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Sep 9, 2025

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ona batlle x gk!reader

reader is a goalkeeper for lyon. whenever she and ona play against each other, they seem like regular friends, but off the pitch, it’s… something else.

warnings: injury?

When you heard the sounds of multiple pounding knocks on your hotel room after losing the Champions League final, you knew you were in big trouble.

You met Ona while playing against one another while you were in the Lyon academy, and she was in La Masia. Before that game, you'd never really played any clubs outside of France, but it was exciting. Your coach told everyone in the locker room that it was okay to lose or tie the game, but it wasn't okay for you. You wanted to win.

And you did. The game was tied 1-1 after the first half, and you walked back out onto the pitch feeling re-energized. You watched blurs of blue and red running towards you with the ball, and your instincts kicked in. Someone shot, and you dove to the ground, saving the ball.

Something about your save made your team look brand new, and Lola ran forward and scored the game-winning goal. Everyone celebrated, of course, but when it came time to shake hands with the other team, something about a scrawny, freckled Ona drew you in. "Bonjour. I'm Y/n, you did great on defense today."

"Hola y gracias." You shook her hand, like you did with anyone else, but something about the look in her eyes made you ask for her number. She was hesitant at first; a Lyon academy player who just beat her wanted to be friends. But it all worked out in the end.

The two of you quickly became friends over texts and FaceTime calls. Seeing as the two of you still played for the academy and were young, you couldn't really meet up with one another, but you always made time to talk.

When you turned 18, you were offered a contract to play professionally for Lyon, and you, of course, accepted it. It was a no-brainer to sign for the club you'd been playing for since you were a kid. And only a week later, you got a call from Ona saying she was going to leave Barcelona for Madrid CFF.

You knew she had wanted to move for around a year, but you were proud that she finally found a club to play for.

Your first years playing for Lyon were a bit of a learning curve, but you soon became the number one goalkeeper. And with that came recognition from the France national team, which made you overjoyed. Ona quickly moved to Levante, and in 2019, the two of you officially faced off in international teams.

Playing a game against Spain was completely different from any U-teams, especially since you were still young compared to legends like Putellas and Renard. And even though you didn't get to make your debut, you were still happy, and so was Ona.

Spain beat France, but you and Ona were still overjoyed to see one another. "You did great, O. And congratulations to Spain, even if I don't want to admit it."

"Gracias, amiga." She smiled at you, and you talked until both of you were called back into the locker rooms. You made plans for the next day to go and explore the city you were staying in.

You walked through the city with Ona for the whole afternoon, before finding a dimly lit rooftop to eat dinner on. The two of you watched the sunset, and eventually, your fingers found each other and became intertwined. It somehow felt magical, and you both slowly leaned in before kissing softly.

After that night, you both confessed your feelings and began dating. It wasn't easy, of course, you living in France, and Ona deciding to make her move to Manchester, but it was nothing new to be apart.

You helped her uproot her life once again, and there were multiple times where the two of you played against one another and got to go on dates after or before. Your relationship wasn't a complete secret, but you both agreed on not telling your club or national teams. It was just nice to have something that was just for the two of you.

Seeing Ona grow into the player she wanted to be at Manchester made you happy. Of course, she was always amazing in your eyes, but it was nice to see her truly happy.

Eventually, she texted you one night saying Barcelona offered her a contract to play for their first team, and you were overjoyed. You were away at a game and sharing a room with Lindsay, but you still shouted in excitement. It had been Ona's dream, so you were, of course, going to be overjoyed for her.

Everything that had ever gone on between the two of you and your clubs led to this moment. The Champions League Final in Bilbao. Both Lyon and Barcelona arrived a week before, and you couldn't be happier. You were already planning on places to visit and different spots to eat at. But of course, your captains had different plans.

They wanted to spend the week bonding where they could. Which wasn't terrible, you loved your teammates, of course, but you wanted to spend your week with the girlfriend you didn't get to see every day. And seeing as you played Barcelona tomorrow, you didn't have a ton of time.

"Daan, s'il vous plaît, just cover for me this once." The shorter woman gave you a small glare.

"That's what you said last month when you snuck off to the aquarium."

"That was different. I had to see the fish. And Ellie took me. Be mad at her, not me." It was true, the Australian woman bought two tickets and gave you one. You weren't going to turn down a free trip to the aquarium.

"Fine, but this is the last time, Y/n. And you better be back on time."

"Merci beaucoup, Daani!" You gave her a kiss on the top of her head before you ran out of the hotel lobby with your jacket. You immediately texted Ona to meet you behind a coffee shop, and you sat at the table waiting.

A hand grabbing your shoulder made you shout, getting glares from an old couple inside. "Hola, mi amor."

"Don't do that, chérie. I almost fought you."

"If fighting looks like a startled dog, then yes." You gave her a look before grabbing her hand from your shoulder and dragging her to the seat where her coffee sat. It was never hard to catch up with Ona, so the conversation flowed as well as it usually would.

After the two of you finished your coffee, you dragged Ona (once again) and pulled her toward the electric bikes that sat on the curb. "Hope your riding skills have gotten better, Oni."

"Cállate, it was one time." You laughed under your breath as you pushed off the ground and led Ona where you had mapped out. When you landed the other day, you looked for the closest beach that wasn't too crowded. Between your love for the ocean and your girlfriend, it made you giddy to think about.

After a short bike ride, the sounds of waves crashing made you smile and take a sharp turn. Granted, the turn made you fall into the sand, but the smile was still on your face. "So who can't ride a bike?" The brunette joked while grabbing your hand and pulling the bike up simultaneously.

"Whatever, we're here." You left the bikes at the charger and ran with your shoes in hand. You wiggled your toes in the warm sand and grabbed two towels from your bag.

Ona came up behind you, now sporting a black bikini top with matching scalloped bottoms. "Mon Dieu, you look hot, O." Even though you'd known her for over a decade, it never got old to see her face flush underneath the freckles.

You immediately grabbed the sunscreen and motioned for her to sit between your legs for you to get her back. "Gracias, now you." You couldn't help but laugh a little at the demanding sound in her voice, but you still slid your shirt off.

The rest of your afternoon was spent in the hot sun, getting tan, and swimming in the ocean. There were even some college kids playing volleyball that you insisted on joining. You now lie with your sunglasses over your eyes, and your girlfriend on your chest. It was nice to relax without worry of teammates or fans, surprisingly enough.

But of course, all good things had to come to an end. Ona rose from where she was on your chest, making you whine, and she began putting her clothes back on. "I know, but we both have business and nosy teams to get back to."

You knew she was right, of course. And besides, you still had a tactical meeting and dinner. The two of you decided to part ways at the beach entrance, and you gave her a kiss before biking off to the hotel.

The upbeat jazz tune you were humming underneath your breath came to a halt when you saw Lindsey, Wendie, and a guilty-looking Daan standing in the doorway. "Bonjour, how are you guys doing?"

"Where have you been? You weren't at practice after lunch, which, if I should remind you, was mandatory and important."

"Uh, well..." You couldn't help but scratch the back of your neck while attempting to think of an excuse that sounded suitable. "You know what? It doesn't matter, but you're running laps tomorrow."

"Worth it. Now, if you don't mind, I have a meeting."

While taking the elevator, you wrote a mental note to thank Daan extra later.

After the last half-hour of your meeting, you could feel your stomach eating itself. The smells of pasta sauces made drool come out of your mouth as you practically floated toward the dining area.

You set your plates and glass down before sliding yourself into the seat next to Daan and Ellie. "Daan, I can't thank you enough, plus, Wendie didn't figure it out."

"Yeah, but it better never happen again." You smiled at her and began eating your food, occasionally chiming in on the multiple conversations that were being had. Even though you would typically stay in the area where there were games, the coaches wanted everyone to sleep early. You were too old for a curfew, but you were already on thin ice, so you didn't argue.

Luckily for you, being in the Lyon system for so long got you the perk of a room alone. And it was great, especially since you could call and text with Ona without any interruptions. You'd gotten used to falling asleep to the sound of her voice. Just the comfort of knowing she was 'there' made you sleep soundly.

"How are you feeling about tomorrow, mon chérie?" You lie on your back with a hand behind your head, watching the Spainaird lie on her side with freshly wet hair. "Good, I mean, I think we're ready to win."

"Yeah, yeah. But whoever wins, I'll look forward to seeing you after." You got a smile from Ona on your screen, and your inputs in the conversation slowly ceased as you fell asleep.

Ona, on the other hand, was still awake with her earbuds in her ears as she turned to the other side to see Aitana looking at her. "Who are you talking to? You seem extra smiley."

"My brother, nada importante." Aitana didn't look convinced, but luckily, she went back to her book.

Ona couldn't help but stare at your smushed, sleeping face on her phone. Even though you fell asleep almost every night mid-conversation, it was one of the things she looked forward to. Especially with not being able to see you as often as she would like, it was the little things that she learned to appreciate.

After a few minutes, she hung up the video call and wrapped her headphones around the phone. Ona bid Aitana a good night, while pulling the covers over her shoulder, thinking of the game tomorrow.

It was the day. Like, the day. The Champions League final, something that you were insanely proud to be competing in. It wasn't your first, of course, but it was your first as the starting goalkeeper. You weren't the type to get jitters, but your whole body felt as if it were electrified. You'd gotten your whole family tickets, even your sister's new boyfriend, and made sure to figure out where they would be sitting.

The bus ride wasn't terrible; it was under half an hour away from the stadium, and you played the same playlist you made at 15. Ona texted you, as usual, and it made you smile before you got roped into card games at the back of the bus.

"We're here, Ellie, we're actually here." You shook the Aussie woman's shoulders as everyone got off the bus. She smiled back at you, and Wendie and Ada led the way to the locker room before handing out badges.

Before even stepping onto the pitch, you could hear Spanish chattering and the clanking of cameras being set up. When you first joined the academy, there was a girl named Alma who was a few years older than you. She took you under her wing, and the one thing you kept with you was sitting under the goal you would start at.

And that's where you sat for the first five minutes of walking the pitch, always. Normally, you would let yourself goof off and talk with your friends (especially Ona), but you were too nervous and jittery to do so. You eventually got up to bring yourself back to your cubby to start getting ready.

Everything went as it usually would before a match. You got your kit on, the yellow wasn't your favorite, but it was typical, tied your ponytail with your black and white scrunchie before braiding it. Your cleats never got tied until the last moment before everyone headed out the door.

The clapping of hands got your and everybody else's attention. "Champions' League final. We've beaten Barcelona before, and we can do it again. Allons gagner!" Everyone whooped, and you zipped your jacket, grabbed your gloves, and lined up behind Wendie.

You'd been playing football for as long as you could remember, but something about the energy from outside. Fans were screaming from all areas of the stadium, and you held the shoulders of your mascot as the UEFA song played.

Everyone started walking toward your line, and you smiled softly as Ona shook your hand. The sounds of your heavy breathing filled your ears, and you jogged over to your goal, setting down your water bottle and clapping your hands.

"WEEEE."

And with that, the game began.

The beginning of the game definitely wasn't easy; you mean it was Barcelona you were playing against. But you hadn't let in a goal, so it was good enough for you so far. Half-time went and came, and you switched sides.

63rd minute: Play had stayed in your half of the pitch for the majority of the second half, which made you want to groan. You weren't too worried, and you saved shots when you had to. But the minute you saw Aitana Bonmati dribbling toward a blind spot, you knew it was over.

You tried your hardest to dive for the ball, but it flew right past and into the back of the net with accompanying screams from fans. You shouted and hit your fist, but it was just one goal; you could handle it.

69th minute: Wendie decided she just had to shove Caroline Graham-Hansen, for which she got a yellow card. It wasn't your favorite thing, seeing such a great player getting ready to kick the ball back in, but it was the right thing to happen. Nothing much came of it, but your hands still felt hot.

77th minute: The play was jumbled from what you could see, which wasn't much, as everyone was on Barca's side. It looked chaotic, and you weren't paying too much attention until you saw Ona fall to the ground from what looked like something from Diani's boot.

Your heart stopped. She went down waving for help, but play didn't stop until Cata Coll crashed into Horan. There was nothing you could do, and that's what made it worse. You were stuck in front of your goal. The only thing you could do was fidget with your fingers and watch the broadcast on the screens.

After a few excruciating minutes, you, of course, saw Ona waiting to come back in with a fat bandage on her face. There was no way her eye wasn't almost swollen shut, but knowing your girlfriend, she was determined to finish off the game.

90th+6 minutes: When the number six flashed on the board, you had to tell yourself that it couldn't get worse. But curse you and your thoughts. A minute in, you saw Alexia Putellas on the sidelines. Fabulous.

5 minutes. It had taken less than 5 minutes for Barcelona to get the ball in your half, along with Putellas. You went back and forth debating what was happening when she shot. She shot the perfect ball into the top of the net, hitting the back almost immediately.

You knew it was over for you and Lyon. Nothing anyone could do would make it any better. The whistle blew, and just like that, your season was over. Done with a loss, a bitter one at that. On one hand, you were happy for Ona, but your emotions of loss and sadness overtook that.

Blaugrana players flooded the field, and you fell to your knees, yanking your gloves off. It took you longer than you would like to admit to get yourself off the grass, but once you did, you couldn't stop the tears from welling in your eyes. Ellie found you and the two of you hugged while watching the stage and medals get set up.

They announced Lyon as runners-up, and you took your place toward the end of the line. You shook hands with most players and hugged Mariona, Caroline, and Marts before seeing Ona. The look of sadness she had in her eyes for you made your heart hurt. But you still hugged her, longer than 'just a friend' probably should, but it felt nice.

The medal got placed around your neck, but it just felt like it was weighing you down. You didn't take it off, though; it still represented how far you'd gotten.

Until you walked back into the tunnel, everything felt like it was happening in a blue. The walking, the medals, the giving of the trophy, and the celebrations. The sounds of the Barcelona fans filled your ears as you slunk back into the locker room.

You threw your gloves and boots on the ground before placing a towel over your face and leaning back. There was chatter, lots of it, all around you. First was Wendie talking of 'how it was still a good game' and 'everything that could be done was'. But it was worthless in your mind.

You screwed up. You didn't pay enough attention to the players, the ball. And you let two goals straight past you. But there was nothing you could do about it. It was done.

The rest of the time in the locker room was spent staring at the floor. "Y/n, are you going to be ready soon?" You nodded slowly and grabbed your things to go to the showers.

You eventually threw your wet hair into a bun on the top of your head and walked into the hall. There were sounds of music, and you could see Barcelona players cheering and dancing. Ona's eyes caught yours, and you shook your head at her, hoping she would let you text her after instead.

There wasn't an ounce of you that wasn't proud of your girlfriend. It had been her dream to win big silverware with Barcelona, and she'd finally done it.

The silence in the bus was a stark difference from earlier. There was no music, no laughter, just the sounds of soft chatter from the staff and the wheels on the road. Everyone got off the bus in silence, and you rode the elevator up to your room.

You checked your phone for any texts from Ona, but the only ones were from other friends. You didn't expect her to text; you wanted her to enjoy her night of celebrations. Still, you messaged her congratulations and walked over to your suitcase to grab a hoodie from Ona and sweatpants.

Surfing through the channels on TV could only keep you entertained for so long before you decided that you were hungry. You slid your feet into a pair of slides and walked down to the lobby, where you knew snacks were. The crunching of crackers and occasional sniff were the only sounds that filled the lonely lobby. Until "Hola, amor."

You could have sworn it felt like your neck snapped when you turned to see your girlfriend standing behind the couch. "Ona, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be out celebrating?"

"I did, and I wanted to come see how you were doing." You immediately rose from where you had been sitting, walking over to embrace the shorter woman in your arms. "I'm fine, it's ok. And congratulations."

You would get over the loss, but you wouldn't get over the small amount of pity in her look. "How is your cheek? Does it hurt? I'm sorry I couldn't help."

She smiled, "Hey, calm down. It's fine, just a bit sore." Your eyes couldn't help but glance over to the red scab on her cheek. She still couldn't smile all the way, and you could tell it was going to get more swollen in the morning.

"Do you want to come to my room, love?"

A nod from Ona was all you needed to drag her into the elevator. The two of you kept a soft conversation as you walked through the hall. You couldn't fathom what you would do if you woke someone up. You unlocked the door for her and grabbed shorts and a hoodie before handing them to her.

You heard the shower turn on and decided to go back to scrolling through the channels. There was a random re-run of all the Harry Potter movies, and you sat through the first 30 minutes before Ona joined you on the bed. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather be celebrating with your teammates?"

"I'm positive, Y/n. I'll see them tomorrow, but I couldn't wait to see you." Her response made you smile more than you had the whole day, and you covered her face and neck in kisses.

"Je t'aime, O."

You didn't remember falling asleep with Ona. But when you heard the sounds of multiple pounding knocks on your hotel room after losing the Champions League final, you knew you were in big trouble. "¿Ona, estás ahí?" [are you in there?]

"Ona, wake up. Your teammates are at the door, for some odd reason."

The brunette rubbed her eyes, clearly still half asleep, and pulled the blanket higher up to her chin. "Ona, I'm serious, get up." You threw the hoodie at her face as you pulled your shorts back on and looked out the peephole in the door. "Merde."

"What?"

"It seems almost all your teammates and my teammates are waiting in the hallway."

You shoved Ona's practically sleepwalking self into the closet and pulled your hair back into a bun. The deep breath you took was barely enough to settle your nerves as you opened the door. "Bon soir, it's late. What's up?" Wendie gave you a look, probably at the smile wavering on your face.

"Y/n, why does the Barcelona team think one of their players is in your room?"

"Wendie, I don't know, maybe all the partying got to their heads."

Patri spoke up from the back of the crowd. "Hey, we are very responsible partiers, thank you very much."

"Just, could you let us in? Claudia and Vicky are insistent on seeing Ona come to this hotel." Of course, you had the Alexia Putellas coming to your door.

"Whatever, she's not her, I already told you."

Before you knew it, you had two football teams crowded into your room. There was so much overlapping chatter that you were positive nobody even remembered what they came for. But of course, nothing could go your way.

A sudden crashing sound and scream came from the bathroom. "Whoops?"

You walked toward the bathroom and saw Ona rubbing her head as she helped Aitana off the floor. "Want to explain, Y/n?"

You pretended to whistle at the ceiling and turned toward the small couch on the wall. That was until Lindsay grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. "Why do you have Ona Batlle in your bathroom, fille?"

"Uh.." There wasn't a true reason you could come up with. Not one that would describe why you had a rival player in your room in the middle of the night. "We're dating." What.

"Que?!"

"Quoi?!"

"What did you just say, Ona?" You couldn't believe your ears in all honesty. You mean, your girlfriend just blurted out your relationship to the people you were hiding it from. "We've been dating since we were 20."

She walked over to you and grabbed your hand, and you couldn't help but kiss her on the head.

"Hold on, how did Y/n get a girlfriend before me?"

"That's what you care about? Not that she's been hiding this from us for almost five years?"

Irene spoke up from the other side of the room. "Why did you feel like you had to hide your relationship?"

"It was just easier that way. We love all of you, but it was just something we wanted to have to ourselves."

"We get it, but I still wish you had told us." Everyone agreed with Alexia and started conversing.

You didn't mind the gagillion players in your room, but you did mind the fact that it was almost 1 in the morning. You dragged Ona to the couch and leaned your head atop hers. Besides the occasional chiming in on the conversations, you were falling asleep next to your girlfriend.

By the time you woke up next, you were back in your bed with the sun shining in your face. Ona was next to you, breathing softly as you kissed her on the forehead, making her groan and open her eyes. "Qué hora es?"

"Dunno, but it looks like nice weather out." You handed her phone to her and carded your fingers through her hair. Even though you wanted to hang out with her for as long as possible, you knew she had to get back to her hotel for their flight.

"When are we going to hand out again? It always feels like 20 years." The sound of her laugh filled her ears as she kissed your cheek. "It will be soon enough, I promise."

You groaned under your breath and followed Ona as she gathered her things. The two of you took the elevator to the lobby, and you grabbed her hand at the door. "Ona, I love you. More than you can even imagine."

"I know, and I love you too." You grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in to kiss her one last time. There were whistles heard in the background, but you didn't care.

You waved at the brunette and turned back around to see Daan standing in the middle of the floor. "I didn't know you could be that sweet.

"Oh shut up, Daani. Let's go get breakfast." And with that, the two of you followed the smell of pancakes and eggs.

Even though you were sad to see Ona go, even though it was a typical routine, you knew you would see her soon enough. You also knew that your love for her wasn't going to fade, no matter what.

i hope y'all enjoy this, it was honestly fun to write

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