Kylian waltzed into the breaking room after a long meeting, head pounding after the hours of discussion about crunching numbers without break. He swore he never wanted to look at another calculator again, or at least for the next hour.
By this time usually, the break room was filled with people grabbing snacks or coffee, but it was surprisingly empty. The silence provided a needed serene peace for Kylian after the day he had. A loud creaking broke his calmful state, only to be even more annoyed when he saw who it was.
Jude entered first with Bianca just behind him, both of them holding the same design of takeout bags, clearly ordering from the same place. He was off to the side so he wouldn't be surprised if the pair haven't noticed him.
They sat at the small table and laid out their food in platters. Kylian tried not to watch this time, keeping his eyes concentrated on his almost full container of yogurt. "Damn, this has broccoli in it" Jude sighed as he looked down at his rice.
Bianca leaned her head forward to get a peak at the paper plate to spot the green vegetable. "You don't like broccoli?"
Jude took the plastic fork and started picking out one of the many pieces of broccoli "Don't like isn't a strong enough word-"
"That's two words."
"-Whatever. Either way, I hate it."
Bianca picked up her plate and held it out to him. "Do you want mine? I like broccoli so it's kind of a treat for me."
Jude took her plate and slid his over to her in exchange. "I should have guessed you'd like broccoli, nerd."
His tone became serious for a moment. "Thank you though that's very kind of you, Bee."
She smiled genuinely at him before digging her fork into the rice.
Kylian's voice broke them out of their own world as he stood up, his chair squeaking against the floor. "How cute." He didn't mean for it to come out as sarcastic as it did.
Bianca's lips downturned and her eyes fell into her lap. "Oh hello I didn't see you Mr.Mbappé. How are you?" Jude's grinned at the Frenchman.
"You two are always together these days. Are you guys dating?" Kylian tried to keep his tone casual, but he had to force the sentence out of his teeth.
Now it was Bianca's turn to storm out, leaving her vegetable rice behind on the table. Jude's upper lip rose and his eyebrows knitted together with confusion as the door shut behind her quietly. There was an awkward silence for a moment while Jude packed up the leftover food.
"I think I should go see what's bothering her. Have a good lunch sir" He was off, taking the plastic bags with him as he left.
Kylian let out a heavy sigh and threw away the rest of his yogurt.
Stalking any of your or ex-romantic interests accounts is never a good idea. There is nothing you can find that will bring you satisfaction, especially if you go in looking for the bad things. The things you know will hurt you.
Bianca knew this was an especially dumb idea seeing as Kylian had a whole life outside of her, but she couldn't stop herself as her thumbs typed in his name into the search bar. Shockingly he was public and held a normal following of about a thousand followers.
The most recent picture was of him and his brother at what appeared to be a football match with the caption Good times with my bro @ EthanMbappé *french flag emoji.*
Kylian looked relaxed, like the stress of his life had taken the day off as he sat with his brother on the sidelines, teeth showing and sunglasses up showing the reflection of the flash of his camera. Bianca found herself smiling as she scrolled to the next picture.
The next photo was of him and Ariella dated to the fall set outside a classroom with Ariella clinging onto her dad as he held her with a big grin in contrast to her pout. The caption read So hard to say goodbye to ma coccinelle *heart emoji*
Bianca clicked on the comments to see the first one was Camille, followed by his mother and another random account whom she assumed was his friend. Camille wrote a simple My loves!!!
She felt bad for laughing when she noticed Kylian hadn't responded to the comment but responded to his friends.
Bianca somehow ended up on his mom's page scrolling through their Christmas photos. She held the phone in one hand while she took a sip of her poorly made horchata in the other and when she set the drink back down, she dropped the phone flat on its face.
Her first reaction was to cringe and hope the screen was not shattered, but when she picked it back up it was far worse. On Kylian's comment saying he loves his mother, there was a highlighted red heart showing she liked it somewhere in the process of the phone falling.
Bianca screamed and slapped her hand to her mouth, quickly unliking the comment. There was a thick silence amongst herself as she sat in shock, quietly praying that he has his notifications off.
Things stayed stagnant for the next hour, Bianca paced around her living room hoping that he would never notice. Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she heard the familiar Whatsapp notification.
Bianca was horrified to check the app but she knew she had to.
KM: Stalker ;)
She held her face to the pillow as she let out a long wail, her face burning with shame. Maybe it was the embarrassment or maybe she just outright missed him but no matter the reason the responded within five minutes.
B: I could say the same for you
Before Bianca could leave the app he was typing again.
KM: You're deflecting
KM: Just say you missed me too
At that moment nothing else mattered, no other distraction or person between them was stopping her as read his texts.
B: Maybe just a little bit
KM: You're so cute
KM: Do you have some free time? We should talk about everything
B: I think the real question is do you have free time?
KM: I'll be there in an hour let me take care of some things
Bianca rushed out of her bed like a bat out of hell. All of her efforts for the past week have gone to the wayside as she jumped into the shower and prepared like she was going off to war, smothering herself in every fancy soap, cream, and glitter she could.
There was enough time for her to take time to really prepare how she wanted to in hopes of wanting to impress Kylian. She had managed to get ready with a spare five minutes but she sat waiting for twenty before Kylian had texted her again.
KM: I'm outside
Three knocks proceed the text.
Bianca walked over to the door unsure of what to expect, but when she opened the door she was greeted by a comfortably dressed Kylian sporting a black Valentino hoodie with matching sweatpants. She wasn't sure how to approach him so she just kissed both of his cheeks in a neutral greeting.
He stopped to take off his white sneakers at the doormat while Bianca shut the door behind him. "You smell good, ma belle" he noted as he stepped onto her carpet.
"Thank you, so do you."
That was an understatement. Just smelling his familiar strong cologne made her press her thighs together. It was hypocritical to think that he possibly wanted her just for her body when all she can think about is getting on her knee's from him, but it was hard not to when he stood there in the flesh looking finer than ever in his sweatsuit.
They walked over to her couch and sat beside each other but their bodies leaned so they could face each other. "Sorry about being a little late I had to finish speaking with Ibrahimovic about-"
Bianca couldn't focus, only watching his mouth move but not processing his words. She swung her leg up across his lap and rubbed slowly, hoping to get her point across. "You little brat you aren't listening to me" Kylian's hands found her leg and guided her.
"I am listening to you." She lied, sitting up so she could use her palm instead.
Kylian grew underneath her hand, the thick material of his pants not shielding his excitement. "Ahh- as much as I wanna do this we have a lot of things we have to discuss princess" He couldn't stop himself from bucking up into her touch.
Bianca's hand froze and her lower lip pouted out as she batted her long eyelashes at him. "Can't we talk about it after Daddy?"
His eyes darkened as he leaned forward to crash his lips onto hers roughly, tongue slipping into her mouth when she gasped. Butterflies erupted in Bianca's stomach as Kylian lightly sucked on her tongue teasingly.
Bianca could feel the puddle pooling between her legs and wanted relief so she crawled onto Kylian's lap. "So eager tonight" he mumbled as he trailed his kisses down into her neck.
She winced loudly as a sharp pain stung her neck, Kylian's teeth biting into the corner of her skin. Kylian sucked harshly until Bianca was whining and clawing at his back. He pulled back with a smile on his face, pressing another quick kiss to the wet spot. "Perfect."
Kylian's thumb grazed over the forming bruise and Bianca slapped his shoulder softly. "Did you give me a hickey?" She asked with disbelief, eyelids low.
"Wanted to remind you that you're mine."
Bianca was so pleased with his response that she didn't even want to break down the irony or think about the repercussions.
She lifted up her shirt so that he could have better access to her body and Kylian wasted no time undoing her bra. Kylian cupped her breast as he bit above her nipple, teeth sinking down into the soft skin to leave another mark. "All mine." He muttered against her.
His knees sunk into the couch further as he sat up to take his hoodie off, him now wearing a plain white shirt. Kylian stripped that off too before he turned his attention to fully undressing Bianca.
Bianca's hips rose as he tore her underwear off, stroking his neck as he left bites all down her body to her stomach where he started to become more careful and sweet, licking and caressing at her curves. "All yours." She repeated back to him as he get lower.
Kylian seemed to be on a mission as he parted Bianca's legs and kissed up her thighs until he reached her wet center. He licked a long stripe before delving deeper inside, nudging at her clit with his nose.
He teased her for a very short bit, licking everywhere besides where she needed it most. Bianca was whimpering and grasping at the cushions for support. She couldn't take it anymore and squeezed her thighs closer to his head. "Need your big dick inside Daddy" she cried, the heels of her feet digging into his bare back.
Kylian shook his head and lapped at her clear juices, causing her to squirm around from oversensitivity "t-too much" she mewled as she gripped his short hair.
He pulled his head up only enough to hover over her clenching hole. "You've been bad, mon bébé. Now you gotta take your punishment like a good girl."
Bianca was practically drooling at his words, bracing herself for whatever he wanted."Yes, daddy."
"You listen so well for me"
His mouth attached to her clit, gently sucking to ease her into it. Bianca's thighs shook as he began to hallow his cheeks against the sensitive bud, causing tears to well up in her eyes.
Kylian's tongue circled as he continued slurping, groaning at the sweetness of her on his tastebuds. Bianca couldn't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks, the pleasure at a new height. "Haaah daddy, yes!" she practically screamed.
He was enjoying every moment of this, eyes opening to watch her face contort from the overstimulation. Her tears of happiness only caused him to go faster, adding two fingers into her hole when he felt she was ready for it.
His long fingers scissored inside of her at a steady pace making lewd notices as he pushed the slick liquid back into her. The entire room was loud between Bianca's pleading moans and the sound of Kylian gulping at her sopping folds. He began grinding against the couch, his own body throbbing for him to be inside of her.
Bianca's hips were rocking in time with his smooth pink tongue, spreading her mess all over Kylian's face who licked up every ounce he could.
Kylian felt her swollen organ tighten more rapidly signaling she was already close. Bianca was a mess above him, shoving her fingers in her mouth in an attempt to subdue herself but failing. The strange pressure had built up once again and Bianca now understood what it meant.
"I think I'm g-gonna-" She stopped to let out a scratchy moan, unable to hold back any longer.
Kylian didn't stop pumping his fingers deep inside of her but he did pull his mouth away to stick his tongue out in order to catch the shooting liquid. "Daddy, daddy fuck oh fuck" she babbled out, grinding against his fingers.
He drank up the liquid like it was water, delving back into her wet heat to catch the last of it he could while she rode out her orgasm on his fingers, shaking and squeezing around his thick digits.
Bianca's screams quieted and Kylian pressed one last long kiss to her clit before getting up and enveloping his tongue into hers, sharing her taste with herself. Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck as they swapped their spit back and forth in a kiss. "Do you taste yourself, princess? Do you see why I'm addicted?" He asks as he sticks his coated fingers in her warm mouth.
She hummed around them in agreement and bobbed her head against the shiny skin. "I want to be the only one doing this to you. You want that too don't you, baby?" Kylian took his slimy fingers out to squeeze her cheeks together.
Bianca couldn't get out anything, only a quick nod. "We'll figure this all out. One day it'll be just us." He yanked her face to his for another sloppy kiss before grabbing her naked body and placing her on the floor in front of him.
"Open your pretty mouth for Daddy."
It felt like a dream, like what he was saying was too good to be true. Just them? It's everything she wants to hear. All she wishes for is him in any capacity she can take and it only feels more true right now.
Bianca wondered to herself how she could go days without speaking with him and vowed to never do it again if possible.
The two of them went on until Kylian spilled his seed down her throat, praising her for being so good to him. Bianca was in pure bliss as she gulped him down, only pulling up when Kylian told her to.
They cleaned up and nestled together on the couch in a blanket, some random movie in French playing in the background. It felt like heaven on Earth being in his arms once again, being able to play pretend for a couple of hours.
This time, Kylian was adamant about not falling asleep because he had seen how that ended last time and did not want to repeat it.
Kylian ran one hand along her now-clothed stomach caringly while the other was entangled with Bianca's. "What do you wanna do?" Kylian asked, head leaning down at the girl to see her face.
Bianca's eyes didn't leave the TV. "About what?"
In her head she thought, Please don't ruin the moment. Let's stay like this just a little longer.
"You and I. We're in such a fucked position, Mon amour."
Bianca's perfect bubble busted and they're forced to once again face reality.
When she didn't answer, Kylian kept talking. "If anyone found out about us, I would lose my job. Getting involved with anyone below me in the company's hierarchy will get me fired, no questions asked. It opens the company up to potential lawsuits and I'd be a liability. You know that, Bianca." He kept his tone as nice as he could but stern to emphasize the significance.
She had known that for a long time but pushed it down as far as she could but she knows she can't anymore. Truthfully she had been focusing so much on his relationship that she almost forgot about the risks that came with this. The danger was too realistic, too important to ignore any longer.
"We'll be more careful. No more fooling around at work," Bianca tried to bargain, setting up from his hold to meet his gaze.
Kylian looked empathic as he pursed his lips together. "This is my entire career on the line. I've worked all of my adult life to get up to this point."
Bianca frowned and tried to think of what to say, but her mind drew a blank. What reasoning is there to say to refute him? He's not wrong. "I'm sorry, Kylian."
He breathed heavily out of his nostrils and brought the back of her hand up to meet his lips. "I don't want to lose my job, but I can't quit this either."
She couldn't look at him anymore. He still had the power to make her just as nervous and shy as the day she first started liking him so she turned her head to look back at the TV. He brought his hand to her chin, nudging her to look at him again and she complied, her cheeks warming up.
"I don't want to lose you," Bianca told him, hands wrapping around his arm.
Kylian shook his head like that wasn't anything she should be concerned about. "You won't. You're like a little worm in my brain now that I can't get rid of" He joked, dimples poking out as he smiled.
Bianca rolled her eyes playfully. "How romantic."
He laced his hands with hers. "Seriously though. You're always there in my head. No matter where I am, I'm just waiting until the next time I can be with you. Unless I'm with Ariella of course."
She would never, ever want to be before Ariella so she nodded understandingly. "I feel the same way. We just have to be a lot more sneaky, and definitely no more work sex until I find a new job."
Kylian was visibly shocked. "Another job?"
Bianca looked at him like it was the easiest decision in the world. "I'm a secretary, it's not exactly the most rare job out there. You have a daughter to feed and I'm not going to ruin her life just because her dad decided to hook up with his employee. With all due respect of course." She lightened her tone at the end in order to soften the blow.
"It's honestly not the worst idea you've had. I'd feel guilty about you leaving though." Kylian frowned at her.
He looked at her concernedly, like he wanted her to really think about her words. "Let's say things don't work out between us. Then what, I'm forced to look at your face every day for the rest of my life and torture myself? It'll be even worse if it does work out because then you'll be out of a job." Bianca explained.
"So will you, if you leave because of me."
She made a 'seriously?' face at him. "You're only two positions away from being CEO of the highest-rated finance firm in all of France and you're only twenty-four. I'll be fine taking calls at another place and quite frankly, I don't like working there all that much either."
Kylian's flashed his teeth at her words. "Keep stroking my ego, I like it."
She stuck her middle finger out to him and he bit it playfully.
"You have a good heart, but don't do anything rash. Just think about it, the decision is completely yours." Kylian kissed the side of her head and melted at the thought of how giving she was.
He cupped the sides of her face as he kissed her lovingly. When they pulled away, he noticed a flash in her eyes. "Wait a minute what about Camille?'
Kylian looked confused before groaning and leaning back on the couch as if it all flooded back to him. "Fuck Bianca we're really in a messy situation."
She remained deadpan. "You don't say."
He rubbed his hand across his forehead, stress clearly weighing on him again. "Promise you we will talk about it tomorrow. I just wanted to get the job talk of the way tonight so we can clear some things up. I want to spend this next hour holding you before I have to leave."
Bianca settled into his arms again with a grin, happy to not have to face any more of the big problems today. She knows the Camille dilemma comes with more complications and she was not in the mood to dissect that today.
Kylian rubbed all over her body absentmindedly as they enjoyed each other's company, attention turning back to the movie. Bianca finally felt safe for the first time in a long time.
She lazily picked up her phone when she got a text notification and opened it directly in front of Kylian.
J: u've stood me up for hot chocolate that's vile bee
J: have you died?
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Transfer rumours
Transfers in:
Goalkeepers: Onuralp Cevikkan (Trabzonspor Kulubu), Marcin Bulka (OGC Nice), Fran Gonzalez (promotion), David Soria (Getafe CF), Joan Garcia (RCD Espanyol), Kepa Arrizabalaga (Chelsea London), Filip Jorgensen (Villarreal CF)
Defenders: Rafa Marin (staying), Leny Yoro (LOSC Lille), Alphonso Davies (Bayern Munchen), Miguel Gutierrez (Girona FC), Trent Alexander-Arnold (FC Liverpool), Joshua Kimmich (Bayern Munchen), Alexandre Penetra (AZ Alkmaar), Mario Gila (S.S. Lazio), Theo Hernandez (AC Milan), Diogo Leite (Union Berlin), William Saliba (Arsenal London), Odilon Kossounou (Bayer Leverkusen), Adrian Liso (Real Zaragoza), Malick Thiaw (AC Milan), Achraf Hakimi (PSG), Reece James (Chelsea London), Riccardo Calafiori (Bologna FC), Vitor Reis (SE Palmeiras), Aymeric Laporte (Al-Nassr FC)
Midfielders: Florian Wirtz (Bayer Leverkusen), Mario Martin (promotion), Franco Mastantuono (CA River Plate), Kevin de Bruyne (Manchester City), Archie Gray (Leeds United), Adrien Rabiot (Juventus Turin/free transfers), Kephrem Thuram (OGC Nice), Tijjani Reijnders (AC Milan)
Forwards: Joselu Mato (RCD Espanyol), Kylian Mbappe (PSG/free transfer), Julian Alvarez (Manchester City)
Transfers out:
Eder Militao: Saudi league
Nacho Fernandez (end of contract): San Diego FC, Inter Milan, Inter Miami, Al-Nassr FC, Al-Ittihad Club, Al-Qadsiah FC
Vinicius Junior: PSG, Al-Ahli Saudi FC
Toni Kroos (end of contract): Manchester City, career end
Luka Modric (end of contract): San Diego FC, Saudi league, Dinamo Zagreb
Rodrygo Goes: Manchester City, FC Liverpool
Andriy Lunin: Atletico Madrid, Manchester United, Arsenal London, PSG, Chelsea London
Joselu Mato (loan end/definite transfer): RCD Espanyol, Al-Gharafa SC
Lucas Vazquez (end of contract): Saudi League
Daniel Ceballos: Atletico Madrid, Newcastle United, Real Betis, AS Monaco
Fran Garcia (loan/buy back option): A.F.C Bournemouth
Brahim Diaz: Borussia Dortmund, Bayer Leverkusen
Antonio Rudiger: Al-Nassr FC
Ferland Mendy: Al-Nassr FC
Arda Guler (loan): Fenerbahce SK, Getafe CF, Real Sociedad, FC Sevilla, UD Las Palmas, RCD Mallorca, AC Milan, RB Leipzig
Kepa Arrizabalaga (loan end): Chelsea London
Reinier Jesus (loan/definitive transfer): Norwich City
Jesus Vallejo (loan/definitive transfer):
Rafa Marin (loan/buy back option): Bayer Leverkusen, SSC Napoli
Peter Gonzalez (loan/buy back option): Getafe CF
Juanmi Latasa (loan/buy back option/definitive transfer): Getafe CF, Real Valladolid
Marvin Park (loan/buy back option/definitive transfer): UD Las Palmas
Alvaro Rodriguez (loan/buy back option): Getafe CF, VfL Wolfsburg, Rayo Vallecano, Eintracht Frankfurt, Deportivo Alaves
Rafael Obrador (loan/buy back option/definitive transfer): Real Zaragoza, S.S. Lazio, UD Las Palmas, Deportivo La Coruna
Nico Paz (loan/buy back option): UD Leganes, Como 1907
Lucas Canizares (buy back option): Rayo Vallecano, Granada CF, Racing Ferrol, CD Eldense, Albacete Balompie, FC Cartagena, SC Farense
Pablo Ramon (loan/buy back option): Real Betis, RCD Espanyol
Mario Martin (loan/buy back option): Real Valladolid
Theo Zidane (end of contract): Cordoba CF
Javi Villar (buy back option): Albacete Balompie
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masterlist western celebs
rules / masterlist / readings on hold / time+cards / announcements / accurate predictions/readings
here i will add hashtags for almost any readings i've done.
legend: outsidereveries (| fikarot)
— actors/actresses and other people in the acting industry
anya taylor-joy
barry keoghan
camilla morrone
cate blanchett
christopher nolan
cillian murphy
ethan slater
florence pugh
francia raisa
greta gerwig
hailee steinfeld | note: also singer
jessica alexander
jonah hauer king
jonathan bailey
lily-rose deep | note: also model
lola tung
margot robbie
matthew gray gubler
mikey madison | mikey madison
millie bobby brown
rachel zegler | note: also singer
rooney mara
sam levinson
sydney sweeney
timothée chalamet
— artists/singers
anitta
ariana grande
bad bunny
becky g | becky g
billie eilish
britney spears
bruno mars
camilla cabello
charli xcx
conan gray
DDG
gracie abrams
justin bieber
justine skye
katy perry
lartiste
lizzo
loreen
marwa loud
matty healy
miley cyrus
olivia rodrigo | note: also actress
sabrina carpenter | note: also actress
selena gomez | note: also actress and businesswoman
taylor swift
the weeknd
tori kelly
troye sivan
tyla
zendaya
— athletes (incl. from formula 1) and other staff
adrian newey
baker mayfield
carlos sainz
christian pulisic
dominik szoboszlai
gavi
hector fort
jamal musiala
jobe bellingham
jude bellingham
kylian mbappé
lance stroll
marc guiu
oscar picestri
paige bueckers
son heungmin
travis kelce
— business(wo)man
frédéric arnault
kylie jenner
— models
bella hadid
evan mock
gigi hadid
hailey baldwin (bieber)
kendall jenner
rose hanbury
— politicians
donald trump | note: also businessman
jean-luc mélenchon
— other people (unspecified occupation)
ally carter (not the author)
lilly jay | note: she's a clinical psychologist
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EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers – 95-rated Mbappe headlines incredible squad with Icons and Heroes
The EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers promo is now live in Ultimate Team, with some players receiving three PlayStyle Plus' for the first time since TOTY.
A fantastic FUT Birthday promo that featured FUT Birthday Team 1 and FUT Birthday Team 2 squads has come to an end in EA FC 25, with a new promo, UEFA Dreamchasers, now available in-game. We already knew about the EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers promo with EA Sports confirming the promo in Title Update 10: Legends Return, but now it's here, it looks set to be one of the best promos released by EA so far.
Similar to the RTTK and RTTF promos, the EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers squad features themed Champions League, Women's Champions League, Europa League and Conference League player items, but EA has also included Icons and Heroes in the promo, with some of these items possessing three PlayStyle Plus'.
Elsewhere, players from Bayern Munich, Real Madrid, Arsenal, Tottenham and more are also included in the EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers squad, with the promo now available in Ultimate Team packs until Friday, March 28 at 6 pm GMT / 2 pm EDT / 11am PDT, when a new promo will take its place.
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EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers squad
Kylian Mbappe and Harry Kane are the two highest-rated players in the EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers squad, with both rated 95 overall. The likes of Lucio, Raul, and Rivaldo are some of the highest-rated Icons and Heroes, but unlike other European competition-themed promos we've had in EA FC 25 Ultimate Team, UEFA Dreamchasers items aren't live and cannot earn further upgrades.
EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers (Icons and Heroes)
ST: Birgit Prinz (UEFA Dreamchasers Icon) - 94 OVR
LW: Rivaldo (UEFA Dreamchasers Icon) - 94 OVR
ST: Raul (UEFA Dreamchasers Icon) - 94 OVR
CB: Lucio (UEFA Dreamchasers Hero) - 94 OVR
CB: Marcel Desailly (UEFA Dreamchasers Icon) - 92 OVR
CDM: Claude Makelele (UEFA Dreamchasers Icon) - 92 OVR
LB: Bixente Lizarazu (UEFA Dreamchasers Hero) - 92 OVR

EA FC 25 UEFA Dreamchasers (UCL, UWCL, UEL, CL)
ST: Kylian Mbappe (Real Madrid) - 95 OVR
ST: Harry Kane (Bayern Munich) - 95 OVR
CM: Alexia Putellas (Barcelona Women) - 94 OVR
CAM: Florian Wirtz (Bayer Leverkusen) - 94 OVR
ST: Lautaro Martinez (Inter) - 94 OVR
ST: Ewa Pajor (Barcelona Women) - 93 OVR
LW: Linda Caicedo (Real Madrid Women) - 93 OVR
RW: Ethan Nwaneri (Arsenal) - 93 OVR
RM: Marcos Llorente (Atletico Madrid) - 93 OVR

LW: Mariona (Arsenal Women) - 92 OVR
CB: Nico Schlotterbeck (Borussia Dortmund) - 92 OVR
CDM: Archie Gray (Tottenham) - 92 OVR
RW: Sveindis Jane Jonsdottir (Wolfsburg Women) - 91 OVR
LM: Hakon Arnar Haraldsson (Lille) - 90 OVR
CM: Orkun Kokcu (Benfica) - 90 OVR
CDM: Patrick Berg (Bodo/Glimt) - 89 OVR
CAM: Nedim Bajrami (Rangers) - 89 OVR
RB: Mattia Zanotti (Lugano) - 88 OVR
ST: Afimico Pululu (Jagiellonia) - 88 OVR
LB: Hugo Bueno (Feyenoord) - 88 OVR

All these UEFA Dreamchasers items are now available in Ultimate Team packs, but more are set to be released as SBCs and Objectives over the next week as well as the players released already. Expect to see a big menu grind released as part of the promo with big Evolutions set to be made available, while Franz Beckenbauer's base Icon card has also been added to the game, with the German now available in packs.
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AERIBBON'S FTBALL MASTERLIST ᯓ★



(i actually took the pic in the middle ehehe)
welcome to aeribbon's football masterlist !!
RÚBEN DIAS #3
TRENT ALEXANDER ARNOLD #66
OMAR MARMOUSH #7
HEUNGMIN SON #7
ARCHIE GRAY #14
LUCAS BERGVALL #15
JAMAL MUSIALA #42
JUDE BELLINGHAM #5
DECLAN RICE #41
MICKY VAN DE VEN #37
JOBE BELLINGHAM #7
KYLIAN MBAPPÉ #7
#˚⋆𐙚。 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ aeribbon#˚⋆𐙚。 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ my works#˚⋆𐙚。 𖦹.ᡣ𐭩˚ masterlist#aeribbon#football#footballer x reader#football imagine#football fanfic#football smau#ruben dias#trent alexander arnold#son heung min#jude bellingham#micky van de ven#jack grealish#jobe bellingham#kylian mbappe#footballer x y/n#footballer x you
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Kylian Grais @ 16Models (2024)
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OK HERE'S YOUR NEY REQUEST:
You know that drake song "childs play"? In the intro of the song a guy says something along the lines of "if your girl asks you to go to a nba game.. she is probably fcking some guy on that team". My idea for you: how would ney react to you asking him to acompany you to a man city game? Idk maybe mix in some sweet jealousy and him being excited when haaland loses?
Love ya take care xoxo
love love love you xx
I used to not understand anyone’s attraction to Neymar, bc he’s a bit older than me. but now, I get it, I really do.
2nd person pov
“Look what I got!” You smirked as you walked into the sitting room where your boyfriend, Neymar was lying on the couch, scrolling through his phone.
He quirked an eyebrow at you.
You flashed him two tickets, Manchester City vs. Arsenal.
“Come with me to the Man City game! They’re going to be playing in London, Emirates Stadium.” You begged.
Neymar sat up, his phone barely hanging onto the sofa.
“Why do you want to go watch this game? It’s just a regular premier league match.” Neymar questioned.
You rolled your eyes at his question.
“It’s going to be such a good match. Arteta, Jesus, and Zinchenko against their old team! And I finally get to see Haaland live!”
Neymar narrowed his eyes at the last part of your sentence.
“Haaland eh?”
You nodded enthusiastically, “He’s so good! Honestly better than Mbappe.”
Neymar furiously shook his head, “There is no youngster better than Kylian.”
You had to stop from laughing. It was clear he was a bit jealous.
“Whatever. So you coming? Or are you too jealous?”
His eyes bulged out of his sockets.
“I’m not jealous.”
You rolled your eyes at his clear lie before he pulled you to sit on the couch with him. He cupped your face, and kissed you deeply.
You pulled away at a loss for words, while he pulled away with a smirk.
“Still want to go to that match? We can just stay here you know…” He suggested.
It was your turn to smirk now.
“Of course! I spent a fortune on those tickets. Come on!” You had decided. ***
“Right here.” You gestured to a set of two seats in the fourth row.
Despite your wishes to wear a kit from one of the teams playing, your boyfriend had convinced you to wear one of his many Brazil hoodies. You wore a gray set of leggings underneath, paired with the viral ugg booties. Neymar on the other hand, wore a plain white hoodie with some branding, and tight black jeans with slight rips in them. He of course paired this with a baseball cap and some trendy Jordans.
Once a fashion icon, always a fashion icon.
You both sat down into your seats and got comfortable. The match was just about to start.
“I’m thirsty.” You whispered to Neymar, signaling for the bottle of water in his hand.
“Thirsty?” He smirked.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier we could’ve just stayed home in Paris an…” He began to say.
You slapped his leg and shot him a look, “Get your head out of the gutter idiot.”
“How am I supposed to when you’re sitting there looking like that in my sweatshirt?”
You rolled your eyes at his lack of self control.
Within a few minutes, the match had begun. Manchester City was very clearly dominating, as expected. Haaland had several chances courtesy De Bruyne but had been unlucky thus far.
Neymar had told you he’d be rooting for Arsenal. This was a bit strange to you because he’d never been an Arsenal supporter in the slightest. He claimed it was because Arsenal had a more overwhelming number of Brazilian players than Man City so he needed to support “his boys.” To you however, it just didn’t add up.
He was enjoying the game though. When Arsenal went up 1-0, thanks to a Jesus goal, his grin became wider. Neymar would constantly look over at you to see what you were thinking, what you were feeling.
Things changed however in the 86th minute, when Man City scored on a Haaland goal. Like many other away fans, the terrific strike brought you to your feet and you cheered as loud as possible, much to Neymar’s disappointment. You’d figured he was a bit jealous. And if he wanted to play this game, so be it.
“COME ON!” Cheers were heard all around you.
Neymar face curled up into a scowl as he watched you clap for Haaland’s goal. Once you finally sat back down, his arm was again around your waist, trying to bring you as close as possible to him. Your head rested on his shoulder while his head rested on yours.
“City’s gonna win.” You whispered to him.
“Not if my boys have a say in it.” He mumbled back, kissing your cheek.
You turned to face him and stuck your tongue out at his smug look.
Truth be told, on the inside, he was praying Arsenal didn’t lose. He couldn’t bear watch you cheer for City again.
In the 89th minute, his wish came true. City defender Nathan Ake was unable to track back fast enough, and was so match for Bukayo Saka who received the ball and banged it in the net.
Your mouth had fallen open, and Neymar had gone to his feet, cheering as loud as possible.
He looked down at you in your seat and shot you a wide smirk while you gave him a pissed look. He sat back down and grabbed your chin before kissing you again. The stadiums cameras had been able to find you two meanwhile.
After pulling away, you and Neymar had realised you were on the cameras (pretend they do this at the Emirates, idk if they do). You looked down and blushed while Neymar shot a wink at the camera. Eventually, the cameras found someone else to bother and the match ended, with Arsenal winning. Neymar had a smug look on his face when you two were leaving the stadium.
“Just say it.” You sighed.
“Haaland was kind of invisible today, don’t you think?” He smirked.
“He still scored Ney.”
“Yeah but they lost.”
You shrugged your shoulders, “He’s still a star.”
Neymar furrowed his brow, “And me?”
His jealousy was insane.
You turned to face him, and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“You’ll always be my superstar.”
as a spurs supporter, writing abt an arsenal win was quite painful.
as a side note, thank u sm for ur requests! I’m writing them based on which ones I’m feeling! but at some point, they’ll all be done.
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spread thin.
mbappé x f!reader. childhood friends, enemies to lovers. they’re both 18.
i wrote this book with the song spread thin by mariah the scientist in mind. so, for the best experience, read this book while… listening to spread thin by mariah the scientist.
“papa, are you serious?! do i really have to train with.. with her?” kylian fussed as you looked around exhausted.
you guys haven’t even started the match yet, but kylian’s attitude began tiring you out. it was a bright and hot day in paris as well. you wanted to finish this match and head home.
“kylian, it’s final. just do one round with y/n. i have no idea why you’re making this such a big deal.” kylian’s dad said while walking off into the shade.
“yeah, why is it a big deal, mbappé? are you scared to lose to a girl.” you said in a mocking tone.
kylian switched his focus onto you. he looked angry.
“what did you say?” he said, marching up to you with speed and stopping a few centimeters from you.
he looked so silly being extremely worked up over having to play one round of football with you.
you were amused by all of this. so, your lips curled into a sly smile.
“are we about to kiss right now, mbappé?”
he noticed the close proximity you two happened to be and backed away immediately.
“you fucking wish, y/l/n.” he spat out before storming away.
you just laughed because you always knew just the right words that’d throw him over the edge, it worked every single time.
a few hours later.
you were home now, taking a nice, hot shower at the end of the day after practice was like an award. scrubbing away all of that dirt and sweat. feeling clean is the best.
you got out the shower and began moisturizing yourself with your signature vanilla bean & coconut scented lotion— when you heard a knock on your bedroom door.
“who is it?”
“it’s kylian.”
you froze.
kylian? what’s he doing here…?
“one second!” you shout out and quickly throw on your sleeping clothes: nike shorts with a gray cropped tank top.
you opened the door to an awkward looking kylian.
“hey…?” you said before turning around to lay on your bed and checking your phone for any messages.
a few seconds go by and it’s complete silence, so, you turn around, sitting up crisscrossed and kylian is still standing by the door, scratching his head while analyzing your room.
“are you just gonna stand there, mbappé?” you ask in a dry tone.
“well, you never told me i could come in.” he shot back at you.
“see kylian, that’s your problem. you randomly began acting so weird towards me. what happened to us? when did it ever get like this. we used to be so close.” you exclaimed.
he sighed, closing the door behind him before settling himself on your bed next to you.
“i’m sorry, y/n.” kylian said while looking you in the eye.
you broke the eye contact, you never could withstand his stares. his eyes. you knew this talk would come sooner or later. you thought you were prepared but, right now, your throat began to close up, eyes began to sting and it was getting harder for you to stay calm.
he shuffled closer to you.
“y/n, can you please look at me?”
you didn’t budge, scooting over more till you couldn’t anymore. avoiding his presence.
complete silence took over the room. you felt the bed get lighter and footsteps.
that’s right, kylian is a coward. all he does is run away from his problems and cries like a little bab-
“you really are a headache y/n, you know that, right?” he breathed out.
you snapped your head towards him so fast, ready to throw a rebuttal but before you could register what was happening…
warmth engulfed you.
“are you serious kylian?! get off of me." you bursted out laughing.
kylian just tackled you and was now holding you in the biggest bear hug ever. all the previous tension, now evaporated from the atmosphere.
“no, not until you look at me… and let me talk.” he said, lifting his face from your chest and pouting.
“you big baby, get off of me. right now!” you said, smiling so hard, ear from ear.
he sighed hard yet again before unleashing you from the hug and rolling off to the side.
a few seconds past by and everything settled down.
he propped himself onto his hand while looking, admiring you.
“i’m serious, y/n. i am so sorry. everything just happened so fast. when we were younger, i didn’t see you in any way. just a friend, my bestest friend. but then, we started getting older and.. i didn’t see you that way anymore. it was scary, i didn’t wanna ruin our friendship. so, i just thought maybe if i distanced myself, my feelings for you would go away.” he said.
he took a moment to get his thoughts together, licked his lips, looked you in the eye with so much… passion. before continuing.
“obviously that didn’t work.” he chuckled. kylian looked so cute that you couldn’t help, but, to giggle at his cuteness and how vulnerable he was being with you right now.
“y/n, i love you. i love how you don’t take shit from anyone. i love your curly hair that smells like castor oil and coconut. i love how care free you are. i love your smile and your goofy little laugh. i love how strong you are, how competitive you can get. i’ve been in love with you since we were 10, y/n.”
the tears fell out so fast, you couldn’t help it.
kylian panicked. “did i do something wrong, mon amour, why are you crying? i’m sorry.” he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, wiping off your tears.
“shut the fuck up.” you said sniffling.
you looked into his eyes, again. kylian looked at you with so much love in his eyes, his beautiful eyes that hold. so much light. you tilt his chin down towards you.
“you know, i hate you.. so much, mbappé.” you said before connecting his lips to yours.
you both loosen up into the kiss, he holds onto your waist, squeezing it a little tight. you wrap your arms around his neck and slip your tongue into his mouth.
he gasps but regains his composure.
“what an idiot.”
you think.
“he’s my idiot, though.”
you smile into the kiss.
kylian lifts you onto his lap and kisses you deeper.
let’s say… y/n & mbappé had quite the time.
and yes, they’re together. happily.
i hope you enjoyed this, it’s my first fic so let me know in the comments if it’s good or bad. i take all sorts of criticism. this is simply for fun. also, i take requests so leave them in the comments.
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Smoke Burned Eyes
Hues of red and orange danced across the dimly lit room, refracting off the silver rimmed monocle very accurately resting over Cordelia’s right eye. Her fingers delicately traced the outside edge of an aged page in the book that was nestled upon her lap only to softly flick up the corner to turn it slowly. The warmth from the crackling fireplace seeped through the room like an unseen entity, wrapping her form with a cozy comfort that allowed her to relax and almost melt into the large cushion chair that was nestled just in front of the fire. Etched words on pale parchment pulled her into a world of her own beyond the frigid city of Ishgard. Though if she were being honest, the cold did little to annoy her, it was the people within the borders of these territories that were the most bothersome.
An idle hand floated through the air from the book to reach at her side for the cup of steaming tea. Her gray eyes never moved from the page as delicate fingers gently grasped the handle of the teacup instinctually, lifting it from the small saucer and guiding it to her lips when even still as the monocle fogged slightly, her gaze peered from over the cup’s edge to remain committed to her reading. To say she was in a trance was only a slight over exaggeration. Though the sound of echoing knocks on the large door brought her attention finally away from the book, her eyes blinking slowly as she simply lifted her gaze toward the fireplace and sighed. By now, the teacup had been set back into its cradled saucer and the creaking of the leather binding was sign the book had been closed.
Cordelia knew the one interrupting her reading had not been Wren as often the Viera would have entered upon knocking. No, whoever was disturbing her now was someone else. “Come in,” She ushered in a tone lacking in enthusiasm and bordering on the edge of annoyance. Despite her entirely welcoming words, her demeanor gave off the complete opposite as she chose to remain seated as the figure entered through the doorway and crossed the room to step into the fire’s glow. As the gentleman’s features came into view, Cordelia grinned as a release of breath came through her nose while she set the book aside finally. “Ah, Mister Lemieux, to what do I owe this pleasure?” With the inquiry came the offering of a seat by way of a gesturing hand extended to her left toward the neighboring identical chair.
The Elezen man cleared his throat, seeming to consider the offer briefly and perhaps even leaning toward denying it before he finally turned to lower himself into a stiff seated position. Delia narrowed her eyes, peering at him curiously as she took note of his demeanor. Kylian Lemieux had handled all of her late husband’s finances, advising him of this and that, where his investments should be placed and likely even his will. If he was paying her a visit, she could only anticipate something interesting to be proceeding with him opening his mouth.
“I’m not entirely sure either of us could consider this a pleasurable visit, Lady Gray…” He began, his hands gripping the large ledger in his lap a bit tighter with every word it seemed. Cordelia raised a brow at this, her lips tugging into a sarcastic smirk as she suggested he continue by a slight nod of her head. Kylian cleared his throat, settling somewhat as he opened the book before him and glanced down at it. “As it stands, I have not visited you since Lord Gray’s funeral, firstly for that I apologize. However, more importantly I do find myself in a position…one that is somewhat uncomfortable yet it must be addressed; Well to put it frankly, I question the circumstances behind your husband’s death.”
It was then that Cordelia’s uncaring demeanor molded into something new, something calmer and gentler. A hand lifted to remove the monocle from her visage, tucking it into the pocket of her simple yet elegant gown that was meant merely for a relaxing day around the manor. Her hands folded upon one another within her lap as she spoke, “I’m unsure what there is to question, Mister Lemieux, my poor husband’s heart gave out on him far too soon. We all mourn his passing and it truly is an awful thing and as unfortunate as it is, these things do happen. We mustn’t allow ourselves to dwell-”
Kylian abruptly lifted a hand, palm toward her in a way to cut her off. “Lady Gray, please do not play innocent with me… I think we both know where this conversation is going and my purpose here is not a kind visit. I know something happened to Ambrose and I have an inkling you had something to do with it. Now, we could do this my way or the hard way and as I feel you wouldn’t entirely enjoy either, but I can assure you my way is the easier of the two.”
The features on Cordelia’s face remained stoic as she listened, her head tilting slightly as she feigned a certain curiosity or confusion but only just enough that it was sprinkled in. With a deep breath, she stood and cleared her throat. “Your accusations are unwelcomed, unsubstantiated, and quite honestly simply cruel. How many widowed homes of Ishgard have you entered immediately upon their Lord’s demise in search of coin by way of blackmail and threats? Surely there is a list long enough to fill that ledger. Now, I will forgive this intrusive disruption and disrespect if perhaps you take your leave now and speak no further as I assure you the next time words such as these leave your lips in my direction, I will see that they are shut permanently as you will be ruined in this city. Are we at an understanding, Kylian?”
Words left her with a staunch sternness, leaving very little room for misinterpretation or even allowing him to cut in despite his efforts, of course. The Elezen man fumed with her response but as she had already gestured toward the door for him to take his leave, he stood and began to make his exit only to stop just before her. “I will prove that you had something to do with his death, Cordelia and I believe once I have that proof you will be singing a different song for me than this little charade you have going on here. Most of Ishgard has fallen to your ruse but I have not and I hold your estate’s cache. If you wish to continue to remain as comfortable as you are, you may want to play a bit nicer with me.” And with that, he slinked through the door, leaving it wide open as he disappeared into the hallway.
The ploy left her as soon as he had, her aggravation and concern with his curiosity coating her countenance like a venom taking hold of its victim. Once she was convinced Kylian was gone, she turned back to face the fireplace, walking toward it as her gaze fell distant as she stared into the dancing flames. Perhaps she was silently mulling over way to make Kylian Lemieux quiet or disappear entirely. Though just as quickly, she blinked away the daze and smiled to herself as she turned to cozy up yet again in her seat, returned the monocle to her eye and resumed her book.
Wren was due to return any day now and her information was likely to be of even further use now than it had originally been expected. Though, finding friends now fell a bit lower on things of import as her warden was going to have to work a bit of overtime now it seemed.
[ @song-of-wren for mentions]
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Cole was a charming unstable sorcerer with the unsettling ability to appear normal when the situation demands it of him. He can be both playful and obsessive with a mix of adolescent fear. Probably resulting from being an "abomination" in his family. It becomes all too clear that he is a psychopath in the past and later becomes a sociopath. As he suddenly feels emotions due to the birth of his first child. Still, he finds it ironic, funny or sad that he wanted to kill his own parents with their own magic, but his emotions confused him in the process. Still, he lacks remorse. Cole even finds the idea that someone could change him funny. He also enjoys killing people or any beings, even if there were other ways to get out of a situation. Also, he always manages to get what he wants through death threats. After becoming a heretic, his emotions intensify, especially the negative ones, so he amuses himself with the losses, pain, failures of others. Cole has dark brown short hair, blue-gray eyes and is about 1,83m tall. Over time, he neglects to shave, so he gets a three-day beard. He is usually casually dressed so he often wears a dark shirt or hoodie with dark jeans.
{Twenty-Nine year old heretic. Has lived in Chicago, Illinois since birth. Has an Apartment there from where he has a perfect view of the Skyline. Son of Mason and Miranda Kinkade (Break off contact). Father of Kylian and Valerie Amaya. Grandpa of Kirian Cole "KC" & Talisa Harlow (Twins) and Mateo and Tate Bellisario (Twins)}
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