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𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌

you and kylian have a tradition. every friday you both are free, you always go to your local field to practice against each other.

tonight is one of those nights. right now, kylian is passing you balls to shoot into the goal.

“do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you didn’t peruse football?” you randomly ask.

“not really, no.” he pauses “do you?”

“all the time.” you say blankly as you kick another ball into the goal.

being a woman in this sport is tough on anyone, constantly having to live up to the high expectations, and to deal with the hate of you playing just for the fact you are a girl.

“i always wonder like what if i became a school teacher instead.” you say.

“i couldn’t imagine you as a teacher.”

“yeah it was a hypothetical.”

now the two of you are passing a ball back and forth. there’s a silence between you two that you can’t explain.

you’ve always had a thing for kylian. there would be times after a bad match where you would cross the line as friends.

except you want it to be real. you don’t want to suffer in silence anymore.

“i like you kylian.” the ball stops at his feet and he doesn’t pass it back. you start to feel light raindrops surround you.

“i can’t pretend like i dont.” he doesn’t interrupt “and after games when we have sex i can’t pretend like it doesn’t mean anything to me.” your eyes start to tear up

“and i need to know if you feel the same way.” as the rain gets harder, kylian walks over in a few quick steps. without saying anything, he slides his hands around your waist, pulling you into a deep kiss.

he nibbles your lip and you open your mouth, letting his tongue explore.

after a few minutes of making out and being absolutely drenched, you pull apart.

you always knew kylian to be a protective person, always wanting those he holds closest to be safe.

one day after one of his matches, you are walking around the stadium like you usually do to meet up with ky.

while you lean on a wall, you notice 3 women who you have never seen before whispering and looking your way.

you just mind your business and pay attention to whatever it is on your phone.

after a minute you hear footsteps coming your way.

you look up to be met with a fist to your nose.

“what the fuck??” you exclaim, a shooting pain spreading throughout your face. your hand shoots to your nose as it drips blood onto your white shirt.

while you try to register what is happening, another one of the girls punches your stomach. the other just stands and records.

your ears start ringing and you hear a familiar voice.

“get away from her!” he yells “don’t you DARE think about touching or hitting my wife ever again.” his security that trails behind him escorts the ladies away.

“are you okay my love?” he asks as he takes you to the medics that are still left behind from the match. you nod.

later..

kylian mbappé made a post!

k.mbappe - to all the people that decide to send my wife harmful messages, to all the people that comment on my relationship, and to the three women who attacked my wife today, this message is for you.

it is insane to me that people feel the need to go to such lengths that they feel they should attack my wife as she waits for me.

my wife has come back from the hospital with a broken nose because of these monsters.

please think about who your actions affect before you act on them.

i shouldn’t have to be making this post.

ᵈᵉᶜᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ¹⁸ ²⁰²², qᵃᵗᵃʳ

the final whistle blew, confirming argentina’s win against france at the world cup final.

you sit amongst friends and family of kylian’s in the private box. everyone is too shocked to say a word.

all you can think about is how upset your husband must be right now.

as the argentinian team celebrates, the france team stands in shock, some even shedding a few tears.

later, the car ride back to the hotel is silent.

once you get in the room, you open your arms towards kylian. it’s like he was waiting hours for a hug like that. he wraps his arms around you so tight it’s suffocating.

“it’s okay,” you say, hand stroking his head “im so proud of you.” that’s all he needs to hear to make him feel better. he places light kisses along your neck before reaching your lips.

you pull back to look at him, his eyes slightly red from crying. you stroke his cheek.

“i’m just disappointed in myself.” he mutters.

“what?!” you say, shocked. “ky, you scored three goals tonight, you’re the reason you guys even came close to winning tonight.” you pause to look at him.

“do not tell me that you’re disappointed in yourself when you did so well,” his eyes start to get watery. “you did amazing and you shouldn’t think otherwise.” he nods and gives you a kiss.

“okay, let’s have a shower and get to bed okay?” he nods.

“thank you.” he says.

“for what?” you ask.

“for just being there for me. it means a lot” you give him a soft smile.

“anytime kyky.”

you always knew kylian wanted kids someday. he would always tell you how gorgeous he thinks you would look pregnant, and saying that he’s going to be there every step of the way, no matter what his schedule is saying.

well right now, you sit on the edge of the bed you share with him, too anxious to even take a test.

for the past couple weeks you’ve been throwing up some mornings, neither of you thinking much of it, until you notice that you are late for your period.

as you sit on the edge of the bed, you hold the pregnancy test, working up the courage to take it.

after about 5 minutes, you get up and walk into the ensuite and take the test.

you quickly wash your hands and throw the test on the sink, walking away to do something else to distract you from looking for awhile.

after trying to scroll on tiktok which didn’t work as a distraction, you walk into the bathroom and look at the test.

pregnant.

you sigh, tears forming in your eyes, threatening to spill. your hand covers your mouth as you stand in shock.

you know that kylian will be over the moon to hear this, however you aren’t sure how you feel about this just yet.

without thinking about that, you rush to get your phone to text kylian.

you

ky

you need to come home

kyky ⚽️💙

??

everything okay?

did something happen?

you

sorry i know you’re at training

but i need you to come home

kyky⚽️💙

okay, be there soon

after what felt like a million years, you stand up from where you’re sitting on the couch once you hear the door open.

kylian wanders into the lounge and sees your teary expression. immediately, he crosses the room and gives you a hug.

“what’s wrong bébé?” he whispers into your hair. you sniff into his shoulder before pulling back and walking to your bedroom. he follows.

you grab the pregnancy test that sits on the bed and hand it to him. it takes him a minute to register what this means.

“you’re pregnant?” he asks, cautiously. all you can do it nod before you break down into tears again. you can’t decide if they’re happy or sad, but either way, kylian sets the test down and embraces you.

“this is a dream come true,” he says with a large smile. you let out a little chuckle “unless of course you do not want to keep this baby?”

you look up at him, head resting on his chest

“i think i want to have it.” kylian is so happy to hear this, he starts crying himself. you brush a tear from his face as you both laugh lightly. he puts a hand in your hair, kissing all over your face before he places a passionate kiss on your lips.

“i’m going to be a father.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

you love mornings like these. waking up to the smell of bacon, you quickly get out of bed, making your way to the kitchen.

you stop in your tracks when you see your gorgoues husband, kylian, standing there cooking with elise, your 6 month old, on his hip.

could he get anymore attractive? you walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his strong torso, feeling him up.

“ah! good morning bébé” he turns around and presses a lingering kiss on your lips. you then kiss elise’s forehead.

“good morning gorgeous” you direct at your daughter. you then look up at kylian, just admiring him.

you really have to admire moments like these since they happen so rarely. with kylian’s busy schedule, it’s hard to have moments like these.

since you got pregnant the first time, kylian loved it. he loved the thought that he put a baby in you, and being able to see you pregnant with that baby. starting a family with you had been his dream since he met you, which is why it isn’t surprising that you’re pregnant again, although not very far along yet.

kylian is such a great father. you love how he takes the initiative to get up in the night when elise is crying to let you rest. you love how when she hurts herself on accident, he’s always putting in so much effort to make her calm down. you love how affectionate he is towards you and elise.

kylian places his free hand on your belly. “i can’t wait for this baby to be born” he says, his voice just higher than a whisper.

“still another 7 months to go” kylian takes his eyes off of your bump, then back to you. he kisses your forehead.

elise reaches for you, which you gladly take her.

You and Désiré don’t usually fight aside from the times it’s about something stupid. But today was different.

Désiré came home from training calmer than usual. You didn’t notice something was wrong until he was limping into the bedroom.

“Baby what happened” You immediately ask as soon as he sits down, wincing as he does so.

“Just something at training” he starts “Don’t worry about it.” he dismisses.

“Désiré, you promised you’d be careful after how badly your were injured last time” Your voice laced with concern.

“Just be quiet about it okay!” He snapped, instantly regretting it as soon as he sees the look on your face. “Shit wait-“

“No, i’m sorry” you cut him off “You’re right.” You get up from the bed and leave the bedroom. Désiré follows shortly after, limping towards the kitchen where you are leant against the counter.

His face softens when he sees your teary eyes. “I’m sorry for caring.” This sentence makes him feel so bad.

“Baby i’m sorry,” Désiré starts “I know you were just caring, I shouldn’t have snapped like that.” He says pulling you for a hug. He wraps his arms around your waist as you clench your fists into his shirt.

“I was just frustrated, that’s all. I didn’t mean to take that out on you.” He pulls back slightly to give you a kiss. “Forgive me?”

𐙚 When you and Kylian started dating, you were 19 and and he was 23. You both received heavy backlash due to how young you were.

𐙚 When you were 21 and Kylian was 25, he proposed to you in the kitchen of your shared home because he was always too scared to do it in the places he took you out to.

𐙚 You and Kylian got married at a beautiful winery in Madrid. When you walked down the aisle, Kylian started crying immediately.

𐙚 The whole night, he was attached to your hip constantly telling you how gorgeous you are, and how much he loves you.

𐙚 After a year of marriage, you were 27, he was 31, you had your first child.

Kylian Mbappé ʚɞ

the twins

spain loss

enemies to lovers

private but not secret

head cannons

father kylian

it’s a dream come true

comfort and kisses

don’t touch my wife

late night kicks

Désiré Doué ʚɞ

kiss and make up

Jobe Bellingham ʚɞ

coming soon..

Jude Bellingham ʚɞ

In private, Kylian hands are all over you, he never stops touching you.

In public, Kylian will give soft kisses on top of your head.

In private, Kylian enjoys kissing your lips every chance

On social media, you rarely post each other.

On your seperate close friends and family account, Kylian posts you every other day.

When fans and interviews ask about you, Kylian can’t stop the grin that spreads onto his face before giving vague answers.

Well lately, Kylian has been noticing something about himself. He’s been walking by your office more often, peaking through the window to see who you are tending to.

Getting jealous when seeing you talk to another teammate, even your own co-workers for gods sake!

Right now, Kylian is in training, doing whatever drills he is being instructed to do. You sit to the side, quietly observing.

Kylian runs towards the ball to shoot it into the goal, however, when he puts his foot onto the ground, he seizes up. He collapses onto the floor in pain, clutching his knee.

Even though you don’t particularly like Kylian, it’s your job to make sure he’s fit for playing. Without a second thought, you rush over to him. Both you and a medic stand above him as he still looks visibly in pain. You crouch beside him.

“Hey-“ You start, Kylian cuts you off.

“No, i’m not doing sessions with you.” He says.

“How else do you expect to get better if you don’t know what you need to do?” You question. He doesn’t answer, instead he gives you a glare.

“Always have to be impossible don’t you,” You stand. “Come see me tomorrow at 10.”

Kylian makes a mental note to get there late to piss you off. He nods in response to you.

The next day, you sit in your office doing some paperwork when you notice the time. 10:07. That bastard. As if on cue, Kylian barges in.

“Kylian! so nice of you to finally turn up” You mock.

“Calm down, it’s only 7 minutes late.” He says, moving to sit on the prepped table.

You sigh as you roll your chair over to him, level with his knee.

“So, what’s the pain scale right now?” You ask, poking his knee a bit to get a feel on what’s wrong.

“Like a 6 maybe.” He winces as you press onto a particularly sore spot.

After about 30 minutes of stretching his leg and moving him about with his constant whining, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. You give him some exercises to do, and recommended that he sits out of the next few trainings. You’re quick to dismiss him, having been around him for too long.

Kylian wouldn’t say it out loud to anyone, but he finds you attractive. It kills him thinking about it. He knows he has no chance since you make it clear how much you dislike him. It’s his fault anyway, after his first interaction with you, he just decided he didn’t like you, so you gave the same energy.

Fuck. What was he going to do.

He hates you but he finds himself looking for you in a room full of other people.

He hates you but seeing you pitchside brings a smile to his face that he wouldn’t dare show to anyone else.

He hates you but he gets jealous when you have to tend to a player that isn’t him.

He hates you except he doesn’t hate you at all.

So instead, he starts being nice. He brings you hot chocolate in the morning since he learnt that you hate coffee. He finds himself standing closer to you than needed. He finds himself brushing by you so he can feel just a bit of your touch.

You aren’t dumb. You can see what’s going on, so you wait for him to confess.

A couple weeks later of his antics, he finds himself standing outside your office door, debating if he should go in or just leave. He opens the door.

You look up to see Kylian.

“Hey did you nee-“ He cuts you off.

“I can’t keep doing this.” He starts

“Doing what?”

“Pretending I hate you when I don’t.”

You don’t know what to say, so you let him continue.

“I don’t know why I was such a dick to you, and why I thought that pretending to hate you would make my feelings go away.” He paces around your office.

“I mean, you’re the most gorgeous person I’ve layed eyes on. And of course you probably hate me because of how I acted to you-“ Before he can keep talking, you stand so you are right in front of him, nearly touching.