fic: Peter Pan (Xavi Hernández/Andrés Iniesta, PG)
Title: Peter Pan
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Football RPS, FC Barcelona
Pairing: Xavi Hernández/Andrés Iniesta
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Summary: Thirty is, so Xavi has been taught to believe, the age when you're supposed to finally grow up.
Dedication: For sebastiona, because she keeps hinting at me how awesome the Barça boys are. ;)
Word Count: 129
A/N: Written for the One Sentence Fic challenge at footballverse. I didn't win anything this time, but I hope you guys will like the fic nevertheless. ;)
Feedback: Everything is most welcome, from squee to constructive criticism. I even accept rotten tomatoes, so don't be shy. ;)
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Thirty is, so Xavi has been taught to believe, the age when you stop acting like the world is yours, when you live for your future instead of just tomorrow, when you have a proper, official, long-term relationship instead of clandestine affairs, when you focus on practical effects instead of enjoyment - in short, the age when you finally grow up, get married, and give your life a meaning - but every time he wakes up to that small, blissful smile on Andrés' pale face, glowing in the first rays of the morning sun, and feels him shift closer instinctively in his sleep, he knows that neither of them is ready to end their adolescence just yet, and so Xavi decides to give it one more day... and another… and another…
Author: txorakeriak
Fandom: Football RPS, FC Barcelona
Pairing: Xavi Hernández/Andrés Iniesta
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm a lying bastard and made this all up. I don't claim to know any of the players I write about, they're most definitely not mine, and this very probably didn't happen. No payment involved, no offence intended. This is for my own entertainment.
Summary: Thirty is, so Xavi has been taught to believe, the age when you're supposed to finally grow up.
Dedication: For sebastiona, because she keeps hinting at me how awesome the Barça boys are. ;)
Word Count: 129
A/N: Written for the One Sentence Fic challenge at footballverse. I didn't win anything this time, but I hope you guys will like the fic nevertheless. ;)
Feedback: Everything is most welcome, from squee to constructive criticism. I even accept rotten tomatoes, so don't be shy. ;)
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Thirty is, so Xavi has been taught to believe, the age when you stop acting like the world is yours, when you live for your future instead of just tomorrow, when you have a proper, official, long-term relationship instead of clandestine affairs, when you focus on practical effects instead of enjoyment - in short, the age when you finally grow up, get married, and give your life a meaning - but every time he wakes up to that small, blissful smile on Andrés' pale face, glowing in the first rays of the morning sun, and feels him shift closer instinctively in his sleep, he knows that neither of them is ready to end their adolescence just yet, and so Xavi decides to give it one more day... and another… and another…