Fic: Ghost in the Machine (Fußball, Loew/everyone)

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Title: Ghost in the Machine
Fandom: Fußball
Pairing: Schweinsteiger/Podolski, Klose/Oezil, Lahm/Boateng, Loew/everyone, everyone/everyone 
Rating: R
Word count: ~2200
Summary: Germany are playing like a well-oiled machine. There's a very good reason why. (Gleeful post-match total crack.)
Disclaimer: Not mine. All lies.

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And if they played a little tighter, a little brighter after that, shunting the ball back and forth between them with the largesse of lovers

I LOVE THIS SENTENCE.

"Ah, I see," Philipp nods when he's digested the news."Like the Spartans."

SO BLASE, PHILIPP. <3333

"Aesthetically," Loew says quellingly. "Just do it."

This. Is. So. Amazing.

Instead of the pacing and praying and muttering his boys are laughing and energised, and Luka and Schweini are necking in the corner like a pair of Greek statues come to life.

Best mental image of my WHOLE LIFE. *____*

It's not magic, but a simple question of mechanical engineering: if you want a machine to run smoothly, the first thing you need is the lube.

AND WITH THAT I AM SLAIN. OH MY GODDDD.

This is - this is PHENOMENAL. I can tell that you are quite the practiced writer - you have an amazing way with words, and make a ludicrous premise into a completely delightful romp! This is salacious without being dirty, and I love it so much. I don't think I'll be able to watch the beginning of a match without giggling from now on. :DDDD

YAY JOGI! YAY MANNSCHAFT! YAY YOU! :D

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What a wonderful compliment, thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked both the silly moments and the slightly sweeter ones, as I wasn't sure they would fit.

And YAY MANNSCHAFT indeed! And may there be many more delicious 4-0 matches. :D

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You're very welcome! Thank YOU for my very first foray into German footballer fic. ;) I loved how you scattered through a sense of real camaraderie and love - it helped to ground the whole thing and keep it from sounding like a caricature. Really, incredibly deft, and I would not object if you were to, say, write a continuation of this theme. ;) (If Arne were to join the fun, I would ALSO NOT OBJECT - I'm just sayin'.)

Can you believe we've scored FOUR TIMES EACH in THREE GAMES? Two of which were against international powerhouses? I'm still reeling, and there's STILL TWO GAMES TO GO! \o/