5 Cesc/Robin moments that happened over Christmas
Frustrated with lack of Cesc/Robin fics lately. Here's something. Bit too late for Christmas but it's only a day old! Bear with me.
Title: 5 Cesc/Robin moments that happened over Christmas
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Robin van Persie
Rating: G
Word Count: No fricking idea
Notes: Entirely fiction. For everyone who loves Fabpersie.
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1.
"When are you going to tell Shaqueel that Santa isn't real?" Cesc asks him one day, and Robin looks at him, slightly shocked.
"Cesc," Robin whispers warningly. "He might hear you."
Cesc looks around him before turning back to Robin. "But he's not here."
"He's just over in the other room!"
Cesc nods nonchalantly, taking a bite out of the sandwich he's eating. Robin shakes his head, switching channels on the television.
"You should be completely honest with him. Sit him down and everything."
Robin rolls his eyes and shoots a glare at the Spaniard next to him.
"What? I'm serious. To find out that your father lied to you for your whole life? What if he finds out from his friends? Are you going to say, no, Shaq, they're the ones that are lying? And then he finds out the truth? And what about Dina?"
"Cesc," Robin says again, "Shaqueel is 4 years old. And Dina can't talk yet."
"The sooner the better, I reckon," says Cesc, nodding to himself. "I mean, how old were you when you had your illusions smashed?"
"I can't remember, 9 maybe?" Robin shrugged.
"I was 13."
"...13?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Weren't you signed to Arsenal at 16? Weren't you a bit old for Santa?"
"Shut up. I was devastated."
"Did you cry?"
"..."
"Seriously?"
"Can we not make this about me and get back to Shaqueel?"
2.
Cesc arrives in the afternoon, bringing a bottle of red wine. Robin answers the door with tinsel halo-ed on his head, and a grin on his face. Cesc laughs at the image.
"What are you doing?"
"Putting up the tree," Robin replies, stepping aside to let him in.
"...you've got guests in 2 hours and you haven't put up the tree?" Cesc sounds slightly mortified, walking straight into the living room.
"Well it's finished, I'm just clearing up-"
"It's lopsided." Cesc interrupts.
"...What?"
"It's kind of leeeeannninnngg..." Cesc says again, tilting his head to the side. Robin does the same.
"I think it's fine," Robin says, slowly. So it is a little tilted. A very tiny insignificantly bit tilted.
Cesc nudges the side of the tree slightly, the decorations swaying. "Hey," Robin says, pulling him away from it. "Don't touch. It's fine."
Cesc pouts.
When Lukasz Fabianski comments on the slight crookedness of the tree later, Robin resists the urge to look at Cesc, whom he knows would have a knowing smile plastered on his face.
3.
"Please don't get me something involving Doughnuts or Desperate Housewives, I get enough of that from the fans," Cesc says to Robin over the phone.
"I'm not," Robin replies. The whole family's out shopping today. Well not exactly - Bouchra's shopping with Shaqueel in tow and Robin is minding the pram.
"Do you want to guess what your present is?" Cesc says, grinning.
"No, not really," Robin says, sighing. Cesc can hear his smile over the phone.
"Comeon, guess."
"No, it's okay, I'll wait for another two days before I open it."
Cesc frowns.
"You're just doing this to annoy me, aren't you?"
"Not really."
"..."
"Kind of. Yes."
"Robin." The Dutchman laughs.
"You're evil," Cesc whines.
"You love me." Cesc can still hear him smiling.
In the end Robin gets a whole bag of gingerbread cookies."Are these edible?" Robin asks, eying them suspiciously; getting a punch on the shoulder in return.
Cesc gets a DVD of the World Cup 2010 Final. The Spaniard nearly bursts into tears. ("Oh, Robin, but this must have been so hard for you," to which Robin replies, "Not really, ordered from Amazon already gift-wrapped-"; Robin gets a breath-removing hug from Cesc anyway.)
4.
"Robin?" Cesc says, peering out the window of his place onto the street, "I think you might be stuck here."
Robin's head appears close to Cesc's, pulling back the curtain. He whistles under his breath. Outside is a blanket of white. Not a thin blanket - a doona-sized blanket. "I'll call Bouchra," he says, walking away from the window.
He returns moments later. "Movie night?" Robin asks Cesc, who is sitting in front of his massive TV with DVDs already spread out around him. Cesc shrugs his shoulders, flipping through his collection.
"Well I mean we've already had lunch and you're too old to play Playstation since you have a kid and now your reflexes are all slow-"
"I'm not that old. I could play, you know. Unless you're not in the mood."
"Robin," Cesc looks at him then, "we're both kind of just recovering from injuries and things-"
"Let's play Kinect." Robin says suddenly, reaching over to fiddle with the console.
"I'm serious, Robin," Cesc pulls his hands away from it, "I don't want you injured again."
"I'll be careful. Comeon, Cesc, I haven't played with you in yonks."
"..."
"Cesc, pleeeeeeeassseeeeeeeee." Robin sits in front of Cesc, looking at him with wide eyes. Cesc bursts out laughing.
"Shaqueel's rubbing off on you. It's ridiculous how much you looked like him."
"Well, we are related," says Robin, smiling. "Comeon, Fabregas, old man, I challengggge you." Robin waves the remote dramatically in Cesc's face.
Cesc shakes his head. "Old man? You're so on."
(Later, Robin realises Cesc has fallen asleep on him whilst watching a DVD, and Robin grins, triumphant.)
5.
Robin gets a text halfway through Christmas Lunch. It's from Cesc.
HELP.
Robin is confused, calls the Spaniard. He hears Cesc's voice on the first ring.
"Oh Thank God, save me!" Cesc says, quickly. There is a lot of loud spanish in the background.
"What's happening over there?"
"My Grandmother made this - this - FEAST - and we have to beat Chelsea."
Robin is confused.
"What does one have to do with the other?"
Cesc sighs, impatiently.
"Well obviously, I'm going to be stuffed with food, and then I'll get fat, and then I can't run properly, and we'll lose, duh."
"Nice, Cesc, that's very mature."
"Look, can I come over? I can kill time by not eating and by the time I get to your place you guys will probably have finished-"
"Er. No. Cesc, calm down, eat smaller portions, chew slowly, sip on champagne, come jog with me in the evening. You'll be right."
"But I've already managed to extract myself from the house."
"..." Cesc sighs.
"Alright, I'll go back in. Can I meet you like, 8:30?"
"Sure."
They hang up before Robin gets another message. It's a photo - Robin barely recognises Cesc's kitchen bench, covered in plates of food. Robin rolls his eyes.
"Don't you think training on Christmas Day is a bit much?" Cesc asks him, later, as they're jogging at the park near Robin's house.
"You're the one that's worried about-"
"This wouldn't be happening if I went over to your place at lunchtime. I had to smuggle food over to Carlota's plate when she wasn't looking. And then I got into trouble for it."
"I'm continually surprised at how mature you are on the pitch, Captain," Robin teases. Cesc nudges him.
They rest on the park bench. Robin takes in everything; the trees on the street lined with Christmas lights, the quiet stillness apart from their heavy breaths, making clouds in the air.
"Merry Christmas, man" Cesc says, taking a swig from his water bottle. His hair is dishevelled and on end. It reminds Robin of a much younger Cesc. He smiles.
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Omg what did I just write, hahahahhahaa.
Title: 5 Cesc/Robin moments that happened over Christmas
Pairing: Cesc Fabregas/Robin van Persie
Rating: G
Word Count: No fricking idea
Notes: Entirely fiction. For everyone who loves Fabpersie.
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1.
"When are you going to tell Shaqueel that Santa isn't real?" Cesc asks him one day, and Robin looks at him, slightly shocked.
"Cesc," Robin whispers warningly. "He might hear you."
Cesc looks around him before turning back to Robin. "But he's not here."
"He's just over in the other room!"
Cesc nods nonchalantly, taking a bite out of the sandwich he's eating. Robin shakes his head, switching channels on the television.
"You should be completely honest with him. Sit him down and everything."
Robin rolls his eyes and shoots a glare at the Spaniard next to him.
"What? I'm serious. To find out that your father lied to you for your whole life? What if he finds out from his friends? Are you going to say, no, Shaq, they're the ones that are lying? And then he finds out the truth? And what about Dina?"
"Cesc," Robin says again, "Shaqueel is 4 years old. And Dina can't talk yet."
"The sooner the better, I reckon," says Cesc, nodding to himself. "I mean, how old were you when you had your illusions smashed?"
"I can't remember, 9 maybe?" Robin shrugged.
"I was 13."
"...13?"
"Yeah, I know."
"Weren't you signed to Arsenal at 16? Weren't you a bit old for Santa?"
"Shut up. I was devastated."
"Did you cry?"
"..."
"Seriously?"
"Can we not make this about me and get back to Shaqueel?"
2.
Cesc arrives in the afternoon, bringing a bottle of red wine. Robin answers the door with tinsel halo-ed on his head, and a grin on his face. Cesc laughs at the image.
"What are you doing?"
"Putting up the tree," Robin replies, stepping aside to let him in.
"...you've got guests in 2 hours and you haven't put up the tree?" Cesc sounds slightly mortified, walking straight into the living room.
"Well it's finished, I'm just clearing up-"
"It's lopsided." Cesc interrupts.
"...What?"
"It's kind of leeeeannninnngg..." Cesc says again, tilting his head to the side. Robin does the same.
"I think it's fine," Robin says, slowly. So it is a little tilted. A very tiny insignificantly bit tilted.
Cesc nudges the side of the tree slightly, the decorations swaying. "Hey," Robin says, pulling him away from it. "Don't touch. It's fine."
Cesc pouts.
When Lukasz Fabianski comments on the slight crookedness of the tree later, Robin resists the urge to look at Cesc, whom he knows would have a knowing smile plastered on his face.
3.
"Please don't get me something involving Doughnuts or Desperate Housewives, I get enough of that from the fans," Cesc says to Robin over the phone.
"I'm not," Robin replies. The whole family's out shopping today. Well not exactly - Bouchra's shopping with Shaqueel in tow and Robin is minding the pram.
"Do you want to guess what your present is?" Cesc says, grinning.
"No, not really," Robin says, sighing. Cesc can hear his smile over the phone.
"Comeon, guess."
"No, it's okay, I'll wait for another two days before I open it."
Cesc frowns.
"You're just doing this to annoy me, aren't you?"
"Not really."
"..."
"Kind of. Yes."
"Robin." The Dutchman laughs.
"You're evil," Cesc whines.
"You love me." Cesc can still hear him smiling.
In the end Robin gets a whole bag of gingerbread cookies."Are these edible?" Robin asks, eying them suspiciously; getting a punch on the shoulder in return.
Cesc gets a DVD of the World Cup 2010 Final. The Spaniard nearly bursts into tears. ("Oh, Robin, but this must have been so hard for you," to which Robin replies, "Not really, ordered from Amazon already gift-wrapped-"; Robin gets a breath-removing hug from Cesc anyway.)
4.
"Robin?" Cesc says, peering out the window of his place onto the street, "I think you might be stuck here."
Robin's head appears close to Cesc's, pulling back the curtain. He whistles under his breath. Outside is a blanket of white. Not a thin blanket - a doona-sized blanket. "I'll call Bouchra," he says, walking away from the window.
He returns moments later. "Movie night?" Robin asks Cesc, who is sitting in front of his massive TV with DVDs already spread out around him. Cesc shrugs his shoulders, flipping through his collection.
"Well I mean we've already had lunch and you're too old to play Playstation since you have a kid and now your reflexes are all slow-"
"I'm not that old. I could play, you know. Unless you're not in the mood."
"Robin," Cesc looks at him then, "we're both kind of just recovering from injuries and things-"
"Let's play Kinect." Robin says suddenly, reaching over to fiddle with the console.
"I'm serious, Robin," Cesc pulls his hands away from it, "I don't want you injured again."
"I'll be careful. Comeon, Cesc, I haven't played with you in yonks."
"..."
"Cesc, pleeeeeeeassseeeeeeeee." Robin sits in front of Cesc, looking at him with wide eyes. Cesc bursts out laughing.
"Shaqueel's rubbing off on you. It's ridiculous how much you looked like him."
"Well, we are related," says Robin, smiling. "Comeon, Fabregas, old man, I challengggge you." Robin waves the remote dramatically in Cesc's face.
Cesc shakes his head. "Old man? You're so on."
(Later, Robin realises Cesc has fallen asleep on him whilst watching a DVD, and Robin grins, triumphant.)
5.
Robin gets a text halfway through Christmas Lunch. It's from Cesc.
HELP.
Robin is confused, calls the Spaniard. He hears Cesc's voice on the first ring.
"Oh Thank God, save me!" Cesc says, quickly. There is a lot of loud spanish in the background.
"What's happening over there?"
"My Grandmother made this - this - FEAST - and we have to beat Chelsea."
Robin is confused.
"What does one have to do with the other?"
Cesc sighs, impatiently.
"Well obviously, I'm going to be stuffed with food, and then I'll get fat, and then I can't run properly, and we'll lose, duh."
"Nice, Cesc, that's very mature."
"Look, can I come over? I can kill time by not eating and by the time I get to your place you guys will probably have finished-"
"Er. No. Cesc, calm down, eat smaller portions, chew slowly, sip on champagne, come jog with me in the evening. You'll be right."
"But I've already managed to extract myself from the house."
"..." Cesc sighs.
"Alright, I'll go back in. Can I meet you like, 8:30?"
"Sure."
They hang up before Robin gets another message. It's a photo - Robin barely recognises Cesc's kitchen bench, covered in plates of food. Robin rolls his eyes.
"Don't you think training on Christmas Day is a bit much?" Cesc asks him, later, as they're jogging at the park near Robin's house.
"You're the one that's worried about-"
"This wouldn't be happening if I went over to your place at lunchtime. I had to smuggle food over to Carlota's plate when she wasn't looking. And then I got into trouble for it."
"I'm continually surprised at how mature you are on the pitch, Captain," Robin teases. Cesc nudges him.
They rest on the park bench. Robin takes in everything; the trees on the street lined with Christmas lights, the quiet stillness apart from their heavy breaths, making clouds in the air.
"Merry Christmas, man" Cesc says, taking a swig from his water bottle. His hair is dishevelled and on end. It reminds Robin of a much younger Cesc. He smiles.
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