Fic: Victory, Defeat, And Other Moments For Roger Federer's Private Wimbledon Scrapbook (Tennis RPS,

[elizayabanci]

Title: Victory, Defeat, And Other Moments For Roger Federer's Private Wimbledon Scrapbook
Author: randomeliza
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairing: Roger Federer/Rafael Nadal
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2000
Notes: This was pretty much entirely prompted by siriaeve , who allowed me to squee at/with her about how hot they are and how they totally ought to be having lots and lots

Comments

[tarteaucitron]

that was just lovely. itchy and bitey and still demonstrably themselves - great characterization. and obviously it was hot with a capital HOT, but i'm also deeply touched by the image of roger staring at his trousers, not quite remembering how or when he put them on. really nice. thank you.

[randomeliza]

Thank you muchly! I'm so glad it worked for you. Having never written this pairing before, I was worried...

[tarteaucitron]

it's new to me too, in a real but yes, of course! way. your fic totally matches my fledgling vision. :)

[randomeliza]

Hahahaha, oh god. No promises, okay? I still want to write a horrible Mary Sue fic where Cristiano Ronaldo gets pegged and cries like a small child. But God, if I write anything football-related I will try to make it be something with Ballack and Frings or Torres and Casillas or some combination thereof. It might help if you linked me to some Frings and Ballack interviews so I could get some idea of how they talked. Also, picspams. *cough*

Anyway, I'm so glad you liked it. I'm totally worried that there will be maybe three people who will actually read this, so I'm glad you're one of them. *sigh*

[dirgni19]

Hello, here from fedal_slash :)

This was really amazing, hot and sweet all at once! I love your Rafa speak, and the images of Roger after the match has killed me, they're so simple but feels so real.

All Roger can see when he closes his eyes is Rafa, laying on the ground, grimacing in triumph and exhaustion. And when he opens his eyes, Rafa is still there, looking at him, eyes fierce like he’s won absolutely nothing, like the battle is still going on. And it’s all for him, because somehow Rafa cares enough about him to try to force him out of this daze he’s in.

Guh, my favorite lines! Thank you for writing this, it was lovely ♥

[inboots]

Omg the bit about the trousers made me giggle. Was it an intentional reference to last year?

This is the Rafa he sees across from him, racket in hand, prepared to do battle. This is Rafael Nadal, Champion, who never comes out except when playing for something serious.

Yes. I love the idea that only people who have engaged in some long, excruciating matches against each other would recognize an expression like that and truly understand its meaning.

That was excellent.

[sulwen]

"And when he opens his eyes, Rafa is still there, looking at him, eyes fierce like he’s won absolutely nothing, like the battle is still going on."

Just...wow. This was absolutely beautiful. Lovely, lovely writing that's totally my style, very in-character, and very hot. The line above literally took my breath away. It describes the way I feel about these two perfectly.

And people wondered why I was so very desperate for a Roger/Rafa final...it inspires fic! :-)