writing soothes the soul
Title: Liverpool
Pairing: Stevie x Fernando
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Fictional!
Summary: Before the Portsmouth match
Liverpool
The sun was getting lower in the sky, falling behind clouds as evening made its presence known. The air was cool but pleasant and Stevie sat in the backyard simply watching the trees dance in the wind. The days were starting to get warmer, spring just around the corner ready to come out and blossom. He was so content in the peace of the evening he didn’t hear his lover approach. Warm hands slipped over his shoulders and down on to his chest, fingers thrumming gently with his typical pre-game energy.
“Relax niño, it’ll be kick off-soon enough.”
Stevie found himself saying even as he knew it was pointless. Fernando would always be jittery with pre-match energy bottled up ready to explode. It was just how the Spaniard was, he wouldn’t calm till they hit the tunnels, at that point focus would be primary and the younger man would often be deathly still till that first whistle sounded.
“I can’t. We need to win Stevie. The last games were unacceptable, I was unacceptable.” Fernando insisted, self-degradation creeping in.
Stevie knew Fernando was right. They had all been sub-par and it was a disgrace, a disgrace to themselves, to the fans and the club. Yet as captain he knew he had to get past that, urge his team on to do better. He reached up and grabbed Fernando’s hand pulling him around and coaxing him into his lap. The Spaniard sat easily enough, eyes tumultuous with emotions and unable to meet Stevie’s.
“Look at me Nando.” He lifted the freckled chin with his thumb and index finger until chocolate and cinnamon eyes were looking at him. “We will win. You know why? Because we are Liverpool. We are Liverpool and Liverpool is a winning side. We may have forgotten who we were and the others might have as well but tonight Portsmouth is going to remember. We are going to show them just what Liverpool means.”
As he said the words Stevie could feel them, felt their truth running through his veins and pounding in his heart. That night when they pulled the red jersey over their heads and that crest rested over their hearts they remembered. As they walked out on to the pitch, the fans’ chants ringing in their ears they were Liverpool once again.
Title: First
Pairing: Sergio x Fernando
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Fictional!
Summary: Sergio calls to wish Fernando a happy birthday (which is this saturday!!)
First
The soft dulcets of his ringtone pierced through Fernando’s subconscious and he moved to answer it before it woke either Olalla or Nora. Slipping out of the bed he grabbed a blanket and threw it around himself and he quietly left the room. A quick glance at the clock told him it was 12:01, too late for callers.
“Hello?” he answered softly.
“Feliz Cumpleaños.”
The voice was deep and thick with sleep but he would recognize it anywhere, be able to pick it out amongst any all the time. It was a voice that was more familiar than his own, the voice that could ignite an entire spectrum of emotions in him.
“Sese...” Fernando breathed, not quite awake enough to understand why he was calling. “It’s the middle of the night, you have a match tomorrow you need your sleep.”
Sergio chuckled, the sound sending chills down his spine and a dull, familiar ache of longing in his chest.
“Today actually. It’s Saturday now, it’s your birthday. I wanted to be the first one to say it to you, like when you’d wake up in my arms.”
Fernando murmured his thanks, his mind drifting to those days remembering the warmth of Sergio’s embrace, the headiness of his scent surrounding him keeping him safe. The silence was thick on the line and he could tell Sergio was remembering as well.
“I miss you Nando, every single day.”
“I miss you too. I wish I could come back, or that I could have stayed. I do I just...”
“Shh... it’s ok amor. I know, I know. Go back to sleep, I’ll talk to you later.”
Fernando nodded even though Sergio couldn’t see him because somehow he felt as if he could. As if the other could always see him, was always looking over him even from 1,448 km away.
“Thanks for calling Sese. Have a good match later.”
“Sweet dreams Fernando.”
Pairing: Stevie x Fernando
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Fictional!
Summary: Before the Portsmouth match
Liverpool
The sun was getting lower in the sky, falling behind clouds as evening made its presence known. The air was cool but pleasant and Stevie sat in the backyard simply watching the trees dance in the wind. The days were starting to get warmer, spring just around the corner ready to come out and blossom. He was so content in the peace of the evening he didn’t hear his lover approach. Warm hands slipped over his shoulders and down on to his chest, fingers thrumming gently with his typical pre-game energy.
“Relax niño, it’ll be kick off-soon enough.”
Stevie found himself saying even as he knew it was pointless. Fernando would always be jittery with pre-match energy bottled up ready to explode. It was just how the Spaniard was, he wouldn’t calm till they hit the tunnels, at that point focus would be primary and the younger man would often be deathly still till that first whistle sounded.
“I can’t. We need to win Stevie. The last games were unacceptable, I was unacceptable.” Fernando insisted, self-degradation creeping in.
Stevie knew Fernando was right. They had all been sub-par and it was a disgrace, a disgrace to themselves, to the fans and the club. Yet as captain he knew he had to get past that, urge his team on to do better. He reached up and grabbed Fernando’s hand pulling him around and coaxing him into his lap. The Spaniard sat easily enough, eyes tumultuous with emotions and unable to meet Stevie’s.
“Look at me Nando.” He lifted the freckled chin with his thumb and index finger until chocolate and cinnamon eyes were looking at him. “We will win. You know why? Because we are Liverpool. We are Liverpool and Liverpool is a winning side. We may have forgotten who we were and the others might have as well but tonight Portsmouth is going to remember. We are going to show them just what Liverpool means.”
As he said the words Stevie could feel them, felt their truth running through his veins and pounding in his heart. That night when they pulled the red jersey over their heads and that crest rested over their hearts they remembered. As they walked out on to the pitch, the fans’ chants ringing in their ears they were Liverpool once again.
Title: First
Pairing: Sergio x Fernando
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Fictional!
Summary: Sergio calls to wish Fernando a happy birthday (which is this saturday!!)
First
The soft dulcets of his ringtone pierced through Fernando’s subconscious and he moved to answer it before it woke either Olalla or Nora. Slipping out of the bed he grabbed a blanket and threw it around himself and he quietly left the room. A quick glance at the clock told him it was 12:01, too late for callers.
“Hello?” he answered softly.
“Feliz Cumpleaños.”
The voice was deep and thick with sleep but he would recognize it anywhere, be able to pick it out amongst any all the time. It was a voice that was more familiar than his own, the voice that could ignite an entire spectrum of emotions in him.
“Sese...” Fernando breathed, not quite awake enough to understand why he was calling. “It’s the middle of the night, you have a match tomorrow you need your sleep.”
Sergio chuckled, the sound sending chills down his spine and a dull, familiar ache of longing in his chest.
“Today actually. It’s Saturday now, it’s your birthday. I wanted to be the first one to say it to you, like when you’d wake up in my arms.”
Fernando murmured his thanks, his mind drifting to those days remembering the warmth of Sergio’s embrace, the headiness of his scent surrounding him keeping him safe. The silence was thick on the line and he could tell Sergio was remembering as well.
“I miss you Nando, every single day.”
“I miss you too. I wish I could come back, or that I could have stayed. I do I just...”
“Shh... it’s ok amor. I know, I know. Go back to sleep, I’ll talk to you later.”
Fernando nodded even though Sergio couldn’t see him because somehow he felt as if he could. As if the other could always see him, was always looking over him even from 1,448 km away.
“Thanks for calling Sese. Have a good match later.”
“Sweet dreams Fernando.”