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rapports-de-combat · 5 days

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small and nameless things as inspired by an extremely cute picture that @mandatorycommunistbrunchhour drew and drawing upon concepts that @phatburd introduced in phantoms of the opera

mildly gory, violent, eldritch, inspired by multiple things, not particularly comprehensible without context

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Today, Citoyen Ombré was very small. It liked to be small when it was swimming next to Bory because Bory had the biggest smile when it was small. There were so many smiles back in the theatre of that cracked heart! But they were the same smiles, over and over, and the prima donna didn't even know them.

It had seen the prima donna a few more times from a distance. The prima donna was the closest thing it had to a parent, if a parent was something that made you from raw materials.

But from what it had listened to of the painted Soult speaking to his mistlike wife, a parent was meant to guide you and raise you into a proper member of society. There was no need for that in the theatre of the cracked heart because everything had been made into a tableau echo of the prima donna - society was immediately formed from that which had been there before, ready to welcome the prima donna in.

That was a reason why a writhing of collaborative tendrils had found it interesting when bilateral people came into the orchestra lair and started talking! And then after receiving such nice tasty food, it had received something even better - a name!

To name a thing is to force perception onto it. It isn't the only way - any sense and any understanding will do that - but it is a more permanent thing. Some do consider this to be violence. But Citoyen Ombré didn't much mind because it was so interesting and new!

And there were so many interesting and new things outside of the theatre of the cracked heart, and outside of where it had been before that - that place where nothingness swam in nothingness before names and numbers.

That was why Citoyen Ombré liked the painted Soult because the painted Soult was so nice, and so was that written Lameth and Caroline and that boney one, but mostly it liked Soult because Soult gave it a name and a choice. And so it concluded that Soult was a parent, though it still owed much to the prima donna of the theatre of the cracked heart.

It was sad it hadn't had the chance to show off its bilateral body plan to Soult because Soult was gone. Ah, well, that would be a nice surprise!

And it also liked the servants of the painted one like Lameth! They were a lot like tentacles but more independent. Only five of the servants had substance which was written and wasn't mistylike, but all of them were like... were like that word, which was uncle?

There was the three who were full of words - Saint-Chamans had hair that was just as everywhere as Citoyen Ombré's tentacles and was very funny, Petiet liked it when you patted him and paid attention to him and Brun was always trying to make sure everything was moving correctly. And then Lameth was copies of words but also was very funny.

But its favourite servant was Bory, who was full of wriggly lines. Some of the lines were like leaves but a lot of the lines were like lands. But even apart from that Bory was really interested in Citoyen Ombré and liked to make almost faithful representations of the parts of Citoyen Ombré! And when Citoyen Ombré as inspired by Brother Lenoir stretched and took on a bilateral symmetry, Bory was so fascinated he made even more representations!

What fun!

And now Citoyen Ombré was going to surprise Bory by staying outside of his perception and then abruptly entering it. A lot of the time that made Bory laugh.

But, here, there was something that wasn't Bory, and it wasn't Lameth or Saint-Chamans or Petiet or Brun, and it wasn't mistylike in the way that was like that existence before the theatre of the cracked heart so it wasn't like the nice Luise or Pierre or Franceschi, and it wasn't painted like Soult.

Oh, it was a thing. It had fivefold extremities and from four of those sprouted fivefold more, and it had a bilateral bodies like a lot of the other things here. It had what the nice Bory called biology, which has things like skin and veins and arteries and blood and bones, even if these things don't really line up because this is more of a land of narrative than of physics, this lands of the dead and the not-living.

Biology can coexist with other things, here. It's like how the painted Soult can breathe and talk and bruise, but can also crack apart into splinters.

So!

Citoyen Ombré was curious, and it was currently small, so it went up to the person and said bonjour.

The person turned to look at Citoyen Ombré, and it did not have eyes inside its biology. Instead, it had that which is not.

And to you and I, this not would look like void or space, or sometimes static or failure. To Citoyen Ombré, without eyes but with dark perception, this not was a lot like blinding terrifying light.

Normal sunlight will scatter the shadows and destroy what this thing of shadows is. What about a light that is not light, but is simply not?

So of course Citoyen Ombré was scared! Citoyen Ombré did not really know what the not was, even in that time before the theatre of the cracked heart, even in that time before names and numbers. It once thought maybe that the not was a lot like the darkness, but that's wrong.

Darkness is a name of that which lacks light, and therefore it is a something. And that was why Citoyen Ombré did not mind being named, because in the beginning, even in that time before names and numbers, when it was just potential and structure, it was always going to be made of the thing that would be called darkness.

The not is not anything, until the moment that you perceive it. Until that moment when you looked at it, or felt it, or heard it, or named it, it was innocent. And then, perhaps like the squall of a babe or the hiss of a scuttling thing, it will react.

If it can't get used to what you have done to it, then it will set itself against you for the crime you have committed against it.

With the brimming emptiness of what it wished it could be once again, the not-person reached out and tried to tear apart Citoyen Ombré into nothingness. But, Citoyen Ombré was fast, and it jumped into a shadow, quicker than closing curtains!

In the shadows, Citoyen Ombré was no longer very small, but was gathering whatever shadows it could, before it reached out with as many tendrils as it could and closed around the not-person and its biology, constricting and tightening as much as it could to stamp out all of that not and all of that surrounding biology.

And that was why, when it was small again, when Citoyen Ombré went up to Uncle Bory and surprised him, Bory was really surprised.

"Little Ombré, are you covered in blood?!"

And that was how Citoyen Ombré learned about "bathtime".

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#napoleonic roleplay scene #descriptions narratives d'incidents enregistrés #citoyen ombré #signalements d’un ennemi de l’existence

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miak19 · 11 months

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J'ai appris (peut-être après tout le monde, je ne sais pas), que Skyblog va disparaitre et j'ai l'impression que c'est une partie de moi qui va disparaitre

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freddieraimbow74 · 3 days

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Toi , le plagiariste de covers de star maker, Que met les covers des autres à disposition ( la voix des inconnus de plagiat ; ne m’intéresse pas) essaye de crier à la Roger Taylor

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dialoogid · 15 days

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ppwbm-blog · 6 months

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Musique, IA et Valeurs : Protéger la créativité dans un monde algorithmique

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iweb-rdc001 · 10 months

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Kinshasa-Urgent : Des morts enregistrés à la suite de l’exploision d’un camion citerne à Rond Ngaba

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africafinancialtimes · 10 months

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nesadomipu · 2 years

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mifanomimic · 2 years

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povurokahiti · 2 years

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rapports-de-combat · 22 days

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"spicy bananas - whatever those two have going on"

sort of saint-chamans/lameth, snippet alongside the roleplay verse, thanks to @the-adventures-of-lydia-brown for the inspiration for the above title

weird body horror slice of life

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It had not been long since the ADCs of Marshal Soult had been awoken. It, of course, had been a disorienting experience - to awaken after death, and not just as how you remembered yourself, but from a long gone age of youthful military glory in a time when you had pledged yourself to a grand warrior.

Saint-Chamans was trying very hard not to think about some things. It made his head hurt- thinking about about how he felt about his marshal in both of those restorations, as he rallied to the rightful rulers of France, but also he was loyal now because he was young - and handsome again! - and it felt like those days when the Grande Armee was actually grand had never ended, and let's not think about the July Monarchy's betrayal of everything and Soult's role in that and arrrgh.

Instead, he was going to think about the hole in Lameth's chest, which was also disturbing but for other reasons.

“Does it hurt?” Saint-Chamans asked.

“When I fell from heaven?”

Saint-Chamans couldn’t stop himself from snorting, though he tried to stifle it with a groan, and in return Lameth’s grin was resplendent.

“No, I mean-“

“I know what you mean, my friend.”

Saint-Chamans watched as Lameth looked down dramatically, gesturing at the burned tears and rips that permeated his form. One particularly large hole punctured where his heart should have been, interrupting a few familiar sentences about a raucous drinking party disturbing the sleep of a surly marshal.

Lameth smirked. “If you think about it,” he said, his tone singsong in his teasing way, “I am rather like Eve, no?”

“Uh, what do you mean?”

“Was Eve not made from Adam’s rib?” And then, abruptly, Lameth reached out and prodded Saint-Chamans’ side.

“Ow!”

Lameth laughed. “Ha! In a way, I myself am made from your rib. And Brun’s, and Petiet’s. I do appreciate all the ribs.”

“Lameth,” said Saint-Chamans, “that is a very weird thing to say.”

This was met with a shrug. “It’s true, is it not? You are made of your words, and I can read it now- what is it, pure Saint-Chamans for your nephews to drink? Rather odd phrasing, that.”

“You don’t have to say it like that,” Saint-Chamans said, a bit put out. “I meant it as in I’m not adulterating or disguising what I am.”

“Oh,” Lameth said, “I know, my dear friend.” He winked. “I won’t grimace! But, ah, my point- I never got the chance to write down my words, so I am made of yours.”

He took Saint-Chamans’ gloved hand in his own, where a few anecdotes about Boulogne wound about the fingers. At the gentle touch, Saint-Chamans found himself suddenly nervous, suddenly wanting to pull away from whatever Lameth was talking about, but that was stupid.

Lameth pulled Saint-Chamans’ hand towards him, placing it in the hole in his chest. “This is not comfortable,” he said.

“Then why are you doing it!”

Lameth shrugged, still holding onto Saint-Chamans’ hand. “You did ask if it hurts,” he said. “Not as much as it looks. Does it look particularly bad?”

He couldn't lie, not to a friend he held so dear, not to someone he mourned the death of so.

"Yeah," said Saint-Chamans. "You look like shit."

"Sapristi!" Lameth said, with another laugh. "I hadn't noticed. Do you think the ladies will run in fear of me?"

Saint-Chamans frowned. He really didn't want to say yes.

Lameth had been so handsome. He had his share of dalliances and mistresses, yeah, and he had left those behind along with a loving family and a future when he got murdered on that road in Portugal.

And now he was resurrected, not by the Lord's hand, but by a benefactor who had raised him and Saint-Chamans and the others to serve their marshal again in some weird war against creatures that should not be and enemies who wanted to unmake reality, and Saint-Chamans had no idea how Lameth could even smile about all of that because this was just all too much!

"Anyone in there?"

Oh, he was just silent while he was thinking. Swallowing, Saint-Chamans said, "Uh... you still look handsome."

Lameth's response was very quick. "As long as I look handsome to you!"

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"Well, you haven't removed your hand from my chest yet, so I think this means we are married, no?"

Apparently ink on faded paper could still blush so very much.

Unfortunately, that was also when Petiet walked into the room.

"We weren't doing anything weird, I swear!"

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#descriptions narratives d'incidents enregistrés #rapport d’action des adcs de dalmatie #adc saint chamans #adc lameth

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pabitojaho · 2 years

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mbappeslover · 1 year

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écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | part two.

kylian mbappé x f! reader.

saw this edit on tiktok by strkvoid!!! they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.

y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.

read part one first.

read finale.

“and then, he says he’ll call me in the morning. like what?”

y/n got home later that night and the first thing she did was call her friend to tell her of the events that went down.

“y/n, relax. i don’t know why you’re thinking so hard when it’s crystal clear.” y/n friend says.

“what’s crystal clear?” y/n asks.

y/n hears a deep sigh over the phone.

“you are such a idiot. it’s clear that he likes you, y/n! he’s interested in you.”

“but, i am his personal assistant. that can’t happen, he can’t be interested in me. do you want me to lose my job? i know i don’t.” y/n whines.

“i don’t know about you, but no regular boss does that to someone he only sees as a worker. an assistant… i’m just saying, if i were in your position, i’d be thinking of things to do when i become a wag.”

“shut up! i am not going to be a wag, i cannot stand you. plus, he literally hates me.” y/n rebuttals.

“again y/n, let’s use our brains. didn’t he say he had a reason. he was flirting with you and you think it’s nothing! you better go to his house tomorrow to find the answer.”

“okay, mom. you better be right about this.” y/n accepts in defeat because her friend is making a great point.

“mhm. i’m so tired, go to sleep y/n.”

“goodnight.” y/n says before hanging up.

you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s 8am.

‘who’s calling me at this time.’ you think to yourself.

still halfway asleep, you answer groggily.

“hello, who’s this?”

“waouh, j'ai mal. pourquoi mon numéro n'est pas enregistré? (wow, i am hurt. why is my number not saved?)”

fuck.

hearing the voice of the caller, you fully wake up immediately.

“no, no, kylian. i do have your number saved, i just, you just woke me up and i was still asleep, so i, i just answered the phone without lookin-“

“relax, i’m just joking. bonjour, y/n.”

even if it was way too early, kylian’s voice being the first thing you heard after waking up; it had to be the best thing ever.

“bonjour kylian, comment vas-tu? quelque chose est arrivé? (hello kylian, how are you? did something happen?)” you greet him back.

“no, nothing happened. i told you i would call you in the morning. i wanted to inform you that i decided to take a day off. so, you also have a day off.” he says.

“oh okay, is that all?” you ask.

“yes, that’s all. i’m outside of your building, get dressed and come down.”

you immediately sit up, removing the sheet off of yourself.

“what?! how are you? why are you…? you know what. didn’t you say today was my day off?” you question, confused.

“who said you’d be working? just come downstairs.” he says before hanging up the phone.

you calmly set your phone aside, before picking up a pillow, holding it up to your face and screaming in frustration.

you didn’t know what you were expecting, it sure as hell wasn’t that.

you hop in the shower and get dressed, wearing a black crop top, with black oversized cargo pants and panda nike dunks. you do a quick hairstyle and no-makeup makeup look before rushing downstairs.

it was a bit chilly in paris today, and you forgot to grab your coat before leaving the house.

you got downstairs but didn’t see the usual all-black van with extra dark tinted windows. it’s the car most celebrities drive in.

‘i thought he said he was outside…?’ you wonder, the wind making you shiver a bit.

you were about to pull out your phone to call him, when a red ferrari 488 pista pulls into the driveway.

the windows were tinted so you couldn’t tell who it was.

till the driver stepped out the car.

it was kylian. and, kylian looked so good.

he was wearing black airforce ones, cargo pants that cuffed at the ankles, a black shirt, with a light brown leather jacket.

you saw him outside of his practice uniform, it was usually athletic clothing, like a nike tech.

but, this?

he was all dressed up, and looked so nice.

“hello, y/n. over here! i knew you’d take a little while so i decided to get us something hot to drink in the meantime.” he said waving.

you walk up to kylian.

“this is yours? you’re so fancy.” you say in a teasing tone, running your index finger along the shiny exterior.

“yeah and rich.” he says confidently. he had his elbow propped up against the car door.

“whatever, you’re just kylian the crybaby in my eyes.” you scoff jokingly.

“don’t get too comfortable, miss y/l/n. i’m still your boss.” he says in a warning tone, of course, joking.

“you’re right. i don’t wanna go back to getting mean mugged all day for no reason.” you say, leaning against the car, crossing your arms.

“you know, you still have to explain to me why i deserved that.” you continue.

kylian just looks at you, up and down.

“where’s your coat? didn’t you know it’d be a bit chilly today? you look like you’re freezing.” he asks.

“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.” y/n says, a little disappointed.

kylian’s pov:

“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.”

there she goes with the unintentional pouting again, she just doesn’t know how cute she is.

on top of that, she had the nerve to dress so simple yet look so stunning.

he began to take off his jacket.

“what are you doing?” the woman in front of him questions.

“what does it look like i’m doing, cher?” he says trying to hand over the jacket to her.

y/n looked at the jacket, then looked at kylian.

‘please don’t be difficult.’ he hopes to himself

“i’m not wearing it.” y/n says before turning around, making her way the the passenger side.

he follows behind.

“yes, you are. you’re going to wear it.”

she reached to open the door, kylian quickly maneuvered in front and opened it for her.

“i’m going to make sure you won’t have to touch any door when with me.” he says to her, he didn’t realize how close they were to each other.

y/n’s pov:

he always does this. these small moments where they’re saying so much, yet so little.

her heart was beating, fast. abnormally fast.

after an intense stare down, y/n complies.

“fine, give me your stinky jacket.”

“stinky? you’re childish. i could never stink and you know that.” kylian says smirking as y/n slides on the jacket.

“he swears he’s all that and a bag of chips.” mumbles to herself.

“huh, what was that?” he says.

“nothing, what’s the plan for today?” you question, entering the car, kylian made sure you were properly seated, before closing the door for her and jogging to the driver’s seat.

“put your seatbelt on and here, this is for you. i got you some ginger-lemon tea. it tastes amazing.” he says pointing to the cup holder.

you thank him as he starts the car.

you sip on the tea, as you look out the window. you still didn’t know what the plan was today, but, obviously you weren’t gonna ask anymore questions because he wasn’t going to answer anyway.

it’s quiet, extremely quiet. but, it isn’t awkward, it’s quite nice.

why does the world suddenly slow down when i’m with my boss?

it’s ten minutes into the drive and kylian break the silence.

“earlier, you asked me what’s the plan. today’s plan is i’m taking you shopping.”

you choke on your drink.

“no.” you say after clearing your throat.

“no?” kylian questions, taking his eye off the road for a second to analyze your face.

“but, why?”

“why? just because.” kylian answers.

“you’re lying.” you shoot at him.

“yes, i am.” he shoots back.

kylian’s pov:

“what’s your deal?” she questions him.

“i can’t treat my assistant out to some shopping?” he says.

obviously, this isn’t normal. but, he likes y/n. he’s accepted that.

he still feels bad about the way he treated her.

he wants her.

“you’re not fooling anyone. i see right through you, mr. mbappé.” she scoffs.

“it’s kylian.” he replies, smirking.

they spent most of the day together at an extremely fancy mall in the heart of paris. places where only the elite shop: athletes, models, actors. so, the two didn’t need any security or had to worry about running into fans and paparazzi. it was just the two of them.

or at least they thought.

it was around 12 o’clock when they finished going through every store.

kylian bought y/n too many things.

when they first made it there, y/n refused to even set her eyes on anything in the shops because they were insanely expensive.

“we aren’t leaving here till you buy at least three items, please, i wanna do this for you. buy whatever you please.” kylian says to y/n.

y/n sighs before accepting it, she was grateful but she didn’t wanna use his money.

a few stores later, she lets kylian purchase exactly three things for her: christian louboutin so kate red bottoms, jacquemus asymmetric draped midi dress, and the chanel classic double flap bag.

the whole time kylian couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. he felt so happy, seeing y/n wear his leather jacket and him paying for anything that grabbed her attention.

they were making their way back to the car. kylian holding the bags.

“11.9K, not bad.” kylian says humorously.

“stop it, i will literally turn us back around and go return everything.” y/n says, still feeling a little bad for letting him spend that much.

he laughs.

“seriously, thank you, kylian. i’ll make sure to work over time to pay you back.” y/n says observing his face. if y/n had to choose her favorite part of kylian, it’d probably be his eyes. they were beautiful. big and clear. or his personality, he said so much, even when saying little. he had amazing comedic timing.

“pay me back? i offered to do this for you. i wanted to do it. i don’t expect to receive anything back.”

okay. she couldn’t deny it anymore. since day one, y/n was attracted to kylian. no doubt. he’s smart, he’s talented, he’s strong minded, with a strong heart. he’s an inspiration.

she smiled big, opening her arms to engulf kylian into a hug.

it obviously took him by surprise as he stumbled back. but, tried his best to hug her back with the bags in his hands.

they hug for a lengthy time. taking in each other’s warmth, shuffling from side to side. kylian smelled amazing, like a smoky, deep aroma.

y/n backed up, still at a close proximity with both hands on his shoulders.

“thank you, a million times. are you hungry? let’s go to your house. i’ll make you something very good to eat. c’mon.” you say, intertwining your hands with kylian’s sorta dragging him to the car.

you felt like you were in primary school again, having a stupid little crush and being all excited over it.

you two arrived to his penthouse. even if you were here the day before, you were still amazed at the beauty of his apartment.

you handed kylian back his coat, thanking him once more for letting you hold onto it this morning.

“i’ll set these down over here for you.” kylian says, referring to the shopping bag.

you hummed in response. making your way to the kitchen. looking through the fridge and cabinets to see what you’d be able to make.

kylian made his way to the kitchen island and took a seat there, watching you.

you turn around, “how does oven baked chicken and rice sound?”

“good. is there any way i can help?” he asks.

“mmm… no. just sit there and look pretty.”

“you think i’m pretty?”

“go to your room, kylian.”

“you said it, can’t take it back.”

“leave the kitchen, right now. go watch tv or something. the food won’t take long.” you say, shoo-ing him away. he laughs before getting up, plopping himself on the couch and turning on some tv.

he’s always laughing, loud and goofy.

you like it.

it was now 1 o’clock.

the food was ready. this time, two plates and two empty glass cups were set on the island.

“kylian, the food is ready, come eat!” you call out.

he gets up immediately and makes his way to to kitchen.

you see him approach with wide eyes, each second he gets closer, he gets even more amazed at the food.

“you don’t know how hungry i was, smelling the food didn’t help me much either. seeing it up close, is even better. how can you cook so well? i could kiss you right now.” he says enthusiastically, sitting down on the stool chair.

what did he say???

“ok, kiss me, what’s stopping you?” you chuckle, you were joking, but, serious. there was some seriousness in that sentence.

kylian looked up from the food fast, you could tell by his expression he wasn’t expecting you to say that.

“i’m just kidding. oh my gosh. you look like you were about to catch a heart attack, kissing me wouldn’t be that bad, you know.” you say playfully.

“anyways, what would you like to drink? water or orange juice. those are literally the only drinks you have in your fridge.” you ask, changing the subject.

“water would be fine, thank you.” you pour water into the two glass cups. you put the water back into the fridge and make your way around the island to sit next to kylian.

you two eat, sometimes occasionally staring at one another, and laughing when eye contact is made.

again, it’s nice.

you set your utensil down, sipping on some of the water before starting conversation.

“oh yeah, you told me you’d tell me why you treated me that way. i feel like now is the perfect time.”

he looks up, chewing the remaining food—wiping his mouth with some paper before sighing.

“yea i did tell you i would, it’s a long story but i’ll shorten it for you.”

it’s quiet, he looks to be deep in his thoughts. he looks hurt?

he begins, “i had a personal assistant before you. i got along with him very well. i thought we were buddies, we hung out like friends. multiple articles began coming out, stuff like ‘people close to young football prodigy reveals his terrible attitude and large ego.’ my manager and i thought it was just press doing their thing for some clicks and views. till more personal information of mine began to spread.”

he stops, sighing hard again.

“i just don’t know what i did for him to do that… we found out it was my assistant spreading rumors about me. things that were untrue, he got paid to fabricate stories. it really ruined my reputation. and it messed with me, i thought i had a genuine friendship with the guy.”

you pat and rub kylian on the back.

“oh, kylian. i’m so sorry.”

he looks you in the eye.

“no, y/n. i’m sorry. when i got the news of me getting a new personal assistant, i didn’t like the idea of it at all. i didn’t wanna have to deal with something like that again. so to make sure history wouldn’t repeat itself, i was awful to you. to see if you’d ‘rat me out’ to those gossip blogs. and i feel terrible, because you’re so sweet.”

you take his hands into yours.

“i forgive you.” you say, smiling sweetly at the man next to you.

he smiled, radiantly.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no problem, now, if you’re done, let me put your dish in the sink and go sit on the couch. i’ll cheer you up.” y/n says, gently removing her hand from kylian’s while getting up.

he listens, making his way to the couch.

kylian’s pov:

‘she’s perfect. she’s the one for me and she just doesn’t know it yet. i don’t care if she’s my personal assistant, i don’t want to be her friend. i want her.’ kylian thinks to himself while sitting on the couch. the only thing making noise is his mind and the water running as y/n clean the dishes.

y/n’s so patient and polite with him. he wants to build a healthy relationship with her.

his mind was making so much noise that he didn’t register that the girl on his mind, was seated next to him. staring at him.

“are you alright, mbappé?”

“hm? yes, yes i’m fine, y/l/n. so, how are you gonna cheer me up?” he responds.

“i’m gonna put on the dress you got for me, for you.”

‘i have got to be the luckiest man on earth.’ he thinks.

he’s rendered speechless. he didn’t know what to say so he just nods.

he watches y/n grab the bag and make her way to the bathroom.

for some reason, he’s nervous.

‘you’re acting like a virgin right now, loosen up.

you bastard, i am not acting like a virgin.

you sure are.

no i’m not. i am kylian mbappé. virgin who-‘ he says arguing with his consciousness.

he sees her walk out the bathroom.

y/n is the most beautiful person kylian has ever set his eyes on.

he sees she’s shy, kinda reserved as she walks towards him with a small smile on her lips.

“so, do you like it?

‘what sort of question is that?’ he wonders.

“do i like it, y/n? i love it. it hugs you in all the right places.”

he sees her blush.

“you’re cute, y/n. behind all that fiesta girl act you put up, you’re a little sweetheart.” he says, trying to get her to blush more.

it works as her smile beams.

he quickly grabs the remote, going on youtube and typing in a song.

he clicks on the video and the song begins, lyrics filling up the room.

‘j’ai pas fait semblant, j’te jure.’

he makes eye contact with her, smirking.

“it’s our song.” y/n says.

“yes, our song. come here, let’s dance. you look gorgeous.” he says, getting up.

they slowly close in on each other, shy giggles being shared. soft touches being placed.

‘partir, venir, mourir, courir.’

kylian has his hands wrapped around y/n’s waist, y/n’s arm around kylian’s neck. they weren’t making eye contact, but, they were pressed up against each other. in a tight hug as they swayed to the beat.

‘je te dirai que je t’aime.’

kylian lifts his face from the curve in your neck.

“you smell so good.” he whispers in your ear.

a feeling in your stomach began to tumble in at the breathlessness of his voice.

at that time, nothing mattered to the neither of you. forgetting that kylian’s your boss and you’re his personal assistant.

you look at him.

eyes connecting, like always.

“mhm?” you say, looking back into his eyes.

“oui.”

you two just look into each other’s eyes, then at each other’s lips, before the eyes again. their song playing in the back.

at the same time, you two lean in.

‘tais toi, écoute chérie. j’ai pas le temps.’

your lips meet.

one word to describe it: euphoric.

it was intense, but, soft and short. like the feelings they started growing for each other in such a short time.

they pulled back at once, they’re always connected, in sync with each other.

‘courir, partir, venir, mourir.’

kylian is the first to dive back into the kiss with more passion. y/n reciprocated it back. it’s like craving a sweet caramel candy, knowing you shouldn’t eat it because of cavities.

it feels so right, though.

his hands went lower, lightly gripping your bottom before caressing it.

“wait, kylian.” you say backing up from the kiss.

“is everything ok?” he asks concerned, backing up from you to give you space.

“c'était parfait. (it was perfect.)” you answer.

“but, this isn’t right. i’m your personal assistant, kylian.” you continue.

“so? i don’t care about that, obviously. i know this is a drastic change, but i want there to be an us. i’ve been attracted to you since the day i saw you in the psg office. i really wish we could’ve met under better circumstances, but, i still wanna get to know you. we can move at your pace.” he explains, getting closer to you, placing his hand around your waist again.

y/n thinks about it.

‘écoute chérie, c’est maintenant.’

she looks into the eyes of the boy who’s on her mind, all the time.

“i do have a tiny crush on you, sir. we’ll work this out, right?”

“yes, we will.” kylian says, landing his lips onto y/n’s.

a/n (author’s note):

y’all the clutch for this was insaneee, i was so motivated thanks to the kindness i received from dropping écoute chérie part one. i hopeeee y’all enjoy this, it was so fun to write. it’s not completely revised as of rn so if u see any mistakes, it should be fixed in short time. as the saying goes… it’s calm before the storm. ecouté chérie part three is on the way! thank u for reading <333

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