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bronze_ribbonsYou can blame my commenters (specifically dru and meretricula) for these. (That, and it's easier to nosh on leftover crabcakes indoors, where the sand is not... [/last true day of vacation, wah])
Title: Sisterhood
Fandom: Tennis RPF (Mirka and Xisca)
Prompted by: meretricula's "wish for fic where [Mirka, Xisca, et al] are all BFFs and hang out at tournaments and talk trash about their respective husbands and boyfriends." And a fresh upswing in Rafa-proposing-to-Xisca rumors all over the tennisphere.
Useful background info: Mirka's parents are jewelers.
Wordcount: 200
Mirka's first reaction to Xisca's request is to demand, "Are you sure? I didn't want to get married when I was your age."
Xisca points out, not unkindly, "You were busy playing tennis, and Roger wasn't a superstar then. Rafa got started early, and I have always planned on a business career."
Mirka frowns. "Not just because of him, I hope."
Xisca retorts, "You don't think he is enough work by himself?" Her smile sharpens as she adds, "If he's ever stupid enough to drop me, there are plenty of other ships in the Armada that need steering."
"Do they ever," Mirka mutters. Roger has certainly been enough work by himself, and now there are the girls, but Mirka still sometimes fantasizes about taking one or more of the Spanish boys under her wing. Considering what a headcase and airhead Roger himself can be, there's nothing wrong with Feli or Tommy that truly competent management couldn't sort out. And if she could somehow persuade them to play for Switzerland…
Xisca is smirking at her. "You understand me."
Mirka holds up a hand. "Not entirely. You can do all that without getting married."
Xisca shrugs. "Sure. But not being married is a distraction too, you know? I think settling this would be good for Rafa. And fun for me. Especially with me doing the proposing." She lightly taps the rock on Mirka's ring finger. "You will help me, won't you?"
Mirka sighs. As if that had really ever been in question.
Title: Furthermore
Fandoms: Harry Potter and Tennis RPF (with a nod to Prince of Tennis)
Characters: Hooch and Snape/Lupin
Prompted by: drusilla rain's request for "crack-fic involving Remus, puppies, that pic and Snape"
Side info: Juan Carlos Ferrero's nicknames include "Juanqui" and "Mosquito"
Wordcount: 400
Hooch had seen Snape speechless before, but she would have never bet on a litter of puppies producing that effect. To be fair, it was the wizard cradling the puppies who had produced that effect: Remus Lupin had been dead for eleven years, and yet, here he was.
Hooch knew Snape was really upset when the first word he finally squawked out was "Tree?"
"What…? Oh, my shirt. Just something Juan Carlos had around. I promise you, I'm not attached to the Willow in the slightest. No more than you are, I'm sure. What brings you here, anyway?"
"Juan Carlos's cousin is a wizard specializing in culicidaedal extracts," Snape automatically answered.
"In other words, mosquito bits," Hooch explained. She paused, and then narrowed her eyes at their find. "I wondered about Juanqui's comeback. Body-subbing is not cricket, Remus Lupin."
"Of course it isn't. I'm hurt that you think I would cheat like that." Hooch continued to glare at him. "I promise you, it's really Juan Carlos out there. At least when he's playing Muggles. I only fill in against Echizen and Tezuka."
"So which one of you plays against Federer?" Snape demanded.
Lupin looked insulted. "You think their head-to-head would be 3-9 if it was me out there?"
"So who was that back in England?" Hooch retorted.
Lupin said, "Spanish spy. We swapped places a few months before Dumbledore died."
As realization dawned on both Snape's and Hooch's faces, Lupin heaved another indignant sigh. "Honestly. You should have known better. I don't talk like that, and I don't forget contraception spells."
Returning his gaze to the puppies, Snape sneered, "Is not spaying a form of contraception?"
Lupin tossed one of the furballs at Snape, who instinctively fielded it. "Far be it from me," Lupin cheerfully intoned, "to interfere with the true workings of fate."
Snape wordlessly stroked his catch, his eyes boring into Lupin. As Lupin's smile faded, Hooch silently beckoned to the mama dog, who obediently trotted to her side.
As they walked away, Hooch deliberately tried not to listen to the choked-out whispers and the rustle of fabric behind them. As indecent as it felt to overhear any of it, using magic to shut out the sounds was out of the question: she knew better than to erect any barrier between mama dog and her pups.
She hoped, whatever was between them, the men would remember that too.
Title: In the Present
Fandom: Tennis RPF
Pairings: Juan Martin del Potro/Juan Monaco; background Nole/Rafa
Prompted by: meretricula's wishlist
Warning: outright fluff
Side note: I actually looked at everyone's tournament schedule to confirm that all four of them plan to play in Beijing. For a double drabble. Is it any wonder why it takes me so freakin' long to finish fics? [/rolls eyes at self]
Wordcount: 200
"What's that, Juanma? I haven't won the tournament yet, it's too early to celebrate."
"We are not waiting until Sunday to eat this. Especially not when Novak and Rafa air-shipped it from the new restaurant."
"They did? Sweet of them." Pico peers around Juanma as the latter carefully removes the waxed cardboard brace protecting the cheesecake. "Think they'll play together in China?"
"Oh, they'll play together. Just not necessarily on court." Juanma smirks as he places a slice of cake onto one of the napkins he brought along. "Either way, it'll be fun to watch."
Pico accepts the slice, smirking back. "Sure it will - but only when I'm not watching you."
Juanma twists down to tap his forehead against Pico's. "Why are you wasting time stating the obvious? You could be using it to eat cake."
"Why are you wasting a napkin on your own slice when you could be sharing mine?"
"Oh. You have a good point there." Juanma sets his portion aside, chuckling as Pico waggles his eyebrows. Ignoring the fork Pico's holding toward him, he instead licks a crumb from the corner of Pico's mouth.
"Oh." It's the only syllable Pico can manage.
"Mmmm," Juanma hums.
meretricula) for these. (That, and it's easier to nosh on leftover crabcakes indoors, where the sand is not... [/last true day of vacation, wah])Title: Sisterhood
Fandom: Tennis RPF (Mirka and Xisca)
Prompted by: meretricula's "wish for fic where [Mirka, Xisca, et al] are all BFFs and hang out at tournaments and talk trash about their respective husbands and boyfriends." And a fresh upswing in Rafa-proposing-to-Xisca rumors all over the tennisphere.
Useful background info: Mirka's parents are jewelers.
Wordcount: 200
Mirka's first reaction to Xisca's request is to demand, "Are you sure? I didn't want to get married when I was your age."
Xisca points out, not unkindly, "You were busy playing tennis, and Roger wasn't a superstar then. Rafa got started early, and I have always planned on a business career."
Mirka frowns. "Not just because of him, I hope."
Xisca retorts, "You don't think he is enough work by himself?" Her smile sharpens as she adds, "If he's ever stupid enough to drop me, there are plenty of other ships in the Armada that need steering."
"Do they ever," Mirka mutters. Roger has certainly been enough work by himself, and now there are the girls, but Mirka still sometimes fantasizes about taking one or more of the Spanish boys under her wing. Considering what a headcase and airhead Roger himself can be, there's nothing wrong with Feli or Tommy that truly competent management couldn't sort out. And if she could somehow persuade them to play for Switzerland…
Xisca is smirking at her. "You understand me."
Mirka holds up a hand. "Not entirely. You can do all that without getting married."
Xisca shrugs. "Sure. But not being married is a distraction too, you know? I think settling this would be good for Rafa. And fun for me. Especially with me doing the proposing." She lightly taps the rock on Mirka's ring finger. "You will help me, won't you?"
Mirka sighs. As if that had really ever been in question.
Title: Furthermore
Fandoms: Harry Potter and Tennis RPF (with a nod to Prince of Tennis)
Characters: Hooch and Snape/Lupin
Prompted by: drusilla rain's request for "crack-fic involving Remus, puppies, that pic and Snape"
Side info: Juan Carlos Ferrero's nicknames include "Juanqui" and "Mosquito"
Wordcount: 400
Hooch had seen Snape speechless before, but she would have never bet on a litter of puppies producing that effect. To be fair, it was the wizard cradling the puppies who had produced that effect: Remus Lupin had been dead for eleven years, and yet, here he was.
Hooch knew Snape was really upset when the first word he finally squawked out was "Tree?"
"What…? Oh, my shirt. Just something Juan Carlos had around. I promise you, I'm not attached to the Willow in the slightest. No more than you are, I'm sure. What brings you here, anyway?"
"Juan Carlos's cousin is a wizard specializing in culicidaedal extracts," Snape automatically answered.
"In other words, mosquito bits," Hooch explained. She paused, and then narrowed her eyes at their find. "I wondered about Juanqui's comeback. Body-subbing is not cricket, Remus Lupin."
"Of course it isn't. I'm hurt that you think I would cheat like that." Hooch continued to glare at him. "I promise you, it's really Juan Carlos out there. At least when he's playing Muggles. I only fill in against Echizen and Tezuka."
"So which one of you plays against Federer?" Snape demanded.
Lupin looked insulted. "You think their head-to-head would be 3-9 if it was me out there?"
"So who was that back in England?" Hooch retorted.
Lupin said, "Spanish spy. We swapped places a few months before Dumbledore died."
As realization dawned on both Snape's and Hooch's faces, Lupin heaved another indignant sigh. "Honestly. You should have known better. I don't talk like that, and I don't forget contraception spells."
Returning his gaze to the puppies, Snape sneered, "Is not spaying a form of contraception?"
Lupin tossed one of the furballs at Snape, who instinctively fielded it. "Far be it from me," Lupin cheerfully intoned, "to interfere with the true workings of fate."
Snape wordlessly stroked his catch, his eyes boring into Lupin. As Lupin's smile faded, Hooch silently beckoned to the mama dog, who obediently trotted to her side.
As they walked away, Hooch deliberately tried not to listen to the choked-out whispers and the rustle of fabric behind them. As indecent as it felt to overhear any of it, using magic to shut out the sounds was out of the question: she knew better than to erect any barrier between mama dog and her pups.
She hoped, whatever was between them, the men would remember that too.
Title: In the Present
Fandom: Tennis RPF
Pairings: Juan Martin del Potro/Juan Monaco; background Nole/Rafa
Prompted by: meretricula's wishlist
Warning: outright fluff
Side note: I actually looked at everyone's tournament schedule to confirm that all four of them plan to play in Beijing. For a double drabble. Is it any wonder why it takes me so freakin' long to finish fics? [/rolls eyes at self]
Wordcount: 200
"What's that, Juanma? I haven't won the tournament yet, it's too early to celebrate."
"We are not waiting until Sunday to eat this. Especially not when Novak and Rafa air-shipped it from the new restaurant."
"They did? Sweet of them." Pico peers around Juanma as the latter carefully removes the waxed cardboard brace protecting the cheesecake. "Think they'll play together in China?"
"Oh, they'll play together. Just not necessarily on court." Juanma smirks as he places a slice of cake onto one of the napkins he brought along. "Either way, it'll be fun to watch."
Pico accepts the slice, smirking back. "Sure it will - but only when I'm not watching you."
Juanma twists down to tap his forehead against Pico's. "Why are you wasting time stating the obvious? You could be using it to eat cake."
"Why are you wasting a napkin on your own slice when you could be sharing mine?"
"Oh. You have a good point there." Juanma sets his portion aside, chuckling as Pico waggles his eyebrows. Ignoring the fork Pico's holding toward him, he instead licks a crumb from the corner of Pico's mouth.
"Oh." It's the only syllable Pico can manage.
"Mmmm," Juanma hums.
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