sāil nāy a plus dāavenir (il nous reste un souvenir)
It happens in an instant, sudden, like a flash ā weeks, months later, Kylian will remember it, he thinks, as if they moved in a daze, as a memory, dreamlike, something imagined.
For anyone whoās recently followed me on this blog or interacted with me after reading my Kylise fics, just wanted to let you know from now on, Iāll only be posting on my main blog, @chumbay same as my ao3 name.
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Kylise a/b/o drabble (?) please keep in the mind I do not speak English very well and this was meant for an exercise to help me learn! I had this in the locker and thought I would post it anyway.
Kylian has cherished Michael's smell since they first met. When training camp for the French national team started, and Michael walked onto the pitch for the first time, Kylian had almost sniffed the air in pure amazement. Or Shock, was it?
Blueberry, blackberry, and the delicious smell of vanilla clogged up his nose at the time. It really took effort for him not to shove his face into Michaelās neck and inhale. He knows thatās wildly inappropriate and that Michael wouldāve hated that with a passion.
It took Michael a bit to come out of his shell, especially considering heās still somewhat in it. Itās okay, though; it's just made Kylian treasure his now-common smile. He still longs to suffocate in that delicious smell, biting and nipping at Michaelās mating bite while taking deep breaths and getting drunk off the smell of his omega. Kylian has come to terms with the fact that Michael does not really see him that way and never will, and heās made his peace with it.
The point is that- after they lose to Spain and head to a bar where Michael starts smelling too much alcohol and other alphas, Kylian knows itās time to take him back to their hotel room.
It takes a lot of stumbling and random mumbled incoherent words from Michael before they reach their shared hotel room. Kylian lays Michael on the bed and makes sure to put a glass of water and some medicine on his side table, leaving for his own bed right next to Michaelās after taking some time to stare at his sleeping face.
Kylian tosses and turns in his own too-soft bed before a strange, loud rumble fills the room. At first, Kylian thinks itās construction on the next building over, honestly, until he turns to stare at Michael again and realizes itās coming from him. Michael.
Michaelās purring.
Kylianās not stupid; he knows itās a part of omega biology. Omegas purr when theyāre happy or trying to soothe- and some purr more leniently than others. Some omegas may only purr around their friends and family, while others may purr around a barista theyāve just started talking to. Kylian doesnāt really know where Michaelās leniency is when purring, since he hasnāt before.
Kylian is amazed. He grew up around no omegas, and none of his friends had ever purred around him, let alone in public. Even with Michael asleep, it feels so special to hear him so relaxed. His thoughts betray him as he wishes he could curl up around Michael, feel the purring chest to chest and let Michael know heās loved.
Except these are all stupid, irrational thoughts. Michael is not his and will never be. Theyāre friends. Heās just having a good dream, probably of family back home. Kylian finds solace in the fact that at least Michael feels safe enough to purr while theyāre in the same room.
Eventually, Kylian falls asleep to the vibrations of Michael purring.
I tried to make Kylian sound kind of lovestruck to a fault, if that is the words to say it. I hope I succeeded! Iāve been told I write Kylian really out of character which is always going to be there in real people fiction, but if you have any constructive criticism to help please let me know. Any corrections on my English or words are welcome. :)
oh i KNOW he threw a tantrum that night š¤ been SO ridiculously spoiled that sharing kyky wasn't even a concept to him lmao. oh mikey baby... ofc kyks had to fuck the brat out of him but did he learn anything?