Trophy Girl

Trophy Girl

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

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

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. domestic fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kylian!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SHELBY SISTER/FAMILY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

these stories don’t have a pairing, they are just platonically with the Shelby sister fics. so don’t forget to give them likes and comments of all your praise because the author DESERVES it!

Nelly Shelby ➵ @lovelyalways

who’s watching ➵ @zodiyack

anna’s secret ➵ @moral-turpitudes

bragging rights ➵ @nineteenninety-six

summary ➵ Shelby sister would learn to say John's name first because is the easiest to pronounce and he would brag about it until his last day.

smoke ➵ @theshelbyclan

summary ➵ The youngest Shelby sister is grieving the loss of her brother John and she’s spiralling out of control in the process, but can’t talk about any of it (a lot of angst and drama)

mine ➵ @theshelbyclan

summary ➵ When she took a job at the night club, all the second Shelby sister wanted was to be in control of her own life. Unfortunately, her brothers don’t approve.

cursed ➵ @theshelbyclan

summary ➵ After Grace’s death, Tommy is still mourning his wife. And when he sees his baby sister wearing her old things, before he can stop himself, he snaps.

the black hand ➵ @theshelbyclan

summary ➵ After I lost my twin brother, John, a part of me died as well and I could never go back to how we Shelby’s were before

royalty ➵ @randomoutsiders

summary ➵ one where the boys are sick of treating you like you’re royalty.

no one left ➵ @toms-cherry-trees

summary ➵ Even when the world is black and the ground threatens to crack underneath his feet, Tommy always has someone to count with, has he?

funeral ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ After Tommy returns home from the war, he finds his youngest sister changed, the stress of the war years wearing on her. When he recognizes the symptoms of her loneliness and depression he tries to assure her everything will be alright.

the one you never knew ➵ @toms-cherry-trees

summary ➵ Thomas Shelby never looked to those beneath him. Not even his youngest sister, the one he never got round to. And time has come for payback

innocence taken ii ➵ @unknowntoyou2205

summary ➵ Thomas Shelby has been the sole carer for his baby sister since he returned from the war, meaning that he has always been overly protective of her. At age 16, she tries to be more independent without the help of her brothers but when she gets attacked one night, she ends up pregnant and when her brother finds out, he doesn't realize that it wasn't by choice, and regrets it when Polly tells him the bad news.

when was the last time you ate? ➵ @ukrainianmotherfucker

summary ➵ She just wanted to be noteced. And Thomas did.

portrait ➵ @geekwritersworld

summary ➵ The most dangerous family in Birmingham seems to be unfazed by everything thrown at them, except the loss of their youngest Shelby.

little artist ➵ @geekwritersworld

summary ➵ Hello, I could ask one in which the younger sister of the Shelbys, maybe she is 14/15 years old wants to be an artist and she has a lot of talent but the family does not know but the art teacher one day calls the Shelbys at school to talk about her sister and they discover her talent and that she received a letter from a private school in London to study on full scholarship. Thank you for your time

Her Father's Daughter

Father! Aemond/Daughter! Reader

note: idk he would be the biggest girl dad ever

warnings: yandere content, platonic relationships, bullying, usual targaryen weirdness, readers mother is rhae's daughter, so, she's a strong, toxic relationship between aemond and his wife, au where he survives the war, older! jaehaera is here bc I love her sm,

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From the moment his daughter had left her mother's womb, Aemond had adored her.

There was no love between Aemond Targaryen and Alyssa Velaryon. After the war was won, they were married to keep the peace and keep Alyssa and her two living brothers alive. However, their marriage was cordial, and they didn't exactly hate each other. Their daughter was the product of the consummation, and while they didn't love each other, they loved their sweet girl unconditionally.

Despite the amazing relationship (Name) has with her mother, she ends up being extremely close with her father, the Prince Regent. Aemond dotes on her as if she held the entire world in her hands. His little girl was as Targaryen as they came, with her white hair and dark amethyst eyes. She enjoyed learning the history of her family and enjoyed nothing more than to go flying on her dragon (one that had survived the storming of the dragon pit).

However, little (Name) Targaryen was too much like her father sometimes. She was introverted and closed off when it came to the other children of court. She was not especially well liked by the other children, though this was only known to the princesses older cousin, grandmother, and mother.

Alyssa Velaryon, however, did not appreciate the saddened expression her daughter wore whenever she came back from the gardens. Children could be so cruel. She knew this all too well, and she is reminded of how Aemond was treated by her brothers when they were children. It is Alyssa's belief that Aemond deserves a painful life. However, her precious daughter deserved nothing but happiness. She decides to bring the entire situation to her husband's attention.

"Husband."

"Hm..?"

This is usually how their conversations go, with Alyssa speaking and Aemond barely acknowledging her. However, this would be different, considering it was about their daughter.

"It is about (Name), she has been having some difficulty with the other children at court, and I am quite worried," Alyssa says, her eyes burning into Aemond as he finally looks up from his book. He narrows his one good eye at her. That's her cue to continue. "The other children pick on her, they call (Name) 'the Kinslayers daughter'... it upsets her greatly, Husband."

At this, Aemond slams the tome shut, shooting up from his chair, the mahogany scraping against the stone floor with a viciousness that made Alyssa's ears sting. She clutches her arms as she stares at the man in front of her. She held no love for Aemond, but she couldn't help but adore how he loved their daughter.

"I will not stand for our daughter to be bullied as you were when we were children... Aemond."

He let's out one more 'hm' before leaving the room to search for his daughter.

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When he finds her, (Name) is happily reading in the library with her older cousin, Jaehaera. The two girls sit comfortably in silence as Jaehaera reads some fairytale and (Name) reads the tome on Aegon's conquest. Jaehaera notices Aemond first, the older girl nodding her head at her uncle as she gets up to leave, her emotionless face almost tender as she pats (Name) on the head, bidding her goodbye.

(Name) looks up from her book, noticing her beloved father standing near her reading spot. She smiles widely, popping out of her comfortable position nestled in her fluffed cushions to bound up to the tall man. She was short, only being eleven years of age, so she wrapped her arms around her father's waist to hug him. He smiles softly, running his finger over her temple, a gesture that he has always made towards his daughter, even when she was a baby.

"Father! I'm not a baby anymore!" She would say, but Aemond never paid her any mind.

She would always be a child to him.

"Ñuha darling riña, eman mirros naejot epagon ao." My darling girl, I have something to ask you.

(Name), much like her father, was fluent in High Valyrian. However, her mind sometimes wandered, and she had a hard time getting the words out, so she often just responded in the common tongue.

"Yes, Papa? What is it?"

Her voice was so sweet and soft, like a small kitten or bird. His gaze immediately softened, and Aemond almost regrets the threats that he sent towards those boys.

"Those boys, from house Lannister and Baratheon, they won't be bothering you anymore, Dōna riña." Aemond says this as softly as his voice would allow. The shocked expression on her face was enough for Aemond to know that he hadn't gone to his brother for no reason.

They had been hurting his daughter, and to Aemond, that was unforgivable.

"Father-" "Come now, let us read together."

Aemond settled his large frame onto the cushions where she often read. This little space in the library was due to his brother. Aegon was far from a good person, but he had done many things to make sure his daughter and niece were happy. Jaehaera and (Name) were quite close despite the young heiress' emotionless disposition.

Family was a sparse thing now, so you had to keep them as close as possible.

(Name) sits next to her father, smiling faintly as he picks up her tome on Aegon's Conquest. Aemond turns to the pages that contain Rhaenys, who was (Name)'s favorite historical figure. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, coddling her as he read.

These were the moments Aemond lived for.

girl dad targaryen men are real, GRRM told me so

I've been in an aemond mood lately

Thanx for working on my request and can I hav part 3 of I became Villains family x reader where reader hav some sort of healing power which is very strong but she is not able to handle it.....and she heals momma valentine one time when she accidentally visited her and everyone except her knew about her power..... and using her power makes her sleepy and and she often snoozes around Papa and momma valentine which they found really adorable......and it's not my fault that I keep requesting ur too good at ur work..... take care lots of love ❤..

YANDERE!VALENTINE FAMILY X FEMALE! CHILD READER (platonic)

Description<3: After the incident the House maids servants and others started noticing how the sick servants would feel better after interacting with the young lady, And soon recognize that she has healing powers except everyone has regonized them except the person with them!

Warning:

Author note: YOUR REQUEST IS SO CUTEE? Thank you for requesting again I’m glad u like my writing!! I tried my best to write as specifically as the request I hope you enjoy it sorry for bad grammar! (PT1). (PT2) part 4 will be abt Vincent maybe or I might just end it here lmk

A few weeks in the servants could no longer ignore how helpful you were!,They don’t mean with work or cleaning.

Once came a servant telling the others after talking to you he felt much better!,As he had a fever before and when talking to you,Suddenly it went away a day later.

Which was a miracle of course, But no one believed him.

Then came more and more servants one by one telling the others, That after talking to you they felt much better like they weren’t suffering anymore.

Soon the word spread threw out the entire mansion, Aria of course already knew about it, But sense her sister had come to the mansion she’d been unknowingly heal anyone that’s sick, or injured.

Aria wanted to keep her sister a secret she wanted to lock her away so that she wouldn’t help anyone, It worried her seeing you get tired so often from accidentally healing anyone that touched you or spoke to you, It only happened when you used energy and unfortunately you were very energetic. And it didn’t help that your powers were somehow advanced which meant you can practically do anything!.

Of course the maids around you didn’t want your little head to worry about your power, Your too young!!.

So when you caught wind of the sick grand duchess who probably didn’t have long to live, You wanted to see her. But when you asked about her the maids would brush it off or change the subject, It made you annoyed, “Why can’t I see the duchess” the pink haired girl thought dissatisfied.

This had been the 9th time she asked this week, The servants were slowly losing it with how many times you had asked about her, How did you even find out about her?.

“Hmmm” the girl hummed before standing up and gong to nearest maid and tugging her dress, “Oh! Young lady is there something you need” she smiled when she realized who tugged at her dress, “Yes” the girl answered immediately “How does the duchess look like” She questioned before sitting at the table with a pen and paper waiting for an answer.

The maid sat in front the girl “she has bright red eyes she also has beautiful long black hair” she said as she described the duchess to the girl who was trying to draw her to the best of her abilities.

“The duchess sounds really pretty” She exclaimed with sparkling eyes, “ will she ever get better” she asked with a hint of hope.

She contemplated on telling the girl the truth or lying, While contemplating the maid kept looking at her eyes. They were shining so bright, She felt as if she’d cry if she saw that sparkle die down.

“Of course” she chirped “she’ll get better very very soon” she reassured lying, The girls eyes got even brighter “That means I can see the duchess right?” She stood up and grabbed onto the ledge of the table.

Oh, she never thought about that, “Yes yes of course! You just need to wait for a little while”, The girl pouted she didn’t want to wait but she got an idea! “Okayyyy!” She smiled slightly sad.

After a few nights of planning and thinking, Y/n found out where the duchess’s bedroom is located, She decided to go in the evening because she realized people don’t go there in the evening mostly.

And luckily sense Aria was planning her wedding and the servants were helping her practically you can just sneak in.

Of course that’s what you did!,You snuck into Sabina’s bedroom before noticing a person sleeping which was her, you hurriedly went to her and glanced at her “Ohhh she’s rlly pretty” the girl whispered to herself.

She carefully touched the woman’s hair to look at her face fully, The girl was happy she did this, Of course she hoped she wouldn’t get caught.

“Your really pretty miss” she spoke as if she was awake.

The duchess wasn’t asleep she couldn’t sleep, She did hear sounds of footsteps she did hear the little girls voice, It was sweet, her heart was fluttering with happiness.

She felt as if her condition was getting better really better, as if she just had a fever and nothing more, not like she was on her death bed.

But the duchess wouldn’t dare open her eyes, Of course she heard about the little sister of aria, She never expected her to come in her room though.

She suspected that the reason she felt better was because of the girl in front of her, She knew in a matter of fact.

And a little while she heard the door click which meant she left, The woman quickly opened her eyes and sat upright staring at the door smiling.

After leaving the room, the girl suddenly felt really tired as if she could fall asleep anywhere, she rubbed her eyes and kept on walking till she bumped into someone.

“I see we’re walking without looking anymore huh?” Tristan voiced starring at the girl who didn’t respond but clung onto his leg and fell asleep.

A few seconds later he noticed she wasn’t responding and picked her up, He realized the girl was asleep and was contemplating on bringing her back to her bedroom.

then suddenly he remembered her request a few weeks ago about wanting to meet the duchess, So he did that and took her to the Sabina’s bedroom.

Upon arrival, Sabina already knew who the girl he was holding was.

“I thought I might drop by” he stated before walking closer and sitting on her bed with the pink haired girl still asleep.

“You look much better then a few days ago” he continued realizing her face had a lot more color then before, “Yeah and it’s all thanks to her” she said smiling, glancing at pink haired girl.

“Hm she already visited you then” he starred at the girl.

A little while later the duchess was still in recovery but was in a much better condition then before, After talking y/n finished talking to Aria who was sick she quickly ran out and headed to the dukes office.

Slowly she started to feel really really tired but she promised the duke she’d meet him today.

The girl knocked on the office door before entering, When entering she saw Tristan and Sabina sitting on chairs facing each other with food on the table. She ran and sat next to Tristan , She quickly fell asleep on his arm.

“Hmm who did she heal this time” Sabina questioned before eating the piece of cake in front of her. “Probably Aria” he replied before he smiled softly.

Sabina moved and held the sleeping kid before returning to her seat, “Adorable” she smiled softly while touching her hair.

Tristan smiled even more at the scene, If he could he’d want scenes like this to always be in his life

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

MARK MY WORDS | DARK GHOSTFACE!ETHAN LANDRY X READER | IMAGINE | 

PAIRING: Dark Ghostface!Ethan Landry x Reader SYNOPSIS: Ethan makes a dark promise and mark his words it will come true. WORD COUNT →504

WARNING(S): Ghostface!Ethan, Canon!Ethan, Based on the book Nightfall by Penelope Douglas. Dark!Ethan landry.

AUTHORS NOTE: based on two tiktoks: one and two well technically its inspired by Will Grayson from Nightfall by Penelope Douglas (I highly recommend just the tiktok gave me the motivation to write for Ethan)

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In the eerie town of Woodsborrow, where shadows seemed to stretch a little longer and the wind whispered secrets to the trees, there lived a man named Ethan Landry. He was a quiet and enigmatic figure, always wearing a mask to conceal his true identity.

Yet, beneath the chilling facade, there was a tumultuous storm of emotions within Ethan. His heart had been captivated by the enchanting Y/n Y/l/n, a woman of rare beauty and grace. He would watch her from a distance, hidden in the shadows, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Every moment spent admiring her fueled his desire to protect her, to keep her safe from the darkness that lingered in the corners of Woodsborrow.

One moonlit night, as mist curled around the ancient trees, Ethan found himself unable to restrain his feelings any longer. He cornered Y/n against a gnarled oak, his tall figure casting a daunting shadow. The moonlight revealed the intensity in his eyes as he spoke, his voice a low and gravelly whisper.

"You'll be mine," he uttered, his words dripping with a possessive fervor. "You can ignore me, you can run, you can leave, you can hide. But you're going to be **fucking** mine someday." He took a deliberate step closer, caging her against the rough bark of the tree.

Y/n's heart raced, a mixture of fear and an inexplicable attraction intertwining within her. She tried to find her voice, but it seemed to elude her in the presence of this mysterious figure.

"Come hell or high water, Y/n Y/l/n," Ethan continued, his tone unyielding. "You're my woman. You're gonna come home to me every day, sit at my table, and warm my bed. You're going to give me an Ethan Landry junior."

He reached out a gloved hand, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. The gesture was oddly tender, given the intensity of his words. Y/n could feel the pull of his presence, the magnetic force that drew her in despite her better judgment.

"Mark my words," Ethan whispered, his lips grazing her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "You're gonna want it. You're gonna beg for me, and you're gonna love me so much you can't stand it."

And as quickly as he had appeared, he melted into the shadows, leaving Y/n breathless and conflicted beneath the moonlit canopy. Ethan's dark allure was undeniable, and Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that her fate was inexplicably tied to his.

Anything with Maurizio

Her Love is my Religion

Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader

summary: Even after four years of marriage, Maurizio still loves you like it’s Day One.

word count: 1.0k+

warnings: 18+ (no sexual themes, but i DO NOT want minors interacting with my content in any capacity), this is a short one! just fluff, alcohol mention

He can see you from across the room, that dress that dips so low— shows just the perfect amount of skin. Your hair is perfectly in place, a wine glass in your hand. You’ve got the prettiest smile on your face, legs crossed at the ankle. You’re speaking to his mother. He orders himself another drink, eyes drifting from the woman he loves to the hoard of men— including his father— sitting at a table a few paces to the left. One day he’ll be at that table, discussing the future of Gucci. But for now, he stands at the bar. He admires his wife from afar. Thinks he couldn’t possibly have gotten this lucky. Like all of the stars aligned just for him.

He thanks the bartender, pushing himself off of the counter. He smoothed his jacket just a bit, hand curled around his glass as he walked over to where you stand. His free arm curls around your waist, head dipping down to press a kiss against your temple. His mother smiles warmly, hand pressed against her chest. “Mio figlio.” She sighs happily, her heart bursting. She’s so proud of where Maurizio is in his life. Of how happy he is with you on his arm. She takes a moment to admire the protective hold he has on you, before she’s looking over for her own husband— excusing herself quietly.

Maurizio smiles, giving your hip a squeeze. “Let’s head out, mia piccola colomba.” He’s tipping your chin up, making you look him in the eye before he’s kissing you. He’s not got a care in the world as he does. Doesn’t pay any mind that there are people around or the fact that you’re at an event. The way your dress hugs your body in all of his favorite places reminds him of your wedding. It reminds him of your bodies pressed close, his hands on your hips and your head on his chest as you swayed to the live music his mother insisted on for your reception. The gleam of your ring under the flashing light reminds him of that night— laying you down in the bed you’ve shared for four years now, how the lamp shone directly onto the gold, letting him know you were officially a Gucci. His wife.

You pull away from his kiss, pressing a hand against his chest with a smile. “lead the way.” you tell him, eager to slip away from the conversations you’ve had to be keeping up on. His hand, large and heavy, wraps around yours. He can feel your fingers twist and tangle into his, something you’ve always done. Ever since that fateful meeting. You’d hold his hand so tightly, let him know you weren’t going anywhere. He brings your hand to his lips as he places both his glass and yours down on an empty tray. He kisses your skin gently, using his free hand to push the door open. His mother and father spot your departure and he just gives them a subtle wave. He’s getting the night with his wife whether anyone likes it or not.

It’s not a long walk, back to your apartment. But Maurizio slips his jacket off and wraps it around your shoulders just as he had so many times before. Your heels are the next thing to leave and he reaches for them, holding them in the opposite hand he’s holding yours in. “Have fun tonight?” he asks softly.

And the truth was, yes. You did have a nice time, believe it or not. You watched Maurizio mingle with those he hasn’t seen in years. Watched him light up because of jokes, smile at ideas he hadn’t thought of, and get praised by others. You watched deep blushes set in on his cheeks at times, you saw him even hug his father. “Yeah, I had a nice time.” You admit, savoring the details for yourself. He doesn’t need to know just how closely you have been watching him tonight, he might as well have an idea already with how closely he was watching you. “We should do it again sometime.” That causes a laugh to rumble out of Maurizio’s chest. “Oh, come on Mau. It wasn’t that bad!” You laugh at yourself. Maurizio had never enjoyed these kinds of things.

Maurizio makes quick work of letting you into your home, flipping the first light switch by the door. “Let’s take a bath?” He suggests. You watch as he disappears into the bedroom off the hall, untying his tie. The ruffling of clothes followed by the sound of the tub in the master bathroom filling up. There’s a large garden tub in there, fortunately big enough for you and Maurizio. And maybe that’s exactly how Mau loves to unwind after these kinds of things. Loves soaking in the hot water, relieving all the tension in his sore muscles— as he holds you close and thanks the moon for bringing you to him.

You’re quick to discard the jacket from your shoulders, leaving it in a messy pile of fabric at the end of your sofa. When you enter your bedroom, the master bathroom door is open wide and you can see Maurizio bent over the side of the tub to adjust the temperature of the water. You let your dress fall from your body. It again, forms a small pile at the end of your bed, just as the jacket had. You smile lovingly, Maurizio has a heart of gold. Just for you. Your underwear forms another small pile at the entrance of the bathroom, your arms wrapping around his waist from behind. His hand covers where yours are locked in place and he smiles, letting you lean against his back. He loves these moments with you more than anything, the ones he can just relax into and not have to worry about the world around you. He stands up straight once the bath has settled in fully, bubbles climbing up the sides of the tub. He’s turning, pulling you into his arms. He smiles down at you, glasses still perched high on your nose. “Four years of loving you and my feelings have never changed.”

You can feel yourself growing hot, unsure if it’s from Maurizio sharing his sentiments or just how exposed you are in front of him while he’s standing in his boxers and t-shirt. His arms tighten his grip around your waist and you sigh lovingly, leaning into his chest. “Mine have never changed either, amore.”

tags ;; @peachyproserpina @eeopxlt