marchaprilmaybe

Requests are also open, and from now on anything I write will be getting posted on here as well as to AO3, so if there’s anything specific you’d like to see let me know!

Woso:

The Downtown Lights - Lucy Bronze/Ona Batlle (18+, 40k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/78381316/chapters/205471301

Sauvignon Blanc - Lucy Bronze/Ona Batlle (18+, 8.5k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81916221/chapters/215513781

Well you may not like it (but you better learn how) - Lucy Bronze/Ona Batlle (18+ with dubious implied consent, 6.5k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/82667216

Double Bind - Lucy Bronze/Ona Batlle (18+, 69k words, completed, detective AU) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/83312101/chapters/219447751

I’m On Fire - Lucy Bronze/Ona Batlle (4k words, work in progress) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/85297786/chapters/225262891

Be Like a Woman - Lucy Bronze/Ona Batlle (5k words, work in progress) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/80198286/chapters/210546376

Flame turns blue - Lucy Bronze/Keira Walsh (18+, 20k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/81279356

We never could’ve done it, I was weaker then - Lucy Bronze/Keira Walsh (2k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/80403626

Line of Duty:

Long time coming - Kate Fleming/Joanne Davidson (18+, 4k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31441556

Dirty girl - Kate Fleming/Joanne Davidson (18+, 5k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/31306358/chapters/77400506

(And when I was drowning) that’s when I could finally breathe - Kate Fleming/Joanne Davidson (18+, 1.2k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/32939860

Depollute me, pretty baby - Kate Fleming/Joanne Davidson (500 words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33661384

You know the killer doesn’t understand - Kate Fleming/Joanne Davidson (18+, 5k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/33596317

Department Q:

The look of love, the rush of blood - Carl Morck/Rachel Irving (18+, 3k words, completed) - https://archiveofourown.org/works/66331141/chapters/171025981

All she can think about is Lucy, and the way she looks standing in that aisle with the stadium lights catching the highlights in her hair, and the fact that Ona would rather spend this moment in a concrete stairwell than on a pitch full of confetti and her teammates if it means being closer to her.

She emerges into stands and realises Lucy has moved down a bit to meet her in the middle, and now she’s leaning against the railing with her arms crossed and that expression on her face that Ona likes to think of as fond exasperation.

A few other spectators are still in the vicinity, an older couple in Barcelona scarves and a group of teenagers who have gone quiet at the sight of a player walking among them, but Lucy has positioned herself slightly apart from them.

"You're not supposed to be up here with me," Lucy says. Her voice is low, barely audible above the noise from the pitch, and there's a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth even as she tries to look stern.

"I wanted to see you though," Ona says, “want you to come down and celebrate with me."

Lucy laughs, a short, quiet sound, and uncrosses her arms. For a moment they just stand there, close enough to touch but not touching, the space between them charged with electricity that comes from being apart for weeks and then suddenly together again.

She can’t wait until they’re together all the time and this feeling disappears from her body altogether.

"You did amazing tonight, so good, love," Lucy says, and the words come out rough and full of emotion, "didn’t realise how much I’ve missed seeing you play in person.”

"You’ll get to a lot more soon, cariño," Ona grins, reaching up to push a strand of hair away from her face, and Lucy's hand moves before she can stop it. Her fingers find Ona's hair, pushing it back from her forehead, tucking it behind her ear, and Ona holds still for the touch. Lucy's fingertips graze her temple, her cheek, the line of her jaw, and there's a tremor in that touch, a barely contained energy, like water pressing against a dam.

"Your hair's a mess, darlin’, needs sorting out,” Lucy murmurs, and she continues to run her hands over the top of Ona’s head, smoothing down.

Well… I am working on a Champions League final Lucy/Ona fic with a lovely collaborator at the minute, so you may need to bear with us for a while…

We want to make it as perfect as possible so you all enjoy, so it could be a little while but I promise it’ll be worth it 🤫❤️‍🔥

I’m so excited for you, really hope you love it as much as I did my first one!! It’s definitely surreal being there rather than watching it on a screen!

Honestly it was a weird one, it’s really strange going to a match and not supporting one of the teams and being unbiased as to the outcome.

Obviously it would’ve been cool for Brighton to win their first, but also cool that City have won the double!

I enjoyed it more than I was expecting and the atmosphere was great, though Wembley wasn’t too busy, definitely less busy than it is when England play 🙃🙃