#undertheblueink request

Jana Fenández x Aggie Beever-jones

Summary:

Jana, sees her world fall apart after a painful personal break-up and a traumatic departure from her lifelong club. Forced to start from scratch, she accepts a transfer to London, where the cold comfort of a grey city and the warm refuge of old friends await her. There, an unexpected gesture from a near stranger, Aggie, provides her with a map not only to navigate the city, but to rediscover herself. What begins as a forced exile transforms, into the unexpected possibility of a new home and a love that heals from the ground up.

A/N: English isn't my first language, so this might be absolute chaos.

A/N 2: It's almost 5 am, so if there's any mistake or any part in Spanish, forgive me. My brain is tired and so I am.

To say that 2025 had been a good year for Jana would have required an imagination worthy of George R. R. Martin. The year came crashing down on her in the first month: the call from her now ex-girlfriend to end a relationship that Jana hadn’t realized was in its final stages; and later, with the departure of Keira— a player who, even though she wasn’t Barça DNA, had treated her like a little sister and had been her compass whenever she felt overwhelmed by expectations and criticism. 

Even though she put all her effort and desire into training, that didn’t improve the number of minutes the coach was willing to give her, condemning her to the bench for a large portion of the game.

After winning the league, they traveled to Lisbon to play the Champions League final. They were confident about themselves. But it was that very confidence that made them start the match poorly, in a game where Arsenal proved to be a model of defensive solidity.

Following the halftime break, Barça found their rhythm again and focused on finding gaps in the defense of an Arsenal side that knew how to endure and trust their goalkeeper. But as the match entered it’s final stages, in the exact 74th minute, a pass from Mariona to Mead created a series of open spaces that Barça failed to close down, before the Arsenal’s 9 sent the ball into the perfect space for Stina to score with ease. Barça continued to push, but they couldn’t change the scoreline, and the referee’s final whistle marked the end of their dream for a fourth Champions League tittle. 

Upon returning home, they focused on the other final they had to play. However, that victory in the Queen’s Cup felt more like putting a band-aid on a wound that was still bleeding and refused to heal. But that wound, which had just begun to scab over, was reopened when she received the call from the club. Instead of the contract renewal offer she had  hoped for, the club presented her with a conditional release letter. Jana, who had loved the club since she learned to crawl, demanded an explanation, but was only given a cold excuse about unbalanced books and wanting what was best for both parties. They did all of this without even deigning to look her in the eyes, which was perhaps the second most painful part, after the fact that they hadn’t considered any other options for her, like a loan or a contract renegotiation. 

But Jana stood her ground. If she had to leave what had been her home for so many years, she would at least do so on her own terms and with a clear conscience, despite the criticism she knew she would receive from fans who, like her, had believed the empty promises of a board of directors that was letting go of the talent from La Masia— the very academy they swore to protect.

For weeks, her head and heart were locked in an eternal struggle. One told her to accept it and move on, while the other urged her to find a way to leave with her head held high.

Just when all seemed lost, her agent arrived with the answer to her prayers: a transfer offer from the newly- promoted WSL team, London City. A club that was betting on her and was willing to pay to bring her in.

And so, with a heavy heart and her head held high, Jana compressed her entire life into four large suitcases that would accompany her on her new challenge as the new member of London city’s squad. 

The London sky welcomed her with it’s characteristic leaden hue, a color that perfectly matched her state of mind. When she got off the plane, no one noticed her presence, and she was able to make her way to the baggage carousels without any trouble. There, however, two of her former teammates were waiting for her: Lucy Bronze and Keira Walsh.

The club had offered to send someone to pick her up, but the two English players had insisted on coming to get her. Not only because Jana would be staying at Keira’s house for a couple of months until her flat was ready, but because both players wanted to support her in this move, knowing full well how painful it was for her. 

The moment Jana saw Keira, she broke into a run to hug her. But just before reaching her, someone stepped in her path, causing her to bump into them, When she opened her eyes, Lucy’s mischievous smile appeared before her. 

—I missed you too, Janita— Lucy Joked.

Jana simply laughed and hugged the full back, before Lucy took a step aside to make space for Keira. The midfielder received her with a wide smile— one of those that showed a full row of white teeth and lit up those eyes that had always looked at Jana with tenderness. 

As soon as Jana pressed her forehead into the crook of the midfielder’s neck, Keira wrapped her arms around her. It was a hug that contained infinite delicacy. That sense of care, which she thought was lost, stuck her squarely in the chest and transported her back to the last moment she  had with her mother at the Barcelona airport. 

— I missed you— Jana murmured against the older footballer’s neck.

Keira said nothing. She simply tightened her grip in response. It was a silent “me too” that stayed lodged at the back of her throat, but which ran through Jana’s entire body, straight to her heart.

—How many bags did you bring, Janita?— asked Lucy, who had already secured a luggage cart and was holding it in front of her.

—Four large ones— answered Jana, her voice trailing off slowly before adding— they all have the Barça or national team logo on them. 

—At least they’ll be easy to spot— Lucy murmured, scratching the back of her neck in frustration. She said jokingly, but her gesture betrayed what she was afraid to say out loud: Jana had had less say in this decision than she or the club had let on, so it wasn’t going to be a easy weeks ahead, no matter how much she had Keira by her side. 

The drive to Keira’s house wasn’t long, but it was long enough for Jana to begin drawing the first mental map of her new world. It was a meticulous exercise that served to add those points of reference that Keira pointed out through the fogged-up glass and that served to anchor her to a reality that still felt foreign, but it became less hostile when accompanied by Keira’s voice. That same voice, soft as cotton, made the pounding of the rain against the windows sound much more strident to Jana’s ears.

—If I’m not mistaken— Keira said, maintaining the softness of her tone— London city stadium is about fifty minutes from home and the training ground is exactly an hour away.

Jana said nothing but gave a slight nod, her gaze lost somewhere beyond the rear window.

—It’s one of the safest areas, and it’s only an hour away from central London, which will make meeting up with Codi and Mariona— or Martina when she comes to play— a piece of cake for you.

Lucy didn’t say a word.She simply hummed along to the tune on the radio, letting Keira do the hard work. Not because she felt unprepared, but because it allowed her to focus on driving and to read Jana’s micro-expressions in the rearview mirror. 

Jana had been so focused on fitting everything into her mental map, that she hadn’t even realized they had arrived at Keira’s house until the red-brick, single-family home appeared right in front of her. The car stopped just a few meters from the door, leaving Jana in a state of temporary disorientation. It wasn’t just the car ride; it was that the house, the one that hosted parties, laughter and happy moments, felt strangely unfamiliar to her. Memories danced vividly in her mind, but they now felt like scenes from a movie rather than cherished moments from her own past.

—Jana, sweetheart— murmured Keira, now beside her, looking at her with that worried expression that made Jana felt like she was being unfair to her.

—Stop overthinking. It’s completely normal to feel this way— Added Lucy, already holding the first of the four suitcases.

—You don’t have to apologize for how you feel— Keira admitted, and her smile—the comforting accomplice she had missed so much— wrapped around her like a embrace— When I moved to Barcelona, everything felt out of place: too hot, too bright, too unfamiliar. It’s normal for this to hit you as twice as hard. But you’re not alone. You have me.

—You have us— corrected Lucy, already with the four suitcases in her hands— Now get your arses moving, this isn’t going to get itself home.

That’s when Jana got out of the car. She closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, as if filling her lungs with that unfamiliar air, could also fill the empty spaces in her chest, spaces that had once been occupied by Barça and her teammates and now she didn’t know how to fill.

—Baby steps— said Keira, taking her hand naturally— you don’t have to figure everything out now. It’s okay to take your time.

—What if I’m wrong? What if choosing this team was a mistake?— asked Jana, fear creeping into her voice.

—Then you’ll find a way to make it right— added Lucy, dragging all four suitcases by herself— It’s only a mistake if you don’t learn along the way. And since you’ll be facing top teams every week, it’s unlikely that you made the wrong choice. 

Jana stood still, analyzing how Lucy had dismantled two of her biggest fears with the ease of a house of cards collapsing. 

—She’s incredible— Jana murmured with a half smile.

—Don’t tell her that, or her head will get too big from holding all that ego— Keira joked

—Too late— Lucy shouted, already at the door — I heard everything.

Upon opening the door to her new room, Jana expected to see an empty space— a place to get used to and start shaping. However, the first thing she found was a bed with her own duvet, the one that still has a nail polish stain from one of her sleepovers with Vicky and Kika, along with a small cork board filled with photos. They ranged from a picture of her team debut to little polaroids with Mariona, Codina, Alexia, Aitana, and the resto of the team…

— When…?— murmured Jana, her eyes welling up with tears, as her fingers traced one of the most recent photos— the one from her last trip to London with Alexia for a concert.

—Mariona and Codi had training in the afternoon— Keira clarified from the doorway— So they dedicated the morning to this. Your boxes arrived yesterday and they couldn’t resist…

—They didn’t have to…

— But they wanted to— interrupted Keira, not letting Jana finish her sentence— Tomorrow, the five of us will eat together after picking you up from the club after your presentation.

Jana nodded, feeling a little better knowing she’d soon seen her friends again. Just then, her gaze fell on a small blue- covered notebook on her desk. As if drawn to it, she walked over. But before she could say anything, Keira stepped in again. 

—Well… that’s from Aggie— said Keira, in a tone Jana couldn’t quite place— Neither Lucy or I are from London, so she thought of making you a sort of welcome gift.

Jana knew Aggie briefly from all the matches they’d played against each other, whether for their national teams or their clubs. They weren’t friends, per se, but whenever their paths had crossed, they had seemed to click naturally. Perhaps that’s why this small gesture surprised her so much. 

She couldn’t help herself any longer and carefully opened the notebook. The first page was a sentence written by hand in a neat, rounded handwriting  “A little help so London isn’t so overwhelming and you can learn to feel it like home. Welcome, Jana!”

Upon reading that sentence, Jana’s heart leapt in her chest, surprising even herself. She turned the page and found a folded map of London. The more she unfolded it, the more colorful dots appeared, marked all over. 

In yellow, the museums— which she saw, a few pages back, had been listed with their opening hours. In red, cafés with personalized recommendations. In green, parks that Jana could tell were the same ones that appeared in those worn Polaroids with beautiful sunsets, so different from Barcelona´s,  yet beautiful in their own way. And in blue, trendy spots, each with a small warning or suggestion. 

This wasn’t a guide. It was an unspoken conversation, an invitation to explore the city through the eyes of someone who loved London. And it was perhaps that, more than anything, which made her heart beat in that dangerous way. It was a feeling similar to those first moments with her ex-girlfriend.

It was a rare, lazy Sunday, the kind where they would gather at one of their houses to eat or have dinner and talk about something other than football. All the tension from the London derby seemed to have vanished, leaving just four friends enjoying each other’s company.

— It’s a shame Keira couldn’t make it—mentioned Mariona, taking a sip of her beer.

—She had an appointment with the team physios. Sonia took a big risk making her play yesterday —said Lucy with a slight tone of annoyance.

— It wasn’t the best match to get minutes — admitted Jana while petting the fur of Narla, the dog Lucy and Keira had shared since their Barcelona days.

— Remind me to give you one of my shirts for the next match— Lucy remarked with a half- mocking smile.

—Oh no, no way!— Codi y Mariona said at the same time.

—Jana is ours!— Codi added defensively— Besides, she was wearing the proper shirt, mine!

—Wait until I tell Keira— Lucy Joked, making Jana tense up.

—There’s no need to tell her anything — Jana murmured, her head lowered, before the sound of her stomach growling made the other three women burst into laughter.

—We should order something to eat— proposed Mariona, already with the delivery app open on her phone — we cannot let our little girl go without eating properly.

—I’m not a kid— Jana complained

—You’ll stop being one, when you past your last growth spurt — Codi remarked— or when Alexia stops texting me to ask if you’ve eaten or if you’ve been cheeked out after the last game.

Jana buried her head in her hands in frustration. She loved Alexia, but ever since she’d left, she was acting like a second mother. 

—What are you all in the mood for: pizza, burgers, sushi…

—Sushi is fine by me— said Jana, with that look of someone who wants something but doesn’t dare to ask for it.

—Sushi it is, then— agreed Mariona, already tapping in her friend’s usual orders on her phone. 

—Are you paying ?— asked Codi

—You could pay for once in a lifetime—Lucy shot back in a teasing tone.

—I’m catalan, it goes against my nature— Codi said with such a naturalness that it made Mariona and Jana burst out laughing. 

—Jana and Ona have treated me before — Lucy teased — and they’re both Catalan too.

—The loser pays — Codi countered mockingly, while Marion shook her head

—Why, if we lost, do I have to pay for dinner— Lucy asked— shouldn’t it be the other way around. 

—That’s why we always split the bill— Mariona clarified— Otherwise, you’d never get Codi to pay.

—Hey! I’ve treated you more than once— Codi clarified , sounding a little annoyed.

—Yes, because your ex-girlfriend was with us— Mariona mentioned teasingly.

—There was nothing between Aitana and me— Codi added — You’re so annoying.

—Of course, of course.. whatever helps you sleep at night— said Mariona with a raised eyebrow.

Jana looked at her friends with a knowing smile, aware that both Codi and Aitana herself had had to deny that their relationship was anything more than a friendship far too many times; meanwhile, Lucy kept looking at them, still trying to figure out if there really had been nothing between them, just as Codi insisted.

—Well,  now that dinner’s sorted— said Mariona after ordering for everyone— I saw that the National Portrait Gallery is opening an interesting photography exhibition next Monday afternoon. Are you all in?

Jana then stopped petting Narla, who barked to show her displeasure at the lack of affection.

—I can’t — said Jana without looking at any of them— I have something with the club.

—But it’s your day off— Lucy complained — How can they schedule an event that day?

—It’s a signing thing — lied jana , trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.

She didn’t notice, however, the panicked looks exchanged between Codi and Mariona, or how the latter placed a hand on Codi’s thigh to stop her friend from saying what they both feared to ask.

—We can move it— offered Mariona with deliberate calm— And pick you up afterwards.

—It wouldn’t be fair.. you know these things can get delayed sometimes— jana excused herself, causing the fear to grow in Codi and Mariona’s eyes.

Before anyone could add anything else, the doorbell rang, signaling that the delivery person was already there, giving Jana the perfect excuse.

—I’ll get it— said Jana, standing up in a hurry and practically fleeing the living room.

But it was only once she had left the room that Lucy spoke.

—Alright, what’s this secret I don’t know about? Lucy asked in a lower tone— and why does it have you all so on the edge.

Mariona hesitated, not wanting to recall those months before she left or everything she was told later. But Codi didn’t hold back and let it all out like someone opening a floodgate to keep it from overflowing.

—When Jana started her last relationship… we had to find out from an Instagram story— Codi recalled, pain in her voice— For months , she kept everything under the strictest secrecy.

Lucy who knew pieces of that story, finally understood the attitude of the two Spanish players.

—Do you think they’re back together? Lucy asked without any delicacy.

—She was cheating on her for months — Mariona revealed — But Jana was truly in love.

—I don’t even want to think about the possibility of them getting back together— Codi admitted, her fists clenched— But her whole attitude has been the same as it was back then.

—Then it’s decided— Lucy stated in a tone that brooked no argument— On Monday , we follow her and see if she’s sneaking off with that woman or if you two are just being dramatic.

—I can’t believe you dragged me into this— said Keira as she followed her three friends through the London streets— and why are you dressed like that ?

—It was Codi’s idea— Mariona admitted with embarrassment while signing autographs, her cap pulled down to her eyebrows and her sunglasses slightly askew on the bridge of her nose — don’t ask…

—In the movies, it worked perfectly — Codi argued.

Keira shook her head and rubbed her eyes in frustration, trying to understand how a cap and sunglasses constituted a disguise. Especially considering the minor detail that, in the short distance since they’d left Lucy’s car, they’b been stopped six times for photos or autographs. 

—What worries me most is why you went along with it?— Keira asked Lucy directly.

—I thought it was standard operating procedure— Lucy defended herself weakly— You know, like bringing your kit to matches. 

—You’re unbelievable— Keira said, shacking her head.

…

—No, Codi. It’s not a compliment— Keira cut in before the spaniard could speak— For the record, I’m only going along with this, because I’m worried about Jana. But the second you see that she hasn’t gone back to her stupid ex, we’re leaving. Understood?

The three players nodded in agreement, like three little girls being scolded by their teacher.

For the next ten minutes, they walked from St.Paul’s Church to Gail’s Bakery, where they positioned themselves near the window after ordering their usual coffee orders.

—How are you so sure she’ll come this way? Keira asked, taking a sip of her oat milk flat white— From the underground station, it’s quicker if you take the path along the river.

—The thing is Jana has a terrible sense of direction— explained Mariona, stirring her own coffee—She’ll got lost a couple of times before trying to get here following the route she memorized.

— But if she’s never been here, how can she memorize it?— questioned Lucy, confused. 

—Because she knows she has a bad sense of direction, so she tries to memorize based on landmarks — added Codi— knowing her, one of those points was probably the City of London School. 

—That makes sense— Lucy interjected, having been staring into her coffee until then— From the school, she has St Paul’s as a reference point and the Millennium Bridge in the opposite direction side . She would  only have to cross it and she would reach the Tate.

—You should have told me this— Keira scolded them— I would have guided her so she wouldn’t get lost.

—London is big, but she used to get lost in Barcelona, too— Mariona admitted with a wide smile, as if she were recalling a specific happy memory.

But before they could utter another word, it happened. All four eyes fixed, in unison, on the figure on the other side of the window, in the middle of the street: a girl surrounded by a group of students . And they immediately recognized Jana in the center, signing autographs and taking photos with the patience and kindness she had always shown.

—She’s alone— Mariona whispered, almost relieved.

—The date is at the Tate. Maybe she’s waiting for her at the entrance? — Codi argued, already gathering her things— Come on, let’s go before we lose  sight of her.

They all obeyed, perhaps driven by the collective nervousness of the situation or by their genuine concern  for their younger friend’s well-being. 

Quickly, they moved behind Jana, but stayed far enough away that she would not notice their presence. 

When she reached the slope leading to the entrance, Jana stopped, looking for something or someone, which forced them to stay on one of the nearby benches, but far from the entrance.

There she waited, with a patience that seemed eternal to them from their position. Until, finally something changed. Her always smiling face seemed to light up and her body seemed to have lost the stiffness of the moments of waiting. 

—do you see anyone?— Codi asked from her position 

— Not yet — Lucy complained 

However Keira, accustomed to reading spaces and her teammates positions, was the first to spot her.

—There — Mariona said then— That’s not ….?

The sentence died on her lips as Aggie rushed into their field of vision. Her blonde hair was tied back in a low bun. She wore a white leather jacket personalized with her Chelsea’s number over a basic whit T-shirt and slightly wide black jeans that covered most of her white Jordans. She smiled so broadly that it made them feel they were witnessing an intimate moment, especially when Jana stretched out her right hand, which was immediately taken by the forward, who intertwined her fingers as if it were as natural as breathing.

For a few seconds, they looked at each other as if nothing else around them existed. And before Aggie could say hi, Jana rose once her toes and kissed the Chelsea striker’s lips. 

—Let’s go— said Keira with a triumphant smile— we’ve already seen more that we should have. 

—But…— Codi tried.

—Keira’s right— Mariona reasoned — We were afraid she’d gone back to her ex. Aggie isn’t her.

—Shouldn’t we observe a little more? —Codi attempted, still unsure. 

—Aggie is the only person from Chelsea I’d let date my daughter, if I had one— Lucy added, standing up from the bench— She’s in good hands. Don’t worry.

Codi nodded before turning back and watching  Aggie smiled at Jana, then placed a little kiss on her nose, which immediately made Jana burst out laughing and smile with genuine happiness. 

—You’re right. She’s ion good hands.

Light filtered through the towering windows of the Tate Modern, illuminating the massive concrete building. The white- walled rooms were crammed with blues, grays and ochres that screamed stories of pain, yet for some reason, they brought Jana an inexplicable peace. But perhaps that peace did not come from Picasso’s paintings, but from Aggie’s arms wrapped around her waist, with a warm loving firmness.

—Sometimes I feel like you get lost in every brushstroke— The Chelsea striker teased in her ear. 

—I’m sorry — said Jana, leaning closer to her girlfriend’s body, looking up over her shoulder to see Aggie’s bright smile, the one reserved only for her. 

— You don’t have to apologize for loving something —Aggie stated before placing a soft kiss on her forehead— I just wish you would let me lose myself with you.

Jana said nothing. She let the double meaning of her words and the still present ghost of her ex,  echo in the silence of the room that held only them and the paintings. 

Shortly after they began their relationship, Jana had told Aggie about her ex. Someone she had loved deeply, but she doubted that she had loved her  in the same way.  It had been more physical than emotional relationship , and it was that emotional void part, that had often made her wonder if the problem was her. Perhaps she was too romantic, too enchanted by parts of life that her ex did not understand,  and that drove them further apart.

A sigh slipped the Catalan girl’s lips, and Aggie’s embrace tightened, like a silent “I’ve got you”

—It’s not Picasso who’s got you feeling this way— Aggie stated with absolute conviction— So, what is it?

— I lied to the girls— Jana admitted, shamefacedly — I told them I have a signing event , instead of telling them I had plans with you.

Aggie said nothing, there was no accusatory “Why?” Or reproach that sounded like “Are you ashamed of me?” . Her blue eyes continued to shine with so much love that the defender’s heart pounded against her ribs.

—I’m pretty amazing, it’s normal that you don’t want to share me— Aggie joked, making Jana smile— Exactly, that’s the smile I love.

—Aggs

—Shh— The striker index finger rested on the against the former Barça player— I know you’re still struggling to heal old wounds, and that’s okay, but I’m not her— she paused and looked Jana straight into her eyes— We’re not kidding, we’re establishing the foundation of our relationship, and when you feel the time is right, we’ll take the next step…together.

Jana was speechless. Since they had started seeing each other, Aggie had been incredibly patient. Even on the occasions when she had let herself get carried away and compared her to her ex, Aggie had not responded with malice or anger. She had simply reminded her that she was not like her ex.

—I don’t want to lie to them anymore— Jana said with determination— Nor do I want to keep having to divide my time between them and you.

— What do you want to do then?— asked Aggie, leaving the decision up to her girlfriend. 

— I want you to meet them, not as Aggie, but as my girlfriend— Jana admitted with a small smile when the word “Girlfriend” came out of her mouth— Can you do that for me?

— I would do anything for you— Aggie replied with such a sincerity that Jana felt her heart rate increase.

—Anything?— Jana asked, bitting her lower lip to hold back a smile.

— Anything— Aggie reaffirmed— If tomorrow you suggest that we give up football and start a cow farm in Scotland, I’d follow you without hesitation.

Jana couldn’t help but laugh from deep within her chest. Tears welled up in her eyes in a mixture of emotion and amusement, because as much as she knew that Aggie was serious, the sight of the Chelsea striker milking cows in the middle of a remote Scottish village, was hilarious in the best way possible. 

— Maybe I should ask Codi about cow’s care when you introduce us— said Aggie, frowning in concentration as she took Jana’s hand and dragged her to the last room of the exhibition.

I promise you that I will give the enemies to lover a second try, but here it is the other request, hope you like it

we’re steph and the rest of the arsenal girls are at a party or bar and they are have a lot of fun then Steph run into dean and his new girlfriend and the reader see how uncomfortable Steph looks the goes up to them and then dean asks if there together and the reader says yes and the team hears it so they have to pretend to date (you can pick the ending)

Sorry for the delay, it took me longer than I thought.

Here is the link to read it : https://www.tumblr.com/undertheblueink/803113137518870528/ill-make-you-fall-in-love-with-me-again?source=share

Arsenal with new signing teen. She's too young to live alone so maybe the team has to decide who she lives with.

R is really innocent so she is sheltered by both her parent and her previous team (both club and national).

She's still growing so maybe she's on the shorter side and has to actually roll up her track bottoms cause they gave her one a bit too big and she's too scared to tell anyone.

Kinda a wholesome feel

Just a thought 😁

Btw love the keira story I've been re reading it its so good. I love awkward kei we don't get enough of her

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Hi

First of all, thank you for your kind words. I liked the idea so much that I turned it into a multi-chapter story. So I hope you don't mind the changes I've made.

In any case, as I always say, if you're not convinced or you were expecting something completely different , don't hesitate to write to me privately and I'll try to write something that fits your request.

were reader is Beth sister and Beth doesn’t know that her best friend Steph is dating her sister but Beth notices something different about the reader then when Beth finds out she gets mad

you can choice the ending ❤️