At twenty-five, she's already worked her way through the unpredictable world of freelance sports photography, and becoming Arsenal's new head photographer is the biggest opportunity of her career. It's also a fresh start: a new city, a new home, and a chance to finally belong somewhere. Her first day is media day. All Romy has to do is introduce herself, do her job, and try not to look as nervous as she feels. Then she meets Leah. Leah is Arsenal's captain, known for her serious game face and the kind of stare that can silence a room. She's used to cameras, media days and photographers following her every move. Normally, she'll do what she needs to do and leave. Normally, she doesn't find herself smiling just because the person behind the camera asks. From the moment they meet, there is something between them. A few too-long looks. A little too much teasing. The Arsenal girls noticing far more than either of them would like. And somewhere between extra photographs, match days, terrible jokes, coffee runs and Leah finding increasingly ridiculous excuses to be wherever Romy is, a friendship begins to form. But friendships aren't supposed to feel quite like this. Slowly, the teasing becomes flirting. The flirting becomes something harder to ignore. And while Romy is used to capturing the biggest moments in everyone else's lives, she never expected to start quietly documenting the beginning of her own. Because Leah may spend her life being photographed, but Romy is the first person to see the parts of her nobody else usually does. And somewhere along the way, Leah begins taking pictures of Romy too. Not for work. Not because they're perfect. Just because she wants to remember. A slow-burn story about football, friendship, photography and two people who accidentally begin documenting each other long before they realise they're falling in love.

it was 2017 when Charlett Wambach, daughter of the legend herself, Abby Wambach, met Alessi Russo. Now, 5 years later, Charlie and Alessia are living the dream. Alessia is at the top of her career at both Arsenal and England. Charlie is a star on the Sky Sports broadcasts and they couldn't be happier Pregnancy is a huge plot point

Isla Harrington should be happy. She has a boyfriend who loves her, a career she adores, and a home she shares with her best friend, Alessia Russo. But lately, something has been missing. Every kiss with her boyfriend feels empty. Every date feels forced. Every time he talks about their future, Isla finds herself wondering why the thought of forever with him doesn't make her feel anything at all. So she ends it. Not because he cheated. Not because he treated her badly. But because Isla can't keep pretending there's a connection that simply isn't there. The problem is, she can't explain why. Thankfully, she has Alessia. Her best friend. Her roommate. Her safe place. The person waiting at home with takeaway after the breakup. The person who crawls under a blanket beside her during movie nights. The person whose hoodies Isla constantly steals and whose bed she wanders into whenever she can't sleep. It's normal. They've always been like this. And Isla is straight. She's certain Alessia is too. What Isla doesn't know is that Alessia has been hiding something for years. She's in love with her. Alessia has listened to Isla talk about boyfriends while swallowing everything she wished she could say. She's watched Isla date other people and convinced herself that being her best friend would always have to be enough. But after the breakup, something begins to change. Isla starts noticing how pretty Alessia looks first thing in the morning. How her stomach flips when Alessia's hand settles on her thigh. How she doesn't particularly like other women getting Alessia's attention. And how, despite feeling nothing when her boyfriend kissed her, the thought of Alessia kissing someone else makes her chest ache. Isla doesn't understand it. Because she's straight. Alessia's straight. They're best friends. They're roommates. And whatever is happening between them definitely doesn't mean anything. ...right?

Lily Watson was Arsenals top scorer until Jonas Eidevall decided that she didn't have a place in his team anymore. Signing for Barcelona was the obvious choice, but what will happen when she meets the woman she admires. Will the team find out that the new girl has a crush on the captain, will Lily act on her feelings, and how long does it take before Alexia Putellas develops feelings for the new signing.

Before the season starts, Maya Thompson hosts a small barbecue for her Arsenal teammates. For Sophie Thompson, it's just another night surrounded by her sister's football world-until she sees Leah Williamson again. Leah remembers Sophie as Maya's quiet little sister. But Sophie isn't that girl anymore. She's grown up, and something between them shifts the moment their paths cross again. What starts as harmless conversations turns into lingering looks, late-night talks, and moments neither of them can quite explain. Sophie has always admired Leah from afar. Leah knows she should keep her distance. But in a world where everything already feels complicated, staying away might be the hardest thing of all. Somewhere between friendship and something more... they find each other.

Mariana Sofia Blake Tough Bronze, Lucy Bronze's younger sister, had her future mapped out: Arsenal, a wedding, and a life she'd spent five years building with the girl everyone thought she'd grow old with. But when the love she trusted slips into someone else's hands, Mariana packs her bags, her broken engagement, and her blonde impulsive impulsive reinvention, and disappears on loan to Benfica, where no one knows the truth. On the pitch she's chaos wrapped in talent: ADHD-fuelled energy, flirty dancing, dyed hair, and a smile that hides how much she's trying to outrun her heartbreak. Off the pitch she finds unexpected refuge in her new teammates, especially a younger midfielder who becomes the first person to make her laugh again. Still, secrets don't stay buried forever. A Champions League clash throws Mariana back into the orbit of old friends who notice the missing ring... and the cracks she can't hide forever. As whispers spread and loyalties shift, she starts something new, something exciting and reckless and strictly casual, with someone who understands broken hearts a little too well. But casual never stays casual for long. Not when feelings start to bleed into the spaces they promised to keep empty. Not when music and football are the only things steady enough to keep her sane. Not when home stops being a place, and starts being a person again. Some endings aren't endings at all. Some are just the first step toward something real. 22.07.1995

Two years ago, Esme Stevenson walked away from Leah Williamson with a broken heart, a Chelsea contract, and one promise to herself. She would never let Leah hurt her again. Now it is 2026, and Esme has rebuilt everything Leah destroyed. Chelsea feels like home again, her career is thriving, the divorce is firmly behind her, and she has finally learned how to live without the woman she once believed she would grow old beside. Leah hasn't been quite so successful at forgetting. She still plays for Arsenal. She still wears the scars of every mistake that cost her marriage. And despite two years of trying to convince herself otherwise, she has never stopped loving Esme. They have managed to survive being rivals across London by keeping their distance. Then England brings them back together. One training camp. One dressing room. One hotel. Weeks of international duty where avoiding each other becomes impossible and every buried memory begins clawing its way back to the surface. Esme remembers the lies. Leah remembers the divorce papers. They both remember exactly how it felt when they were happy. But forgiveness isn't the same as forgetting, and wanting someone doesn't mean trusting them again. With teammates caught in the middle, the press watching their every interaction, old wounds reopening and feelings neither woman wants to admit still exist, Esme has to decide whether Leah Williamson belongs firmly in her past... Or whether some passions were never meant to end. Because their marriage may be over. Their story might not be.

When England's Lionesses make history by winning the UEFA Women's Euro 2025 for the second time in a row, Prince William and his eldest son, Prince Albert Charles Philip Arthur Windsor, are there to hand out the medals. Among the victorious players is Alessia Russo, the Arsenal forward whose backheel goal has already made her a national icon. But for Albert, meeting her sparks something even more unexpected, a connection he can't shake. After an innocent conversation at the team's after-party, Albert and Alessia begin texting, their relationship slowly blossoming behind the scenes. By the end of the year, they're officially together, and from the moment they go public, the world has an opinion. Alessia, faces relentless scrutiny from the press and cruel speculation from misogynistic critics who claim she's only with Albert for his wealth, belittling her career and achievements. But with Albert by her side, she refuses to let the noise define her. As the couple navigates the challenges of royal duty, footballing ambition, and public pressure, they must decide: is love worth the fight? A story of resilience, passion, and a love that defies expectations, Royal Goal follows Prince Albert and Alessia Russo as they prove to the world and themselves, that their relationship is built on something far stronger than status or fame.

Steph is working through her break up and failed engagement, when she meets someone unexpected. Matty (femOC) just likes fixing cars, dog sitting and apparently a certain football player.

Neither of them knew it then, but that first meeting would become one of the moments they would talk about for years. Arabella would remember the way Lucy looked at her like she had personally ruined her entire day. Lucy would remember thinking, with complete certainty, that Arabella was the most unbearable person she had ever met. And yet, somehow, between the arguments, the teasing, the stolen glances and the moments neither of them could quite explain, that hatred would begin to change. Because sometimes the person you can't stand is the very person who ends up knowing you better than anyone else. And sometimes, love doesn't begin with a smile. Sometimes, it begins with a glare.