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[luciasona]

better than revenge pt.2 | L.B x O.B x K.W (18+)

✧Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x Keira Walsh

✧5.9k words

✧Part 2/3; Part 1, Part 3

Lucy's relationship with Ona is blossoming, but Keira’s name continues to follow them both around like a bad perfume. They're pretty healthy about it all things considered; Lucy and Keira are over, Ona isn't a jealous girl, and all three would do anything for the sake of their team. Ona would also do anything for the sake of her relationship, even if that means bringing in an unexpected third for a night to resolve some incredibly complex tensions.

✧content: this is almost 6k words of pure filth so read at your own discretion. can be read without reading part 1, but I’d recommend it if you want context!

✧tags: heavy smut, porn with plot, threesomes, character studies, mild toxicity, hate sex, sexual tension, oral sex, strap-ons, dirty talk, fingering, overstimulation, vibrators, top!lucy, switch!ona, switch!keira, luna endgame, rough sex, mild degradation, safewords + consent

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Part 1

i. walsh

Time moved quicker between the two of them.

Months had faded into years in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, Keira was twenty-five; her hair held no memory of its ginger roots. She felt like she had lived a hundred lifetimes in the past year alone. 

She begins to wonder if Lucy even knows her anymore.

But not tonight. Tonight, her heart is soaring with dopamine and the euphoric haze of alcohol. They have won the Euros for the first time, at Wembley. Their lives, the game, will never be the same again. 

Keira cries into Lucy’s chest at the intensity of all, ABBA still blaring in their ears from the party that none of them will remember the next day, the alcohol having done that funny thing in her gut and turned her joy into emptiness. Lucy takes her back to her hotel room, makes love to her, and promises her that this is only the beginning. 

That was the last time it happened. Sure, they had sex a handful of times in the rocky weeks that followed, but it was never with love. 

The love was gone, and they both knew it.

Keira was always jealous of how well Lucy fared in Barcelona. She tanned, Keira burned. She picked up the language, Keira fumbled her way through surface-level friendships. She’d always had a hard time believing people actually liked her, especially in Lucy’s shadow.

Lucy had Ona.

Ona was the apple of everyone’s eye. Smile like the sun, she had a way that Keira never did. Keira could have predicted Lucy’s interest in her without them even meeting. They were perfect for one another. So perfect. Ona’s youth fed Lucy’s constant desire for newness, excitement, spontaneity. 

Keira didn’t even love Lucy anymore, and Ona showed her more grace than she probably deserved. Dare she say, they were friends. But she was human; she was not immune to the knife-cut of watching Lucy and Ona getting lost in their own world. 

Keira realises just how starved of human touch she is whilst kissing Ona. She’s grown into her sexuality comfortably, so returning to Lucy feels foreign after spending a year exploring who she was outside of her ex’s desires.

Now she’s clawing at Ona’s button-up shirt, trembling hands, shallow breath, and there’s something incredibly freeing about it. She had to wrangle even an ounce of control from Lucy back in their time, but Ona lets her have it freely. It must be nice to have a heart so open.

“I want to eat you out,” Ona says against Keira’s shoulder, leaning in, looking up at her with maybe the sexiest eyes Keira has ever been given. The Spanish do have a way about them. “Would you like that?”

Keira swallows. Shirt discarded to the side, Ona is bare from the waist up – clearly she wasn’t a bra kind of girl. It made it rather hard to focus. Keira’s lips have this numb, buzzing feeling to them, Ona’s mark on her unwielding.

The movement from the living room to here had been a blur; Lucy and Ona had briefly conversed in Spanish, Lucy had taken off her hoodie, Ona had taken Keira’s hand and encouraged her to sit against the headboard. They had all briefly agreed that this was fine, that this would change nothing. Any one of them could leave at any time. Stop meant stop. Everything else meant push me further. Just as it always had.

Keira felt drugged, speechless, heady with anticipation. 

Ona was sitting in front of her unthreateningly, bodies close but not intimate, looking like a temptress nonetheless. 

“I’d like that.” She finally mutters.

Lucy is sitting beside Ona, her feet still on the ground but her posture leaning towards her girlfriend, arm lightly around her waist. Right now she is ignoring Keira, her hand caressing her girlfriend’s skin like she is seeing it for the first time. 

“Unless you have a better idea?” Ona looks to Lucy. Lucy smiles, so in love. Keira feels a tug at her chest.

“You do it so well.” She says simply, and Keira flushes at the thought of Lucy relinquishing her control to Ona. Ona briefly kisses Lucy, close enough that Keira can hear all of those disgustingly intimate sounds. Ona then leans away like a feline stretching, pressing herself against Keira with a coy smile.

“Did you know Lucy had a thing for watching her girl with others?” Ona asks, her breath shallow, waiting for Keira to nod before pulling the blonde’s shirt up and off, leaving her in a comfortable, lacy white bra. The question was veering into dangerous territory. 

“I had a feeling. It happened a few times.” Keira says offhandedly, knowing full well it was one of Lucy’s fantasies. It makes Ona twitch a bit.

“I think she’s a bit of a…what’s the word…” Ona feels up Keira’s stomach. 

“Masochist? Voyeur? Lucy’s a lot of things.” Keira shoots a daring glare at Lucy. 

“Keep dreaming.” Lucy mutters, amused by the suggestion. 

“Humiliation kink.” Keira returns cheekily, acutely aware that there must be something in Lucy that craves to be messed with. Lucy is notoriously stubborn in admitting that she doesn’t always have, or want, control. Humiliation kink may be a bit far though.

Anyway. Keira isn’t lying. Lucy had let her kiss other girls on rare, drunken occasions, or share her fantasies about them, but those girls could never touch her. God forbid Lucy let her bring them to bed. If Keira disobeyed? She got punished. That was Lucy’s limit. 

But Lucy has always been one to enjoy pushing limits, even on herself. She used to like Keira’s mind wandering, even a little experimenting, and then fucking those thoughts right out of her. 

Keira liked it too. She wore the straight jacket of Lucy’s girlfriend proudly, only until it began to feel a little tight.

“You’re not just here to satiate mine or Lucy's sexual fantasies, you know.” Ona reads Keira’s thoughts horribly well when a moment of silence passes them. 

“I’d hope so.” Keira replies with some bite. 

“I know so.” Ona answers, her hands tightening around Keira’s wrists and holding them against the mattress, the previous tenderness in her gaze becoming something a bit harsher. As if she needs to prove herself. 

Keira counters, her legs spreading and knees raising, calves pressing Ona in. Ona grins, pleased with the response she provoked. 

“Tell me more about those times,” Ona says, slowly getting lower on Keira’s body, taking her time to appreciate each thing that made her so different to Lucy. The freckles, the small frame, her wider hips, her smaller tits. She is enamoured by it all. 

“There was a time in Lyon.” Keira looks to Lucy, who seems less than pleased that these memories are being brought up. The temperature switches in Keira, her eyes become fiery. 

“We met at a bar, she was well pretty, super French, loved my accent.” Ona is kissing her stomach lightly, pulling down her shorts.

“Lucy really didn’t want me to kiss her, I could tell.” Keira says.

“When did I say that?” Lucy counters, treating Keira’s presence like a second thought, instead going into Ona’s bedside table drawer. 

“You think you’re a closed book, but you’re far from it, Lucy,” Keira states, her back arching slightly as Ona nips at the sensitive skin of the inside of her trembling thighs. A small sigh leaves her mouth. The thrill kills any residual vulnerability.

“We all know what you’re thinking. Always. Ona included.” She adds.

Ona, too distracted to engage, pushes Keira’s thighs apart with a smirk and her fingertips experimentally trace down the soaked crotch of her underwear. Keira bites the inside of her cheek. 

“I’d like to think Ona does considering she’s my girlfriend.” Lucy answers coolly, remaining distracted in the drawer. It stings. 

“Well so was I, for seven years. You think you’ve changed, coming here, but you really haven’t, Luce.”

Keira isn’t sure where the attitude comes from. Where the quiet resentment comes from. The words are tumbling out before she can stop them. Yeah, the wine definitely went to her head.

“Shut up.” Lucy ticks, discarding whatever she’s doing and looking at Keira. 

“I mean it.” Keira doesn't back down.

Lucy grabs Keira’s face, forcing a damning eye contact, sizing her up with a glance.

 “Well neither have you. Let’s put it that way.” 

Keira flushes when she’s faced with Lucy so intimately, a contemptuous look in her eyes. 

Snap.

“Fuck- fucking hell Ona.” Keira’s expression falters suddenly, choking out an agitated moan right in Lucy’s face when Ona pushes her underwear to the side and sucks her clit, shattering her world, her guilt, her anger. 

Lucy vividly watches the emotions unfurl on Keira’s face, the way her eyes soften and refuse to look at her, her lips part. The sound vibrates through every bone in Lucy’s body. 

Lucy lived for the heat of the moment. Whether on the pitch, or in bed, she loved nothing more than seeing someone broken down to their base emotions. 

Lucy swallows Keira’s passion with an abrupt kiss that needs to happen or the room might be set on fire. Again, it couldn’t be messier, couldn’t be less thoughtful, but it’s what they both need. 

Kissing Lucy holds all the bittersweetness of returning to her hometown. It unsettles more than it nurtures. A stark reminder of time, fragility, escape. But she can’t stop. She can’t pull away.

It moves very quickly after that. 

“Can I take these off?” Ona dutifully asks, a knowing grin on her face from embarrassing Keira, the sudden intensity short lived. 

“Think the answers yes.” Keira sighs, still a little struck after the unexpected reaction before Lucy shuts her up with another deep, wet, sinful kiss.

Keira feels the wrongness of it all in the tight, ugly part of her chest. Reality keeps knocking at her conscience; this is Lucy. The Lucy she vowed never to give power to again. 

But then again, it was also just Lucy. The girl who carried her through her hardest nights. Whose arms she ran into first in some of the greatest moments a human could ever experience. Lucy took so much, but she also gave. She gave and gave. And she wasn't evil for moving on. In fact, she was better than most for continuing to show up for Keira, even when it was really sour-tasting to do so.

Ona pulls Keira’s underwear down and off. 

“So wet.” Ona mewls, and Keira feels so fucking alive. She can’t even see past Lucy’s stupid face but she doesn’t care. 

“You’re good Ona.” She says thoughtlessly, no returning from how turned on she is. Ona lacks hesitation but is precise with care, her tongue beginning to trace teasingly, not lingering in any one place for too long.

And Keira doesn’t want to compliment her, not too much, but fuck. It’s hard not to. 

“Mhm, I like it,” Ona says simply, her hands grasping Keira’s thighs now, tongue pressing between every fold. 

Lucy is back at the drawer, leaning down to rummage through it. Keira hears her drop a few things on the ground. It’s not hard to guess what they might be. 

“Relajarse, cariño.” Relax darling. Ona’s hand gently pushes Keira’s stomach back down, eyes locked on hers, before dragging her tongue up the length of her pussy firmly. Damning eye contact. Keira exhales a pathetic sound, unaware of just how sexually deprived she had been among all the business of training.

Ona takes her time, working Keira in long, slow drags and strokes and flicks that each work to ignite every fibre of her being with desire. Each one is just a bit firmer than the last.

Lucy has pulled off her sweats, leaving her in a sports bra and boy shorts. In her hand is a small-ish vibrating wand.

“Gonna get off to this are you?” Keira’s voice is almost reverent, strained with the heat rushing through her.

“Yeah. Gonna stop me?” Lucy grins cockily, climbing on the bed beside Keira, dropping a harness and dildo on the bedside table. Keira pretends not to be throbbing at the thought of Lucy strapping her, instead turning back to look at Ona. 

Ona focuses in on her clit, and holy fuck, she cannot move a muscle. She hears the vibrator click on. She feels Lucy close to her face. She is thoroughly overwhelmed. 

“Give in, Kei.”

“You’re getting what you wanted, you better fucking enjoy it.” Lucy murmurs sharply, her voice low and hot. She lets her teeth drag against Keira’s neck, without daring to kiss or pull the skin between her lips. It’s primal, the way she is drawn to Keira’s body. 

“Oh my god.” Keira moans quietly, her legs spreading further and her eyes closing as Ona sucks on her clit while flicking her tongue against it. Her stomach knots with pleasure as Ona holds nothing back.

“Need to come that badly, do you?” Lucy says lowly, her hands daring to touch Keira’s abs and up to her bra-clad breasts.

“Don’t ignore me. Do you darling? Is my girl doing a good job?” Lucy doesn’t let Keira go. Taunting her with seduction. Keira tries so hard to ignore it, to not give in, but fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Lucy is all confidence, until she’s vulnerable, but then if that vulnerability is killed, she becomes confident again. Way too fucking confident.

“Fuck off.” She whimpers, her thighs trembling around Ona. Unfortunately, Lucy is only turning her on more. The sour, devotional movements of her tattooed arm across Keira’s chest. Veins. Muscle. It’s killing Keira from the inside out. 

She briefly glances down and sees the vibrator shoved between Lucy’s thighs, but the barrier of her underwear is keeping her composed. 

But Keira is far from it. She hasn’t come in far too long, and Ona is far too good, so when the Spaniard slips a finger inside and begins to massage the soft inner walls of Keira’s soaked pussy, Keira gasps and her cheeks go even rosier. Lucy knows. 

Lucy's hand pushes Ona’s face away, and Keira mewls suddenly. Her throbbing clit begs for it not to stop.

“Bitch.” She huffs weakly, falling from the precipice of a terrifyingly huge orgasm.

“No. You wait.” Lucy commands, to both of them. Ona continues to move her finger, but it’s not the same without the stimulation to her clit. Her mouth is wet with Keira’s slick, her eyes dark and delicate. She obeys Lucy, like they’ve played this game many times before.

“Was that okay?” Ona asks, her hands still hooked around Keira’s thighs.

“Yeah. Would be nice if you kept going.” She feels her body relax back into the bed a bit, the tension loosening frustratingly. Lucy’s voice rings in her ears, and no matter how much she tries to deny it, she is greedy for Lucy to take her. One last time.

Lucy has slipped off the bed and grabbed the harness, stepping into it in a matter of seconds, glancing over and rolling her eyes to herself when she sees the other two lost in each other rather than her.

They both know what’s happening though. Lucy goes behind Ona, lifting her ass with a hand on her stomach. “Good girl.” She murmurs, slipping Ona’s shorts and underwear down and off hastily. 

Ona looks back. 

“Keep going then,” Lucy commands, as if she never told them otherwise, and so Ona does, beginning to build Keira back up, but as soon as she does, Lucy’s fingers immediately touch her girlfriend from behind, making Ona moan against Keira.

Lucy rubs two fingers up and down Ona’s soaked pussy, before slipping them inside. 

Ona falters. She was so aroused that it was making it hard to breathe. Lucy was watching her devour Keira in lustful detail. 

“Fucking make her come.” Lucy snarls, forcing Ona’s thighs apart a bit further, making deeper movements with her fingers. Some strange mix of punishment and reward. Perhaps she doesn’t want Ona to know what it is. 

Ona whines, working Keira's clit harder beneath her frantic tongue and slipping her fingers back in. It’s Keira’s weakness, especially when she experimentally presses her fingertips forward several times. Keira moans, and Lucy picks up her pace, the power sending her on a trip. 

Ona whimpers further, the vibrations adding to the sensations mingling in Keira’s abdomen. Ona sucks her clit harder and makes erratic movements with her fingers. 

Keira grasps at the sheets, wound so tightly she can’t move a muscle. Chasing, chasing, chasing. 

“Making a right mess of you, hm,” Lucy says, Keira feeling her ex's strong hands hold one of her legs down, the other fingering Ona like it was a second thought. Keira’s skin burns where Lucy touches it, quivering. 

“Don’t stop, Ona, fuck, I’m–so close. So–“ Keira’s words are broken by a moan, her world narrowing into just her pleasure. 

Her orgasm sneaks up on her. She digs so hard into the sheets her knuckles turn white and it hurts, the tension winding around her debilitatingly and suspending her in crippling pleasure until she snaps. 

“Lucy! God- Lucy. Ah-” she cries out, pussy spasming around Ona’s fingers and against her mouth. The pulses of orgasmic bliss knock her out each time, until no semblance of reality remains. Her moans are filthy, probably heard by the whole street. Her body shakes.

Ona can hardly manage. She can hardly breathe from the way Lucy’s fingers press against her inner walls like she owns her. Still, she so desperately wants Keira to never, ever forget this. 

She continues a fervent pursuit against Keira’s clit that is far less kind, even when her orgasm phases out. Saying Lucy’s name when she came was a filthy diss, really. 

But she loves how weak Keira looks. She understands how Lucy gets drunk on power, how easily it overcomes her. Ona just hasn’t quite mastered the sadistic mindset. 

“Stop.” Keira whines, her hands shaking as they try and push Ona away, and Ona does immediately, withdrawing her fingers and giving up.

Keira is breathless, staring up at the ceiling. White-hot pleasure disintegrating atom-by-atom.

ii. batlle

Ona was more lost in her own pleasure, if she’s being honest. Her head falls to the mattress, back arching more as Lucy gets into a better position behind her. She’d lost some momentum while Keira came, but she picks it up again, making Ona choke out a moan.

“Keira-“ Ona inhales, as if needing to say something, but she doesn’t find it. Lucy thrusts her fingers harder, fucking Ona in the way she knows will make her come quicker than she wants to.  

“Fucking hell, you’re so hot.” Keira finally sits up a bit, actually feeling like a human again. She says it like a sudden realisation. A very sinful one at that. Keira watches this time, watches Ona lose herself, her long hair splayed out on the sheets like the portrait of beauty.

“Lucia, baby, I’m so close– please–“ Ona whines, and Lucy’s cocky expression is full of pride. 

“I think you deserve it after that. I like the way you kept going.” Lucy praises, her other hand reaching around Ona’s stomach to rub her clit. 

“Actually, pass me that.” Lucy looks at Keira and then glances at the vibrator. Keira obeys fervently, and Lucy snatches it, turning it on, placing it against Ona's clit.

“Ah- my God, so deep, so- deep baby,” Ona cries out, the words sounding borderline pornographic in her accent and desperation. Keira's jaw drops a bit, she feels a pulse in places she shouldn't.

Heat swells in Ona’s stomach. It’s intimate, feeling Lucy touch her like this, to clench down and know she can feel it. Even more so knowing that Keira is watching every expression that wracks her face. She can’t stop any of it. Submitting to Lucy became second nature.

“Let go baby, come for me, show Keira what a pretty girl you are, since you both so badly wanted this,” Lucy says, before a silent gasp breaks Ona in half as she climaxes, soaking Lucy’s fingers. 

Keira’s orgasm had time to build up, but Lucy is determined to shatter Ona with the way her fingers are moving so damn quickly and with such precision that it doesn’t even feel real.  

“Fuck, my god, my fucking god,” Ona grabs Keira’s hand somewhere in the moment, her nails dragging down the back of it and scratching the skin raw. Keira sucks in a breath, but the pain is good. As are Ona’s moans. 

“Mhm, that’s good isn’t it, you like being watched? Dirty girl.” Lucy comments as Ona slowly comes back, looking completely dishevelled. Her heart is hammering, and it’s Keira’s lust-stricken face that she looks up to. 

Ona nods weakly, collapsing into the sheets. 

Lucy gently encourages her back up, before briefly holding her, kissing her cheek. Lucy could be rough sometimes, but even drunk on sex and dominance, she loved deeply and with seismic tenderness. 

“Sit back against Kei.” Lucy instructs, a little softer this time. The nickname makes Keira wet her lips.

Keira shuffles back against the headboard, pulling a second cushion behind her back before welcoming Ona to lean against her chest. 

Ona settles with some hesitation. Keira is warm, soft in places where Lucy is firm. It’s shockingly intimate, skin against skin in every place. It feels pretty filthy too. Held between her girlfriend and her girlfriend’s ex, and she isn’t sure if she’s the object of their desires or just the object being used to execute them. 

“Was that enough for you?” Lucy nudges Ona’s face to look at her. Lucy’s freckled cheeks have caught the sun, her green eyes are flamed with heat. Her gold nose ring catches the light just right.

Ona holds onto Keira’s wrists which have circled her abdomen. She breathes shallowly, Lucy watching her with quiet devotion.

“Words, mi chica.” She encourages softly, stroking Ona’s face like she isn't holding back from devouring her whole. 

“Quería más.” Ona confesses. I want more.

“What do you want?” Lucy leans in to kiss her, her hands however, holding Keira’s shoulders. Lucy won’t look Keira in the eye, but she doesn’t have to. She lingers there, tasting Keira bitterly on her girlfriend's tongue. 

“You and Keira. I want you to…both. Use me.” 

“Mhm, muy atrevido.” Very brave Lucy grazes her thumb across Ona’s wet lip, slowly positioning herself between both of the other girls’ legs. 

“Don't think I can't handle it.” Ona whispers with a blissed-out grin, and Keira feels herself get wet all over again. Ona doesn’t miss the way the blonde grips her firmer, feeling a surge of passion with the knowledge that she’s affecting both her counterparts in their own way. 

“That’s my girl.” Lucy's face evidences her excitement, her cheeks rosy, adrenaline making her hands quiver. “Shall Kei hold your legs?” It’s a command rather than a question. 

Keira hates the way she’s still so damn receptive to Lucy. Every moment felt like she was giving something to her unwillingly, and then wondering why she did it. 

She holds Ona’s legs apart.

“That was easy.” Lucy scoffs smugly, getting into position properly and adjusting the strap around her hips. The dildo is dark red, slightly curved, of sizable length. Ona wets her lips again.

Lucy was not always like this. Usually, she operated somewhere between absolute dom and a…much less assertive, version of herself. That worked for Ona, because she herself couldn’t stay in just one mindset every night. 

She liked it when Lucy gave her control, the powerplay was delicious. Rarely did Lucy relinquish it easily though, usually she had to be wrangled into some weak form of submission, like training a puppy with far too much energy for its own good, Ona had once said, but it was oh so satisfying when it worked. Exhausting Lucy was a feat in itself, but something tells her that between the mental and the physical, Lucy will be well and truly done tonight. She’ll make sure of it.

Keira’s hand lacks the possession that Lucy’s does, as it gently clasps one of her bare breasts.

“You look good like this.” Keira says with a shallow breath, and Ona grins.

“Is this where you reserve all of your compliments for?” Ona teases lightly, placing a kiss on Keira’s jaw.

“For you, yeah. Suppose I have to make up for my foul language earlier.” 

Ona thinks of something witty but it doesn’t quite land the same in English.

This was some foul play indeed. 

Lucy gets impatient, gripping her by the waist, pulling her lithe body a few inches downwards to better get in position. Ona’s breath catches in her throat at Lucy’s firmness, her body aches to feel full of her.

In a matter of moments, she is being kissed on the chest, Keira’s hand fondling one of Ona’s breasts and unintentionally encouraging Lucy to put her mouth to it. 

Fucking hell. She feels guiltily aroused by the sensation of so many hands touching her so sensually, somewhere between worship and ownership. 

The shifts in Keira’s body language are subtle, a tensing of her muscles, a certainty to the way she touches Ona, but it’s there. And Ona soaks it up. 

Lucy was strikingly good at foreplay for someone who also had the patience of a tiny dog. Ona loved it when she took her time, asked questions, or simply knew what she needed just by looking at her. Lucy loved to please, loved big reactions. 

“Really beautiful indeed.” Keira caresses her jaw as Lucy takes one of her nipples between her lips, sucking it gently before moving upwards to suck the skin of her sensitive breast and pull it between her teeth. Bruising it. Ona gasps, biting the inside of her lip at the pain, but feeling her abdomen flutter from the pleasure. 

It’s a bit more vulnerable knowing Keira would hear and feel every reaction, they’re all so fucking close to each other, but vulnerability is nice sometimes, when it’s in the hands of someone she trusts.

Lucy works her way down Ona’s body, fingertips tracing muscle, holding her waist, grazing Keira’s hand perhaps by accident or perhaps not. Ona resumes making out lazily with Keira, unable to resist her when she’s just so close. Maybe it’s her turn to be selfish for once.

Lucy finally sits up, sliding the toy up and down Ona’s pussy a few times, just to tease, before pushing the tip inside. 

Ona sucks in a moan, her pussy still sensitive from the last orgasm. She liked some overstimulation, but God, Lucy is relentless tonight. Keira soothes her with more tender kisses, holding her jaw. 

Maybe this is better than being in control.

“Ready?” Lucy asks.

Ona sees it. The quiet jealousy in Lucy’s eyes. The way she grabs Ona’s thigh as she slowly sinks the toy deeper inside is possessive, and Ona is borderline scared of the way her girlfriend is looking at her. It’s the same as when another girl, or god forbid, a man, is looking at Ona like she’s worth something. And Lucia doesn’t share. 

Unless it’s Keira, apparently. 

The blonde swallows her pleasure, her own breath shallow and her skin hot against Ona’s. It’s like the sensations are hers as well.

Keira tries something.

“Fills you up so good, doesn’t it?” She says, inflicting a sultry tone on her voice. But it’s her calmness that contrasts Lucy’s eagerness. Ona submits to the moment, her stomach fluttering from Keira’s unexpected shift in demeanour.

“So much.” She stumbles out, and one of Keira’s hands holds the juncture between her thigh and pelvis. 

“I love watching you like this,” Keira praises. Lucy has practically the full length pushed inside, and Ona feels heady with passionate overwhelm. Lucy’s hips shift a bit, before making a heavy thrust. Ona chokes out a moan. 

“Dirty girl.” Lucy remarks, her headspace fully taken by lust. 

“If you liked Keira this much you should have told me,” Lucy says it to Ona, but her eyes watch Keira. She spits the name out like it’s a curse, like it means everything and nothing at all to her.

She places a hand around Ona’s neck without applying any pressure – she wouldn’t, Ona doesn’t like it. Ona just likes the threat of Lucy being truly merciless. 

“I couldn’t. You are too– jealous.” Ona answers between staggered breaths, which makes Lucy grind her hips harder, the toy shifting and putting pressure on the most sensitive inner walls. All she can think about is Lucy. How deep she is, how consumed by love she is.

“Hm. Maybe I am.” 

This is like nothing, no sexual experience, she’s had before. For Keira, it must be the same. The emotions that bubble beneath it all only add to the biting tension, so much all at once, but they’re giving in. It’s too thrilling to resist.

It is also dignity-destroying to be in the submissive position. Corrupting in some strange way, because she would never cheat on Lucy. But here she is, another girl holding her as she gets fucked. 

Lucy sets a borderline brutal pace, her strength coming in handy to hold herself up as she takes Ona like she has a point to prove. It’s not all selfish, she wants to make a mess of her girlfriend, and she’s succeeding well in that.

Ona can’t even find the words to form in her throat. Her mind, suspended in nirvana, is too blissed out to notice the way Keira’s heart is thumping out of her chest. The way Lucy presses her thumb into Ona’s collarbone. 

“Lucy,” Ona whines, her back sinking into Keira’s chest further as Lucy thrusts deep inside of her. “So rough.” She chokes out, feeling her whole body surge with pleasure each time Lucy bottoms out. The multitude of sensations merge into one, she has never before felt so weak from Lucy’s strength. 

Her girlfriend simply chuckles beneath her breath. Cocky as always. But affected, deeply. 

“Fuck,” Lucy huffs, the sight before her making her desperately soaked. The strap provides some stimulation, but not nearly enough. 

“You’re close.” Keira remarks sternly. 

Ona hadn’t even realised. The second orgasm was always a bit different; more overwhelming, more painful, but in the best way. 

Keira reaches down, a curse falling from her lips when she feels just how hot and wet Ona is. Her fingertips find her clit, rubbing it firmly, trying out repeating different motions until Ona’s back is arching. Keira’s other arm holds her down, filthy moans echo throughout the room.

Lucy and Keira make eye contact.

“Anything else captain?” Keira’s cheeks are flushed with arousal having not known just how much of a turn-on Lucy’s bitterness could be. It’s hard to tell if the comment makes Lucy cringe, or get off on the power. 

"One thing," Lucy states, holding Ona down so she can take her as deep as she can, addicted to watching the way the toy dissapears each time her hips move.

“Don’t you ever think about looking at her again after tonight.” Lucy sneers, pure vitriol in her gaze, making quick, heavy thrusts. That, paired with Keira touching her clit frantically, Ona’s orgasm crashes over her. White hot-pleasure clouds her vision.

“Lucia! God, fuck, no puedo–” She cries obscenely, her back arching as she struggles to take the intensity of the feeling. It keeps rushing through her, a tsunami destroying her every thought. 

Lucy only gets rougher, her own body burning from the passion overtaking her. Ona spasms, pussy clenching around Lucy, who swears every time that she can feel it. 

“So good, fucking hell, I love the way you take me, I– love it.” Lucy says desperately. 

She doesn’t stop.

She slows a bit, but from two intense orgasms, Ona is spent and can’t take much more. She can only tremble as Lucy looks her in the eyes and fucks into her steadily, her pussy still fluttering with the final orgasmic aftershocks, but they quickly become overridden by a discomforting overwhelm. 

“I can’t take it,” Ona gasps.

“Yes, you can. You know what to say if you can’t.” Lucy’s breath is heavy, she isn’t overworked physically but her thoughts are everywhere and her muscles are taught. Her hips move on their own.

Ona knows how to make Lucy stop, but she doesn’t just yet. 

Thankfully, Keira removes her fingers, watching Ona carefully. Her body had no time to recover, but instead of building up to another orgasm, it simply became too much. There is no pleasure, only pain. Her moans become strained.

“Stop.” She finally croaks out. Lucy halts a second later, still buried inside. It’s like her awareness snaps back, and she leans forward, kissing Ona’s cheek. 

“Are you good?” She murmurs. Ona can only nod. Completely overstimulated.

“You’re mine.” Lucy whispers possessively, and Keira has to hold herself back from pushing Lucy off. The two words replay in her mind, over and over, they sink into her gut and anchor there.

Finally, Lucy sits back, taking off the strap-on immediately and quietly collecting herself. Ona isn’t sure what’s going through her mind, but Lucy tends to get a bit spaced out after something intense.

So she sinks into Keira’s arms, her thighs closing, shifting a bit to press her face into Keira's neck, still trembling. She feels like a snapped live wire, still prickling with electrical currents. 

Without a second thought, she is being held tightly.

“You’re alright.” Whispers Keira, stroking her back with small movements. Comforting Ona came easily, she kissed her temple, brushing hair off her sweaty forehead.

For a moment there is quiet. 

Ona vaguely hears Lucy sigh, and then feels her strong hand on her back. She sits up tentatively. Of course, she’d prefer Lucy to have held her, but sometimes Lucy was too overwhelmed herself to handle that. She keeps a hand on Keira’s thigh.

“Did you…come?” Ona asks. The question seems to take Lucy by surprise, who chuckles a bit.

“No.” She almost confesses, running her hands through Ona’s long hair.

“Do you want to?” Keira asks boldly.

Lucy seems almost bashful to answer.

“We could facilitate that.” Keira makes Lucy’s eyes widen, and Ona looks between them both. She isn’t exactly sure what Keira is implying, but she is quite literally up for anything. Physically she is spent, but mentally, she isn't done just yet.

“Need some water first though. Fucking hell Luce. It’s like you were doing it to me.” 

The comment goes past Ona a bit, who simply takes it as a compliment that Keira enjoyed it, but Lucy takes it very seriously. She has that uncertain look in her eyes, like she doesn't want to admit something to herself.

Ona grabs a bottle of water from the other side of the bed and hands it to Keira, before drinking some herself. 

“You don’t have to do this.” Lucy brushes off. 

“No. I want to. If Ona does.” Keira glances at Ona.

“Obviously I want to make you feel good baby.” She says, moving out of the way so both of them can encourage Lucy to sit against the headboard this time.

“You know what she likes.” Ona says to Keira. A devilish grin lifts the corner of her cheeks. They both look at Lucy like she is the last thing they will ever taste.

“I haven’t forgotten."

PART 3/3

A/N; So…this will have to be a 3 part series because I’m gonna spare y’all from a 12k wall of text. Part 3 will be out in next few days to a week depending on how much time I get. I’ve never published smut before so this is very much a first for me, I hope it delivered!

my work is purely fiction, and does not represent the real people it depicts! do not send hate to players on the basis of shipping, respect their real relationships, be normal etc etc!!

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Girlfriends?

W.C. - 5.7 k

a/n: wonze kid is backkkkkkkkkk and with a bang.

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Growing up in Sevilla, life was perfect. Three older brothers that encouraged your footballing ability practically from the second you took your first breath, a set of parents that pushed you to be the very best at everything, and an academy that proved to be the absolute best for your development made for a good childhood.

A quick learner by far, you had already started playing with girls twice your age when you were 10, and by age 12 (and a half) you had already started to train with the senior girls, not old enough to be allowed to play in matches. 

It was a weekly routine you had built up over the years, go train with the senior girls during the weekdays, school work completed during the afternoon, games with the girls your age on fridays, games with the U21s during the sunday afternoon. It was hectic, sure, but you were good, really good.

Some weeks you would have to skip the U21 matches in favor of tournaments with the other youth teams, which in turn gave you perhaps the best gift of your lifetime, a (by now) 5’6 brunette with the most encaptivating greenish eyes and the feistiest demeanor you’ll ever encounter.

Julia Romero, una true madridista.

Her white clad frame had been a constant in your life since you were practically too short to reach the kitchen table, as feisty as she always had been. 

That almost chaotic energy always translated onto the pitch, with creative passes and shots from distance being a regular occurrence in her game. She had your heart captured since the moment you’d first laid eyes on her.

Through the multitude of years you’d come to know each other, you had formed a special partnership both on and off the field, a connection that led to more than a few trophies for the youth national teams. 

A package deal as most would label you two as, playing for teams miles upon miles away from each other. It was funny when they (mostly parents of the other kids) would refer to you as that, a package deal. 

It was even funnier when they’d refer to you as twins, each fiery and competitive in your own rights, but knowing the hidden affections quickly developing, it just felt wrong.

The weekends you were meeting up to play against each other quickly became the highlights of your weeks, waiting patiently for the next opportunity to challenge the other. 

When, at the ripe age of 13, you both got your very own cell phones, communication became ten million times easier and in turn you became ten times more in love with the breakout madrid star. Best in Spain, Y/n/n and Juli. 

Strangely enough though, neither of you clocked the fact that you were both madly, undoubtedly, so in love with each other until that night when you both turned 14.

Julia always liked to boast about the fact that she was 10 minutes older than you, born right before midnight, whilst you were born right after midnight. 

Sitting on the hotel bed in your shared room at the under 21 Spain camp, the only players under the age of 17, you and your best friend obviously got to room together.

Right across from you sat Julia, with her normal mischievous smile, looking deeply into your eyes as the clock ticked down to midnight, anticipation filling her body more than your own. Your knees touch hers ever so slightly, you both sitting crisscrossed so that you’d be able to even fit on the bed in the first place.

“What are you going to wish for?” She asks, eyes wide in suspense, as if the answer had been something she had been waiting for since the dawn of time. Leaning back into the headboard, you look up towards the ceiling, contemplating (but not really at the same time) about what you would wish for as you blew out the lit match only minutes from now.

“Maybe a contract from Barcelona.” You tease, looking down at her unamused face, shrieking when she ‘attacks’ you, jumping onto your body and tickling your sides. “No, no, stop, stop, I won’t, I promise.” You gasp out between fits of laughter, Julia quickly retreating with a satisfied look on her face.

“Mhm, better keep that promise. I can’t stand seeing your little sad face when I beat you.” Laying down beside you, Julia starts the teasing again, the look on her face one of amusement, eyes widening as she notices the arms of the clock on the wall almost at midnight.

Watching her spring up from the bed, your eyes follow her all the way until she stops at her bag, pulling a box of matches out of the front compartment.

Pretending you weren’t just studying her entire being when she turns around, Julia makes her way back to the bed, resuming her position on the bed.

“Sit up lazy.” You roll your eyes at the playful insult slipping from her lips, begrudgingly sitting up and facing the shorter girl. 

She pulls out a match and strikes it against the match board, lighting up in the span of milliseconds before she holds it out closer to you, waiting for you to blow the flame out. It was the next best thing to a cake, with diets and all.

Actually pondering over what you would wish, only one thing comes to mind. 

Closing your eyes, you blow the flame out quickly, only one thing repeating in your mind as you do.

‘All I wish for is you, Julia.’

It puts a small smile on your lips, that much you can’t deny, and as you open your eyes you see the smile is mirrored by the girl across from you, her soft, plump lips stretching into that familiar smile you love oh so much.

“Soooo, what did you wish for?” She asks playfully, smirking at the silly smile painted on your face. 

“I don’t wish and tell Juli, those are the rules.” You make a play on the popular saying, backing away from her slowly, as if she wouldn’t notice. Her eyes narrow at you, like she knew something you didn’t.

“Oh really, that’s how it is?” She moves closer to you on the bed, knees just about touching now as she continues her interrogation, looking up at you through her painted lashes. 

“Mhm, that’s exactly how it is mi amor.” The casual nickname slips out from between your lips as she leans in closer to you, face only centimeters from your own. You see the way her eyes flick down to rest on your lips for just a second, her hands creeping onto your knees carefully, like she didn’t want to startle you.

You copy her, eyes looking down at the soft lips not too far away from yours, wanting nothing other than to just close the gap between you.

“Do it.” The faint whisper comes from the girl across from you, her lips barely parted as she speaks in that low faint tone, her eyes briefly meeting yours as they look up from your lips. Your eyes look back down at her lips, tongue peeking out to wet your lips quickly. “Kiss me.”

You don’t waste another second after that, leaning in and capturing her lips with your own. They were everything you could have hoped for and more, sweet like the candy you had shared before, with just the smallest hint of mango from the lipgloss she had put on earlier in the day. Her lips were soft like pillows and it felt like you were dreaming, in what world could she not be a figment of your imagination.

When she starts to pull away you chase after her lips, one taste of her and you were already hooked on the drug that is Julia Romero. 

“Was that what you wished for?” She asks, her hand pressing against the middle of your chest to almost stop you from catching her lips with yours again.

“Yes, you, all I wished for was you.” Julia smiles with her whole face, looking at you all sweetly like she always did, that love in her eyes stronger than ever. 

“Good, because that’s what I wished for too.” Your expression turns confused, like you couldn’t understand what she was saying.

“You wished for yourself too?” The girl has to keep herself from rolling her eyes at your stupidity, instead laying down on the bed just beside where you’re still sitting up and extending her arms out for you to crawl into.

“You’re a dumbass.” She says, laughing as you bury your face in her neck and sigh loudly, throwing your leg around her hips and pulling her entire body into yours.

“Yeah but I’m your dumbass.” Now that you knew she liked you, you would never let her go. And based on the way she laughed and hummed in agreement, you were pretty sure she liked the idea of that too.

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The next few months go surprisingly well, with Julia coming down to visit on the weekends every month and you going up to Madrid two weeks after that. The months neither of you had time to visit, that’s when facetime was used the most. 

It hurt, not being able to see each other every day, but that was simply life. School and training started picking up again, especially as you had finally been moved up to the senior team permanently, playing in the dying minutes of games and even scoring at times.

But you knew that it would pay off, all the time spent on the pitch and away from your girlfriend, as you got to dedicate all the goals you scored to her. When you scored, the first thing you did was kiss the tape you always had around your wrist (from an old injury that still caused some pain), her name hidden beneath a layer of it, before you ran towards the camera at the corner flag to do your half of the duo celebration you’d both come up with years ago.

In reality it was just a handshake, but you did your half of it in front of the camera every time, no matter what, because you knew she was at home doing the other half.

That was until the last game of the 21/22 season, Sevilla v Barcelona. The team hadn’t lost a game the whole season, undefeated in Liga F and you wanted to break their streak. 

Definitely not because a certain someone was in the crowd, waving enthusiastically every time your eyes met as you warmed up. No, it wasn’t her. 

You wanted to impress her, not that you’d ever tell her that, seeing as you’d never hear the end of it if you did. 

Like usual, you sat on the bench for most of the game, exchanging silly faces with your girl, not even batting an eye as Barcelona hit the net one, two, three, four, five times. She was all you could focus on when you sat on the uncomfortable bench, leg bouncing up and down in anticipation for the call to get on the pitch.

“Y/l/n, it’s time, go warm up.” Your coach told you, watching with careful eyes as you started going through the motions of warming up. It was only the 65th minute, so you had plenty of time to make your mark on the game, like you wanted to.

Only a minute or two later you’re standing at the sidelines, looking back to where your girl is sitting for a bit of reassurance, the girl flashing a big smile and two equally enthusiastic thumbs up your way. Taking a big breath in, you breathe out through your mouth, holding your hands up for your teammate to slap as she makes her way off the pitch for you to enter.

“This is surely not what Barcelona have expected from Sevilla, 14 year old superstar in the making Y/n Y/l/n stepping onto the pitch, towering over her grown opponents as she takes her place in the striker position.” The commentators explain to the people watching the game online, looking on as the game restarts, the ball in Barcelona’s half. You can feel the atmosphere in the stadium, the small section of Sevilla fans cheering louder than the Barcelona fans for just a moment as you step on. 

The academy product, scoring against women twice her age most of the time, a superstar from their very own city. They had the right to be proud.

Loudest of all was your girlfriend, standing and cheering for you in one of your old Spain jerseys, as much as she did love you, there was no way that she would ever wear another team’s shirt.

The Barcelona team you were meeting was probably the most difficult team to play against, their skilled midfielders keeping the ball from you and the centerbacks keeping you from ever getting close to their goal. Still, you were nothing if not determined.

Getting the ball back to your feet, you think about all the videos you’d watched and analyzed of the opposing team, how they built up their attacks, how they closed down other teams, everything. All of it is in your head, you know them, you know how they play and you know how to use it to your advantage.

Starting your run through the middle of the pitch, the first player you encounter is Ana-Maria, her style was easy, and it was even easier to tap the ball between her open legs and push around her, continuing your run. 

The next player running towards you is a certain Aitana Bonmatí, undoubtedly one of the best players in the world and a player that’s more difficult to get through, given not only the technical skill she possesses but also the pure physicality of the shorter woman. Switching the ball onto your non-dominant foot, you quickly maneuver it to the other one, flicking the ball up in the air before taking advantage of the height difference to run around her and head the ball back down to your foot. 

Next up was Mapí Leon, a player that wouldn’t hesitate to use brute force to stop you from getting the ball in the goal, still, like Bonmati she was quite short. Running straight at her, like you predicted, she slides in to get the ball, only you’ve already chipped it straight over her outstretched legs, running to the edge of the penalty box. 

The last line of defense, Paños, the one you have the most trouble reading. The goalkeeper rushes out towards you, making herself as big as possible to be able to deflect any shot from your foot. The one thing she doesn’t realize is the fact that you have a knack for curling the ball around the keeper in the most infuriating way possible.

The whole team watches with stunned expressions as the ball travels towards the goal, landing in the bottom corner with a satisfying swish. Two minutes, that’s all it took for you to make your mark on the game, two damn minutes.

Running towards the Sevilla fans on the opposite side of the pitch, you dutifully kiss the tape on your wrist, then tap the badge atop your heart before stopping in front of your girlfriend, holding your hand out to do your celebration.

Moments later, after the whole handshake is done, you wink at her before taking your leave, not forgetting to bow down in front of the screaming fans. Sure, you were still 5-1 down, but you had just scored against the biggest team in the country so you were allowed to celebrate.

Returning to your position, the game restarts and you immediately notice the increased mancoverage on you, you could barely even get the ball before there would be an annoying Barcelona player breathing down your neck.

Using this to your advantage, you distracted the women around you as your teammates built up attacking plays. At the same time, you were still freshly on with loads of energy, leaving the tired players to chase after you as you made runs upon runs.

In the 76th minute you see your teammate run up the wing and you just know she needs a head to meet the ball she plays into the box. Running as fast as you can, you launch yourself up towards the ball, angling it down to the ground just inside the goal with your head, like a bird of sorts.

A brace off the bench against one of the best teams in the world, yeah that’s just something you would do. This time you run towards the cornerflag, your team surrounding you as you get various pats on your head and shoulders. When the team starts to leave to their positions on the field, you decide to do one last thing in front of the furious Barcelona fans. 

You blow a kiss to the crowd, laughing at their overreactions to the simple gesture.

In the 89th minute, you find yourself surrounded by shorter women, all trying to keep you from rising up above them and heading the ball from the corner into the goal. Like the slippery eel you are, you try to run circles around them, trying to confuse them with your position.

When you finally settle between two of their defenders you decide to be a little cheeky, one of your favorite pastime activities.   

“So are all Barca defenders this short? Or have I just struck gold today?” You tease Mapi, who’s elbow meets your ribs harshly, almost making you double over in pain. There wasn’t much muscle protecting your dear ribs yet, or the rest of your body to be fair, so impact was felt to the full extent.

“Are you not meant to be doing your fifth grade homework?” She asks in the same tone as you had before, looking back at you with that oversure expression on her face. You just know that you have to wipe it off her face, with a goal preferably.

“Aren’t you supposed to be playing bingo with the other elders? Or can you just not reach the table?” Before Mapi can retort, the ball is played into the box and with athleticism that only Zlatan could rival, you leap up into the air, twisting around so that your heel meets the ball with your back to the goal, a perfect scorpion kick.  Well as perfect as it could be with you ending up on the ground in the goal.

Dying minute bangers, another specialty of yours.

Blowing another kiss, this time towards the Spanish defender standing dumbfounded in front of you, you get up off the floor, running past her to get back to your own half, not without yelling a quick “that one was for you” to the world class defender. All in good fun of course, you wouldn’t do it maliciously, especially not seeing as they were still leading.

The final whistle is blown only moments later, leaving you to collapse onto the pitch in pure exhaustion from the game. Considering the fact that you’d already played a full 90 against a U23 team earlier that week, you were pretty tired.

Wondering silently if you could just take a nap in the middle of the field, you’re interrupted in your daydreaming by a hand in front of your face, a hand leading up to a player in blaugrana. 

“You had a good game kid, next time though, could you not score a hattrick off the bench?” Mapi helps you up and off the ground, shaking your hand properly as you just stand there, a silly smile on your face.

“I can score a double hat trick with a start if that would make you feel any better?” The older defender ruffles your hair quickly at the teasing before she lets you go, sending you on your merry way to wherever it is you went after games.

Trudging across the pitch, you almost fall into your girlfriend’s arms as soon as you get close enough, pretty much falling asleep in the crook of her neck. She giggles sweetly and the sound paints a smile on your face, her whispered complaints of how sweaty you were drowned out by your playful yawns. 

Pulling away from her neck, your eyes meet and your cheeks turn even more red than before, the physical exertion from the match clearly catching up to you. But no kiss was exchanged, you two wanted to keep your blooming relationship to yourselves and away from the public eye, leading to the act of just being best friends continuing out in the open.

Your girlfriend’s eyes shift from your own to something behind you, eyes widening exponentially at what she found.

“What’s up?” You ask Julia, who just continues to stare at something over your shoulder.

“Enemy, 6 o’clock.” Is all she says in response, rolling her eyes when you just look at her confused, placing her hands on either side of your head to turn it back to where she was looking. A smiling Alexia Putellas making her way over to where you’re standing next to your girlfriend is the last thing you were expecting, but that’s exactly what was happening.

“What the fu-” You start before one of the hands placed on the sides of your head lands over your mouth, Julia clearly not wanting you to swear in front of a legend. Licking her palm, Julia snatches her hand back as quickly as she had put it there, wiping her hand on the front of her shirt.

Looking back at her with a smirk, Julia rolls her eyes again before she slaps the back of your head, Alexia having stopped right in front of you, an unreadable expression on her face.

“You played really good today Y/n, impressive for your age, don’t be surprised if you hear from your agent within the coming days.” She smiles before turning on her heel, almost whiplashing you with the quick statement. 

Looking back at the brunette, she meets your gaze with a knowing look in her eyes and a smile stretched across her lips.

“Accept it.” Julia tells you silently, the fond look never disappearing off her face.

“What?” You ask the Real Madrid youth player, not understanding what she meant by that. There wasn’t a world wherein Julia Romero would tell you to join Barcelona.

“If you get a contract offer from them, you have to accept it.” She clarifies, looking you in the eyes deeply, like she was telling you that she was being fully truthful, which she was either way.

“Why?”

“It’s what’s best for your career, I won’t let a little rivalry destroy us. Plus it'll make El Clasico 10 times more fun when I’ll absolutely crush you.” She winks at the end, making you blush once again.

“Oh in your dreams, pretty girl.” Starting to walk back to your locker room, you keep up the conversation with your girl, walking backwards to see her.

“You know you are.” Stumbling over your feet, you fall back onto your butt at the words, the already visible blush on your face growing darker, both at the words but also what you had done.

It’s just like you to score a hattrick against the best team in the world then trip over your own feet walking backwards.

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Just like that, a few days later Barcelona offered you a contract and the rest was history. You moved out of the small house in Sevilla to Barcelona, where you moved into the home of the two overbearing English women. A key part in the 22/23 Champions League winning squad, you scored a goal in the final of the competition, the winning goal that got you the shiny gold medal hanging over your bed, which then led to you being called up to the senior national team and winning a World Cup gold, but that’s a story for another day.

You continued to see Julia on the weekends neither of you had anything to do, getting on a train to Madrid under the guise of having a sleepover with Vicky, meeting up with your girl, spending the night and then going back to Barcelona just in time for Lucy to pick you up from Vicky’s house. Sure it cost you a good 100 euros every time, with the train tickets and the so-called ‘Vicky bribe’, but it was so worth it.

You got a weekend with your girlfriend and Vicky got 20 euros. A win-win.

During the two years you’d lived with the English women, they hadn’t suspected anything, not that you had a girlfriend nor that you went and visited her as often as you possibly could.

Well they didn’t suspect anything until the Clasico, where they had seen you both laughing and smiling all secretly to each other, like something was going on between you and the Real Madrid player.

Coincidentally, that day was also the day when your girlfriend first met your unofficial parents. 

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The first El Clásico you had played against your girl had ended in a 4-1 win to Barcelona, with you scoring a brace and Julia scoring Madrid’s sole goal. She had been moved up to the first team at the start of the 23/24 season and despite her technically being your enemy, you were still over the moon for her.

As soon as the final whistle had been blown, you dropped to the floor like you always did, ready to take an impromptu nap right there and then.

A recognisable giggle sounds from above you, opening one eye to look up at the white clad midfielder standing in front of you with a hand out, you don’t waste a second before taking the hand in your own, pulling the girl down onto the ground instead of pulling yourself up.

“Lia, my sweetheart, what are you doing down on the ground?” You ask her playfully as she slaps your shoulder, sitting up and looking down at you with that captivating smile on her face, rolling her eyes at you like you loved.

“You’re an idiot, you know that.” Nodding along with her words, you mirror her, sitting up and leaning your weight back onto your hands, smiling mischievously her way.

“Yeah, you’ve told me like a gazillion times.” Wifting your arms around as you speak, you don’t notice Lucy and Keira making their way over to you and your ‘friend’.

“Told you what?” Lucy interrupts, looking between you and Julia rapidly, trying to understand the relationship there, friends or something more. 

“Nothing special Lucifer, did you want anything or did you just come to interrupt?” Stifling a laugh at Lucy's expression, you look at your girlfriend, thinking you’d see a smile stretched over her pillowy lips, instead finding what you assume to be a look of dread on her face.

Rolling your eyes good naturedly, you stand up from your sitting position and dust yourself off before offering a courteous hand to your secret girlfriend, who takes it and stands up, half hiding behind you.

“Right, Robert, Keira, this is my childhood friend Julia, who unfortunately plays for Real Madrid which means she’ll never win anything ever.” You tease the brunette, like you always did, it was just too easy. Still, you were met with a slap to the back of your head, like usual, before she sticks her hand out to properly introduce herself to your pseudo moms. 

“Julia Romero, nice to meet you both.” The way you’re looking at her definitely exposes you more than it should, but you don’t mind it, the two women in front of you knew nothing about your love life as it was.

“Childhood friends you say? Nothing else…?” Lucy really wasn’t smooth, or subtle for that matter as she tried asking you the question they were both thinking.

“Childhood friends, we’re actually best friends but I didn’t think that was a worthwhile distinction.” You respond sassily, Lucy ruffling your hair before you could even try to stop her, and whilst it was annoying for you, it did put a smile on Julia’s face and that was all that mattered.

“Alright, alright, just wrap it up soon, the bus leaves in 15.” The two leave after that, and suddenly you’re just standing with your girlfriend, all alone. 

“Well, I should get going, my teammates are probably wondering where I am.” Her voice trails off as she points over her shoulder and you smile, raising your eyebrows softly.

“I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” 

As you both make your way back to your respective locker rooms, you’re both oblivious to the bets being placed on what your relationship actually is.

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Champions League final 2024, one of the biggest games of your career, big games that keep piling up as you play for Barcelona. A final, it was a final and Jona had insisted on starting you.

Big breath in, big breath out. It’s fine. You can do this.

Walking out onto the pitch, your eyes immediately search for her, the twinkling green that you love so so much. She waves at you all excited in the old and tattered spain jersey she had insisted on wearing. Breath in, breath out. It’s time.

The first 20 minutes or so are calm, filled with counter attacks and defending against another one of the best teams in the world, it’s just Lyon.

Weaving through defender after defender, not unlike how you had against your current team nearly two years before, your brain is on autopilot, just focusing on getting the ball in the goal no matter what. And that you do, curling the ball around the defenders, watching as it ends up in the top corner of the goal.

Champions League final, yeah right.

Pointing to the brunette in the stands, everyone in the arena understands that the goal was dedicated to her, no one seeing the wink you send her though before you return to restart the game.

The rest is pretty simple, Aitana scoring just before half time and then Alexia scoring only minutes after coming on as a substitute. It all goes so fast, because suddenly the final whistle goes and you’ve won another Champions League.

You won the Champions League. 

You don’t realize it until after you’ve all gotten your medals and done the trophy lift. No, it isn’t until there’s a sprinting Julia Romero heading your way that you actually register it, you won. 

There’s a split second between when you catch her and when you make the decision to kiss her that you can’t help but think about all that has happened since you first got together. Two Champions League finals won, a World Cup victory, a contract from Barcelona, her getting into the senior squad at Real Madrid, her winning various tournaments with the youth teams, her joining you in the senior national team. So much had happened in so little time, and yet she was the best thing of all.

And so, you kiss her. For the first time, you actually kiss her in public, in front of friends and family, but also the millions of people watching from behind their screens. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, arms tangling around your neck, fingers running through your hair. Your hands settle under her thighs, supporting her body so that she wouldn’t be able to just fall off.

The kiss is just magical, PG enough so that you don’t get yelled at but still some tongue action going on. Her lips are as soft as the day you first kissed her, just as sweet but now there’s a hint of salt, wet tears rolling down her cheeks as she kisses you.

Pulling away, your hands roam up until they settle against the sides of her face, thumbs brushing away the tears that just seem to keep on falling. Her forehead leans against yours, nose nudging yours as she asks for another kiss.

Releasing her legs from their grip around your waist, Julia stands in front of you, her arms threading around your neck again as she brings you down for yet another kiss, this one not as passionate, more like a congratulations kiss. Pulling back, she pecks your lips twice before fully letting you go.

“Why are you crying baby?” Tears were still rolling down her face, no matter how much you tried to wipe them, they kept on coming. 

“I’m just so proud of you, look at how far you’ve come. You won the Champions League.” Smiling at her adorable reasoning, you lean in to kiss her once more, well that is until you’re interrupted, yet again by a certain someone.

“Childhood friends huh? Nothing more? I knew you were together, I could see it.” Turning towards Lucy, you roll your eyes at the statement, clearly she did know a little, but obviously not everything.

“So you know that I actually didn’t sleep over at Vicky’s all those times then? That I was really in Madrid all those times?” You tease, which was probably a bad idea, considering the fact that you definitely were not allowed to go to Madrid over the weekends. “Amor, I’ll see you in a little.” You rush out before you start running, Lucy wasting no time and chasing after you.

A calmer looking Keira comes up to Julia, who’s standing there dumbfounded, and offers her the hand that’s not clutching onto the trophy.

“Welcome to our little family, they do that sometimes, same level of maturity, them two.” Julia shakes her head fondly, looking at the terrified expression you’re wearing as you get chased around the pitch. “They’ll calm down soon, then we can take some pictures together, all of us. You’ll come home with us later, right?” 

And even though Julia knew she’d be teased for the rest of her life, she still stood and posed for photos with you and the CL trophy her rivals had won. 

Photos that later got posted to your instagram with the caption;

My trophy and my wife, nothing better in life.

[batllethinker]

A new day | K.Walsh + O.Batlle + L.Bronze

Pairing: caregiver!ona + little!keira + protector!luce

Summary: Keiras first day at chelsea is hard for everyone

Warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, age regression, anxiety, protectiveness, luces autism is a big part

Leaving Barcelona was never going to be easy. Keira had arrived at the club with immediate regrets, but by the end of her stay, she was in tears at the prospect of leaving people who had quickly become her family. People who had welcomed her, loved her in a way no one had before.

She despised change. Sure, she had even more support and love this time around, and the logical part of her brain knew a return to the UK had been imminent; but her heart couldn’t bare being taken from Ona. The last few weeks had been torture; she cried until she couldn’t anymore. Every night. While her mama was there to hold her, and then when she wasn’t.

Chelsea terrified her. Sure, Lucy was there, but mama wasn’t. Her sisters and friends, who she loved and spent every moment with, weren’t. What if she hadn’t told them she loved them enough? What if Ona wasn’t being honest when she said being apart wouldn’t change them? The anxiety debilitated her. She could hardly even bring herself to FaceTime Ona the night before her first training session, and she always wanted to speak to her mama.

That first morning, Kei wakes early, the tight squeeze of Luce’s arms wrapped around her. Despite that, she is cold and shivery, nauseous even. Definitely nauseous.

Lucy had done everything Ona had suggested to make the next day easier. The cutest PJs, a warm bath before bed, a colouring page each, Ona even stayed on FaceTime while her girl fell asleep against Luce’s chest. It all helped, of course it did. But nothing lessened the agonising heartache shared by both Keira and Ona alike. A hard price to pay for the love they shared.

Ona hid her tears, but her girls were well aware of just how wrecked their mama was. Lucy didn’t like to think about it too much, the fact that her favourite people were hurting so immensely and she couldn’t do anything about it. She had experienced many heartaches, separations, and labours of love in her lifetime, but it never got easier. Especially not now. Not with these two.

Keira turns out of Lucy’s grip, clutching her teddy that had been quietly abandoned in the night in favour of snuggling her sister instead. She feels her emotions well up very suddenly and uncontrollably, her chest so tight it feels like it might be collapsing inwards.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” Lucy asks, no reprieve from her worries. She turns Keira over and clasps her face gently, assessing her expression. Kei gives a small shrug away from Lucy’s hands. “Little bit.” She murmurs, and turns around again.

Lucy observes Kei with sad eyes, beginning to rub her back.

“We’ll be happy again, you know.”

Keira says nothing, but Lucy knows it to be true. Deep down at least. On the surface, her mind is already running in hundreds of directions of anxiety and worries, and it’s only half past six in the morning.

Luce leans in, nuzzling her nose against the back of Kei’s neck, even giving it a gentle bite, making her sister squeal and curl up into a tighter balll. Lucy giggles, replacing it with a kiss.

“I’ll make us something to eat, then we’ll get going, yeah? Tell me if there’s anything I can do to make it better.”

Keira nods passively. She didn’t like to reject comfort, especially not from people she loved dearly, but her body spoke before she did.

Lucy leans over to press a kiss to her cheek before bolting out of bed towards the kitchen. Kei’s legs extend towards the warm sheets where Lucy was a few moments ago, and she is hit with sour memories of how she’d do the same thing when Ona went to the bathroom at night. Always needing the quiet reminder of her mama’s warmth, that she’d be back soon.

Keira hadn’t felt such a deep, gut-wrenching pain in a long time.

Getting Kei into her kit a little while later is a task and a half. As they get ready, Lucy talks her ear off, walking circles around her when she’s not helping Kei with something, instead attempting to make the bed among other menial tasks.

“Stop it!” Kei protests eventually, frustrated with Lucy’s constant movement, stamping her foot, making Luce stop her mindless chatter in its tracks.

“Sorry.” Lucy murmurs, her face stricken as she realises she has probably gone too far and let her worries manifest outwardly.

“Mama just- she’s really worried. I’m worried too. I’m really worried about you both.” Lucy approaches her slowly, her heart hammering as she watches Keira slowly break down at the mention of Ona.

“I need mama.” Keira sobs into her hands, struggling to catch her breath, to which Lucy quickly wraps her up in a tight embrace, pulling her hands away from her face and letting Kei’s tears soak her own hoodie instead.

Lucy once again feels endlessly, pitifully helpless. She stares off into the distance, wracking her brain for solutions as she rubs Keira’s back. She finds none.

“I know Kei-Kei.” She says with a tender sweetness. “But I’ve got you now and I’ve got you today. Not gonna let anyone hurt you. One step at a time, yeah? You’re a brave girl for mama, for me, you always make us proud.” Lucy rocks her slightly, the pressure helping ease some of the tightness in Kei’s chest.

“I know we’ll eat at training but I’ll make us a cheat meal tonight. I’ve got lots of sweeties in my cupboard. We can cuddle up, watch some TV or make some bracelets, and call mama. I’m not gonna let you go kitten.” Lucy feels her sister’s fears clouding the room’s energy, and she hates it. She loves Keira, more than she’ll ever know. She hates even more that she can’t do anything about how awful that first day at training will inevitably be.

“Don’t want new friends.” Keira mumbles sadly against the fabric after composing her breathing, refusing to lift her head. Lucy sighs. She loves making new friends, but nothing will compare to her family at Barca. She also remembers the nauseating feeling of being away from her mama and sisters for the first time, and how horribly that wrecked her for weeks. She couldn’t be herself, no matter how hard she tried. She masked every want, every emotion, leading to complete burnout at the end of each day. She wouldn’t let that happen to Keira.

“One step at a time. You don’t have to talk to anyone you don’t want to. I’ll take care you.” Lucy consoles, wiping Keira’s tears, feeling her own throat tighten when she thinks too much about how horribly she misses Ona.

—

In the car, Lucy outstretches her hand to hold Keira’s for the length of the drive.

“I love you.” Lucy says, after a period of music filled silence.

Kei hesitates. She is looking out of the window with that woefully distant, somber look, that says nothing of what she’s thinking.

“I love you too Luce.” She answers in a small voice. Saying the words without mama around is hard, but meaning them is easy. She just can’t think too much about happy, fluffy thoughts for now. She opens her phone with her shaky free hand, rereading her texts from mama.

Hi my most precious girl, good luck today at training. I’m so proud of you, you’re going to do just fine. I pinky, pinky promise. I love you so much!

I am so sad to be apart today. But you wouldn’t be my angel if I didn’t let you fly, so I must do that. It’s okay to cry, it’s okay if today, or this week, or this month isn’t easy. Mama will always be there for you at the end of it. Just promise me you won’t hide anything from me or your sisters, okay?

“W-what if they make me do…initiation?”

“No.” Lucy says sternly and quickly, shutting the fear down as quickly as Keira confessed it.

“Never ever. I’m stronger than all of them, I don’t care what happens to me, but no one is going near you and they’ll regret it if they do. I mean it Kei.” And Keira believes it.

—

Training is hard. So many people, so many voices, Lucy can only watch on as the emotional overwhelm builds inside of Kei. She masks, she focuses on the game, but her discomfort is palpable.

And Luce, well, Luce doesn’t leave her side. And it drives pup just a bit mad that she can’t focus on anything but her sister. She feels trapped, in a way, not a concern more pressing than whether Kei was managing or not. The others notice, of course they do.

“Lucy,” Jojo stops Lucy after lunch as she leaves the bathroom.

“What’s up?” Her tone is gentle, her hand softly grazing Lucy’s arm. Lucy’s lips part but no words form.

“You’re so worried about Keira, aren’t you.” Jojo says quietly, letting them have their moment of privacy. Lucy shifts her weight between her feet, looking behind Jojo instead of at her.

“Yeah. Really worried. I just…don’t know how to help.” Luce admits. Even now, she worries one of the other girls are pestering Kei, or worse, she is somewhere on her own.

Jojo, ever empathetic, pauses before continuing, noticing the tense look in Luce’s eyes. “I’m sorry Lucy. I honestly…didn’t realise how hard this would be for her…or you both.”

Lucy purses her lips and nods. “It’s hard.”

Johanna sighs contemplatively and rubs Lucy’s arm more certainly, sensing just how tense she is.

“How special is that you’re both so loved, hm? Keira will find her place here, I don’t doubt it. But for now, you’re doing a great job. Just be gentle to yourself. We can’t have you getting in too much of a state because of this.” Jojo says with gentle but firm concern, and Lucy glances around a bit, before nodding. Usually her and Jojo were so playful. This was something newer for them.

“Thanks Jojo.” Lucy says with a half-hearted smile, and they pull each other into a hug. Usually their hugs are quick, but this time, Lucy needs it.

—

Luce watches the way the girls bicker and murmur to each other in spare moments about Kei. How unlike herself she is, how sad she looks, how differently she is treating them. Kei is never mean when she is upset, well, unless provoked, but her withdrawn nature is evident. She doesn’t let it affect her performance too much, but Lucy sees how slowly but surely, she is breaking down.

Lucy wants to break down too. She knows deep down how much Ona is struggling. She knows her mama is sensitive, like them, and her girls are her everything. They give her purpose, fulfillment, they remind her to love herself as much as they love her. Luce knows her mama struggles sometimes, when she is alone or without the sweet voices of people who love her. She hates that she isn’t there to protect Ona from those dangerous, horrid thoughts. Ona couldn’t be more perfect in her eyes, and she had so many reasons to admire her. Just how deeply she loved was one of them.

—

The moment they step in the car, Kei bursts into tears, hardly stopping for most of the journey. Luce’s focus is tested when her own eyes get misty and her hands get shakier. A few silent tears get quickly wiped up by her sleeve.

Suddenly, her apartment is the last place they both want to be. At least, she thinks, they are together for this. Even if the sadness seems to drive a slight tension between them.

Not even Narla can put a true smile on Kei’s face, their sweet doggie always sensitive to the emotions of her owners.

“Go lay down,” Lucy instructs, kneeling down to take Kei’s shoes off for her. They had already changed out of their kit after training, Luce knowing Kei would want to be in comfy clothes as soon as possible.

“Will you come sit with me?” Kei says sadly, her voice smaller and more hesitant than it has been all day. Lucy notices her dropping, and prepares for a difficult evening.

“Of course I will.” Luce says certainly, cupping Kei’s face and kissing her forehead thoughtfully. The sound of Narla’s paws padding along behind Kei as they go towards the couch comforts Luce just a bit.

Lucy stands, solitary in the kitchen for a moment. There is nothing she can do. That phrase repeats in her mind like a dagger to her heart. What will happen in the weeks going forward? What if this is just all too much…and Ona…or Kei…decides they can’t do this anymore?

She sends Ona a frantic text.

I love you so so much mama, I want you here more than anything.

The replying bubble pops up immediately.

How is Kei doing, baby? You’ve done such a good job at taking care of her. Not long before I’ll come see you both. Love you too puppy girl.

Lucy answers truthfully.

So sad, mama. I’ve been giving her hugs and I’m gonna take care of her tonight but she misses you lots. She didn’t talk to anyone properly today, but she was nice and did good at the training itself.

Ona answers.

Call in 10 minutes?

Yes please mama

Setting down her phone, she feels her lip begin to quiver, but before it can, she rushes out of the kitchen with their water bottles and some biscuits in hand, the sudden movement helping redirect her thoughts. Kei is on the couch, that spacey, melancholic look in her eyes as Narla rests comfortably on her chest. Their dog was good at that; knowing when her presence was needed, either as a calm or more lively distraction. Kei’s fingers absentmindedly stroke her fur.

“Mama’s gonna call in 10 minutes, is that okay?” Lucy asks, and Kei, avoiding eye-contact, nods hesitantly. Lucy sits down on the other end of the sofa, Kei’s feet on her lap, but her sister quickly flips her positioning so she’s laying on Lucy’s lap instead. Narla settles in front of her, and Kei finally closes her eyes.

Lucy puts on an episode of their favourite sitcom, one perpetually on loop in Ona’s apartment, not thinking too much about it as she strokes Kei’s hair. Despite the safe and quiet space, she begins to worry about just how horrible her sister might have found today. She hasn’t spoken much, but Luce knows that’s hard to do when she’s feeling small and vulnerable. Luce herself worries about an impending burnout from all this…worry. The last thing she wants is for Kei to see her in that headspace, when everything just comes crashing down.

And then there was Ona. How worried she must be. The thought of her amazing, sweet mama, withdrawn, isolated, and crumbling from her sadness. Luce’s heart can’t bare the thought. She would do anything, anything to be there for her.

After a few minutes, Luce notices the settled pace of her sister’s breathing. Finally, she seems to be resting. Maybe the faint buzz of the TV helps to drown out any other thoughts, maybe she is just so exhausted from the day.

As promised, Ona FaceTimes them. Lucy grabs her laptop from the coffee table and encourages a sleepy Kei to sit up. If it weren’t for it being their mama, Kei would have definitely thrown a fit. Instead she just leans against Lucy with a grouchy expression, blanket pulled up to her chin.

“Hola mi chicas, mis bebés,” Ona says, smiling fondly as she adjusts her camera.

“Hi,” Lucy says and Keira murmurs in unison, her eyes wide as she takes Ona in. Lucy’s arm is around Kei, squeezing her shoulder gently.

“You got through it.” Ona says, looking at Keira for the most part.

“Suppose so.” The blonde sighs, leaning her head against Lucy.

“Tired?” Ona asks with a faint smile. Keira nods, rubbing her eyes before sitting up properly.

“My sweet girls…I miss you so much. It wasn’t easy today but…we did it, right?” Ona doesn’t sound as certain as she usually does. Lucy immediately notices the pain in her eyes, the probable lack of sleep. It shatters her. Lucy nods.

“Tell me about today, Kei. Tell me how you’re feeling my angel.”

It takes Kei a moment to compose her thoughts. “It was…difficult. I didn’t like the way people looked at me, like I was doing something wrong for being sad. I couldn’t help it. I…it didn’t feel right at all. Being there. Even with Luce. I wanted to go home.” She says, and Luce rubs her arm in consolation. Ona’s look is one of deep concern.

“I’m so, so proud of you for getting through it. There wasn’t a moment today where I wasn’t thinking about you both. My sweet princess, the bravest I’ve ever known.” Ona coos, though it lacks the usual happy affliction she has when talking to little Keira.

“I miss you mama.” Keira says, and her apathetic expression crumples into devastation. Lucy hugs her tightly as she cries, and Ona cries too. Lucy sees the way she has to duck out of view of the camera to wipe her eyes.

“I miss you too. I promise I’ll be there soon. It won’t feel like this for long.” Ona says as she wipes her nose, the guilt of feeling so weak consuming her.

“I wish I could reach through the screen and give you the biggest hug and kiss. Both of you. Lucy…you’ve been such a good pup taking care of your sister. So so good. I can’t even put into words how proud I am of you.” Ona says and it’s Lucy who feels her emotions well up this time.

“I just want to make it all better.” She sniffles, holding Kei tightly.

“I know you do…” Ona says sadly. “I know you do.”

—

They stay on call for most of the evening, even while Luce cooks them some dinner and Kei gets a bit more chatty about her day, the things she noticed about the others, the people she dislikes and the ones she…can just about handle. Ona gets a laugh out of her girl’s persistent brutal honesty, and that laugh is just enough to keep them both going for the rest of the evening. Even when they have to say goodbye, because Ona is heading to bed, Kei keeps babbling about everything and nothing at all until Ona kindly tells her to calm down.

“Chatting with mama always makes you feel better.” Luce says afterwards, noticing the way Kei’s face dropped practically immediately, recoiling into a bout of uncertainty.

“I want mama here.” She says in a little voice.

“She will be soon. Let’s go have a bath, it’ll make you feel better. You’re still sleepy.” Luce extends a hand for Keira to take to get off of the sofa.

“No.” Keira grumbles.

“It will.” Lucy answers.

“You don’t know everything about me.” Keira says petulantly.

Luce, instead, reaches down to her sides to tickle her, and Kei gets sent into a regretful fit of laughter that she can’t suppress even if she tries. “Think I do, kitten.”

[rana030]

not the shared custody 😭😭😭

[newbie-woso]

[leahsgf]

hi!! could you please do a lucy fic where she looks after a younger player (like late teens age) and she gets very protective over them, like when they’re tackled badly or when interacting with fans, or maybe helps them with nightmares, any stuff like that pls

I’VE GOT YOU - lucy bronze

lucy bronze x teen!reader

just lucy being an overprotective older sister figure to you

lucy had been protective over you from the instant she saw you for the first time, after your call up to the senior squad. you were a little baby in comparison to the other girls, and she could sense your anxiousness - immediately taking you under her wing, and being like the older sister you never had.

to say she was fiercely protective over you was the understatement of the century, and this was something well known by everyone around you - so when you found yourself on the receiving end of a particularly rough tackle during a game, there was only one way it would go.

you weren’t entirely sure what had even happened, all you knew is that you were hit, hard, leaving you slumped on the pitch, with pain swarming your body, and blood trickling down your head.

you cried out silently as you were surrounded by your fellow teammates and medics, and everyone except the one person you needed.

alessia and georgia were crouched at your side, holding your hands and stroking your hair in an attempt to comfort you as a splint was placed around your leg, and you were being prepared to be stretchered off.

amongst the ringing noise of the crowd and the worried voices all around you, you could hear lucy’s shouts from a distance as clear as day, worrying as you could hear that she was arguing with both the ref and the opposing player as keira and leah pleaded with her to just leave it be.

“she needs you with her more than she needs you to be doing this. we’ll sort it out, just go to her. she only wants you.” keira pointed towards you.

lucy nodded, as if instantly coming to her senses at a mention of you, before rushing towards the chaos, everyone knowing to part to let her through to you.

“luce.”

you spoke in barely a murmur, yet she was next to you in an instant, as if you had screamed her name - and you visibly relaxed with her presence.

“i’m here sweetheart, i’m here. you’re gonna be okay, hm? i’ve got you.” she pressed a kiss to your head and held your hand as you were carried off the pitch, being subbed off to be with you.

-

she was there for you in other aspects of the games too, always making sure to keep an eye on you when you were meeting the waiting fans at the end of matches, knowing your struggles with anxiety and that you were still only young and relatively new to all of the attention on you.

there was one day where the shouts of your name, shirts being thrown and phones thrusted in front of your face became a little too much, and you froze - completely overwhelmed, and she was quick to be next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and guiding you towards the tunnel after thanking all of the fans for coming.

“you did great, little one. gets a bit much for us all sometimes, it’s perfectly okay to have boundaries, let’s head out - fancy a movie night?”

-

the pair of you always roomed together, as she was your unofficial guardian whilst you were on camp or away for games, and those were the moments where she saw you at your most vulnerable.

you had been plagued with nightmares from a very young age - and they worsened as your anxiety peaked.

you often woke in tears, struggling to catch your breath in the darkness, but lucy never once hesitated to comfort you, no matter the time of night or how tired she was, she’d be rubbing your back and talking you through it.

“there’s my girl, you’re doing so well. i’ve got you.”

-

i’m not sure if i’m happy with the ending but i just want to post it so i’m ending it here…

[celestixldarling]

to the woso writers of tumblr I am on my hands and knees begging you for more sickeningly sweet tooth rotting fluff of my wife lucy bronze😭 I need more cutesy shit of her pleaseeee otherwise I will die

[postmariannizm]

This type of tenderness between women, this looks like a baroque painting