nam mellitus erat, .002 middles.

[tyrannicides]

Title: Nam Mellitus Erat
Author: tyrannicides
Pairing: Iker Casillas/Cesc Fabregas, Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres, appearances from others.
Rating: NC-17 for language, sex.
Disclaimer: Don't own, made up.
Summary: Iker is a stick-in-the-mud RA who is in his senior year and Cesc is a seventeen-year-old freshman who rooms with him.
Author's Notes: I apologize

Comments

[meretricula]

oh god. Professor Beckham. and Iker rediscovering his love for Classics. (which sort of makes me sad because I didn't have a Cesc and I turned in a thesis I hated and still kind of feel like a fraud for graduating the way I did but anyway that's not relevant right now, what is relevant is OMG CESC AND IKER LOVE LOVE LOVE.) and Sergio at the football match! and Pique is on the team, please tell me we will get Cesc and Leo and Pique being footballer dorks together at some point?

and, uh, that sex scene. DAMN GIRL. unf.

[tyrannicides]

As previously mentioned, I am projecting all the fuck over this fic. It's embarrassing. It's like OH ARE YOU TRYING TO CONVINCE YOURSELF OF SOMETHING. WE WEREN'T AWARE.

please tell me we will get Cesc and Leo and Pique being footballer dorks together at some point?

o girl u know it will be sew

[meretricula]

lolololol "write what you know" right? XDDD

okay TYPO WITCH-HUNT PART TWO BEGINS HERE:

actually not a typo, just a general observation: this is set in America, right? it's kind of hard to tell but it sounds like an American college, and there's a major time difference with Spain, so I assume it is. in which case I know it goes against the grain but they'd probably be calling is "soccer".

He's pauses chewing on his pen and then says "No," word garbled by the cap. just "he" not "he's"

But when they win, Iker sees him jumping off the bench and barreling down his teammates, pulling down them down into hugs like they'd just won the World Cup. wayyyy too many repetitions of the word "down" lol. if you like the first one I think it's fine though I would maybe use "into" instead? but the second one needs to be deleted and the third should stay.

Cesc isn't ripped-he's barely toned, really-but the muscles in his back bunch when he stretches and his stomach-tight and lean, the slightest 'v' dipping in his hips-Iker jolts when someone

[tyrannicides]

omg lol at the down sentence. goodness gracious.

You know, I looked up that basis shit. Apparently the plural of "basis" is "bases". I don't even know. I thought it should be plural to match Greece and Rome being plural, but I almost feel like you can stick the two together and make them singular, since they're such a--united duo in the context, you know. Graeco-Roman, etc. In any case, I changed it to "basis", which is what I wanted in the first place. It doesn't really sound wrong to my ear, but who knows.

Dear god, confidant v. confident. Brb seppuku.

DEAR GOD LAY AND LIE

SEPPUKU FOR REAL

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AND ANOTHER SPEAKING VERB COMMA

GOODBYE WORLD

[tyrannicides]

8) Thank you.

[burning_moon117]

Amazing, hot, etc.

[tyrannicides]

:] Thank you.

[bossbadger]

Ooohhh my Goddddd.

I can't seem to type any coherent comments lately at all, I'm sorry, but fuck, Cesc and Iker are so perfect in this, and I'm just babbling like an idiot right now.

Rereading, putting in memories, rereading again...

[tyrannicides]

Thank you very much. <3

[ifeelfinite]

Oh wow. Wow wow wow. Can I just put it out there that this is THE fic for football-loving classicists (and apparently there is a whole horde of us out there - who knew?)...

I panicked when I realized there were only two parts, but having scrolled back up and read your notes more thoroughly I see that there will be more. Phew! ♥ ♥ ♥ Passionately in love with both your and meretricula's writing.

[tyrannicides]

What's with all of us. Seriously, it's like every time I turn around, I find out that someone else gives a shit about the whole genitive absolute v. ablative absolute debate. Football is ridiculously Greek in some ways, maybe that's why. Idek. All I know is the age difference thing is gonna start gettin' more like whoa in this fic. Not in a creepy way, but you know. And (reluctant and somewhat guilty) erastes/eromenos and all that jazz. I can't help it. School setting. Authority figure. Classics involved. askingforit.jpeg

Ablative absolute, for the record.

Dude, I am not gonna lie to you right now: I have over 20,000 words written on this fic already. It's ridiculous. Like, it has taken over my life. I've already written the ending. What even.

Also, that compliment means so much, coming from you. Thank you. ♥

[meretricula]

~feels special~ ~hugs~ ♥