footballverse fics
Written for footballverse season three Christmas exchange
title: forever
character: rafael marquez (rafa/pique if you squint)
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
for calypso_63
When he lands in Barcelona again, the first time since leaving for New York in August of that year, Rafael feels like he can breathe a little easier, like his diaphragm as expanded to new lengths it never has before. And when he takes his first steps inside Camp Nou again, his heart beats a little faster, like it did when he put on the blaugrana all those years ago. He feels at home and he misses it. Dearly.
El Clasico goes the way no one predicts - especially Rafa who has been a part of many. But it still feels so good, so sweet this victory is. Rafael makes his way down to the dressing room after the match and receives a warm welcome. Carles and Gerard get to him first, hurdling him into an awkward yet not hug. He of course notices how Gerard holds on a little tighter, a little longer than is necessary but Rafael gives his side a squeeze in good measure. He knows how to reassure the young defender the best.
He has always missed Barcelona: the city, the people, the team. But on that night, Rafa realizes just how much. New York is just to prove (to himself and others) he can still play the sport that ruins in his veins. It won’t be the highlight of his life - of his career - like Barcelona is. But being the locker room with many of his former teammates after the match, all of them shouting and talking excitedly reassures him that he’ll never be forgotten, that Barcelona still has him in his heart as he does them.
title: concentration
pairing: cristiano ronaldo/kaka
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
for bubblatte
Cristiano taps the end of his pencil against his desk to the sound of the music blaring in his headphones. Hardstyle. It’s the newest thing in music. The beat is intense, all consuming. It is so overpowering, overbearing that Cristiano no longer has any clue what he studying for the night. He is in the library with books laid open in front of him but all he can focus on is the racing beat. He closes his eyes and pictures himself being in a different room - in a club where the dance floor has cleared for him.
The beat takes over his body. His shoulders begin to roll gently at first before they pick up vigour and rhythm. Then his head follows, bouncing along. Streams of different colours of light filter behind his eyes, bright and inviting. When he bobs his head, the colours jump along with the beat. Cristiano is in a universe of his own.
That is until someone pulls one of the headphones out of ears, jerking him into consciousness and reality. Cristiano’s eyes snap open and he gets ready to snarl at whoever dares to disturb his moment of bliss.
However, a younger looking man with a surprised look in his innocent eyes stares back at him.
“I- I am sorry. I tried to get your attention but,” He shrugs as his cheeks tinge with crimson. “Sorry.”
Cristiano observes him carefully, noting the unfortunate haircut but the impeccable choice of designer frames that sit on the his slender face. Armani. He’s got taste... and money apparently.
“It’s okay. What can I do for you?”
The young man laughs a little embarrassedly. “Well, the entire library is full and you seemed... a little preoccupied with your music so I was wondering,” He pauses to lock eyes with Cristiano, “if we could share this table?”
Though he says yes automatically (he’s not stupid to let a good looking man slip away just like that) Cristiano tries to think if he has a class with the young man. He is pretty sure he doesn’t and when the other man pulls out business related textbooks he knows he doesn’t.
Cristiano goes back to his music though his eyes drift back and forth from his notebook to his companion. He doesn’t know why but the other man is just so intriguing and in the span of fifteen minutes Cristiano has come to love the way his forehead wrinkles up in concentration.
Earlier it had been music that was his distraction. Now it is this fine looking man who seems to be interested in nothing but his books.
title: descontrol
pairing: sergio kun aguero/diego forlan
rating: r
disclaimer: fiction
for zimena
He knows how to read him well. The slumped taut shoulders, the hung head, the muted tone of his voice does not mean ‘go away’/avoid/caution sign. Well not to Kun anyway. He knows Diego will never approach him when he is like and that is why he is the one that makes the move.
Kun likes to believe it’s more than just random room assignments that sees them sharing on the road. It makes it easier for him to carry out his plans and take care of Diego in every single way he wants.
It starts off with a massage, with a routine rub down of Diego’s back. He’s always so tense, too tense even when they have days off. Kun thinks that he over thinks constantly. Always trying to map out plays in his head or dissect what had gone wrong in their matches. All Kun wants is Diego to relax, just for a moment at least.
It’s when he is pliable from the massage does Diego hand over full control. On most days when he reaches this stage, he allows Kun to tie him up and on most days it’s nothing more that with ties or scarves or even belts. Diego has only ever let Kun restrain him with ropes and to this day he swears he can feel the rough material itch against the skin of his wrists and ankles.
It must be freeing, Kun thinks, to have someone take full control of your body, to decide when you come - all reactions of your body. However what is liberating for the Kun is the knowledge that he is the only one Diego allows to do this to him. It brings in light the question of control but Kun knows he really doesn’t have any and he is okay with that. With Diego.
title: a lesson learned
pairing: raul/guti
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
for pretty_panther
Tough love. He knows he deserves it but that doesn’t mean he likes it. Because he doesn’t, not one single bit. It is bad enough that he far away from home, from his children but the worst part is that Jose Maria knows Raul won’t call him as often because at the age of thirty-four he still acts like an adolescent himself.
He spent the first two months in Turkey bitching and complaining about everything to Raul over the phone. Raul however is a patient man, has learned to be with a family of five children. He had let his long time friend pour out his soul to him, let him speak until the early hours of the morning. However, it was late September Raul couldn’t handle it anymore. Every part of him wanted to scream at Jose Maria to stop being so fucking dramatic about it, that they left Madrid and had to carry on with their careers or just retire. So when he could get an edgewise in, Raul did. It was his turn to bitch and complain and banned Jose Maria from calling him until Raul himself decided it was okay for him to do so.
Needless to say he doesn’t like it, not when he’s watching match highlights late at night and he sees Raul on the screen, kissing his ring and pointing to the sky after he scores another beautiful goal. But he knows Raul for a long time now - for the better half of his life. Jose Maria knows Raul never does anything without a purpose even if it does mean communication between them comes to a standstill. Raul has always been the smarter one of the two of them after all.
Title: Competition
Players: Sergio Aguero & Gerard Pique
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Fiction
Written for footballverse season 4. Prompt: lettered prompts
To say they are friends is a stretch; their connection is Lionel and even then they don’t see each other often. To call themselves acquaintances too is an untruth. Sergio is friendly with anyone he meets, however as is Gerard. When it is off the pitch, they greet each other with a handshake, maybe a hug, all under Lionel’s careful but warm gaze. He, after all, just wants his two friends from club and country alike to be at least somewhat civil with one another.
However, Sergio cannot - cannot - stand the larger man when he tries to share his humour with the room. It’s over the top and simply annoying. Most of all however, every time Gerard laughs, the Argentine just wants to claw at his ears. The sound is at first a low boom that turns into a sharp high pitched squeal of sorts. It’s utterly horrendous.
It is a two-way street though. Sergio does this thing where is he constantly touching his face and the back of his hair, like he forgot where he put it or something. During a conversation or even when just silently paying attention, he will tug at the back of his hair and Gerard isn’t too sure why but it irks him. It makes him grit his teeth from yelling at the Argentine man to stop.
Luckily, all lines of friendship fall away when it comes to the beautiful sport of football. Every push and shove and hard tackle is justified. Sergio gets into Gerard’s face every match they face each other whether it be for club or country and Gerard never backs down. They’re not friends, no but they are faithful lovers of stiff competition.
title: forever
character: rafael marquez (rafa/pique if you squint)
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
for calypso_63
When he lands in Barcelona again, the first time since leaving for New York in August of that year, Rafael feels like he can breathe a little easier, like his diaphragm as expanded to new lengths it never has before. And when he takes his first steps inside Camp Nou again, his heart beats a little faster, like it did when he put on the blaugrana all those years ago. He feels at home and he misses it. Dearly.
El Clasico goes the way no one predicts - especially Rafa who has been a part of many. But it still feels so good, so sweet this victory is. Rafael makes his way down to the dressing room after the match and receives a warm welcome. Carles and Gerard get to him first, hurdling him into an awkward yet not hug. He of course notices how Gerard holds on a little tighter, a little longer than is necessary but Rafael gives his side a squeeze in good measure. He knows how to reassure the young defender the best.
He has always missed Barcelona: the city, the people, the team. But on that night, Rafa realizes just how much. New York is just to prove (to himself and others) he can still play the sport that ruins in his veins. It won’t be the highlight of his life - of his career - like Barcelona is. But being the locker room with many of his former teammates after the match, all of them shouting and talking excitedly reassures him that he’ll never be forgotten, that Barcelona still has him in his heart as he does them.
title: concentration
pairing: cristiano ronaldo/kaka
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
for bubblatte
Cristiano taps the end of his pencil against his desk to the sound of the music blaring in his headphones. Hardstyle. It’s the newest thing in music. The beat is intense, all consuming. It is so overpowering, overbearing that Cristiano no longer has any clue what he studying for the night. He is in the library with books laid open in front of him but all he can focus on is the racing beat. He closes his eyes and pictures himself being in a different room - in a club where the dance floor has cleared for him.
The beat takes over his body. His shoulders begin to roll gently at first before they pick up vigour and rhythm. Then his head follows, bouncing along. Streams of different colours of light filter behind his eyes, bright and inviting. When he bobs his head, the colours jump along with the beat. Cristiano is in a universe of his own.
That is until someone pulls one of the headphones out of ears, jerking him into consciousness and reality. Cristiano’s eyes snap open and he gets ready to snarl at whoever dares to disturb his moment of bliss.
However, a younger looking man with a surprised look in his innocent eyes stares back at him.
“I- I am sorry. I tried to get your attention but,” He shrugs as his cheeks tinge with crimson. “Sorry.”
Cristiano observes him carefully, noting the unfortunate haircut but the impeccable choice of designer frames that sit on the his slender face. Armani. He’s got taste... and money apparently.
“It’s okay. What can I do for you?”
The young man laughs a little embarrassedly. “Well, the entire library is full and you seemed... a little preoccupied with your music so I was wondering,” He pauses to lock eyes with Cristiano, “if we could share this table?”
Though he says yes automatically (he’s not stupid to let a good looking man slip away just like that) Cristiano tries to think if he has a class with the young man. He is pretty sure he doesn’t and when the other man pulls out business related textbooks he knows he doesn’t.
Cristiano goes back to his music though his eyes drift back and forth from his notebook to his companion. He doesn’t know why but the other man is just so intriguing and in the span of fifteen minutes Cristiano has come to love the way his forehead wrinkles up in concentration.
Earlier it had been music that was his distraction. Now it is this fine looking man who seems to be interested in nothing but his books.
title: descontrol
pairing: sergio kun aguero/diego forlan
rating: r
disclaimer: fiction
for zimena
He knows how to read him well. The slumped taut shoulders, the hung head, the muted tone of his voice does not mean ‘go away’/avoid/caution sign. Well not to Kun anyway. He knows Diego will never approach him when he is like and that is why he is the one that makes the move.
Kun likes to believe it’s more than just random room assignments that sees them sharing on the road. It makes it easier for him to carry out his plans and take care of Diego in every single way he wants.
It starts off with a massage, with a routine rub down of Diego’s back. He’s always so tense, too tense even when they have days off. Kun thinks that he over thinks constantly. Always trying to map out plays in his head or dissect what had gone wrong in their matches. All Kun wants is Diego to relax, just for a moment at least.
It’s when he is pliable from the massage does Diego hand over full control. On most days when he reaches this stage, he allows Kun to tie him up and on most days it’s nothing more that with ties or scarves or even belts. Diego has only ever let Kun restrain him with ropes and to this day he swears he can feel the rough material itch against the skin of his wrists and ankles.
It must be freeing, Kun thinks, to have someone take full control of your body, to decide when you come - all reactions of your body. However what is liberating for the Kun is the knowledge that he is the only one Diego allows to do this to him. It brings in light the question of control but Kun knows he really doesn’t have any and he is okay with that. With Diego.
title: a lesson learned
pairing: raul/guti
rating: pg
disclaimer: fiction
for pretty_panther
Tough love. He knows he deserves it but that doesn’t mean he likes it. Because he doesn’t, not one single bit. It is bad enough that he far away from home, from his children but the worst part is that Jose Maria knows Raul won’t call him as often because at the age of thirty-four he still acts like an adolescent himself.
He spent the first two months in Turkey bitching and complaining about everything to Raul over the phone. Raul however is a patient man, has learned to be with a family of five children. He had let his long time friend pour out his soul to him, let him speak until the early hours of the morning. However, it was late September Raul couldn’t handle it anymore. Every part of him wanted to scream at Jose Maria to stop being so fucking dramatic about it, that they left Madrid and had to carry on with their careers or just retire. So when he could get an edgewise in, Raul did. It was his turn to bitch and complain and banned Jose Maria from calling him until Raul himself decided it was okay for him to do so.
Needless to say he doesn’t like it, not when he’s watching match highlights late at night and he sees Raul on the screen, kissing his ring and pointing to the sky after he scores another beautiful goal. But he knows Raul for a long time now - for the better half of his life. Jose Maria knows Raul never does anything without a purpose even if it does mean communication between them comes to a standstill. Raul has always been the smarter one of the two of them after all.
Title: Competition
Players: Sergio Aguero & Gerard Pique
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Fiction
Written for footballverse season 4. Prompt: lettered prompts
To say they are friends is a stretch; their connection is Lionel and even then they don’t see each other often. To call themselves acquaintances too is an untruth. Sergio is friendly with anyone he meets, however as is Gerard. When it is off the pitch, they greet each other with a handshake, maybe a hug, all under Lionel’s careful but warm gaze. He, after all, just wants his two friends from club and country alike to be at least somewhat civil with one another.
However, Sergio cannot - cannot - stand the larger man when he tries to share his humour with the room. It’s over the top and simply annoying. Most of all however, every time Gerard laughs, the Argentine just wants to claw at his ears. The sound is at first a low boom that turns into a sharp high pitched squeal of sorts. It’s utterly horrendous.
It is a two-way street though. Sergio does this thing where is he constantly touching his face and the back of his hair, like he forgot where he put it or something. During a conversation or even when just silently paying attention, he will tug at the back of his hair and Gerard isn’t too sure why but it irks him. It makes him grit his teeth from yelling at the Argentine man to stop.
Luckily, all lines of friendship fall away when it comes to the beautiful sport of football. Every push and shove and hard tackle is justified. Sergio gets into Gerard’s face every match they face each other whether it be for club or country and Gerard never backs down. They’re not friends, no but they are faithful lovers of stiff competition.