[team three] too sweet
I'm a Bayern fan and I can't get the Barca boys out of my head. Oh well! My first time writing anything for soccer players lol
(platonic) Robert Lewandowski x Gavi | 232 words | G
Right now, Gavi is running in literal circles around Pedri, his bright laughter rising over the sounds of other players running through drills. Robert watches from a few feet away, taking the water break for the break that it should be, and feels his heart lurch with fondness. What a puppy, he thinks to himself, a baby. A baby who can bully a whole Real Madrid team for ninety minutes and beam like pure sunlight at Robert immediately after.
“Aren’t you going to help me out here, old man?” Pedri calls, squirting water at Gavi and narrowly missing. Gavi just laughs louder and lunges in for a hug.
“Nope,” Robert says easily, and he salutes with two fingers when Gavi grins at him in thanks.
When Flick blows his whistle to signal the end of their break, Robert jogs over to the kids. Gavi exchanges Pedri for Robert, arms circling Robert’s waist loosely. “I told him I’m your favorite,” he says matter of factly.
“I’m not actually your father, you know,” Robert says.
“Yeah, and that’s why you can just admit that you have a favorite,” Gavi says with another grin. When Robert just shakes his head and ruffles Gavi's hair, Gavi rolls his eyes with mock annoyance. “Okay, old man, have it your way. Let’s get back to work before your back gives out.” He cackles when Robert shoves him away.
(platonic) Robert Lewandowski x Gavi | 232 words | G
Right now, Gavi is running in literal circles around Pedri, his bright laughter rising over the sounds of other players running through drills. Robert watches from a few feet away, taking the water break for the break that it should be, and feels his heart lurch with fondness. What a puppy, he thinks to himself, a baby. A baby who can bully a whole Real Madrid team for ninety minutes and beam like pure sunlight at Robert immediately after.
“Aren’t you going to help me out here, old man?” Pedri calls, squirting water at Gavi and narrowly missing. Gavi just laughs louder and lunges in for a hug.
“Nope,” Robert says easily, and he salutes with two fingers when Gavi grins at him in thanks.
When Flick blows his whistle to signal the end of their break, Robert jogs over to the kids. Gavi exchanges Pedri for Robert, arms circling Robert’s waist loosely. “I told him I’m your favorite,” he says matter of factly.
“I’m not actually your father, you know,” Robert says.
“Yeah, and that’s why you can just admit that you have a favorite,” Gavi says with another grin. When Robert just shakes his head and ruffles Gavi's hair, Gavi rolls his eyes with mock annoyance. “Okay, old man, have it your way. Let’s get back to work before your back gives out.” He cackles when Robert shoves him away.