Prompts 3 and 38 for the fanfic100 challenge
Title: Ends 
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters: Luis García
Prompt: 003 - Ends
Word Count: 575
Rating: PG
Summary: Luis visits his family in Spain, hoping to forget about some problems he has.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd and second part of the fanfic100 challenge, written some time ago and posted only now. Feel free to point out any mistakes.
Luis smiles as he approaches the house that has been home for so many years. The house on Spanish soil, painted in the most beautiful shadows by the fading sunlight of this Spanish afternoon.
He loves coming home, even if it’s only another one of those short trips. Weekend trips with Easyjet, leaving English rain behind and exchanging it for Spanish sun. It’s not only the weather and the occasion to see some of the people he loves most, but maybe also the welcomed chance to leave everything else behind, even if it’s only for a few days. All the trouble and problems in England, swapping for some inner calm and a rest, here at this place that still, after all those years feels more like home than everything else possibly ever could.
Once he enters he is greeted by them all. The whole family is there and they have a late dinner full of Spanish food and wine and laughter. There is nothing missing and for a short time, Luis can forget about everything.
But then, when Luis helps his mother in the kitchen, helps wash the dishes because he does not feel like a guest, but still like a child in this house, it’s all back, reality catching him, even though he had wished to leave it in England and not think about it for some days. It’s exactly in the moment when she asks him what was wrong with him and that he dare not lie to her, because she noticed already a few weeks ago but had not said anything until now. She says that this is not the happy, cheery Luis she knows and that it’s a rather upset Luis she does not know.
All Luis says is that he is having some trouble in England and that he prefers not to talk about it yet. He offers a warm hug and apologises in case he ruined anything now.
If you knew his mother you’d be able to picture her standing in the kitchen and nodding before taking her son into her arms again and kissing his forehead gently. She tells him that it’s ok and if he needs to talk, she’ll be always there for him.
Luis would love to tell her, tell her about his own family problems he has to face, back in England and that he feels helpless because he cannot decide. The fact that he is torn between two persons, the woman he pledged to be faithful until the end of their lives and the man that he just fell for recently and all those new situations that arise from this young relationship. The excitement and the guilt.
His mother watches Luis for a few moments, as he stands there, lost in deep thoughts, fighting with himself and the decision whether or whether not he should tell her. Eventually, she says something, giving him the much needed advice.
“Whatever it is, Luis, that upsets you so much. End it. End it, Luis. For your own sanity.”
Luis nods, trying to signalise that he will think about her words, but as soon as she leaves the kitchen to go out again to the rest of the family, he knows that it’s not that easily done. End it.
Ending it means choosing one over the other. And that, he concludes is a decision not quite easy to make.
End it. If only it were that easy.
Title: Touch
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters: Luis García
Prompt: 038 - Touch
Word Count: 416
Rating: PG
Summary: Luis is watching TV with his lover, though he doesn't really care about the movie.
Author's Notes: See above. ^_^
You love it when he does that, absent-mindedly, totally forgetting what his hands are doing, when his eyes and all of his attention are occupied by the TV. You love it when he doesn’t realise how his fingers are running through your hair, how they play with the short strands, twisting and twirling, tugging and untugging them behind your ear, as you rest your head on his lap, lying on the sofa to watch a movie.
You can’t be bothered to concentrate on what the people are saying, though you continue looking at the screen, but really, all you want to is concentrate on him touching you gently anyway.
It’s a movie that he selected at the video store because, apparently, he had wanted to see it for ages, wanted to watch it real bad - in fact so bad - that he now doesn’t pay any attention to you at all.
That’s why he doesn’t perceive how you writhe a little, how you almost start purring because of his tender strokes. He certainly doesn’t get what those light caresses provoke within you, how they make you feel warm.
He does it quite frequently - run his fingers through your dark, soft hair, play with the strands, just the way he is doing so now - does it in those very special moments. Exactly, in the moment after you both came, in the moment when you lie in each other’s arms, smiling at the other with big, loving eyes, in the moment that feels purer and better than everything else ever could. In the moment when you feel loved and wanted, satisfied and needed most. That’s when he usually touches you like that.
Isn’t it understandable that you’re enjoying it so much now?
You bite your lip as you close your eyes for a few moments, trying to soak up the wonderful sensation as much as possible. Your mind takes you elsewhere, to a place where it’s only you and him in a vast bed -without the slightly annoying background music of the movie - stroking and just holding each other.
That’s nice.
It even arouses you a little. Funny, that a soft and seemingly unimportant gesture like caressing your lover’s hair could provoke such feelings within someone. You secretly hope for the movie to finish soon, longing for the credits.
You have a few plans…
And as he asks - once the movie is finally over - whether you are tired and want to go to bed, the answer is already clear.
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters: Luis García
Prompt: 003 - Ends
Word Count: 575
Rating: PG
Summary: Luis visits his family in Spain, hoping to forget about some problems he has.
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd and second part of the fanfic100 challenge, written some time ago and posted only now. Feel free to point out any mistakes.
Luis smiles as he approaches the house that has been home for so many years. The house on Spanish soil, painted in the most beautiful shadows by the fading sunlight of this Spanish afternoon.
He loves coming home, even if it’s only another one of those short trips. Weekend trips with Easyjet, leaving English rain behind and exchanging it for Spanish sun. It’s not only the weather and the occasion to see some of the people he loves most, but maybe also the welcomed chance to leave everything else behind, even if it’s only for a few days. All the trouble and problems in England, swapping for some inner calm and a rest, here at this place that still, after all those years feels more like home than everything else possibly ever could.
Once he enters he is greeted by them all. The whole family is there and they have a late dinner full of Spanish food and wine and laughter. There is nothing missing and for a short time, Luis can forget about everything.
But then, when Luis helps his mother in the kitchen, helps wash the dishes because he does not feel like a guest, but still like a child in this house, it’s all back, reality catching him, even though he had wished to leave it in England and not think about it for some days. It’s exactly in the moment when she asks him what was wrong with him and that he dare not lie to her, because she noticed already a few weeks ago but had not said anything until now. She says that this is not the happy, cheery Luis she knows and that it’s a rather upset Luis she does not know.
All Luis says is that he is having some trouble in England and that he prefers not to talk about it yet. He offers a warm hug and apologises in case he ruined anything now.
If you knew his mother you’d be able to picture her standing in the kitchen and nodding before taking her son into her arms again and kissing his forehead gently. She tells him that it’s ok and if he needs to talk, she’ll be always there for him.
Luis would love to tell her, tell her about his own family problems he has to face, back in England and that he feels helpless because he cannot decide. The fact that he is torn between two persons, the woman he pledged to be faithful until the end of their lives and the man that he just fell for recently and all those new situations that arise from this young relationship. The excitement and the guilt.
His mother watches Luis for a few moments, as he stands there, lost in deep thoughts, fighting with himself and the decision whether or whether not he should tell her. Eventually, she says something, giving him the much needed advice.
“Whatever it is, Luis, that upsets you so much. End it. End it, Luis. For your own sanity.”
Luis nods, trying to signalise that he will think about her words, but as soon as she leaves the kitchen to go out again to the rest of the family, he knows that it’s not that easily done. End it.
Ending it means choosing one over the other. And that, he concludes is a decision not quite easy to make.
End it. If only it were that easy.
Title: Touch
Fandom: Football RPS
Characters: Luis García
Prompt: 038 - Touch
Word Count: 416
Rating: PG
Summary: Luis is watching TV with his lover, though he doesn't really care about the movie.
Author's Notes: See above. ^_^
You love it when he does that, absent-mindedly, totally forgetting what his hands are doing, when his eyes and all of his attention are occupied by the TV. You love it when he doesn’t realise how his fingers are running through your hair, how they play with the short strands, twisting and twirling, tugging and untugging them behind your ear, as you rest your head on his lap, lying on the sofa to watch a movie.
You can’t be bothered to concentrate on what the people are saying, though you continue looking at the screen, but really, all you want to is concentrate on him touching you gently anyway.
It’s a movie that he selected at the video store because, apparently, he had wanted to see it for ages, wanted to watch it real bad - in fact so bad - that he now doesn’t pay any attention to you at all.
That’s why he doesn’t perceive how you writhe a little, how you almost start purring because of his tender strokes. He certainly doesn’t get what those light caresses provoke within you, how they make you feel warm.
He does it quite frequently - run his fingers through your dark, soft hair, play with the strands, just the way he is doing so now - does it in those very special moments. Exactly, in the moment after you both came, in the moment when you lie in each other’s arms, smiling at the other with big, loving eyes, in the moment that feels purer and better than everything else ever could. In the moment when you feel loved and wanted, satisfied and needed most. That’s when he usually touches you like that.
Isn’t it understandable that you’re enjoying it so much now?
You bite your lip as you close your eyes for a few moments, trying to soak up the wonderful sensation as much as possible. Your mind takes you elsewhere, to a place where it’s only you and him in a vast bed -without the slightly annoying background music of the movie - stroking and just holding each other.
That’s nice.
It even arouses you a little. Funny, that a soft and seemingly unimportant gesture like caressing your lover’s hair could provoke such feelings within someone. You secretly hope for the movie to finish soon, longing for the credits.
You have a few plans…
And as he asks - once the movie is finally over - whether you are tired and want to go to bed, the answer is already clear.