#xabi alonso fanfic

[findingnemosworld]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐨 - 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

(𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬, (𝐨𝐫 … 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨)

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦*𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!!! (𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 … 𝐛𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜.)

Her life was quite unique from the very beginning, growing up in Reggiolo as the youngest daughter of Carlo Ancelotti propelled her into greatness from a very young age ...

Her oldest sibling Katia was a communications manager for a popular company in Milan, her second oldest Davide worked closely with her father after he transitioned into management, she on the other hand had opted to venture into music, training quite vigorously ever since she was young, the training had paid off as following her graduation from university in which she had recieved a degree in business-management as well as a minor in communications.

She decided to dedicate her time and focus onto music, and what started as quite a bumpy path given the nepotism accusations coupled with the negativity she consistently recieved online ultimately lead to a thriving career as a fully established pop vocalist at just twenty years old with two successful albums behind her.

However, asides from music, she adored football as it had been the common ground which strengthened her relationship with her father, she'd consistently attend every game he managed in every club he ever went to, however when it came to her personal preference, it was that of the Merseyside club, Liverpool.

At first, she could not exactly pinpoint why she was so drawn to the club -it was only two months into following the club that she realized why she was drawn to them- it was the very moment, her youthful eyes landed on him and then, everything changed ...

Initially she'd chalked it up to a sense of admiration, she loved his style of play, had worn his jersey to every home and away game, cheering him on as much as she could, she'd even gotten his autograph on the jersey, a fond memory she kept to herself, hidden from everyone around her, however as time went on and she continued to follow his career, she knew that what she felt spanned further than admiration, and it wasn't until she learned of her father's transfer from Paris Saint Germain to Real Madrid, just how intense her feelings were to noneother than Xabier Alonso.

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It'd been a year since her father became the manager of Real Madrid, six months since Xabi had made the shift from the Merseyside champions to Los Blancos, and Y/N was definitely thrilled to be able to watch him play whenever she could, along with supporting her father, after having relocated from London to Madrid to broaden her musical horizon.

Carlo, was beyond thrilled -he'd always had a soft spot for Y/N- yes, he loved all of his children equally, however his youngest was the closest due to how eager she was to understand the world of football and in turn, he supported her creative and artistic musical venture, making sure to boast about her every chance he can get -and that's what ultimately lead to his newest player becoming fascinated with his youngest- furthermore, leading to their very first encounter.

Real Madrid had won the Copa Del Rey following an impressive 7-0 bout with Sevilla, and to celebrate -Sergio had suggested a private night at the club full of drinks and a vibrant atmosphere- that night had coincided with Y/N's twenty first birthday, and whilst the team were at the private booth with their significant others downing drinks and chatting amongst one another, he on the other hand seemed far more invested in a particular and alluring sight right across from the booth.

Another booth was occupied by a group of young girls, and amongst one of them was her, he'd recognized her almost immediately -however what drew his attention further, was the ruby red spaghetti strapped dress she had that left nothing to the imagination, coupled with her beautiful hair curled to perfection as well as her makeup and the stunning heels had served to attract him almost instantly, foregoing the obvious fact that he was a decade older than her, and she just so happened to be the daughter of his coach.

Sergio, who was initially chatting with Ricardo had noticed his fellow Spaniard's gaze, he followed his gaze to the booth across from theirs, his brows shooting up in amusement, "Xabi, hermano ..." he chuckled, "Y/N?"

"Huh?" replied Xabi, realizing he'd been caught, he brushed it off and chuckled, "I was just shocked to see her, that's all ..."

"It's her birthday," Sergio replied, "Overheard the gaffer talking to her before the match the day before!"

"Ah! ..." Xabi nods, "It makes sense."

Sergio looked at him for a moment before he asked, "You like her, don't you?"

"No." Xabi replied quickly.

Sergio laughs, "You fucking liar, you are crushing on her ..."

"I'm not," he replies with a defensive tone, before releasing a groan of frustration. "Ok, maybe I do ... but it's not like I'm going to chase her, I won't risk my spot on the team."

"I hear you ..." Sergio chuckles before adding, "Though I won't blame you if you do end up with her, you guys are kind of similar, passionate about your careers, the whole nine yards."

Xabi seemed too focused on Y/N to even pay attention to what Sergio was saying, and it was when Y/N had excused herself to go to the restrooms that he said, "I'm gonna go!"

Sergio frowns, "Where?"

"I'll be right back ..." Xabi states as he stands up, and walks towards the restrooms, right around the time she steps out and bumps into him.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry ..." she said softly before her eyes locked on his, they widened in recognition, "Xabi?"

"Yeah, and you're Y/N?" he replied with a gentle tone.

"The one and only ..." she chuckles before adding with a nervous tone, "I should add though that I'm a big fan of yours ..."

"You are?" he asks, surprised by her statement.

"Uh huh ... I mean, you can imagine how excited I was when I learned that you'd be managed by my dad," she giggles.

"That's flattering, to have the talented Y/N as my fan ..." he admits with a soft smile.

"Um ... I gotta go, but I'll see you around!" she said softly, before adding. "Congratulations on your win, that goal was pretty amazing!"

He smiles, "Thank you."

"Bye," she waved.

"Bye," he waved.

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Another year rolls around, and Xabi had settled into his new team quite seamlessly -beloved by the fans, his teammates and Carlo- however the latter was a double edged sword, because as much as he admired the Italian manager, he felt a sense of dread each time he recieved a text message or a call from her ...

Whilst Carlo regarded him as a consistent starter for each match, the fact of the matter is he knew that his chances were on thin ice given his secretive friendship with his manager's twenty one year old daughter, a friendship that he now identifies as a full fledged relationship, at least on his end ...

Xabi had grown so fond of her, her bubbly persona, professionalism when it came to her career and the love she gives beyond her music, volunteering to help charities, donating to hospitals, he knew he was hooked the minute he had heard her sing yet now, he was completely and utterly hers, and he wasn't ashamed to admit it, a few of his teammates had picked up on the stolen looks he'd give Y/N whenever she was in attendance, Sergio had warned him to be extra careful and he was, to an extent.

One afternoon, on a rare free day, he asks her to meet him at the park -an odd request given that they usually spend time either at his house or hers, depending on the day- however, he had other plans as he brought along a small basket full of treats and a picnic blanket, setting things up under one of the trees, he waited for about forty five minutes until he spotted her walking towards him; it was then, he realized that no matter how many times he saw her, he fell in love, again and again as her charm and kindness radiated through her eyes.

"Xabi!" she exclaims with a soft look, "What's all of this?" she gestured to the picnic basket.

His cheeks flush, and he answers with a shy tone. "This is um ... our first date!"

"Our what?" she retorts in surprise.

"Our first date ... I know, the classical thing is I have to ask you out first but you're Carlo Ancelotti's daughter ..." he states, gulping nervously. "His youngest daughter, and that alone freaked me out so I thought being friends with you would help suppress my feelings for you but they never went away, and I know I'm potentially gonna lose my spot for this, but to hell with it! I can't hold back, I want to explore this, this thing between us, because I know I'll regret it, if I don't."

To say that Y/N was stunned would be an understatement, to her belief, she always thought her crush was unrequited and in a way she was content with it, to love him from afar and be his friend -however, to hear him declare his feelings had definitely managed to sway her into replying- "You do know if my dad finds out, you'll probably be benched for the whole season!"

He chuckles, "I'm willing to take my chances."

Y/N proceeded to sit down and say, "Let's get our first date then," she giggles. "I must add that you are attentive ..."

"How so?" he asks, handing her one of the sandwiches he made whilst he poured her a glass of orange juice.

"My ideal first date was always a picnic, so you either stalked one of my interviews or you guessed it on the fly!" she retorts playfully.

"The first ..." he admits with a blush.

She laughs, before retorting. "Remember our first encounter?"

"Yeah, a year ago at the club ... why?" he asks with a confused tone.

"That wasn't our first encounter ..." she chuckles softly. "Our first encounter happened when um ... during your first season in Liverpool, I was thirteen, and my mom took me to one of your first matches, against Manchester United, I stood excited after you guys won and you signed my jersey," she said before adding. "I know it's stalker-ish, but yeah ..."

"Woah ..." he grows silent before his eyes widen, "You mean we met way before."

"Uh huh ..." she nods, "I told you ... I'm a big fan!" she whispers plaufully.

"Well I am still flattered that I have an adorable stalker!" he grins.

A wave of comfortable silence falls between them before she asks, "Xabi?"

"Yeah?" he replies, looking at her.

"You're not ... uncomfortable with our age gap ..." she asks with a hesitant tone. "Right?"

"To be honest, it's a double edged sword, there's going to be a lot of criticism if it goes public, half because of the age gap and the other half because of your father, they'll say I'm dating you to get on his good graces, or worse ... guarantee my spot on the team," he sighs softly before taking a hold of her hand. "I'm willing to take the risk."

Y/N smiled widely before leaning over to press a gentle kiss on his lips. "Then I'm yours!" she whispers.

His face lights up in response, "As am I ..."

It wasn't easy by any means, maintaining a private relationship away from the prying eyes of the public as well as the paparazzi, their meet ups were private as well, mostly in secluded areas or if they're lucky, their houses -as far as the world knew, she was the apple of her father's eye, a beloved singer whilst he was the glue that held the team's midfield together- the consequences of such an affair loomed on top of them, prompting them to be quite careful about how they should handle the pressure of a relationship of this magnitude, and he firmly believed he was able to hide it for a while, until ...

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To say it was pure torture to see her standing near her father would be an understatement, she looked absolutely gorgeous in her leggings and oversized t-shirt coupled with the cap was enough to send blood rushing straight to his cock resulting in a groan of frustration to escape him ... Sergio, who noticed his expression leaned over and jokingly said, "Careful not to explode in front of the boss or your Juliet!"

Xabi shot him a deadly glare before his gaze trailed back to her and he noticed her smiling his way which elicited a subtle smile from him, that faded when he noticed Carlo looking his way ... I have to stop or else I'm going to be punished, he reminds himself.

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"Xabi seems to settle in nicely ..." Y/N remarks.

"He is ... his performance in the last few games has been impressive!" Carlo nods before adding, "He's definitely going to start in the upcoming fixture against Inter Milan!"

"He's also cute ..." she murmurs.

"Y/N!" Carlo exclaimed sternly.

"What?" she retorts, "It's not like I lied ..."

"Don't even think about it ..." was all he said before shifting his focus back to training.

Too late ..., Y/N thought to herself as she decided to enter back into the training center.

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Y/N was confused by the text message Xabi had sent her stating that they needed to speak and that it was an emergency, they'd both agreed not to speak to one another whenever she paid her father a visit yet Xabi had insisted, stating that he was hiding in one of the storage closets, "Xabi?" she calls out once she spots the closet in question with the ajar door. "Xa-Oh!" she was immediately dragged in and the door was shut behind her, "Xabi ..." she whispers.

He locks the door then turns to her, "I couldn't wait," he grumbles, wrapping one arm around her waist, and the other around her shoulder to pull her in for a kiss. "You looked so beautiful out there!" he whispers hotly before pressing his lips entirely over hers.

She was stunned for a brief moment before melting almost instantly in his embrace, he gently pushed her up against the wall, hoisting her up so that she'd wrap her legs around his torso. "You do realize we're at risk of being caught," she whispers, a soft moan escapes her lips when his lips descend down to the column of her thorat.

"I know ... but you don't understand," he murmurs, his hand slipping inside her t-shirt, crawling up to cup her breasts through her bra and when he felt the lace, a low groan escapes him. "You tease, you're wearing the red lace bra, aren't you?"

"Yeah ..." she replied breathessly, whining when he squeezed her left breast. "Fuck."

"You're so sexy," he moaned in her ear, hiking her shirt up to press featherlight kisses over the top of her breasts, "And you're all mine," he lowered her bra cups to take one of her nipples in his mouth while his index finger and thumb toyed with the other, eliciting the sweetest of sounds from her.

"Fuck ..." she whines quietly.

His lips trail back up to her neck, her jawline, her cheek then her lips as he whispered, with a teasing tone. "How do you think your dad will react if he finds out his precious princess fucked out of her mind until she could only remember my name?" a grin appears across his lips upon noticing her expression. "Oh Querida, look at you, so beautiful!" he murmurs.

He sets her down then hikes her leggings down to her ankles, pushes her panties to the side, pressing his thumb over her clit to tease her, "Let them hear you, let them all hear you so they'd know who's making you feel good."

"Xabi!" the young female whines, "Please."

He slips his hand inside of his shorts, then boxers to pull out his cock, pumping himself before he slowly pushed his cock into her pussy drawing out the softest cry from her, "There we go," he groans, "Moan for me, moan for me ..."

"Xabi!" Y/N moans, "Fuck ..."

"Your dad would kill me ..." he slams his hips against her own, "His little girl and his player, I'll be done but you know what?" he paused, gently nibbling down on her neck. "You're worth it, so fucking worth it."

"Oh ..." she whines, "Shut up and fuck me."

Xabi grins, "You don't have to tell me twice."

He hoists her up slightly, and begins to move his hips against hers, grunting with each thrust, "There we go, such a good girl taking my cock inside her tight pussy," he praised her, whispering hotly in her ear. "Tell me, do you love it?" he growls, "Do you love feeling my cock deep in your slick tight pussy?"

"Yes .. yes ... OH FUCK YES!" Y/N whines, pulling him closer to her, "Harder!" she cried softly.

His thrusts increased rapidly, "I'm gonna cum ..." he whispers in her ear, "You're going to let me cum in you querida, you're gonna be a good girl and let me cum in you."

"Please ..." Y/N moans, "Please ... please ... please ..."

With one last sharp thrust, his cock twitches and he releases a surge of warmth inside of her followed shortly by her pussy clenching around his cock as they both rode off the waves of their orgasm, "Oh god!" she sighs.

Xabi pulls her in for a kiss before murmuring, "You gotta admit this was hot, ..." he chuckles, "Sex in the storage closet."

"Yeah," she giggles.

Suddenly, they hear ...

"Xabi! ... Xabi!"

The pair quickly redress, and Y/N whispers. "You have to go ... I'll walk out a few minutes after once the coast is clear."

"No, I'm not leaving you ... what if it's the boss?" he whisper shouts.

The sounds grows closer, "Xabi, hermano ...?"

"That's not my dad, that's Sergio ..." Y/N replies, "Let's go out, he already knows we're together."

Xabi sighs softly, "Ok ... let's do that!"

The pair bravely step out of the storage room only to be faced with not just Sergio but indeed, her father as well, "Oh boy!" Xabi whispers under his breath.

Carlo looks between his daughter and Xabi, then looks at Sergio. "What uh ... what's this?"

"Boss, I think it's best if ... they explain!" Sergio said, before excusing himself and leaving the trio standing there in an eerie silence.

"So?" Carlo broke the silence with a stern yet calm tone.

"We can explain ..." Y/N blurts out before growing quiet under her dad's stern stare.

"How long?" Carlo asks calmly.

"A year and ten months." Xabi replies quickly.

"Aha ... so for a year and ten months, you've been decieving my daughter." Carlo deduced, nodding slowly.

"Dad ..." Y/N groans, "He wasn't decieving me, I was the one who fell in love first and you know that."

"That does not change the fact that this relationship is immoral sweetheart, he's ten years older than you." Carlo interjects.

"I'm not a child, I'm almost twenty two." Y/N rolls her eyes, "And besides, Xabi and I are in love."

"In love? after almost two years ..." Carlo retorts incredulously, "Absolutely not, I don't approve of this."

"Sir ... If I may?" Xabi began.

"Shut up ..." Carlo growls.

"Dad!"

"Sir, with all due respect ... I'm going to ask you to listen," Xabi seemed to stand his ground as he continued, "I love your daughter, and you're right, she's ten years younger than me, she could have anyone in the world but she chose me, and I'll ever question why she did just that, however what I can also do, is cherish her, love her, take care of her every need, make sure that she's always happy, because to me, she's more than just your daughter, she's my person, she's my ..." he paused, interlocking his digits with her, "My soulmate."

Her heart softened at Xabi's sweet declaration, she then turned to her father. "Dad I love you, and I will always love you, you're the first man I have ever loved," she sighs, "But I love him, and there's nothing you can do about it, I am standing my ground."

Carlo grew silent for what seemed like an eternity before he said, "Are one hundred per cent committed towards my little girl?"

"Yes, for the rest of my life." Xabi said with a soft tone.

"Then you do realize that while you have managed to charm my daughter, it will take a lot more than that to impress me, football skills aside ..." Carlo states before narrowing his eyes at him, "If you hurt her, break her heart or subject her to anything painful, trust me when I say that you can kiss your football career goodbye."

He knew better than to call bluff on it, Carlo was and still is protective of Y/N. "I understand and I give you my word, ... I will protect Y/N with my life."

"Very well ..." Carlo said then added, "Training's back in fifteen minutes!"

"Ok ..." he breathed out a sigh of relief.

Carlo walked away, however midstep he said. "Hey Xabi?"

"Yeah boss!" Xabi replied.

"Fix your shorts ..."

Xabi scrambled upon the realization that his shorts weren't fixed properly, "Shit!"

Y/N remained silent for a brief moment before she said, "Well that could have gone worse."

"Really?" Xabi arched a brow at her remark, "Your father almost saw my cock and that's what you say."

"He could have found us having sex!" Y/N giggles.

"You are unbelievable," Xabi pulled her in for a kiss.

She happily kissed him back, "At least now it's all out in the open ..." she trails off before teasingly adding. "Daddy."

He grunts, "You do realize I'm going to be rock hard once again."

"Well ..." she grins, "That's why god created your right hand," she leaned over and kissed his cheek, "I'll see you later."

Xabi watched her walk away, letting out a soft sight, she is going to be the death of me.

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[alexscribed]

this might sound crazy but i need a fanfic about xabi alonso and fernando alonso. bcs the fact that both of them use (used for xabi) number 14, they were born in the same year, and also they give off some slytherin vibes.

[ftorres-9]

“I liked it when you kissed me, you know”

The words are out before Steven Gerrard can even think about exactly what he’s saying, worry about how Xabi might react. He regrets drinking so much champagne. Of course, he’s referring to approximately 4 hours prior when he had gone in for a mock kiss, meant as just a laugh for the cameras, and Xabi had leaned in and planted a soft, fleeting, peck on Steven’s lips that almost didn’t feel real and yet still managed to send shockwaves though Steven’s entire being. Steven had turned away immediately after, trying to hide his blush, laughing it off, when secretly he had wished it had lasted longer. Not that he’d tell Xabi that, of course. But Steven was much more sober then, and now the truth has burst forth like a dam breaking and there’s no taking it back. And then Xabi responds, he turns to Steven, smiling, his golden eyes holding a knowing glance, and he says in that gorgeous accent “You want another, yes?” And in that moment Steven’s heart skips a beat and he practically shouts “YES!” like a schoolboy about to have his first kiss. It’s not like Steven hasn’t kissed people before; being a famous footballer for Liverpool and England means being desired by models and celebrities and people with power, people like dolls with vacant eyes and expensive clothes who kiss without meaning after too many drinks. Fun, yes, but forgettable. But this is Xabi. This is different.

Before Steven has time to kick himself over his embarrassing level of enthusiasm, Xabi’s lips are on his and this time it’s real, it’s real and it’s electric and Steven’s whole body is on fire and Xabi tastes like champagne and victory and Steven can’t bring himself to stop even though he can hardly breathe and his heart is racing pumping Liverpool red blood through his veins and he can feel Xabi’s heart racing too, Xabi’s body pressed against his fitting just right, and Xabi is warm and feels like home in Steven’s arms, and then suddenly Xabi breaks the spell, pulling back slightly, golden eyes meeting Steven’s, and he says in almost a whisper, “miracles happen in Istanbul, Steven” and Steven holds Xabi a little tighter and replies, without a second thought because he knows, he knows in his heart, in his very soul, “You’re my miracle, Xabi.”

In that moment Steven is in love with everything; with Liverpool, the game, the night, the celebration, the victory, but most of all, Steven is deeply, passionately, undeniably in love with Xabier Alonso Olano.

(This is just me free writing a fanfic for the first time since March 2022, don’t mind it, I’m trying my best, thank you)

[hazel081012]

We Were Only Twenty One

Iker settled into his recliner chair on the balcony and let out a tired sigh. He slowly wiped away the tear stains from his cheeks. Xabi. Xabi Alonso. As always making his heart ache. Although this time it is not his fault. Death is inevitable Iker knows that. But he always thought that he will be the first one to go even though Xabi is only six months younger than him. Xabi had a good life. A happy and successful one, died at the age of seventy six. He was hailed as one of the best midfielders of his generation, had an enviable trophy collection, left the game before it left him and after his retirement he went on to become one of the best managers in football history. His personal life was too a glorious one. A beautiful wife three children. A happy family and some really good friends. Iker was also on that list once upon a time. A close friend. And a lover. Oh how times have changed.

It was November 2002. A new player had joined the Spain national team from u-21 team. A good looking one. Iker couldn't stop blushing whenever their eyes met and the boy couldn't stop smirking at his coloured face. When the boy introduced himself to the team at the locker room Iker instantly decided that he wants to be friends with the Xabi Alonso with sun kissed skin. Maybe he can bestow some kisses on that skin too. Iker appointed himself as the guide for Alonso and walked him through the campus and filled him in on all the details he deemed necessary to be a part of the team. He liked showing off his two year seniority to the newbie. He really wanted to impress Xabi. And funnily enough his efforts hadn't gone unnoticed by his teammates. By the end of the session Raul, Xavi and Puyol were teasing him about his newfound crush and to his utter horror Xabi overheard them. Then much to Iker's joy Xabi started blushing and walked away to the showers leaving him with their teasing teammates. They exchanged numbers the next day. By the end of the week they become friends. On the last day of the training week the team went out for drinks. That was the day Iker learned how much Xabi liked drinking. When the team left the bar Xabi was pretty drunk and Iker was tipsy. Iker still doesn't know who initiated their first kiss. He only have vague images in his mind now. The night sky, cold breeze ,the illuminated shops nearby and Xabi's intoxicating scent mixed with the drinks. All he can remember was them kissing frantically infront of the bar and their teammates interrupting them making some excuses that someone will see them. The two were separated and were led to the hotel. The next day they said their goodbyes and went back to their clubs.

On Christmas Xabi send Iker a text message wishing merry Christmas and Iker quickly replied. On the Newyear's Iker called Xabi on a whim before midnight. And that was their first Newyear together. After that phone calls and text messages become a regular thing. They flirted, shared secrets and their dreams. Every time Xabi messaged or called Iker felt a fluttering feeling in his chest and he wished Xabi felt the same. Then April came and Iker couldn't contain his excitement. On the second week of April real madrid had a match with real sociedad and on the last day of april spain had a friendly with Ecuador. That meant a lot of xabi alonso. On the day of match against sociedad iker was bursting with anticipation and it earned him funny looks from his teammates and a knowing smirk from raul. They went on to the pitch and he and xabi shooks hand as non chalantly as possible. The game started and sociedad had outplayed them. Iker who was determined to impress xabi wad humiliated when the opponents scored four goals against him. And he didn't know if he should be angry or amused when one of them was scored by xabi himself. Xabi played amazingly and iker felt a little bit proud. After the game xabi took iker out for dinner and after it iker invited xabi over to his room. With the help of raul he smuggled xabi into his room without anyone noticing. The moment the door closed behind them xabi had iker pinned against the door and started kissing him passionately and he reciprocated kindly. Soon they were undressing each other and stumbled into the bed. The first round ended too quickly, both were impatient for release from pining after each other for months and the touch of others fist was enough to send them over the edge. After that they took their time mapping each others body with hands and mouth and fucking each other into the mattress. They stayed all night up talking and kissing and to till this day it is one of the happiest nights in iker's life. If he try hard enough he can still remember every bit of it as it has happened yesterday.

After that night they become incredibly close and iker realised he was falling in love. International break came and the two were allotted in the same room. They fucked like rabbits and never ran out of topics to talk. But they took great care in showing no signs of affection when they were in public. All of their shenanigans were limited to the privacy of their room. When the game was over and xabi went back iker's heart was full of love. It was xabi who professed his love first. On iker's 22nd birthday xabi visited him in madrid. Iker was slightly nodding off when xabi said that he was in love with iker, sleep long gone iker couldn't stop the happy tears. Iker told xabi he felt the same and the smile that formed on xabi's face at that moment is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his entire life.

At the next national training session raul, puyol and xavi found out about their love affair. After that raul invited iker, xabi, xavi and puyol to his place. And the three of them asked about their relationship, plans and how serious are they about each other. Him and xabi confessed their undying love for each other to them. Now that he thinks about it he can't help but laugh at their innocence. Undying love. Oh how young were them, how foolish thinking their love could conquer everything, that it could withstand the obstacles of time. Raul, bless his heart patiently explained to them that they will have to choose either their career or their relationship cause world was a cruel place and how homosexual players could never make it big once they publicly acknowledge their sexuality. Then him and xabi made the most stupid plan to ever exist. That they will keep their relationship a secret and will go public when both of them retires. It all seemed so easy and simple at that time. Needless to say raul wasn't impressed neither was puyol. Xavi seemed to be more on agreement with iker and xabi.

A year soon went by and their love thrived eventhough there were occasional stumbles. Being in two cities was difficult. The first serious strain on their relationship was Nagore. Xabi's childhood sweetheart. It turned out that he still had feelings for her. After much discussions and screaming matches they decided that theirs will be an open relationship. But with conditions applied. Both of them will not see any other men. In case of Xabi he can pursue Nagore and Iker can sleep with or see any women he fancies. Then came the transfer window were Xabi chose Liverpool over real Madrid. Xabi chose Liverpool over him. He was devastated by Xabi's betrayal. Then came steven Gerrard. Oh how he hated that guy. He knew they were only friends but it didn't stop him from spending moments imagining him beating the shit out of Gerrard. Xabi won UCL with Liverpool in his first season. He even scored the equalising goal which turned him into a Liverpool hero. Then came the moment that broke Iker's heart forever. During their celebration Xabi and Gerrard kissed infront of everyone. When him and Xabi wouldn't even let each other's gaze linger on the other when in public, Xabi was kissing a man for everyone to see. After that he refused to attend Xabi's calls even when Xabi called Raul and asked for him he refused to speak. It was one of his biggest mistake cause it pushed Xabi closer to Nagore who had no problems with the kiss. That was when he found Sergio to whom he shared all his sorrows. He refused to trouble Raul with his problems who already warned him in the beginning.

Then the next international break came. Xabi begged for a chance to explain himself and with Sergio's pressure he agreed to it. And soon everything was back to normal and they were that lovey dovey couple again. And he was himself again. Next two years went by in bliss. He dated some women on the side but nothing felt right but with Xabi far away he needed ways for his sexual pleasures. Then Xabi got Nagore pregnant. He didn't know how to feel about it nor figure out how does the baby fit into their future plans. Then Jon was born he felt so happy for Xabi and Nagore and also for himself. Xabi had sent him the picture of the newborn saying 'our son is here'. Then Sara came into his life and suddenly everything changed. For once it was Xabi's turn to get jealous. Oh and they also won the euro cup. It was a roller coster of a year. Next year Xabi got married to Nagore and he felt something die inside him. He knew whatever happens they were still on board with their plan. It was also the year Xabi got transfered to real Madrid.

Xabi never wore his wedding ring in Iker's presence. In Madrid him, Xabi , Sergio and Arbeloa formed a clique. And the next three years was the best times of his life. They were always together, him and Xabi, except for the four weeks in summer. Little Ane was born. They even won though world cup together. It seemed like finally everything has fallen into place and their future was promising. Even Puyol and Xavi were surprised by the turn of events. Only Raul remained skeptical. Both Sergio and Alvaro were in total support for them. Claiming when he and Xabi gets married they will be our bestmen. It was a beautiful dream. But unfortunately it stayed only as a dream.

It was in 2010 that Jose Mourinho came to real Madrid. The special one. The special one he will never forget. The special one that ruined everything for him. At first it was great. Mourinho was a great coach and they had fun working together. Xabi easily become Mourinho's favourite. Then 2012 came they won the euro's again. Sometimes after that everything went to downhill. Their future, their plans, dreams and their love for each other. What started as a disagreement between him and Mourinho suddenly escalated. And Alvaro chose the side of the coach. And to his disappointment Xabi also chose Mou's side. Sergio tried to smooth things out with them but it didn't worked. Soon him and Xabi stopped talking only communicating when it was necessary for the game. Also he decided to start a family with Sara. Mourinho left Madrid in 2013 but the division he created never left.

He and Sara welcomed martin into the world in 2014 the year Emma was also born. When Ancelotti become the manager he easily picked on the tension between their former clique and asked us to figure things out between ourselves. We tried and failed. Yet we tried. Then came the world cup failure. Oh how it hurts. The only good thing that came out of it was him and Xabi finding comfort in each others body. It was the last time he ever held Xabi in his arms, felt those strong hands wrapped around him, felt those lips on his, and listened to those heartbeats when he fell asleep. After that he felt that maybe they can sort out their differences. Still have that future they once dreamed about. But then suddenly one day he was informed that Xabi is leaving for Bayern. He remembers feeling numb, empty crying his heart out on Sergio's shoulder. Xabi has betrayed him again. Then Xabi left without even saying a goodbye.

Then Xabi made some comments about how his new goalkeeper was the best he has ever played with and Iker refused to let it affect him. He also left Madrid the following year. It didn't felt the same after Xabi left. Then Xabi said to some press how he was legend or something. It did make him feel good. But didn't change anything.  Whatever they had was already destroyed. He married Sara and they become parents again with the birth of Lucas. His wife and their babies made him happy. When the news of Xabi's retirement came he felt a little throb in place of what used to be gut wrenching pain. His retirement was supposed to be the start of something. Then Iker retired. The day he made that decision he felt so hollow inside. Years went by and his marriage fell apart but Xabi's only become stronger. They had occasionally crossed each others path but never made any efforts to talk or become friends. Raul was right all along. But the funny thing is that him and Xabi never officially broke up. 

So still sometimes he couldn't help but wonder about what could have been. As years went by now he can't even recreate Xabi's face from his memories. The man he fell in love with was a youth with twinkling eyes and sun kissed skin. And he no longer exist. Buried in the past where they lost their love. Buried along with a smooth faced boy brimming with innocence and hope who loved him.

Now he longs for that November. To look at that smirking face and blush again. To kiss under the night sky. To believe their love is enough. To be twenty one again.

[nicolesainz]

Oh there is definitely a fanfic coming. As soon as I found those pics, I HAD to write something. Xabi Alonso is THE man.

[swaggypsyduck]

Opinions?

my non-footy friend loves reading fanfics for other fandoms. and after nearly completing the hockey rpf tag (she's never played or watched hockey) she moved onto the football rpf (she's only ever watched the morocco vs france wc22 match). after filtering the usual tags out she's given me a list and i've been ordered to share it w yall and to get ur opinions on this. she has ordered them by which pairings she feels have the best written fics to numbers ratio sice she has no idea who these ppl r and ships none of them.

DISCLAIMER: SHE DOES NOT KNOW ANY PERSONAL INFO ABOUT THESE PLAYERS OR THE CONTROVERSIES THEY HAVE

her list is as follows:

1. Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres

2. Sergio Ramos/Iker Casillas

3. Neymar/Lionel Messi

4. Xabi Alonso/Steven Gerrard

5. Sergio Ramos/Gerard Pique

6. Marco Reus/Mario Götze

7. Cristiano Ronaldo/Lionel Messi

8. Thomas Müller/Manuel Neuer

9. Lukas Podolski/Bastian Schweinsteiger

10. Dele Alli/Eric Dier

her thoughts on this: (tw/soccer)

dont mind the time stamps she's not muslim she just cant sleep. she also demands recs for players 20+ bc and i quote "can only take looking up geriatric pics for so long"

[effervescentdragon]

@mssr-monagato: I accidentally discovered fanfic by looking for news on xabi alonso and fernando torres when i was 13 on livejournal blogs and then coming across fic and being like… wait a minute

me: I roleplayed on russian self insert tolkien forums when i was 13 and translated everything into russian manually so people would understand me and i didn't speak russian

cara: ...

me: ...

me: truly soulmate shit

[footballffbarbiex]

I also feel that with the amount of players that are popular currently, it's hard to keep up. When I started writing, there was like a handful (or what felt like a handful) of players that were trending. I guess that is also tied to how well national teams are doing in EUROs or world cups, like you said, but I also think it's linked to how well teams are doing in their respective leagues. I can still remember the sheer amount of Arsenal fanfics I read, or how popular Real Madrid and Barça were (lol, Barça wishes it was still as popular. I don't watch football for a few years and things have gone to shit apparently? And is Real still popular? I only paid attention because of Xabi Alonso) I completely agree that it feels like wasted energy pouring so much love into something that seems to end up in a void. Fandom is fickle and I still haven't figured out whether it's because of allegiances to certain clubs/players that make it so certain fics flop, or whether there's a different reason.

If you ever need to rant about the fandom, my ask is always open. Please take care of yourself and your joy ❤

yes! when i started on here it was very much the same. we would have a small pool of writers, some of who wrote exclusively for woc OC's, some were for everyone, but mostly it was leagues that weren't PL. if you did it was Arsenal and United. now it's the other way around, it's PL dominated with a small pool of players who now get written about and player interest absolutely changes depending on if they're benched or succeeding.

blurbs the length of the paragraph i've just written get a shit ton of notes and longer pieces don't, unless you're certain writers. people ask for updates of xyz but then can't find the ask box to send feedback. tumblr is a very different experience to what it was, and i'm not sure what's happening but i definitely feel lost rn.

if you find a reason, let me know because i can't figure it out either 😂

[berlinini]

steven gerrard once got overwhelmed with emotion after winning the champions league in 2005 and kissed xabi alonso right there on the pitch, spawning 358375783 fanfics. he's 10000% straight but he kinda became an accidental gay football icon for a while lol.

really getting my master's in steven gerrard studies uh 😆

OK BUT would he be "10000% straight" if Louis Tomlinson was flirting with him??? Maybe Steven was overwhelmed with emotion after seeing Louis' beauty and kissed him right there?

And that is how Louis got this Gerrard 4 jersey...

[skrtl]

I didn't know LiveJournal still exists

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I had forgotten how early Gerlonso fics are the best

[findingnemosworld]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

(𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞.

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐱𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭

In all his time as a player, he’d won countless of trophies, celebrated a plethora of achievements both in his club and international career, yet now – with this brand new milestone, he can truly say that he’d done it all.

Winning the Bundesliga as a manager.

He’d had the fortune of winning it as a player shortly before his retirement, yet the sensation of winning it as a manager certainly held a far more ponderous weight, especially upon seeing the elated faces of the players he had helped guide towards such a historic win.

He’d celebrated with everyone, his assistant managers, the players and everyone involved in the club except for one person, her.

The team bus had been buzzing with the high of celebrating that it took him just three minutes to notice her, snapping pictures of just about everyone on board, he quietly slipped past the unsuspecting passengers to reach the very last seat on the bus. "You’re awfully quiet," he remarked.

Her eyes dart up to meet his gaze, a mischievous smile adorns her lips as she replied to his remark, with a seemingly innocent tone. "Figured I’d let you have your celebrations with the team first"

He chuckled, occupying the seat next to hers. "How thoughtful?"

"I take it they’re asleep." She murmurs softly.

He poked his head to check and indeed, some had fallen asleep given that it was a long journey back to the BayArena. "They are … which means?" he trails off playfully.

"No!" She interjects with a horrified expression across her face, aware of what he was about to say.

A soft laugh bubbles past his lips, "Why not? it’s not like they’ll notice us"

"Xabier, I’m not riding your dick on the bus where everyone could hear us." She whisper shouts with a horrified tone.

He leans closer to whisper in her ear, "Zatoz txikitxo, niretzat"

A soft groan escapes her lips before she shot him a glare, "You really just had to pull the native tongue card"

He shrugged, a mischievous grin adorning his lips, "Can you blame me? I can’t help it"

"No you cannot." She giggled softly before adding. "I’m still not gonna do it"

He sighs softly, "Come on querida, please"

She rolled her eyes, letting out a groan of frustration. "Xabier!!"

"Querida!!" He retorts in a similar tone.

A brief wave of silence falls between them before he murmured with a playful tone, his eyes glimmering with mischief. "We can always improvise"

"Seriously!" She laughs.

Instead of responding, he rolled up his short sleeve and picked her up and grinned as he whispered against her neck, peppering soft kisses on the skin. "You shouldn’t have worn the skirt"

"I hate you." She whimpers, biting down on her lower lip.

"Shh …". He cooed, "Just enjoy the ride"

Damn him, his stupid deep voice and the damn accent that sent shockwaves straight to her core causing a rather evident moisture to seep through her panties drawing out a smile from him, and a grunt from her. "I hate you"

He chuckled, his hands gripping her waist – he guided her through, pushing up his thigh against her slick pussy drawing out breathy moans from her lips. "Such a good girl querida, such a good girl." He murmured in her ear. "Just wait until we get home, I’m not leaving this pussy for the next three days"

She whined softly, her arm wrapped tightly around his shoulder just as the friction sent waves of pleasure through her body. "Xabi" she moaned.

"I know … I know." He cooed, nibbling on her neck. "I can feel that slick pussy drenching my thigh, keep going …"

Their movements were as discreet and quiet as they can be – with him peeking out to see if anyone had noticed which luckily they didn’t prompting him in to lean in and kiss her, murmuring. "When we get back home, I’m fucking you in every corner of the house"

She giggled breathlessly, "You promise"

He smirks, "Have I ever broken a promise?"

He never did, in the two years she’d known him – he never broke his word; in that moment, he was dead set on getting her to the brink of ecstasy, the friction of his thigh pulsing against her pussy drew out soft muffled whimpers and moans concealed by their lips against one another. "Xabi, … Fuck" she whispers.

He murmured, "You’re cumming aren’t you? gonna be a good girl and cum on my thigh"

She nods, biting down on her lip as her muscles clenched and there it was – her vision turned blurry as she nestled her head on his shoulder, feeling the vibrations of his chest due to him chuckling. "Jesus"

He lets out a soft laugh, then proceeded to push his thumb and index digit into her slick pussy for a brief moment before drawing them out then licking them clean in front of her, "Lehen aldia bezain goxoa"

She giggled and curled up in his arms, he looked out the window and that’s when it dawned on him — of all his accomplishments, finding her was the biggest one.

[percervall]

had a thought…. which fanfic tropes match our favourite boys?

- best friends to lovers

- enemies to lovers

- there was only one bed / forced proximity

- fake dating

- second chance romance

- professor / student

- [include your own fave trope(s)]

Love how you always indulge me babe 😘

best friends to lovers

Lando

Esteban

Mick

enemies to lovers

Ruben Dias

Dominik Szoboszlai

Fernando Alonso

Sergio Ramos

forced proximity

Darwin

Jenson

fake dating

Rodrigo De Paul

Pierre

second chance

Daniel

Mark

Lewis

academia

Marco Rose

Antoine Griezmann (Amy, this is on you)

Xabi Alonso

Toto Wolff

grumpy/sunshine

Jan Oblak

Mats Hummels

Kostas Tsimikas (where he's the sunshine character)

If I missed anyone, pls let me know!

[kloppinthekop]

A Gerlonso fic written for the footballkinkmeme August prompt: myth/legend. Excerpts from each vignette:

1.       The Legend Forever:

That night, he dreams a strange dream. It comes to him from a time even further removed than the days of Istanbul. […] He dreams that he is Orpheus, the father of songs, son of King Oeagrus, earthly progeny of the Muse Calliope. Apollo, god of music, has gifted him a golden lyre that sings like water passing over glistening pearls. Aphrodite, the goddess of love, has gifted him a wife who gleams like starlight over lush fields of wheat. Eurydice.

2.       Broke Me Heart:

However, they could not aspire to reach the peak of their desire and one day came when torn apart, one left, and one said: “Broke me heart.”

3.      I Missed You Every Day:

Stevie, however, has never left. Sure, he has traded Liverpool for Ibrox, Glasglow, but his heart is still in Great Britain, isn’t it? He’s still here. Waiting. Waiting for his once-and-future king.

[eselcolacao]

Gerlonso Fanfic Marathon

boy what a fucking b l i s s

[wrotefootballficiregretnothing]

u guys, the best reviewer in my writing group left me a note about my "use of bodies* and body language to create meaningful imagery. [...] visuals that are so genuine and universal that we can get an emotion without cliché." And I blurted out: years of reading and writing about dudes who want to bang each other but tragically CANNOT will do that to you. So I kind of want to die, but also I kind of want to keep digging that hole all the way like: "Bro, you should try my much more talented friends who made me a better writer. I mean you're going to cry blood at Rave's stuff, but IT'LL BE WORTH IT!"