#al12 one shot

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i’m not sure if u write for al12😅 but arthur leclerc x male reader who is a professional football/soccer player. and like arthur is seen wearing his jersey and when the reader scores the final goal, he kinda runs up to arthur to kiss him or something like that. if u don’t wanna write arthur maybe lando or max? thank you!!

To the moon AL12

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Read the request above!

Reader: Male

Warnings: Noneee

Now playing: the screams of despair in my head

AN: Hey leo! Sorry for taking SOOOOO long to write this! Im really busy- I hope you like it!

The night was vivid, and the people were buzzing trough the extravagant streets of Monaco. The restaurants were romantically lit, the light flooding through the window and out onto the road. Chatter and laughter filled the atmosphere and the smell of some delicious cuisine hung in the air.

A sea of flashing lights erupted; Paparazzi begged for a word with the person they tried to snap a picture of. Arthur Leclerc was out on a stroll and by chance the wave of photographers had found him. Sunglasses covered his watercolor eyes and ‘coincidentally’ he was wearing a jersey of your soccer team… with your number on it. The big broad 26 maybe didn’t mean a lot to the media, but they were always interested when a Formula one driver decided to support a sports team – whether that’s football, baseball or in this case: soccer.

“Y/n to the front, going fast!”, the commentator almost fell out of his chair while dramatically yelling into the microphone. Your steps were confident, and your pace was fast, this was one of your strengths. The heart in your chest pounded, with adrenaline but also with nervousness. You can’t miss this shot. Do it for yourself. Do it for your team.

Cheers and yelling fueled the fire in your chest and the opposing players faded into a blurry mess. Your heart skipped a beat, and you knew it was now or never. With all your strength you fired that ball right into hell – or rather the goal.

Silence swept through the audience; everything was in slow motion. The ball rolled back into your direction after it had hit the net very hard.

Everything sped up and you could now clearly hear all the cheers and screams from the watcher stands. The earth trembled as your teammates ran towards you, slapping your shoulder and lifting you up. They triumphed, sang and shouted.

Though suddenly they set you down again, only for you to be swept up in an embrace right after your feet hit the ground. The familiar smell of Oranges and Vanille made you melt even more into the arm that were slung around you. You picked Arthur up and whirled the man in the air and caught his lips in a warm, happy kiss. A clicking roared through the arena as thousands and thousands of cameras were watching you two.

But you didn’t care. You wanted to share this moment with your favorite person in the world.