three drabbles; team: Real Madrid
Title: Prodigies
Author: nyseides
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Prompt: Spent
Characters: undefined; talks about teenage 'wonderkids' in football
Rating: G
They are teenage prodigies. (Miracles. Wonders. Saviours.)
They are record signings with price tags always trailing behind them. They are fifteen million euros and ten million pounds their clubs have spent on them, making them instant stars, immediate heroes.
And yet they are just boys; boys who want to be remembered by their names, not their prices. Boys who are haunted by the price tags, by fifteen million euros and ten million pounds they are expected to make up for. Boys who, above all, simply love football.
They are teenage prodigies. (Miracles. Wonders. Saviours.) But they are still just teenagers.
Title: Not Tonight
Author: nyseides
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Prompt: Spent
Pairing: Fernando Gago/Gonzalo Higuaín
Rating: PG
A/N: Set after an imaginary match which Real lost, Gonzalo played and missed lots of opportunities and Fer didn't play. Let's hope that never happens *crosses fingers*.
When Fernando enters the room, Gonzalo is already half asleep, the match having taken its toll on him.
And not just physically, Fernando thinks as he watches the rhythmical movements of Gonzalo’s back. He knows that Pipita is beating himself over every lost ball, every missed opportunity.
Easing himself on the bed, Pintita kisses the back of Gonzalo’s neck, continues a trail down his spine, slips a hand around his hips. Gonzalo turns around, eyes barely open.
Says, “Not tonight, Fernando,” (please hanging in the air).
And Fernando, for perhaps the first time since they’ve started this crazy thing, obeys.
Title: Seven Seconds Away
Author: nyseides
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Prompt: Spent
Characters: Fabio Cannavaro, Christoph Metzelder; implied Christoph Metzelder/Sebastian Kehl
Rating: G
A/N: Much thanks to flexi_straw for the roommates list and lhuneldaiel for informing me about it =). And I have no idea what's up with the title. It seemed nice.
Christoph is still on the phone as Fabio emerges from the bathroom. He can hear the last soft words in German (and he might be imagining it but he’s almost sure he heard ich liebe dich too) before Metze finally hangs up, staring into the wall in front of him with an indefinable expression.
“You’re worse than a teenage girl, Metze, spending all your free time on the phone,” Fabio shakes his head with a grin. “Just who are you calling?”
There’s something in Christoph’s eyes as he looks up, and the way he says “Kehli” - and suddenly, Fabio understands.
Author: nyseides
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Prompt: Spent
Characters: undefined; talks about teenage 'wonderkids' in football
Rating: G
They are teenage prodigies. (Miracles. Wonders. Saviours.)
They are record signings with price tags always trailing behind them. They are fifteen million euros and ten million pounds their clubs have spent on them, making them instant stars, immediate heroes.
And yet they are just boys; boys who want to be remembered by their names, not their prices. Boys who are haunted by the price tags, by fifteen million euros and ten million pounds they are expected to make up for. Boys who, above all, simply love football.
They are teenage prodigies. (Miracles. Wonders. Saviours.) But they are still just teenagers.
Title: Not Tonight
Author: nyseides
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Prompt: Spent
Pairing: Fernando Gago/Gonzalo Higuaín
Rating: PG
A/N: Set after an imaginary match which Real lost, Gonzalo played and missed lots of opportunities and Fer didn't play. Let's hope that never happens *crosses fingers*.
When Fernando enters the room, Gonzalo is already half asleep, the match having taken its toll on him.
And not just physically, Fernando thinks as he watches the rhythmical movements of Gonzalo’s back. He knows that Pipita is beating himself over every lost ball, every missed opportunity.
Easing himself on the bed, Pintita kisses the back of Gonzalo’s neck, continues a trail down his spine, slips a hand around his hips. Gonzalo turns around, eyes barely open.
Says, “Not tonight, Fernando,” (please hanging in the air).
And Fernando, for perhaps the first time since they’ve started this crazy thing, obeys.
Title: Seven Seconds Away
Author: nyseides
Team of Choice: Real Madrid
Prompt: Spent
Characters: Fabio Cannavaro, Christoph Metzelder; implied Christoph Metzelder/Sebastian Kehl
Rating: G
A/N: Much thanks to flexi_straw for the roommates list and lhuneldaiel for informing me about it =). And I have no idea what's up with the title. It seemed nice.
Christoph is still on the phone as Fabio emerges from the bathroom. He can hear the last soft words in German (and he might be imagining it but he’s almost sure he heard ich liebe dich too) before Metze finally hangs up, staring into the wall in front of him with an indefinable expression.
“You’re worse than a teenage girl, Metze, spending all your free time on the phone,” Fabio shakes his head with a grin. “Just who are you calling?”
There’s something in Christoph’s eyes as he looks up, and the way he says “Kehli” - and suddenly, Fabio understands.