Some are "sequels" of stories, some are AU and some are just football fandom. Some are a paragraph long, or twenty. Most I'll probably not finish. I shouldn't ever start anything new until I get through this list, to be honest. Anyway, feel free to ask what they're about.
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no really.
okay, fine. if I must pick:
peru to malta
pre-temporada 2000 (I think this is the one you mentioned before, but I want to hear more.)
mori & silva
...okay, fine, dear uncle david. my curiosity cannot be denied.
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Pre-temporada I'm working out the kinks. I don't remember what pre-season it is, but I have certain characters in my head I want to include (and have included) that would never probably go on their pre-season since they move that summer (Redondo, Bodo, etc), but yes, it's the Long!Hot!Summer with no fan!fic in Austria.
When he emerges, feeling fresh for those few minutes after the cold shower, he sees Raúl has fallen asleep, just like that on the floor, his balled up shirt as a pillow, arms and legs splayed wide, curls sticking to his forehead and temples ( ... )
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I kind of liked that that particular Fernando ends up miserable since he's a jackass.
This is true. Though maybe in Peru he can, like, learn? And grow as a person. I'm terminally optimistic. XD
Summer fic: That's really atmospheric, just those few paragraphs. And I love that image of Raul. More of this, please.
Or even hot!sexiness because... like, they're too busy being an awesome team together for me to go on about their bedroom business.
I understand this point of view completely. buuuuut maybe just a scene or two? It's just such a good opportunity, it would be a shame to waste it. Also, it would be tragic if you killed me of UST. ):
Not that I don't understand that point of view completely, seeing as how I write mostly gen, but you could
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Fernando Morientes calls David Silva on his birthday because he’s a thoughtful guy, and invites himself to Manchester ( ... )
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He’s moving, he knows this much but he can’t think to question anything. His head pounds with each stark echo in the brightly lit corridors. When a cold gust of wind tells him he’s outside, he takes a deep, shuddery breath.
“You’ll be alright, now,” a voice to his left murmurs. It sounds familiar, and he manages just to rack through his brain to realise-Raúl. Yes. His body is lead another hundred steps and then, “You can close your eyes now.”
That's the noxious one.
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