Sport, Marcus/Katie
The rush came upon him as he took to the air, the deafening cheers and blinding lights swallowing him into the game. It was the second game of the season and he wanted to dominate, to crush this team so badly that the rest of the League would sweat when their names appeared next to the Falcon’s on the line-up. His first year as Captain and he was going to take them all the way to the Cup. Merlin help anyone in his path.
Things went well for the first few minutes. He made an impressive show of snatching the quaffle and making a quick score in the first minute. Crashing into the opposing Chaser hard enough to send her spiraling out of control was pure intimidation. He needed to set the example for the team after all. No coddling girls.
They wanted to be treated equally then you hit them just as hard as you would a fifteen stone male. If they broke a few bones they could trot themselves off the field to the healers and then to the kitchen, where they belonged. Marcus made sure to make his opinion known in the locker room before the game. Loudly.
Of course he was fouled for blatching but that was to be expected. A preemptive bribe guaranteed that he would receive more warnings than timeouts this game so he wasn’t that concerned.
No, Marcus Flint was on top of the world when he retrieved the quaffle yet again and made his way to the rings. He had no concerns, especially not with facing the Holyhead Harpies.
Until he suddenly felt the quaffle wrenched from his hands and felt the back of his broom nearly jerk out from under him. He only recognized a flash of blonde and green before his brain caught up and had him turning, reaching to grab something, anything, but she was already gone. He heard the crowd cheer over the announcer’s voice proclaiming her goal and found he couldn’t stop staring.
Long blonde hair tied back in a braid and looking practically indecent in skimpy green robes- there she was with a smug smile and wicked blue eyes. Little Katie Bell.
But not so little anymore, oh no.
She took advantage of the lull in the game to circle a victory lap, making sure to fly close enough to him so he felt the wind on his face and the movement of his hair. Blue eyes met his and he saw his earlier thoughts on her face. This is my game. This is my win. I. Will. Take. You. Down.
“Sorry, Flint, but just because we were school peers doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.” Katie tossed out, her arrogant laughter fading under the din of the crowd.
Marcus paused for a moment, watching her fly away with narrowed eyes, and was intensely aware of his breathing, the tightening of his muscles, and the response in his gut. The adrenaline rush was coming back on him and this time it was mixed with something more- something a little more potent. A fierce looking grin stole across his face.
When he took chase after her, it wasn’t just for the quaffle, but it wouldn’t stop him from winning.
Merlin, he loved this sport.
Things went well for the first few minutes. He made an impressive show of snatching the quaffle and making a quick score in the first minute. Crashing into the opposing Chaser hard enough to send her spiraling out of control was pure intimidation. He needed to set the example for the team after all. No coddling girls.
They wanted to be treated equally then you hit them just as hard as you would a fifteen stone male. If they broke a few bones they could trot themselves off the field to the healers and then to the kitchen, where they belonged. Marcus made sure to make his opinion known in the locker room before the game. Loudly.
Of course he was fouled for blatching but that was to be expected. A preemptive bribe guaranteed that he would receive more warnings than timeouts this game so he wasn’t that concerned.
No, Marcus Flint was on top of the world when he retrieved the quaffle yet again and made his way to the rings. He had no concerns, especially not with facing the Holyhead Harpies.
Until he suddenly felt the quaffle wrenched from his hands and felt the back of his broom nearly jerk out from under him. He only recognized a flash of blonde and green before his brain caught up and had him turning, reaching to grab something, anything, but she was already gone. He heard the crowd cheer over the announcer’s voice proclaiming her goal and found he couldn’t stop staring.
Long blonde hair tied back in a braid and looking practically indecent in skimpy green robes- there she was with a smug smile and wicked blue eyes. Little Katie Bell.
But not so little anymore, oh no.
She took advantage of the lull in the game to circle a victory lap, making sure to fly close enough to him so he felt the wind on his face and the movement of his hair. Blue eyes met his and he saw his earlier thoughts on her face. This is my game. This is my win. I. Will. Take. You. Down.
“Sorry, Flint, but just because we were school peers doesn’t mean I’ll go easy on you.” Katie tossed out, her arrogant laughter fading under the din of the crowd.
Marcus paused for a moment, watching her fly away with narrowed eyes, and was intensely aware of his breathing, the tightening of his muscles, and the response in his gut. The adrenaline rush was coming back on him and this time it was mixed with something more- something a little more potent. A fierce looking grin stole across his face.
When he took chase after her, it wasn’t just for the quaffle, but it wouldn’t stop him from winning.
Merlin, he loved this sport.