This is mostly dedicated to Pedri and Ferran Torres, but might include some other Barça players. I write fanfiction and read it too. Youâll find me on AO3 under the same nicknameđ„° Trilingual blog (CAT/ESP/ENG)
Hiiii, this is M and Iâve been a Barça fan for a long time (since I was born, probably), but I was kind of disconnected from the team for a little while, but this season and this team and Hansi have totally made me go back.
I used to read and write Football RPF a few years back and I loved it, and now Iâm back into it, but I donât have friends or people to chat to in this fandom. And Iâm a chaotic and insecure writer, so having other writers or readers to talk to would be so helpful. At the moment Iâm focusing on Pedri/Ferran, but I might open my horizonsâŠ
So if anyone would like to chat about football and fanfiction, and Barça, and maybe even beta read my stuff. Let me know đ„șđ„șđ„ș
after months of fighting a voice inside my head that told me i wasn't good enough, that it wasn't worth it, that it was a waste of time.... today i've written again
i've never written fanfiction before, although i've been reading it for many years now. i've never written in english either
but i wanted to tell a story, i needed to tell a story, so that's what i'm doing. i'll post it on my ao3 profile when it's ready, but in the meantime i wanted to post a little snippet of it, i'm too excited not to share it đ„č
thank you if you're reading this, it means a lot since i'm new in terms of sharing my own stuff. interaction is very much appreciated
see you <3
"But today, for a reason he doesnât quite understand yet, his heart is aching for a picture that hasnât been published, a message that hasnât been written, a public post that hasnât been shared.
Today, his heart is aching every time he opens Ferranâs profile and doesnât see anything new."
Ferran is laying on his back on the bed, waiting for Pedri to finish brushing his teeth, heâs listening to the telltale sound of TikTokâs being swiped up, which means his boyfriend is probably going to take a little longer to come to bed.
He closes his eyes and thanks his habit of abandoning his phone downstairs before going to bed, because he doesnât need to be dumb scrolling too.
Heâs tired after the double training session, and he feels himself drifting to sleep. But the bathroom door getting slammed wakes him up suddenly.
He looks up to find Pedri frowning, his phone clutched in his hand.
âBaby?â He tried to ask, but Pedri bites his lips and walks slowly towards the bed.
âDonât baby me,â he says with a coldness that makes Ferran shiver. He watches as the younger man unlocks his phone and shows it to him. The image is paused, but he can see a guyâs face frozen over a blurry picture of someone who looks a lot like himself, holding a girlâs hand. âWho is she?â
Fuck. He thinks he recognises the guy in front now, heâs someone who likes spreading gossip about Spanish celebrities. And the guy in the picture looks very much like Ferran himself, even has the same colour phone. But he has no idea of where this picture came from.
He tries to think, see if the photo could be from when he was dating Sira, but he didnât have the same phone back then, and he doesnât think thatâs her. But he has absolutely no recollection of any situation that might have generated this picture.
âI have no idea,â he says, as honestly as he can.
âBullshit,â Pedri spits. âThe guy said you were seen around La Roca Village with your new girl,â he adds, disgusted.
âLa Roca Village?â Ferran scoots closer and tries to reach for Pedriâs hand. âI donât even know where that is,â he says.
âI do,â Pedri says, and suddenly he looks more tired than angry. âFer likes going there, itâs not far.â
âBut Iâve never,â Ferran starts to say.
âI know,â Pedri cuts him. âIâm just so tired of hidingâŠâ
âBaby,â Ferran quickly pulls his boyfriend until heâs almost on his lap, cuddling him gently. âWe agreed this was better for our careersâŠâ he says softly, cradling Pedriâs head.
âI know, but I got so mad,â he protests against Ferranâs chest. âI wanted to find that Hoyos guy and yell at his face that you are mine,â he finally says raising his head a bit to peer at Ferran.
âI am yours,â he reassures him, gently rubbing Pedriâs back.
âSometimes I just wish everyone knew,â he says sadly.
Ferran gently cradles his cheeks and bends a bit to kiss Pedri gently. And with the way Pedri responds, it quickly turns into a more passionate kiss.
âJust say the word and weâll go public,â Ferran says softly, reaching for Pedriâs phone to take a selfie.
âI love you,â Pedri says instead, pulling Ferran in for another kiss. âIâm just happy knowing you would.â
A tiny snippet of what might have happened on that flight to Japan. Hope you like it :)
Sleep, my sweet
Pedri feels his eyelids getting heavier as he tries to finish the race heâs playing on his Nintendo Switch, but the hum of the planeâs motors and the heaviness of the third hour of flight are making it very difficult for him to stay focused on the game. He feels tired and sleepy, but heâs not sure heâll be able to actually fall asleep, heâs not very fond of plane seats, even if they are ample and and comfortable as these first class seats are, they are not his sofa or his bed.Â
He looks around and sees that a handful of his teammates are sleeping, a few others are chatting quietly in the dim light of the cabin, and some others are playing with their consoles or watching something on their phones or tablets. When he looks at Ferran, his boyfriend has his headphones on and is probably listening to one of his podcasts about whatever obscure topic heâs found.Â
He looks so handsome like this, with his eyes closed, focused on whatever heâs listening to as he plays with his ring. Pedri knows that heâd easily fall asleep is he were in Ferranâs arms, but he doesnât want to bother him when he seems so invested. So he tries using one of the cushions that have been provided by the cabin crew and covers himself with the thin blanket.Â
He turns sideways and tries to close his eyes, heâs certainly sleepy enough that he should be asleep in minutes, but every time he feels himself start to settle, something stops him. At first is the way his feet feel too heavy because of his trainers, so he toes them off and hopes it doesnât bother anyone.Â
After a few more minutes, he can feel one of the arm rests digging on his back, so he turns around and wrestles it until itâs all the way up. As he is trying again to fall asleep, some noise coming from somewhere on the plane startles him. Pedri sighs, frustrated that he canât sleep on a plane when he should be used to it by now.Â
He tries one last time, settling down and promising himself that if heâs not asleep in ten minutes, heâll search what films heâs got downloaded on his ipad and watch something. But as heâs about to turn again in frustration, a soft chuckle coming from Ferran makes him look up. His boyfriend is watching him with a fond expression on his face.Â
âCome here, vida,â he says softly and opens his arms invitingly. And Pedri doesnât even wait, heâs on Ferranâs lad in about two seconds. âWhy didnât you say you couldnât sleep?â He asks quietly as he softly brushes Pedriâs hair off his face.Â
âDidnât want to bother you,â he mutters, already lying down and burrowing his face in Ferranâs neck.Â
âAmor, you are never a bother,â Ferran says as he lovingly strokes Pedriâs back. âHaving you in my arms is one of my favourite things,â he adds making Pedri smile.Â
âDo you want my noise cancelling headphones?â Ferran asks after a couple of minutes of Pedri just breathing calmly as he traces patterns on his boyfriendâs chest with his fingertips.Â
âNo, I want to fall asleep listening to your heartbeat,â Pedri declares, looking up from where he is laying on Ferranâs chest.
âArenât you the sweetest?â Pedri smiles at that and moves to give Ferranâs lips a soft peck and then lie back down again. He feels himself being lulled to sleep, grateful to be able to enjoy his boyfriendâs presence even on a work trip. As he is drifting more and more, he still hears and understands a sentence, but heâs too tired to actually react to it.Â
âBoys, could you quiet down, please?â Ferranâs voice asks, and the chatter noise that had been accompanying Pedri for the last twenty minutes slowly lowers its volume, and Pedri smiles and thanks the odds for having someone like Ferran in his life.Â
A tiny snippet of what might have happened on that flight to Japan. Hope you like it :)
Sleep, my sweet
Pedri feels his eyelids getting heavier as he tries to finish the race heâs playing on his Nintendo Switch, but the hum of the planeâs motors and the heaviness of the third hour of flight are making it very difficult for him to stay focused on the game. He feels tired and sleepy, but heâs not sure heâll be able to actually fall asleep, heâs not very fond of plane seats, even if they are ample and and comfortable as these first class seats are, they are not his sofa or his bed.Â
He looks around and sees that a handful of his teammates are sleeping, a few others are chatting quietly in the dim light of the cabin, and some others are playing with their consoles or watching something on their phones or tablets. When he looks at Ferran, his boyfriend has his headphones on and is probably listening to one of his podcasts about whatever obscure topic heâs found.Â
He looks so handsome like this, with his eyes closed, focused on whatever heâs listening to as he plays with his ring. Pedri knows that heâd easily fall asleep is he were in Ferranâs arms, but he doesnât want to bother him when he seems so invested. So he tries using one of the cushions that have been provided by the cabin crew and covers himself with the thin blanket.Â
He turns sideways and tries to close his eyes, heâs certainly sleepy enough that he should be asleep in minutes, but every time he feels himself start to settle, something stops him. At first is the way his feet feel too heavy because of his trainers, so he toes them off and hopes it doesnât bother anyone.Â
After a few more minutes, he can feel one of the arm rests digging on his back, so he turns around and wrestles it until itâs all the way up. As he is trying again to fall asleep, some noise coming from somewhere on the plane startles him. Pedri sighs, frustrated that he canât sleep on a plane when he should be used to it by now.Â
He tries one last time, settling down and promising himself that if heâs not asleep in ten minutes, heâll search what films heâs got downloaded on his ipad and watch something. But as heâs about to turn again in frustration, a soft chuckle coming from Ferran makes him look up. His boyfriend is watching him with a fond expression on his face.Â
âCome here, vida,â he says softly and opens his arms invitingly. And Pedri doesnât even wait, heâs on Ferranâs lad in about two seconds. âWhy didnât you say you couldnât sleep?â He asks quietly as he softly brushes Pedriâs hair off his face.Â
âDidnât want to bother you,â he mutters, already lying down and burrowing his face in Ferranâs neck.Â
âAmor, you are never a bother,â Ferran says as he lovingly strokes Pedriâs back. âHaving you in my arms is one of my favourite things,â he adds making Pedri smile.Â
âDo you want my noise cancelling headphones?â Ferran asks after a couple of minutes of Pedri just breathing calmly as he traces patterns on his boyfriendâs chest with his fingertips.Â
âNo, I want to fall asleep listening to your heartbeat,â Pedri declares, looking up from where he is laying on Ferranâs chest.
âArenât you the sweetest?â Pedri smiles at that and moves to give Ferranâs lips a soft peck and then lie back down again. He feels himself being lulled to sleep, grateful to be able to enjoy his boyfriendâs presence even on a work trip. As he is drifting more and more, he still hears and understands a sentence, but heâs too tired to actually react to it.Â
âBoys, could you quiet down, please?â Ferranâs voice asks, and the chatter noise that had been accompanying Pedri for the last twenty minutes slowly lowers its volume, and Pedri smiles and thanks the odds for having someone like Ferran in his life.Â
a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isnât social media this is community.
