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Title: Peppermint Winter
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cesc Fàbregas/David Silva
Disclaimer: Complete fiction
A/N: For pendules who asked for Cesc/Silva, keeping each other warm during a cold England winter. I guess this is it? IDK, I hope this is what you wanted.
When Silva opens the door, he’s surprised to see Cesc standing there, covered from head to toe, except for his nose, which was very red.
“Surprise!” he says, grinning.
Silva blinks at him. “What are you doing here?”
“Spending Christmas Eve with you,” Cesc says. “You told me your family couldn’t come down for Christmas this year, and…okay, I can’t actually spend Christmas day with you, but I’m all yours for today.”
Silva stares at him in disbelief. “You came all the way to Manchester to spend Christmas Eve with me?”
Cesc smiles. “Of course. I told you I’d take care of you when you decided to come here.” He nudges Silva out of the way and trudges into his house. “Even if you signed for the wrong club.”
Silva laughs and closes his door. He had already prepared himself for a quiet Christmas, but it was still nice to have company. Even if it is Cesc, he thinks.
Cesc appears with his jacket and holds it out to him.
Silva blankly stares at him. “What?”
“Put it on,” he says, grabbing Silva’s right arm and trying to stuff it into the appropriate sleeve. “Bundle up. We’re going outside.”
Silva rolls his eyes and slaps Cesc’s hands away as he tries to zip up his jacket. “Stop that, I can do it myself. I’m not a child.” Okay. Especially if it’s Cesc, he decides.
~
“You’re a bitch, Fàbregas!” Silva calls out from behind one of the snowmen they had built earlier. “You called a truce!”
Cesc cockily struts around in the open, a snowball in hand. “You can’t trust anyone in war, Silva, I make no apologies.” He bends down to pack more snow on to his snowball. “Now come out from wherever you’re hiding and take this like a man.”
Silva wipes away the snow from his cheeks as Cesc slowly walks toward the snowman he’s behind. When Cesc gets close enough, he reaches up to the snowman’s head and pushes as hard as he can.
“ARGH!” Cesc disappears as the snowman’s head disintegrates into snow and blankets him. He sits up, swiping at the snow on his face. “You killed―” He squints at the headless snowman. “Which one is that?”
Silva sees the faint 9 they had carved into the snowman’s back. “It’s Fernando.”
Cesc looks appalled. “You killed Fernando.”
Silva smirks as he drops down on the snow next to Cesc. “I think Fernando would be pleased that his snowman crushed you,” he says, brushing the snow from Cesc’s hair.
“Probably. Fernando’s a bitch like that.” Cesc gracelessly flops down on his back. “How are you dealing with your first English winter?” he asks, as he moves his arms up and down and spreads his legs out.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. What are you doing?” Silva asks him, amused.
“Making a snow angel.”
“A what?”
Cesc laughs. “Oh, David, you lead a sad life. Look, just copy what I’m doing and you’ll see.”
So they spend the next few moments moving their legs and arms, and Silva feels silly but he’s also having fun so he decides he doesn’t really care.
“Okay, stop.” Cesc jumps to his feet and helps Silva up. “Look.”
Silva looks down in amazement at the shapes they had formed. “Wow. They do look like angels.”
Cesc laughs from behind him. “Yours looks a little strange.”
Silva is about to turn around when he feels something cold slide down his back, and when he hears Cesc’s maniacal giggle, he realizes Cesc has stuffed snow down his shirt. “Cesc.” He turns around but Cesc has already taken off. “That was a dirty trick!” he yells as he chases after him.
“Says the person who decapitated Fernando.”
Silva lunges at him and Cesc squeaks as Silva grabs his legs and cuts him down.
He twists around to see what Silva is doing and his eyes widen. “Don’t,” he pleads, trying to wriggle free, but Silva has his legs pinned down.
Silva just shakes his head, grabbing as much snow as he can. “See how you like it,” he says, stuffing snow down Cesc’s shirt.
Cesc yelps and he manages to kick Silva off him. He sees Silva grabbing more snow and he scrambled to topple him over and pins Silva’s arms over his head. “That’s cold,” he complains.
“I know.” Silva glares at him. “Let go.”
Cesc grins. “Let go off the snow.”
Silva rolls his eyes but he unclenches his fist and the snow falls through his hands.
Cesc beams and lets go of Silva’s wrists. “Good. Truce, okay? For real this time.” He sits up a little. “I’m cold. Let’s go in and warm up with―”
Silva grabs his jacket, pulls him down and brushes his lips against Cesc’s.
Cesc smiles as they pull away. “This works too.”
Silva grins and shoves him away. “Let’s go inside.” He pushes himself up to his feet and shakes the snow out of his hair.
Cesc holds out a gloved hand. “Hot chocolate time?”
“With marshmallows,” Silva answers, taking Cesc’s hand.
~
“I am never going to be warm again,” Cesc complains, huddled in his blanket.
“It’s not that cold,” Silva says, handing him his cup of hot chocolate.
“No, but someone stuffed snow down my back.” Cesc looks at him petulantly. “That was very cruel.”
Silva kicks at his foot. “You did it first. Mine was just…payback.”
Cesc peers into his cup and huffs. “Why so stingy with the marshmallows?” he demands. Pulling his blanket over his shoulders, he snatches Silva’s cup away just as he was about to take a sip. “I’m going to put more marshmallows.”
Silva sighs, but he grabs his own blanket and follows Cesc into the kitchen. He raises an eyebrow as Cesc pours the bag into his own cup. “That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Cesc says, moving on to Silva’s cup. “There’s no such thing as too many marshmallows.” He grabs his cup and waddles back to the living room, his blanket constricting his movement.
“Shouldn’t you leave soon?” Silva pulls his blanket over his head, and takes a sip out of his cup, as he sits down on the couch beside Cesc. “It’s pretty late,” he says, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Cesc blinks. “Leave?”
“To go home?”
“No, I’m staying for the night.” Cesc makes a face and bumps Silva’s shoulder with his. “I can’t actually spend Christmas with you, but I’ll ring it in with you.”
“That’s a bit presumptuous,” Silva replies, rolling his eyes. “You just assume I’ll let you stay?”
Cesc beams at him. “You couldn’t say no to this face.”
Silva laughs. “Seems cruel,” he agrees. “You look a bit like a homeless mutt. A wet, homeless mutt.” He yelps as Cesc moves in and obligingly licks his cheek. “Ugh, Cesc, get off me.”
Cesc looks puzzled. “Why do you taste like peppermint?”
Silva wrinkles his nose at him. “That is my face wash, Cesc. That’s disgusting. You basically ate face wash. See, this is why you shouldn’t lick people.”
Cesc shrugs. “Why does everyone make such a big deal about licking people’s faces? It’s better to have someone’s tongue in your mouth than on your cheek?”
Silva stares at him. “Do you just go around licking people then?”
Cesc makes a face. “No. I’m just saying.”
Silva shakes his head. “You’re strange, Fàbregas.” He leans in and kisses Cesc on the cheek. “But thanks.”
Cesc tilts his head, slightly, looking like he was considering something. Finally he takes both their cups and sets them down on the floor. “I was going to wait until it was officially Christmas,” he says, patting his jeans down. “But― here!” He pulls something out and holds it up over their heads.
Silva laughs. “Mistletoe?”
Cesc grins. Then, mistletoe still in hand, he leans in towards Silva and kisses him.
Silva pulls away when Cesc giggles against his lips. “What?” he says, looking amused.
Cesc smiles, looking ridiculously fond of him. “You taste like peppermint and hot chocolate and marshmallows.”
Silva looks at him, questioningly. “And?”
“You taste like Christmas, silly.”
“The peppermint is face wash.”
“Shut up, David,” Cesc says, kissing him again. The mistletoe drops from his hand as his fingers twist lightly into Silva’s hair.
As Cesc’s lips brush against his jaw, Silva thinks that this really isn’t a bad way to spend Christmas Eve.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Cesc Fàbregas/David Silva
Disclaimer: Complete fiction
A/N: For pendules who asked for Cesc/Silva, keeping each other warm during a cold England winter. I guess this is it? IDK, I hope this is what you wanted.
When Silva opens the door, he’s surprised to see Cesc standing there, covered from head to toe, except for his nose, which was very red.
“Surprise!” he says, grinning.
Silva blinks at him. “What are you doing here?”
“Spending Christmas Eve with you,” Cesc says. “You told me your family couldn’t come down for Christmas this year, and…okay, I can’t actually spend Christmas day with you, but I’m all yours for today.”
Silva stares at him in disbelief. “You came all the way to Manchester to spend Christmas Eve with me?”
Cesc smiles. “Of course. I told you I’d take care of you when you decided to come here.” He nudges Silva out of the way and trudges into his house. “Even if you signed for the wrong club.”
Silva laughs and closes his door. He had already prepared himself for a quiet Christmas, but it was still nice to have company. Even if it is Cesc, he thinks.
Cesc appears with his jacket and holds it out to him.
Silva blankly stares at him. “What?”
“Put it on,” he says, grabbing Silva’s right arm and trying to stuff it into the appropriate sleeve. “Bundle up. We’re going outside.”
Silva rolls his eyes and slaps Cesc’s hands away as he tries to zip up his jacket. “Stop that, I can do it myself. I’m not a child.” Okay. Especially if it’s Cesc, he decides.
~
“You’re a bitch, Fàbregas!” Silva calls out from behind one of the snowmen they had built earlier. “You called a truce!”
Cesc cockily struts around in the open, a snowball in hand. “You can’t trust anyone in war, Silva, I make no apologies.” He bends down to pack more snow on to his snowball. “Now come out from wherever you’re hiding and take this like a man.”
Silva wipes away the snow from his cheeks as Cesc slowly walks toward the snowman he’s behind. When Cesc gets close enough, he reaches up to the snowman’s head and pushes as hard as he can.
“ARGH!” Cesc disappears as the snowman’s head disintegrates into snow and blankets him. He sits up, swiping at the snow on his face. “You killed―” He squints at the headless snowman. “Which one is that?”
Silva sees the faint 9 they had carved into the snowman’s back. “It’s Fernando.”
Cesc looks appalled. “You killed Fernando.”
Silva smirks as he drops down on the snow next to Cesc. “I think Fernando would be pleased that his snowman crushed you,” he says, brushing the snow from Cesc’s hair.
“Probably. Fernando’s a bitch like that.” Cesc gracelessly flops down on his back. “How are you dealing with your first English winter?” he asks, as he moves his arms up and down and spreads his legs out.
“It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. What are you doing?” Silva asks him, amused.
“Making a snow angel.”
“A what?”
Cesc laughs. “Oh, David, you lead a sad life. Look, just copy what I’m doing and you’ll see.”
So they spend the next few moments moving their legs and arms, and Silva feels silly but he’s also having fun so he decides he doesn’t really care.
“Okay, stop.” Cesc jumps to his feet and helps Silva up. “Look.”
Silva looks down in amazement at the shapes they had formed. “Wow. They do look like angels.”
Cesc laughs from behind him. “Yours looks a little strange.”
Silva is about to turn around when he feels something cold slide down his back, and when he hears Cesc’s maniacal giggle, he realizes Cesc has stuffed snow down his shirt. “Cesc.” He turns around but Cesc has already taken off. “That was a dirty trick!” he yells as he chases after him.
“Says the person who decapitated Fernando.”
Silva lunges at him and Cesc squeaks as Silva grabs his legs and cuts him down.
He twists around to see what Silva is doing and his eyes widen. “Don’t,” he pleads, trying to wriggle free, but Silva has his legs pinned down.
Silva just shakes his head, grabbing as much snow as he can. “See how you like it,” he says, stuffing snow down Cesc’s shirt.
Cesc yelps and he manages to kick Silva off him. He sees Silva grabbing more snow and he scrambled to topple him over and pins Silva’s arms over his head. “That’s cold,” he complains.
“I know.” Silva glares at him. “Let go.”
Cesc grins. “Let go off the snow.”
Silva rolls his eyes but he unclenches his fist and the snow falls through his hands.
Cesc beams and lets go of Silva’s wrists. “Good. Truce, okay? For real this time.” He sits up a little. “I’m cold. Let’s go in and warm up with―”
Silva grabs his jacket, pulls him down and brushes his lips against Cesc’s.
Cesc smiles as they pull away. “This works too.”
Silva grins and shoves him away. “Let’s go inside.” He pushes himself up to his feet and shakes the snow out of his hair.
Cesc holds out a gloved hand. “Hot chocolate time?”
“With marshmallows,” Silva answers, taking Cesc’s hand.
~
“I am never going to be warm again,” Cesc complains, huddled in his blanket.
“It’s not that cold,” Silva says, handing him his cup of hot chocolate.
“No, but someone stuffed snow down my back.” Cesc looks at him petulantly. “That was very cruel.”
Silva kicks at his foot. “You did it first. Mine was just…payback.”
Cesc peers into his cup and huffs. “Why so stingy with the marshmallows?” he demands. Pulling his blanket over his shoulders, he snatches Silva’s cup away just as he was about to take a sip. “I’m going to put more marshmallows.”
Silva sighs, but he grabs his own blanket and follows Cesc into the kitchen. He raises an eyebrow as Cesc pours the bag into his own cup. “That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Cesc says, moving on to Silva’s cup. “There’s no such thing as too many marshmallows.” He grabs his cup and waddles back to the living room, his blanket constricting his movement.
“Shouldn’t you leave soon?” Silva pulls his blanket over his head, and takes a sip out of his cup, as he sits down on the couch beside Cesc. “It’s pretty late,” he says, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Cesc blinks. “Leave?”
“To go home?”
“No, I’m staying for the night.” Cesc makes a face and bumps Silva’s shoulder with his. “I can’t actually spend Christmas with you, but I’ll ring it in with you.”
“That’s a bit presumptuous,” Silva replies, rolling his eyes. “You just assume I’ll let you stay?”
Cesc beams at him. “You couldn’t say no to this face.”
Silva laughs. “Seems cruel,” he agrees. “You look a bit like a homeless mutt. A wet, homeless mutt.” He yelps as Cesc moves in and obligingly licks his cheek. “Ugh, Cesc, get off me.”
Cesc looks puzzled. “Why do you taste like peppermint?”
Silva wrinkles his nose at him. “That is my face wash, Cesc. That’s disgusting. You basically ate face wash. See, this is why you shouldn’t lick people.”
Cesc shrugs. “Why does everyone make such a big deal about licking people’s faces? It’s better to have someone’s tongue in your mouth than on your cheek?”
Silva stares at him. “Do you just go around licking people then?”
Cesc makes a face. “No. I’m just saying.”
Silva shakes his head. “You’re strange, Fàbregas.” He leans in and kisses Cesc on the cheek. “But thanks.”
Cesc tilts his head, slightly, looking like he was considering something. Finally he takes both their cups and sets them down on the floor. “I was going to wait until it was officially Christmas,” he says, patting his jeans down. “But― here!” He pulls something out and holds it up over their heads.
Silva laughs. “Mistletoe?”
Cesc grins. Then, mistletoe still in hand, he leans in towards Silva and kisses him.
Silva pulls away when Cesc giggles against his lips. “What?” he says, looking amused.
Cesc smiles, looking ridiculously fond of him. “You taste like peppermint and hot chocolate and marshmallows.”
Silva looks at him, questioningly. “And?”
“You taste like Christmas, silly.”
“The peppermint is face wash.”
“Shut up, David,” Cesc says, kissing him again. The mistletoe drops from his hand as his fingers twist lightly into Silva’s hair.
As Cesc’s lips brush against his jaw, Silva thinks that this really isn’t a bad way to spend Christmas Eve.