Until the final whistle  || Jude Bellingham fanfiction ||

Until the final whistle || Jude Bellingham fanfiction ||

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Sep 1, 2026
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Fanfic
Football/Soccer
Original Character (OC)
Famous Figure
Famous Figure: Athlete
They live in the same city. They simply exist in completely different worlds. At twenty-eight, Juliette Blanc restores Renaissance masterpieces at the Prado Museum, teaches history at the Complutense University, and has a small circle of people she trusts completely. Her life is quiet, familiar and wonderfully ordinary and after everything she's lost she managed to built a life in Madrid. Jude Bellingham's life couldn't be more different. At twenty-two, he is living the dream he spent his childhood chasing: to play professional football on a top tier team, packed stadiums, impossible expectations and a career that seems to move faster than he can keep up with. She doesn't follow football. He knows nothing about Renaissance paintings nor museums. She has no idea who he is... ....Until Madrid decides otherwise.
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After a devastating injury, Ariella is finally back and ready to prove she belongs on England's national netball team. Jude, England's rising football star, is learning that success comes with a price. As their bond grows under the spotlight, keeping things professional becomes harder than either of them expected. "I don't know if I can control myself any longer," Jude breathed out, his head tilted slightly down. "Then don't." I didn't think before speaking. Or maybe I did. Either way, I never expected Jude to get up and kiss me. One choice. Two careers. A million eyes watching.

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