four drabbles; team of choice: fc barcelona
Title: Definitions
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: FC Barcelona
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Sébastien Frey/Matteo Sereni
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
Notes: all of these written for the lovely bustedflush who I still owe a million drabbles, give or take.
Whenever Sébastien tried to figure out what it was they had, what it was that made him come back (he had realised he always would), there was one word that never changed - this was demanding; Matteo was. It didn't mean they weren't equals, no, but it somehow was always the older man who decided just who would yield. Sébastien did not mind (not any longer), for as much as he loved these select few times where he was in complete control, nothing compared to the sensation of Matteo's growled commands, of his rough hands telling him what to do.
Title: Certainties
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: FC Barcelona
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Sébastien Frey/Alessandro Gamberini
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
Notes: set after the second leg of the UEFA Cup quarterfinal between Fiorentina and Everton that went to penalties (and cost a lot of nerves). The incident referred to happens here at 0:06. Fiorentina eventually won 2-4.
'Well, shit, this wasn't supposed to happen,' Sébastien almost laughs as the thought shoots through his mind - just that he knows he won't feel like laughing shouldn't this end in their favour.
He catches Alessandro's eyes and instinctively moves closer, sighing a little into the other's neck as arms wrap around him, as hands caress his face without regard to where they are, who might see.
"You'll make it, just trust yourself; we do."
Sébastien lets the other man feel his small, grateful smile before pulling away. "Yes, we will do this. It's not over 'til it's over, right?"
Title: Lyon
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: FC Barcelona
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Hugo Lloris/Ederson
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
Notes: Both transferred from Nice to Lyon this summer, but Ederson already signed his contract back in January whereas Hugo's decision wasn't made until a few weeks ago.
It had seemed normal back in Nice to return to his apartment where Hugo's smell still lingered in his sheets, his clothes, in every single room. Hugo had added a sort of familiarity to everything, and that had allowed Eder to settle down here in France. Moving to Lyon he had thought even the things he never wanted to change would have to, eventually. But now… now it was as if nothing had changed at all. When he opened the door, it was the same smell that greeted him, the same warmth. Eder always considered himself blessed in these moments.
Title: Reminiscence
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: FC Barcelona
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Hugo Lloris/Ederson
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
"Hugo? Are you at home? Have you --" Eder just blinked at the sight that greeted him. Hugo was standing there in his old kit from Nice, grinning, his hands behind his back.
"Should I even ask?" The Brazilian tried, unable to stop his curiosity from showing.
"I think you have a fairly good idea," the other man tossed Eder's old jersey at him. "Change for me. For old times' sake. You know I'll make it worth your while." With that he bent down to pull up his socks, eyes still on Eder who was hurriedly shrugging off his jacket.
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: FC Barcelona
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Sébastien Frey/Matteo Sereni
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
Notes: all of these written for the lovely bustedflush who I still owe a million drabbles, give or take.
Whenever Sébastien tried to figure out what it was they had, what it was that made him come back (he had realised he always would), there was one word that never changed - this was demanding; Matteo was. It didn't mean they weren't equals, no, but it somehow was always the older man who decided just who would yield. Sébastien did not mind (not any longer), for as much as he loved these select few times where he was in complete control, nothing compared to the sensation of Matteo's growled commands, of his rough hands telling him what to do.
Title: Certainties
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: FC Barcelona
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Sébastien Frey/Alessandro Gamberini
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
Notes: set after the second leg of the UEFA Cup quarterfinal between Fiorentina and Everton that went to penalties (and cost a lot of nerves). The incident referred to happens here at 0:06. Fiorentina eventually won 2-4.
'Well, shit, this wasn't supposed to happen,' Sébastien almost laughs as the thought shoots through his mind - just that he knows he won't feel like laughing shouldn't this end in their favour.
He catches Alessandro's eyes and instinctively moves closer, sighing a little into the other's neck as arms wrap around him, as hands caress his face without regard to where they are, who might see.
"You'll make it, just trust yourself; we do."
Sébastien lets the other man feel his small, grateful smile before pulling away. "Yes, we will do this. It's not over 'til it's over, right?"
Title: Lyon
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: FC Barcelona
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Hugo Lloris/Ederson
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
Notes: Both transferred from Nice to Lyon this summer, but Ederson already signed his contract back in January whereas Hugo's decision wasn't made until a few weeks ago.
It had seemed normal back in Nice to return to his apartment where Hugo's smell still lingered in his sheets, his clothes, in every single room. Hugo had added a sort of familiarity to everything, and that had allowed Eder to settle down here in France. Moving to Lyon he had thought even the things he never wanted to change would have to, eventually. But now… now it was as if nothing had changed at all. When he opened the door, it was the same smell that greeted him, the same warmth. Eder always considered himself blessed in these moments.
Title: Reminiscence
Author: caydelaura
Team of choice: FC Barcelona
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Hugo Lloris/Ederson
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not true
"Hugo? Are you at home? Have you --" Eder just blinked at the sight that greeted him. Hugo was standing there in his old kit from Nice, grinning, his hands behind his back.
"Should I even ask?" The Brazilian tried, unable to stop his curiosity from showing.
"I think you have a fairly good idea," the other man tossed Eder's old jersey at him. "Change for me. For old times' sake. You know I'll make it worth your while." With that he bent down to pull up his socks, eyes still on Eder who was hurriedly shrugging off his jacket.