four drabbles; team of choice: italy national team
Title: Sketches of Us
Author: labyrinthically
Team of Choice: Italy National Team
Prompt: Win
Pairing: Robert Acquafresca/Sebastian Giovinco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
"So, the Olympics."
Sebastian waits for him to continue, but hears nothing. He looks over, at Robert with his arms crossed under his head, staring at the ceiling. He raises his eyebrow, but Robert doesn't move.
"What, are you worried your groin won't be healed in time?"
"It wasn't..!" Robert starts, but instead of finishing he just grins and rolls over to pin Sebastian to the bed.
"Get off me, dick!" They laugh and scuffle, and Sebastian ends up with Robert still over him, but now lain closer against him, lips teasing at his and laughing into each other’s mouths.
Title: A Sun Covered In Mist
Author: labyrinthically
Team of Choice: Italy National Team
Prompt: Win
Pairing: Ibrahim Afellay/Ruud van Nistelrooy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
Ibrahim is trying to stop crying. He is, because he’s not a fucking kid. There will be other tournaments, and they played brilliantly. That only makes it worse, because they deserved to win, they should’ve, but they didn’t. A small, hiccoughing gasp escapes him, and his face goes red, because now Ruud is coming toward him. He closes his eyes to get away from that sadness, that disappointment. He feels one of those hands on his face, the other on his shoulder, drawing him into Ruud. He feels those lips on his wet cheek, on his mouth, and he shakes.
Title: The Old Forest
Author: labyrinthically
Team of Choice: Italy National Team
Prompt: Win
Characters: Xavi Hernandez, Iker Casillas
Rating: G
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
He remembers kicking a ball around in a field (but it was really a small piece of park). It was only a few years ago (it feels like a lifetime), but now they are different people. Xavi-then was all smiles and hands, teasing to make Iker roll his eyes and kick the ball harder while hiding his own grin. Xavi-now was more subdued (so was Iker), and sometimes Iker felt like his smile couldn’t reach his eyes anymore (it frightened him). Xavi-then leapt onto his back to dispossess him, crying victory to the sky as they fell to the ground.
Title: Nothing Here But Now
Author: labyrinthically
Team of Choice: Italy National Team
Prompt: Win
Pairings: Nuno Gomes/Cristiano Ronaldo, Nuno Gomes/Rui Costa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
He can’t get the image of his own fingers wrapping the armband around Cristiano’s bicep out of his mind. Even now, half-frantic hands struggling against his clothes, he can’t stop seeing it.
After, when Cristiano is still breathing into his ear with exhaustion and sorrow, he remembers when he wasn’t the one giving out armbands and strength, when he was the one taken back to the hotel room to be given comfort, hope, “Next time, we will have this,” until there is no next time (because someday there won’t be). Here, now, he misses Rui. The guilt is almost unbearable.
Author: labyrinthically
Team of Choice: Italy National Team
Prompt: Win
Pairing: Robert Acquafresca/Sebastian Giovinco
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
"So, the Olympics."
Sebastian waits for him to continue, but hears nothing. He looks over, at Robert with his arms crossed under his head, staring at the ceiling. He raises his eyebrow, but Robert doesn't move.
"What, are you worried your groin won't be healed in time?"
"It wasn't..!" Robert starts, but instead of finishing he just grins and rolls over to pin Sebastian to the bed.
"Get off me, dick!" They laugh and scuffle, and Sebastian ends up with Robert still over him, but now lain closer against him, lips teasing at his and laughing into each other’s mouths.
Title: A Sun Covered In Mist
Author: labyrinthically
Team of Choice: Italy National Team
Prompt: Win
Pairing: Ibrahim Afellay/Ruud van Nistelrooy
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
Ibrahim is trying to stop crying. He is, because he’s not a fucking kid. There will be other tournaments, and they played brilliantly. That only makes it worse, because they deserved to win, they should’ve, but they didn’t. A small, hiccoughing gasp escapes him, and his face goes red, because now Ruud is coming toward him. He closes his eyes to get away from that sadness, that disappointment. He feels one of those hands on his face, the other on his shoulder, drawing him into Ruud. He feels those lips on his wet cheek, on his mouth, and he shakes.
Title: The Old Forest
Author: labyrinthically
Team of Choice: Italy National Team
Prompt: Win
Characters: Xavi Hernandez, Iker Casillas
Rating: G
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
He remembers kicking a ball around in a field (but it was really a small piece of park). It was only a few years ago (it feels like a lifetime), but now they are different people. Xavi-then was all smiles and hands, teasing to make Iker roll his eyes and kick the ball harder while hiding his own grin. Xavi-now was more subdued (so was Iker), and sometimes Iker felt like his smile couldn’t reach his eyes anymore (it frightened him). Xavi-then leapt onto his back to dispossess him, crying victory to the sky as they fell to the ground.
Title: Nothing Here But Now
Author: labyrinthically
Team of Choice: Italy National Team
Prompt: Win
Pairings: Nuno Gomes/Cristiano Ronaldo, Nuno Gomes/Rui Costa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: lies/falsities
He can’t get the image of his own fingers wrapping the armband around Cristiano’s bicep out of his mind. Even now, half-frantic hands struggling against his clothes, he can’t stop seeing it.
After, when Cristiano is still breathing into his ear with exhaustion and sorrow, he remembers when he wasn’t the one giving out armbands and strength, when he was the one taken back to the hotel room to be given comfort, hope, “Next time, we will have this,” until there is no next time (because someday there won’t be). Here, now, he misses Rui. The guilt is almost unbearable.