3 Works in Zlatan Ibrahimović/Helena Seger
"How much more of this, Helena?" Zlatan asks as they get out of the car, walking up to another prospective house. They've seen about twenty, and Zlatan's pretty much ready to live in a cave by the sea now.
Or, Helena and Zlatan move to Paris.
Una telefonata nel cuore della notte, una vita che cambia per sempre. O forse più di una sola, forse la sua e tutte quelle ad essa connesse, perché ad ogni azione corrisponde una reazione, anche se l'azione non era nemmeno voluta. E questo José lo sa bene.
“Come on,” Helena says. Zlatan turns his head just far enough to see that she’s dressed and all made up, just putting in her earrings; she looks sexy as fuck but he buries his face back into the pillow anyways. “Get up. I have to get to work and someone needs to take the boys to school.” Post-retirement Zlatan fic.