Warnings: none. Just an overprotective alexia
Summary: Y/N is Alexias sister. Shes 18 years old and dates Kika. They try to keep it a secret but Alexia finds out.
The first sign something was wrong happened at breakfast. Not dramatic wrong.Not someone’s injured wrong. Just…Quiet. Too quiet. Y/N walked into the kitchen rubbing sleep from her eyes, oversized Barça hoodie slipping off one shoulder as she reached automatically for the coffee machine. Usually mornings with Alexia Putellas involved at least one of the following:
Alexia lecturing her about nutritionAlexia reminding her to stretch properly
Alexia stealing her toast
Alexia asking approximately seventeen questions before 8 a.m.
Today? Nothing. Alexia sat at the counter scrolling through her phone silently. That alone was terrifying.
“…Good morning?” “Morning.”
Still not looking up. Okay. Definitely terrifying.
Y/N carefully grabbed a mug.
One-word answers. Even worse. Y/N glanced toward the living room like someone might explain what was happening. Unfortunately, there was nobody else there to save her. She turned back slowly.
Finally, Alexia looked up. And smiled. That was somehow the scariest part.
“No,” Alexia said calmly. “Why would you think that?”
Oh, this was bad. This was really bad. Y/N forced herself to act normal as she poured coffee.
“Because you’re being weird.”
Alexia hummed thoughtfully.
Y/N’s stomach dropped. That tone meant Alexia knew something. Maybe not everything. But something. Before Y/N could figure out how much danger she was actually in, her phone buzzed against the counter.
One message. From Kika Nazareth.
Y/N nearly launched the phone across the kitchen. Alexia’s eyes flicked downward instantly. Y/N grabbed the phone face down so fast it looked suspicious anyway.
Alexia leaned back slightly in her chair.
“…Who’s texting you this early?”
“I mean—someone texted me—but like… not importantly.”
Alexia stared. Y/N wanted to evaporate. Thankfully, the older woman’s phone rang before she could interrogate further. Alexia answered while standing from the counter.
Y/N exhaled in relief. Barely survived. Barely. Then Alexia walked toward the hallway, still talking on the phone.
“Yeah, I’m leaving soon… she’s here with me now…”
Pause. Alexia looked directly at Y/N.
“…No, I haven’t asked yet.”
Asked what? Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously. The second Alexia disappeared into the hallway, Y/N grabbed her phone again.
YOU TEXTED ME AT BREAKFAST
Three dots appeared. Then:
Y/N stared at the message in betrayal.
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Training should’ve distracted her. It didn’t. Because Alexia kept watching her. Not obviously. That was the problem. Alexia Putellas was subtle when she investigated things.
During rondos, she watched who Y/N laughed with. During tactical drills, she watched who Y/N instinctively looked for on the pitch. And unfortunately for Y/N’s mental stability…that person was always Kika.
“Y/N,” Patri Guijarro whispered while they stretched near the sideline.
“Why does Alexia look like an FBI agent?”
“Because my life is over.”
“She knows something.”Patri winced.
From across the field, Kika glanced over. Smiled. Y/N glared immediately. Kika only looked more amused. Traitor. Absolute traitor.
Practice ended with a small training match. Coach split the teams unevenly on purpose, which meant Y/N and Kika ended up against each other.
Normally that would’ve been fun. Today it was psychological warfare.
“Scared of me?” Kika teased as they lined up before kickoff.
“You’ve been glaring at me for twenty minutes.”
“Because you’re ruining my life.”
Kika grinned lazily. “Still cute.”
Y/N shoved her shoulder. Unfortunately, Alexia saw that too. Of course she did. Because apparently the universe hated Y/N personally.
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The scrimmage started fast. Y/N played aggressively out of pure stress, pressing harder than usual, moving quicker, trying desperately not to think about the fact her sister’s detective instincts were activating in real time.
Then came the mistake. A terrible mistake. The kind of mistake that changes lives.
That wasn’t the mistake. The mistake was celebrating. Without thinking, she turned immediately toward Kika after the goal.
And Kika—idiot, beautiful idiot that she was—blew her a kiss. The entire field froze. Just for a second. But one second was enough.
“Oh my god,” Vicky López whispered.
Clàudia Pina physically covered her face with both hands. Patri looked like she wanted to disappear underground.
And Alexia? Alexia stared at Kika. Then at Y/N. Then back at Kika. The silence felt deadly. Kika’s smile vanished instantly.
“…Ah,” Irene Paredes muttered quietly from defense.
Not ideal? NOT IDEAL? Y/N wanted the earth to open beneath her. Coach blew the whistle to continue. Nobody moved. Alexia finally spoke.
Oh no. Not the middle-name. Everyone on Barça knew the full-name voice. Y/N swallowed hard. “Yeah?”
Alexia’s expression was unreadable.
That was it. No yelling. No anger. Which somehow felt worse. Much worse. The rest of training became torture. Alexia barely spoke. Kika stopped flirting entirely. The team moved around them carefully like they were trying not to trigger an explosion.
By the end of practice, Y/N felt physically sick. She grabbed her bag quickly, hoping maybe—just maybe—she could escape before the conversation happened. Delusional.
“Car. Now.” Alexia’s voice behind her was calm.
Y/N closed her eyes briefly. Dead. She was dead.—The drive home was silent.
Alexia kept both hands on the wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. Y/N sat frozen in the passenger seat trying not to throw up from anxiety. Streetlights blurred past outside.
Straight to it. Y/N stared at her lap.
The disappointment in Alexia’s voice hurt more than anger would’ve.
Y/N swallowed hard.“…A few months.”
Alexia laughed once. Not happily.
Y/N had no answer. Because honestly? There had never been a good time. Alexia tightened her grip on the steering wheel.
The words burst out louder than intended. Silence filled the car again immediately afterward. Y/N looked away first. Alexia exhaled sharply through her nose.
That one landed hardest. Because it was true. Y/N’s voice came out smaller this time.
Tears burned suddenly behind Y/N’s eyes, which was annoying because she absolutely did not want to cry right now.
“I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Alexia finally glanced at her.
“And that didn’t make you think maybe you shouldn’t be doing it?”
Y/N’s chest tightened. “It’s not bad.”
Alexia scoffed quietly. “You’re a teenager.”
The frustration snapped instantly.
“Why are you acting like she manipulated me or something?”
Alexia didn’t answer immediately. Which was answer enough. Y/N stared at her in disbelief.
“You seriously think that?”
“I think she’s older than you.”
“She loves me.” The words slipped out before Y/N could stop them.
The second they did, silence crushed the car again. Alexia looked genuinely stunned now. Not angry. Not suspicious. Just… surprised. Y/N realized with horror she’d never actually said those words out loud before. Not even to Kika. Alexia pulled into the driveway slowly. The engine shut off. Neither moved.
Finally Alexia spoke quietly.“Do you love her?”
Y/N looked down at her shaking hands.
The honesty in that answer hurt. Because it was real. Completely real. Alexia leaned back in her seat, staring through the windshield. For a long moment, she said nothing.
Then finally: “She should’ve come to me.”
“If this was serious, she should’ve talked to me.”
“She’s older. She knows better.”
Y/N shook her head immediately. “No. I’m the one who wanted to keep it secret.”
Alexia looked unconvinced. “Alexia.”
“And you dated older players too!”
Alexia opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
“It is when it’s my little sister.”
There it was. The real problem. Not Kika. Not football. Not the team. Y/N was Alexia’s little sister. The kid she’d spent years protecting. The kid she still saw as too young for heartbreak.
Y/N’s voice softened slightly. “You can’t decide who I love.”
Alexia looked exhausted suddenly.
That caught Y/N off guard. Alexia rubbed a hand over her face.
“I just…” She sighed quietly.
“She’s important to the team. You’re important to the team. If this goes badly—”
Alexia gave her a look. Y/N corrected herself weakly.
That earned the tiniest huff of laughter from Alexia. Tiny. But there. The tension eased slightly. Just slightly. Then Y/N’s phone buzzed again. Both sisters looked down simultaneously.
Of course. Alexia held out her hand immediately.
Groaning dramatically, Y/N handed it over.
Alexia read the message silently. Then blinked once.Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
Alexia looked almost offended.
“She sent a heart and asked if you’re alive.”
“She used thirteen question marks.”
Y/N snatched the phone back instantly.
ARE YOU ALIVE?????????????
Y/N couldn’t stop herself from smiling a little. Alexia noticed immediately.
“Oh my god,” she muttered. “You’re gone.”
Y/N tried to hide the smile. “Shut up.”
“You’re completely in love with her.”
That sentence made everything feel suddenly real. Bigger somehow. Scarier too. Y/N looked down at her phone quietly.
Alexia studied her for a long moment. Then finally sighed.
“I still think the age gap is weird.”
“But…” She paused. “I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you look at her.”
Y/N blinked. That was… unexpectedly nice.
Alexia pointed a finger immediately. “I’m still mad.”
“And if she hurts you, I bury the body.”
“Irene said she’d help me.”
Y/N burst out laughing despite herself. That finally cracked Alexia too. Small at first. Then real laughter. The kind they hadn’t shared all day. Relief flooded through Y/N so hard she nearly cried again.
“You’re seriously okay?” she asked softly.
Alexia leaned her head back against the seat.
That was enough. More than enough. Y/N threw her arms around her instantly. Alexia groaned dramatically.
“You’re sweating from training.”
Y/N laughed against her shoulder. After a second, Alexia hugged her back tightly.
Then muttered quietly: “You should probably text your girlfriend before she breaks into the house.”
Y/N pulled back immediately. “You called her my girlfriend.”
But she was smiling. And for the first time all day, Y/N could finally breathe again.
