Football imagines (Misc players)

Lucky 19 (Raphael Varane)

**I was very excited when I got the request from GOATifte to write for my second favourite Frenchie. So much so, that I wanted to add some French too😅 I used to be better at it so if I got anything wrong, don't hate me 🤗 Anyways, enjoy! I had a blast writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it too ❤️**

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"Hello, bonjour! You're going to have another Frenchie with you on the team soon", says Alessia when she sits next to me at breakfast.

"What do you mean? Who are we signing?"

"Well, not us as in our team. But like, United".

"Can you speak simple English? It's too early for riddles".

"The men's team is signing Varane".

I almost choke on the apple I'm eating.

"They are what?"

"Why do you look so terrified? Do you not like him?"

That's not exactly the problem. "I just didn't see that coming. Huge singing, though".

Alessia nods and starts to eat. But I can only think about Rapha being here...in Manchester. In Carrington. Especially after what happened the last time we met. And also the previous one. And the one before that...

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A couple of days later, we are at Old Trafford for the first match of the season. United vs Leeds. Should be fun.

But before the match starts, I notice a lot of commotion near the tunnel.

"What's going on?"

"Oh, you know. Varane is going to say hi to the fans. He'll come here after he's done", says Katie.

Why am I the last one to find out about everything? Oh right, because he hasn't answered any of my calls or texts.

When Rapha goes out to the pitch, he's holding his new shirt. Number 19, like me.

The whole event gives me an excuse to stare at him. God, he looks so good. That suit he's wearing looks perfect on him. And his smile...I need to stop. That's what got me in trouble before.

"He's so hot", I hear one of my teammates say.

"Who said that?", my tone is harsher than I meant.

"Me?", says Ella, scared by my question.

"No, I didn't mean you. I thought I heard someone insulting us. Don't mind me. English is still hard to understand for me".

English isn't hard to understand for me, and they know it. But they allow me to use it as an excuse.

"I'm going to the toilet before the match starts".

I need to splash some cold water on my face. I can't spend my days acting like this because he's here now.

"Salut, ma belle" (hello, my beautiful).

"You don't answer any of my messages for days and now you come here and call me pretty names? Not very nice, is it?"

"I didn't want to talk to you on the phone but in person".

"Why?", I say, noticing I'm moving closer to him. Damn it! It's like he has a magnet.

"Because I love seeing the way you blush whenever we are together. You're adorable".

"I'm going back with my friends".