And the point of it all is I love you (8/16)
Title: Next thing you know it was ten years ago [AU]
Characters: Sergio Ramos, Rubén de la Red, Cristiano Ronaldo, Wayne Rooney, Guti, Fernando Torres
Rating: R
for my lovely & awesome and at the moment unfortunately sick fillesanyonnon
*sends a million warming hugs*
Also, for a moment I considered this as part of ' If there are no witnesses', but it doesn't quite fit in. I think I have to play with some of the characters a bit to make it fit into this storyline. So, read it as stand-alone, please.
Next thing you know it was ten years ago
“They’re late …”
Impatiently, Sergio stepped out of the shadow’s protection for one moment, into the lightly falling rain, glancing swiftly around, before he returned to his place and leaned back against the wall.
“I hate having to deal with them, they’re never on time. … Why are they always late? It’s not like they’re something better than we are, so they could have us waiting for them every single time, just like that …”
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, the long-haired man stomped his foot on the ground in a gesture of frustration and impatience.
“Save your breath, Sergio …,” Rubén just smiled, a smile being hidden by the black hoodie he was wearing, strands of hair falling into his face, veiling his features. The only thing that was left being visible were his hands and the fine, pale bridge of his nose. “They’ll come.”
“Of course they will, they always do. … Just never on time, that is. Pisses me off, so much …,” Sergio kept on complaining, fumbling in his pockets to search for something to keep him occupied. Rubén - in such cases - with his ability to fall silent from one second to the other and remain so for hours and hours - never offered much of distraction. Satisfied with the lighter he found, Sergio started playing around with the little, gas-made flames.
*
Rubén saw them coming first. His sudden movement made Sergio look up again as well; his friend had spent the last few minutes burning various things he had found in his pockets - tickets and small notes amongst them - and now let the lighter swiftly disappear into his pockets.
“I can see three …,” the long-haired man said, casting a worried glance at Rubén. “Why are there three of them? … That’s not part of the deal, is it? I mean, Cris and Wayne were to deliver, I get that, but why are there…”
The icy smile Rubén returned to him made him stop and shut his mouth in wonder. And then anger.
“Fuck it, de la Red, we’re supposed to work together. You knew that, right? … For fucks sake, we’re supposed to work together, you can’t just keep on hiding secrets from me, you know?”
The man with the dark, full hair just shrugged him off and then turned to face the three figures which were approaching them. Just now that Sergio, still angry with his friend, really concentrated on them, the three figures really got his attention. He could make out two of them easily, Cris’ long and lean figure and Wayne’s next to him nothing Sergio hadn’t seen before, even if they were walking more slowly than usual. That was seemingly caused by the third figure, whose appearance and steps were new to Sergio.
“I guess you’ll leave the talking to me, won’t you?,” Rubén turned to Sergio just shortly before the three people got into their reach. Not even awaiting Sergio’s answer, Rubén stepped forward, out of the shadow of the roof-top and into the dusty light of a distant street-lantern.
“You’re late.”
His voice sounded audibly flat, even through the rain.
“Not on purpose, you know …,” Wayne replied, the ever-present light snarl in his voice. “Got some troubles while carrying out the deal. We were told that he’d be highly protected, but not that…”
“Do I look like I care?,” Rubén interrupted him. Sergio now also stepped out of the shadow which had been hiding him, too curious to remain in Rubén’s back. Nothing more entertaining than a little banter. “You’re late. Repeatedly. I don’t like that. …”
“Oh well, deal with it or do the dirty work yourself, next time …,” Cristiano now replied, glancing at Rubén with an unsympathetic look. “Also, I still don’t understand why you needed our help with this. It’s not like you don’t have the people to go and fetch the pretty yourself. …”
“Because we know our way around stealing. And robbing. Murdering, if we have to …,” Rubén replied, only lowering his voice a little bit. “But looking out for things lost and bringing them back… no, you’re better at this than we are.”
And with that, the black haired man turned to the third figure, whose face was also hidden beneath the deep shadows of a hoodie.
Slowly, realization began to creep into Sergio’s conscious. The deal. Something that had gone lost being brought back to its owner. The man …
As if he only had waited for Sergio to grasp the situation fully, Rubén suddenly darted forward and pushed the third man’s hoodie away - revealing strands of blonde hair clinging to high cheekbones highlighted with a myriad of freckles, intimidated big boyish eyes glancing back at him, pretty lips which were divided by a single strap of fabric used as gag.
Sergio swallowed, hard. He knew that face.
“Ah, such a long time it has been, no ...? .. And you really thought you’d made it, didn’t you? You really thought we had forgotten about our golden boy … Oh, Guti’s going to be delighted that we bring you back to him, finally. He’s been waiting for you for so long. … Welcome back home, Fernando …”
Characters: Sergio Ramos, Rubén de la Red, Cristiano Ronaldo, Wayne Rooney, Guti, Fernando Torres
Rating: R
for my lovely & awesome and at the moment unfortunately sick fillesanyonnon
*sends a million warming hugs*
Also, for a moment I considered this as part of ' If there are no witnesses', but it doesn't quite fit in. I think I have to play with some of the characters a bit to make it fit into this storyline. So, read it as stand-alone, please.
Next thing you know it was ten years ago
“They’re late …”
Impatiently, Sergio stepped out of the shadow’s protection for one moment, into the lightly falling rain, glancing swiftly around, before he returned to his place and leaned back against the wall.
“I hate having to deal with them, they’re never on time. … Why are they always late? It’s not like they’re something better than we are, so they could have us waiting for them every single time, just like that …”
Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, the long-haired man stomped his foot on the ground in a gesture of frustration and impatience.
“Save your breath, Sergio …,” Rubén just smiled, a smile being hidden by the black hoodie he was wearing, strands of hair falling into his face, veiling his features. The only thing that was left being visible were his hands and the fine, pale bridge of his nose. “They’ll come.”
“Of course they will, they always do. … Just never on time, that is. Pisses me off, so much …,” Sergio kept on complaining, fumbling in his pockets to search for something to keep him occupied. Rubén - in such cases - with his ability to fall silent from one second to the other and remain so for hours and hours - never offered much of distraction. Satisfied with the lighter he found, Sergio started playing around with the little, gas-made flames.
*
Rubén saw them coming first. His sudden movement made Sergio look up again as well; his friend had spent the last few minutes burning various things he had found in his pockets - tickets and small notes amongst them - and now let the lighter swiftly disappear into his pockets.
“I can see three …,” the long-haired man said, casting a worried glance at Rubén. “Why are there three of them? … That’s not part of the deal, is it? I mean, Cris and Wayne were to deliver, I get that, but why are there…”
The icy smile Rubén returned to him made him stop and shut his mouth in wonder. And then anger.
“Fuck it, de la Red, we’re supposed to work together. You knew that, right? … For fucks sake, we’re supposed to work together, you can’t just keep on hiding secrets from me, you know?”
The man with the dark, full hair just shrugged him off and then turned to face the three figures which were approaching them. Just now that Sergio, still angry with his friend, really concentrated on them, the three figures really got his attention. He could make out two of them easily, Cris’ long and lean figure and Wayne’s next to him nothing Sergio hadn’t seen before, even if they were walking more slowly than usual. That was seemingly caused by the third figure, whose appearance and steps were new to Sergio.
“I guess you’ll leave the talking to me, won’t you?,” Rubén turned to Sergio just shortly before the three people got into their reach. Not even awaiting Sergio’s answer, Rubén stepped forward, out of the shadow of the roof-top and into the dusty light of a distant street-lantern.
“You’re late.”
His voice sounded audibly flat, even through the rain.
“Not on purpose, you know …,” Wayne replied, the ever-present light snarl in his voice. “Got some troubles while carrying out the deal. We were told that he’d be highly protected, but not that…”
“Do I look like I care?,” Rubén interrupted him. Sergio now also stepped out of the shadow which had been hiding him, too curious to remain in Rubén’s back. Nothing more entertaining than a little banter. “You’re late. Repeatedly. I don’t like that. …”
“Oh well, deal with it or do the dirty work yourself, next time …,” Cristiano now replied, glancing at Rubén with an unsympathetic look. “Also, I still don’t understand why you needed our help with this. It’s not like you don’t have the people to go and fetch the pretty yourself. …”
“Because we know our way around stealing. And robbing. Murdering, if we have to …,” Rubén replied, only lowering his voice a little bit. “But looking out for things lost and bringing them back… no, you’re better at this than we are.”
And with that, the black haired man turned to the third figure, whose face was also hidden beneath the deep shadows of a hoodie.
Slowly, realization began to creep into Sergio’s conscious. The deal. Something that had gone lost being brought back to its owner. The man …
As if he only had waited for Sergio to grasp the situation fully, Rubén suddenly darted forward and pushed the third man’s hoodie away - revealing strands of blonde hair clinging to high cheekbones highlighted with a myriad of freckles, intimidated big boyish eyes glancing back at him, pretty lips which were divided by a single strap of fabric used as gag.
Sergio swallowed, hard. He knew that face.
“Ah, such a long time it has been, no ...? .. And you really thought you’d made it, didn’t you? You really thought we had forgotten about our golden boy … Oh, Guti’s going to be delighted that we bring you back to him, finally. He’s been waiting for you for so long. … Welcome back home, Fernando …”