Alexia Putellas x daughter!reader
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Y/N had known this day was coming. Everyone had.
The announcements had been made. The videos had been prepared. The interviews scheduled. The goodbye speeches written and rewritten a hundred times.
But somehow, sitting in the stands of Camp Nou made it feel real. And Y/N hated it. The stadium was packed.
Thousands and thousands of supporters filled the seats, many wearing shirts with Alexia's name across the back.
Some held signs. Some cried openly. Some simply sat quietly, taking in the moment.
Because this wasn't just a player leaving. This was the end of an era.
And right in the middle of the pitch sat a single chair.
Behind it stood every major trophy she'd won during her legendary Barcelona career.
A lifetime of success. A lifetime of memories. Y/N sat between her aunt, Alba, and her grandmother, Eli.
Neither woman had stopped crying for almost twenty minutes.
"You okay?" Alba whispered softly.
Y/N nodded immediately. Too quickly. Because she wasn't okay. Not even close. But she refused to cry. Not yet.
Her eyes already burned. Her throat hurt. And every time she looked down at her mum sitting on the pitch talking to the interviewer, she felt another crack appear in her chest.
Alexia looked calm. Strong. Confident. Like she always did. But Lilly knew her better than anyone.
She could see the sadness hiding behind the smile. The emotion in her eyes every time she glanced around the stadium. The way she occasionally stopped speaking for a second when memories hit her.
The little signs nobody else noticed. Eli squeezed Y/N's hand. "She's doing well."
Her voice sounded strange. Tiny.
Across the row, several current and former teammates watched with red eyes.
Aitana kept blinking rapidly.
Serra was already crying.
Even Vicky had gone unusually quiet.
Nobody wanted this day. Not really. Down on the pitch, the interviewer asked another question. "What's your proudest moment here?"
Alexia laughed softly. Then looked around the stadium. "There are too many."
The crowd applauded immediately. Lilly felt her eyes sting. Too many. Of course there were.
Fourteen years. Fourteen years wearing Barcelona colours. Fourteen years becoming one of the greatest players the club had ever seen.
The giant screens around the stadium started showing old clips.
Young Alexia making her debut.
Alexia celebrating goals.
Alexia hugging teammates.
The crowd roared at every moment. But Y/N couldn't stop staring at her mum. Because Alexia wasn't watching the screen. She was watching the fans.
Like she was trying to memorize every single face. Every single moment. Every single sound.
The realization nearly broke Y/N. Because suddenly she understood. This wasn't just a goodbye. This was Alexia saying goodbye to home.
The place she'd spent almost half her life. The place she'd built everything. And now she was leaving. For real.
Alba rubbed Lilly's shoulder. "You don't have to be brave all the time, you know."
That almost did it. Almost.
Y/N swallowed hard. "I'm fine."
Alba and Eli exchanged a look. Neither believed her. Not for a second.
The interview continued for another fifteen minutes. Questions. Stories. Memories. Laughter. Tears.
The entire stadium hanging on every word. Then finally the interviewer smiled. "One last thing."
Alexia looked up. The interviewer gestured toward the crowd.
"Would you like to say goodbye?"
The silence that followed felt enormous. Alexia stood slowly. The entire stadium immediately rose with her. Thousands of people. One giant standing ovation.
The applause thundered around Camp Nou. Louder. And louder. And louder.
Alexia covered her mouth. For the first time all day, she looked overwhelmed.Actually overwhelmed. Lilly felt tears threaten again.
Her mum stood there staring at the people who had loved her for fourteen years. People chanting her name. People crying. People thanking her. People refusing to sit down.
Alexia eventually stepped toward the microphone. Her voice cracked immediately. The crowd went even quieter. "Thank you."
That was all she managed at first. Just two words. And somehow those two words hurt more than any speech could. Because everyone understood.
Alexia spoke for several minutes after that. Thanking supporters. Thanking coaches. Thanking teammates. Thanking her family.
Every sentence made Y/N's chest tighter. Every memory felt like another goodbye.
By the time Alexia finished, half the stadium was crying. Including her. Including Y/N.
Even though she still hadn't let the tears fall. Not yet.
The ceremony officially ended. And immediately people started making their way onto the pitch. Family. Friends. Teammates. Staff.
Y/N nodded. Her legs felt strangely weak. The walk onto the pitch felt unreal. Like a dream. Or maybe a nightmare. She wasn't sure.
Ahead of her, teammates were already hugging Alexia. Patri held her tightly. Aitana cried openly into her shoulder. Vicky looked seconds away from sobbing.
Everyone wanted one last moment. One last hug. One last thank you.
Y/N slowed slightly as she approached. Suddenly nervous. Suddenly emotional. Alexia saw her immediately. Of course she did.
No matter how many people surrounded her. No matter how busy things got. She always found Y/N. Their eyes met. And that was it.
Y/N's vision blurred instantly. Not crying yet. But close. So close. Alexia opened her arms. Y/N practically fell into them. The hug hit harder than she expected.
Because suddenly she wasn't thinking about football. Or transfers. Or goodbyes. She was thinking about being six years old and sitting in the stands watching her mum play.
She was thinking about training sessions. Car rides. Movie nights. Champions League celebrations. Every memory. Every moment. Every version of home.
Alexia held her tightly. One hand cradling the back of her head. The same way she always had. The same way she always would.
Y/N buried her face into her shoulder. Trying desperately not to cry. Trying desperately to stay strong.
Then Alexia leaned down slightly. And whispered into her ear. "So what if I'm leaving Barcelona?"
"You'll always be my favourite girl."
The tears almost came immediately.
Alexia continued softly. "So don't be scared."
A pause. "I'm still your mum."
That was it. That completely shattered whatever control Y/N had left. She nodded quickly against Alexia's shoulder.
Unable to speak. Unable to breathe properly. Unable to do anything except hold on.
Eventually Alexia kissed the top of her head. Then gently pulled back. A small smile. Red eyes. The same sad smile she'd been wearing all day.
Y/n nodded automatically.
A complete lie. Alexia knew it too. But she squeezed her hand anyway. Then someone else approached wanting a hug.
And the moment ended. Y/n took a few steps away.
She made it maybe ten meters.
Then she stopped. Everything hit her at once. The speeches. The trophies. The memories. The reality of Alexia leaving. The fact that this chapter was actually over.
And suddenly she couldn't do it anymore. The first sob escaped before she could stop it. Then another. Then another.
Y/n looked down slightly as tears finally poured down her face. Not the quiet tears she'd been holding back all day. The ugly ones. The heartbreaking ones. The ones that came from somewhere deep.
Somewhere impossible to control. She covered her face. Trying to hide. Trying to breathe. Trying to stop.
A pair of arms wrapped around her immediately. Then another.
Y/n looked up through blurry eyes.
Kika Nazareth stood on one side. Esmee Brugts stood on the other.
Neither said anything at first. They just held her. Kika rubbed her back slowly. Esmee pressed a kiss into her hair.
"It's okay," Kika whispered.
That only made Y/n cry harder. "I know."
Esmee tightened her arms. "She's not disappearing."
"Then why are you crying?"
Y/n laughed through tears. A broken little laugh. "Because it hurts."
Neither argued with that. Because it did hurt. For everyone.
Kika looked over toward Alexia. Who was still surrounded by people. Still smiling. Still saying goodbye.
And yet somehow she was watching y/n too. Always watching. Always making sure she was okay. Even now.
Kika squeezed y/n gently. "You know what your mum would say?"
"That you're stronger than you think."
Y/n wiped her face. More tears immediately replacing the old ones. Typical.
Kika smiled softly. "She's right."
For a long moment, the three of them simply stood there together in the middle of Camp Nou. The crowd slowly leaving.
The sun beginning to disappear.
And across the pitch stood Alexia. The greatest player Barcelona had ever known.
Surrounded by trophies. Surrounded by memories. Surrounded by love.
And even though today was goodbye—Y/n knew one thing for certain. No matter where Alexia went next. No matter what city she lived in. No matter what shirt she wore.
She would always be her mum. And somehow—that made the goodbye hurt a little less.
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