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His throat closed around the words, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He fought back as hard as he could, but the alcohol made it difficult, and Ferran made it impossible. Because whatever it was that had settled in his stomach had consumed him, and a small, ugly part of it had surfaced tonight to torment them both.
"Because I wanted you to look at me," Pedri spat out at the end. "Because that's how you look at me. You shouldn't look at anyone else like that."
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Ferran transfers to Barcelona, eager for a fresh start. Meanwhile, Pedri returns to training after months of nursing a serious injury. When their paths cross, their first meeting looks more like a car crash than the beginning of a partnership. But as they spend more and more time together, the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur.Bookmarked by pxrtgas
25 Aug 2026
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Ferran Torres arrives at PSG with a World Cup-winning goal, shaky French, and a convenient habit of blaming his teasing on vocabulary mistakes.
Désiré Doué has two Champions League titles, a well-documented tendency to dribble fifteen times before shooting and, in theory, enough common sense not to answer when he knows exactly what Ferran is implying.
Or: Désiré is convinced nothing is happening between them. A conviction that survives an alarming number of late-night DMs, until he finally has to admit that Ferran’s French was never the real problem.
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25 Aug 2026
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Pedri is standing in front of a bathroom mirror, the lighting yellow and unflattering enough that Ferran suspects he has taken the picture without much thought. His hair is still platinum. He is also shirtless, because apparently there are no longer laws governing what Pedri is allowed to send Ferran at one fourteen in the morning.
“Joder,” he murmurs, and it somehow echoes in the room.
Ferran forces his eyes back at Pedri’s face, and that’s when he notices there’s a text beneath the photograph;
A Lannister always keeps his promise. Or whatever they said in that stupid show you watched.
He laughs. It escapes before he can stop it, and it sounds almost foreign to his ears.
It’s ‘ a Lannister always pays his debts’, he types, before he can stop himself, and after a moment he adds, And you look more Targaryen anyway.
Or; Ferran returns home after winning the World Cup and things are much, much worse than they were before he left. He had no idea that was even possible...
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23 Aug 2026
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“You shouldn’t be here.”
He was cut off. These were the very first words Pedri spoke to him. Naturally, Ferran was taken aback by the sudden, unprompted hostility
Whatever greeting he had expected from Barcelona’s golden boy, it was definitely not this. Had he entered the wrong room? Ferran took a quick glance past Pedri's shoulder. No, this was definitely the first-team locker room. Maybe it was a joke? Maybe Pedri was just messing with him? Yeah, that had to be it.“Nice to meet you too. I’m Ferran.” He said, extending his hand. Seconds passed, Pedri didn’t shake it, but Ferran didn’t pull it back either. “But I guess you already knew my name…” he trailed off, sounding far from his usual confident self.
“Yeah, I guess I did.” Pedri replied dryly, narrowing his eyes.
This wasn’t the same Pedri he met on that beach.
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Ferran signs with Barcelona, eager to be back in Spain and play in one of the greatest clubs in the world, only to quickly realize that not everyone shared the enthusiasm for his addition to the team. And maybe he cared too much. -
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Ferran calls Pedri after his first day of training in Paris.
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17 Aug 2026