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Title: Freedom
Pairing: Iker Casillas / Cesc Fabregas
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 094. Independence
Words: 284
A/N: Was listening to a random playlist of music when I came across this and since my bounciness faded for a moment of subdued sleepiness, I decided why the heck not? And so…thus was created. I hope it doesn’t suck too badly. For my Iker chart for

football100

“I-I want us…to…s-s-see other p-people.”

If Iker had not been there himself, if he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have considered believing it. Even now, even though he had seen and heard it himself, he did not want to believe it.

But from the seriousness and the expression on his face, Cesc meant every word. His heart twisted and seized in a great ugly tangle and his breathing became ragged and sharp. His voice, however, was…empty.

“Why?”

Cesc let out a breathy laugh that had no humor in it. “You honestly have to ask?”

No. Iker knew that he did not have to ask; he did it out of courtesy. Iker would give Cesc what he wanted, he always did. He let out the breath that had been pinned up in his chest. It hurt as much to exhale it as it did to keep it inside. He stared at his hands while he heard Cesc stand up and move swiftly, yet quietly throughout the room.

It was over before Iker had expected, both Cesc’s packing and their relationship. On his way to the door, the Catalan paused. He sighed and dropped his bag beside the door before approaching the famed keeper carefully.

Cesc hesitantly reached out and touched Iker’s face with the pads of his fingers. Iker tried hard not to lean into his touch and succeeded, even though he wished he hadn’t.

“Bye Iker.” Cesc whispered before he kissed Iker’s lips carefully.

“Bye.” Iker’s voice was a ghastly sigh.

The spark that had once united them was now fizzled out to an ember. As Cesc shut the door behind him, that ember died into the ashes.

Title: Sparks
Pairing: Iker Casillas / Cesc Fabregas
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Words: 138
A/N: Another one for my Iker chart for

football100. Doesn’t necessarily go with ‘Freedom’ but it could if you wanted it too.

Iker wasn’t looking for anything other than his keeper gloves when it all started.

A spark that erupted into a flame, growing steadily to become a bonfire.

With one brush of the fingers, the spark had hit and burned them both. Cesc giggled while Iker gasped.

Cesc was sweet, loving, and most of all loyal even despite Iker’s quiet, withdrawnness. Iker never had to ask, Cesc was always wiling and openly accepting him.

They worked well together, each complimenting the other and adding both their traits into one huge pot to meld together to create one aura-like personality. They quickly became something that nobody mentioned, yet everyone saw.

They were inseparable, like Fernando and Sergio, Villa and Silva.

While Iker may not have been looking, he certainly found the person who could ignite him and drive him wild.