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Fermín no entiende por qué se despierta cada noche a las 1:17. Mucho menos por qué empieza a coincidir con Raphinha a esa hora.
Sin embargo, esas madrugadas se convierten en el único momento del día que realmente espera.Ninguno de los dos era consciente de que el destino ya lo tenía escrito.
Cuando la línea entre lo que sienten y lo que dicta la biología empieza a desaparecer, Fermín solo puede preguntarse una cosa: si no existiera ningún vínculo entre ellos, ¿Raphinha lo elegiría de todos modos?
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05 Sep 2026
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《Pedri llegó a alterar un equilibrio, y ni Jude ni Ferran hicieron demasiado esfuerzo por detenerlo. Cuando la tensión finalmente explota, no hay espacio para explicaciones; solo una necesidad voraz que los deja marcados para siempre.》
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04 Sep 2026
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"Marcos is coming over, sweetheart." Ferran murmurs against his lips, almost taking advantage of the vulnerable state he just put Pedri in. "So, you can be in our room the whole afternoon, or, you can be a good boy and at least say hello to my friend."
The words make him feel guilty.
Maybe— Maybe he is judging Marcos too hard, maybe Marcos is just affectionate, maybe the way he looks at him is the way he looks at everyone. Maybe Pedri is just being paranoid, dramatic as Ferri would put it.
"Okay." Is all he can whisper.
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- Part 1 of angel's bottom pedri fics
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02 Sep 2026
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Robert Lewandowski actualmente es un hombre alejado de su familia y arrepentido todos los días por no haberla valorado lo suficiente. Y además, cada día se siente más patético por culpa de sus decisiones las cuales parece no controlar, aunque es consiente de ellas.
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29 Aug 2026
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“Fine, let’s bet on it.”
“You actually think you can score five goals?” Pedri asked again, his tone patronising and making Jude more and more mad.
Jude exhales through his nose, trying to keep his composure. “Bet me then. If you’re so sure I can’t”
Pedri scans Jude’s face, reveling in how annoyed he was. “Fine,” he says, his lips sitting in a smile. “And what do I have to do if you win?” He asks, his hand tracing down Jude's bare chest.
“Hmm,” Jude scans the Spaniard's face until his eyes land on his hair, an idea, a diabolical one at that, forming. “If I win, you dye your hair.”
Pedri narrows his eyes in confusion. Jude had never mentioned anything about him dying it before. Only that he preferred it longer. He didn't like it when Pedri buzzed it when Spain won the Euros. Jude had said he hated how he couldn't pull it anymore.
“My hair? What colour?” he asked, still perplexed.
Jude's smile became downright smug suddenly, “White, for Madrid.”
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- Part 2 of One-Shots
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24 Aug 2026