you know what - "write the fic you want to read" they say, and i actually did that quite a lot these last four years, so here comes the masterpost no one asked for :)
Marco Odermatt/Gino Caviezel:
Einen Millimeter Macht, E, 1k, German: Als er den zweiten Lauf von Gino beobachtet ist er sich sicher – heute wird ein guter Tag werden. Einer von denen, auf die er zwischen den Rennen viel zu lange wartet. Einer von denen, die ihm vor Augen führen, wie wenig Kontrolle er eigentlich hat und wie scheissegal ihm das ist.
Olympic Celebrations, E, 2k, English: Here’s the thing about Marco winning: While he’s usually the kindest, sweetest, most innocent person ever, winning makes Marco cocky. It gives him a confidence boost so strong, it reaches out straight to Gino’s libido.
You should be mine, T, 1.9k, English: „You don‘t think it‘s a bit harsh, what you‘re doing to him?“ The hand on his shoulder belongs to Justin. „I‘m not doing anything to him,“ Marco bites back stubbornly. „I‘m going to win this fucking race and then I‘m going for a drink with a pretty girl who wants to go for a drink with me. It‘s not a crime.“ Justin holds his hands up in surrender, wisely leaving the subject alone.
At Sunset, G, 1.9k, English: “Smile,” Marco commands, and Gino tries to make his face do his bidding, but doesn’t have the slightest clue if it’s working. His heart and brain are still preoccupied with the two of them sharing “intimate togetherness”. It doesn’t help that all his synapses are firing at full blast, a nervous tingle spreading anywhere he’s suddenly pressed against Marco.
and when the sun rises (i'll have forgotten), E, 1.8k, English: Gino doesn’t know where the rest of their group are, thinks maybe that’s Semyel dancing with a tiny redhead right at the edge of his peripheral vision, but he doesn’t really care. His whole focus is taken up by Marco; Marco’s fingers still wrapped around Gino’s arm, now higher up, Marco’s entire body so close to his own, brushing against him with every dance move, Marco’s infectious smile.
The marks you leave on me, G, 1.1k, English: „What. the. fuck?“ finally breaks the silence between them, Loïc‘s voice all high and squeaky, like he can‘t decide on how to react, like he‘s forcing the words out through the giggles he‘s threatening to dissolve into. „Shut up,“ Gino bites back, but it‘s more of an embarrassed mumble really, and he doesn‘t try to fight Loïc when he stops his hands on the shirt buttons, demands; „let me see again.“
Something stupid, T, 1.8k, English: When he tunes back into the conversation, there’s apparently some kind of contest going on about who’s gone through the nastiest hangover and come out on the other side bruised and battered. “Ooooh,” Semyel loudly breaks the harried silence that follows Justin’s story. He points a finger at Marco. “Remember the time I had to scrape you off the bathroom floor of your hotel room? That one seems like a valid contender!” - “Uh.” Marco’s laugh sounds flat to Gino, unusually hesitant. He can’t read the expression on his team mate’s face, in the eyes flitting to meet Gino’s, then away again. Huh.
predictions from my hopeful heart, G, 1.2k, English: “Ready?” Nods around the living room again. It’s unusually quiet for them, but everyone almost seems to hold their breath, even Semyel, who hasn’t been part of this ritual before. It’s not just me, then, Marco thinks. No, this is something they all look forward to. Something they all take very seriously - maybe the only superstition they allow themselves. Zoé opens the lid of the little box and takes out the stack of paper, then takes a breath before she turns over the first slip.
praise me in the dark, E, 1.7k, English: He wakes up from his phone’s loud vibrating and scrambles to find it, barely conscious. On the tv, Bauer sucht Frau has morphed into what seems to be a very much not PG-rated commercial for an adult website.
Lucas Pinheiro Braathen/Atle Lie McGrath:
Call me in for the night, M, 1k, English: It’s not that they have never shared a bed before. They’ve slept next to each other plenty of times - on holidays together, or when visiting each other, or crashing on a friend’s couch after a long night of partying. It’s just that lockdown and covid have made this infinitely more difficult for Atle.
the shape of us, E, 3.8k, English: They’re sharing a hotel room when it happens, which somehow only makes it crazier, even if, looking back, Lucas will also admit that it was kind of comforting, having Atle around. After the initial shock.
these purple days, G, 0.7k, English (unfinished): “So,” he starts, after he’s settled in across from Atle with a steaming mug of coffee. “Your text sounded ominous.” Atle supposes it did. He didn’t mean it to, but it’s hard for him to communicate with Lucas these days. It doesn’t feel like it used to anymore.
Marco Odermatt/Loïc Meillard:
Closer, E, 1.8k, English: “Okay, you’re not leaving this room before you tell me what the hell is up with you. You’re being weird.” Marco complains. Loïc lets his forehead drop against the door, still avoiding facing Marco.
Blind Trust, E, 1.5k, English: They’d talked about this, of course. It had been late, and they’d been sharing a room like they often do these days. It was in the early days of this thing between them, when anytime they found themselves behind closed doors, their hands immediately went wandering, their clothes flying.
Loïc Meillard/Gino Caviezel:
Strong Thighs, E, 1.3k, English: Loïc gets some ideas in his head, watching Gino race. (listen, i wanted to give you an excerpt of this too, but... *blushing* man, that must've been one horny day...)
Picture Perfect, G, 1.1k, English: It’s a Thursday, when Gino discovers that there is in fact one thing - namely, nonchalance (as to not call it lying) - Loïc isn’t good at at all. Loïc’s on his laptop when Gino enters the room they’re sharing. He looks focused, his eyebrows knit together, and doesn’t notice Gino right away.
Mauro Caviezel/Justin Murisier:
Von Wut und Heilung (German) / Of Anger and Healing (English), T, 3.3k: “You’re such an asshole.” Justin yells, his temper finally flaring out of his control. The anger pushes him out of bed, his whole body tense as he turns in the middle of the room and stares at Mauro, challenging him. But Mauro only grins back. “Well, I’m an ass that got you out of bed. And since you’re already standing, you can also put on some clothes. You know, so we can start training.”
Where does the good go, T, 3.8k, English: He tells them not to worry that day, he was only out for a few seconds after all. “At least it didn’t happen on the slopes,” he says. “It was a long season and I haven’t had enough water today,” he says. He almost believes it, himself. Mauro holds him a little tighter that night, and Justin has a hard time falling asleep. He focuses on Mauro’s chest falling and rising under his ear, looking for steadiness, unsettled despite himself.
I'll still call to you if I lose my sight, G, 1.7k, English: Justin looks unusually uncomfortable, which Gino sympathizes with. It takes a lot of self control to keep the wince off his face at the inevitable question. „So. I hate to ask you this, but… I haven‘t heard from Mauro in a few days…?“
Various:
Wins and losses, T, 1.2k, English, Marco Odermatt/Beat Feuz: Beat crouches in front of Marco, placing his hands on the younger man’s knees and takes a single look in Marco’s eyes before squeezing his right thigh and reaching for the phone with the other hand. Marco can’t say with certainty whether the heat of threatening tears has stung his eyes before meeting Beat’s or whether it has been brought on by the kind understanding shining at him from his friend. He mumbles a half-assed goodbye into the phone before passing it to Beat.
Public Relations, G, 1.5k, English, Loïc Meillard/Zoé Chastan: At the world championships in Cortina, Loïc has some surprising news for Zoé.
Your breath in my ear, G, 1.8k, English, Loïc Meillard/Tanguy Nef: Five Times Tanguy Calls Loïc and One Time Loïc Calls Him Back
My kind of madness, T, 2.7k, English, Marco Odermatt/Aleksander Aamodt Kilde: When Aleks crosses the finish line and the light flashes green, it takes Marco a few long moments to sort out his thoughts. On the one hand, there’s not much separating this race from any other - Aleks was clearly faster than him, better than him today. He deserves this win, especially considering Marco knows he hasn’t given his best performance. On the other hand, there’s this feeling, low in his gut. Little pinpricks, barely noticeable, but entirely new. They intensify as he watches Aleks approach, as he shakes his hand, takes in the smile on his handsome face. He doesn’t know it then, but they’re the first sign of a complex, undefined feeling that will accompany him all season. Something to puzzle over, again and again, in finish areas all over the world.
Have it both ways, M, 2.1k, English, Aleksander Aamodt Kilde/Mikaela Shiffrin and Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc (F1): „So, why him?“ he picks up his train of questioning again. It‘s an innocent enough question, and yet - from the corner of his eye, he picks up on a sudden pink tinge across Mikaela‘s pretty cheekbones. „I just like him. He‘s very talented,“ she says, and it definitely sounds a little too nonchalant, almost defensive. Aleks turns to face her, abandoning the race on screen completely in favour of getting to the bottom of whatever she‘s not telling him.
Young Talents Summer Camp, G, 3.9k, English, Marco Odermatt/James Crawford: The next time Marco looks up, James is laughing at something one of his friends must have said - the sound carrying across the big dining room. Under his backwards cap, his dark hair curls over his ears. As if he feels Marco’s eyes on him, he throws a look over his shoulder, catches Marco’s eye. There’s heat rising in Marco’s cheeks, and he fights the urge to look away. This is ridiculous, he thinks.
(there's always) a next chance, G, 1.3k, English, Alexis Pinturault: The thing is, he doesn’t have a personal problem with Marco, of course. He truly doesn’t. But in this particular moment, he can’t help but feel the sting of envy, can’t help but feel something ugly rear its head inside of him.
Dancing out of my skin, T, 1.4k, English, Lucas Pinheiro Braathen/Max Verstappen (F1), Lucas Pinheiro Braathen/Atle Lie Mc Grath (implied): Lucas has done his research before today, of course, but as much as he hasn’t been following F1, he’s heard of Max Verstappen, of course, even without it. He’s a bit star struck, for a moment, standing in front of this incredibly regular looking guy, barely older than him, who’s been named a generational talent. Who has a world championship under his belt. They shake hands and Max’ eyes go small and squinty when he grins at Lucas and maybe Lucas is extra talkative, extra touchy, lets his laugh stretch extra wide.
six hours, four hundred miles and you, T, 2k, English, AJ Ginnis/River Radamus (unfinished): Every single person on campus knows AJ fucking Ginnis. AJ fucking Ginnis, who’s never looked at River twice before today and is now in his DMs. Writing in proper sentences, too. Anyone would be a little weirded out.
The Londoner, M, 1.3k, English, Marco Kohler/Franjo von Allmen: Maybe it‘s the heat inside the pub, maybe it‘s the glow of a fairly newly-minted world cup winner on Franjo. Maybe it‘s the fact that he‘s survived both the Lauberhorn and the Streif this year without so much as a bruise (well, he might have to revisit that thought tomorrow morning). Maybe it‘s the frankly indecent amount of alcohol coursing through Marco‘s blood. And yeah, it‘s probably that. Or, to be fair, a combination of it all.
D(r)abbling in Alpine Skiing, 19k: Collection of short drabbles (mostly from tumblr prompts) I've written.
