FIC: What's in a Name?
Title: What’s in a Name?
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood
Prompt: #51- Humor
Word Count: 462
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Basically a short little funny story about the boys giving each other a hard time (like normal).
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Not my boys, but I wish they were
Oliver was lying on his back in the cool grass by the lake. The trees there provided the perfect shady spot to read and study at. The warm summer sun beat down and he wiggled his toes in the cold blades of perfectly green grass. The end of the school year was fast approaching and Oliver knew he should be studying, but there were much more important things to do.
“You should see the new quidditch broom they just came out with Oli.” Marcus Flint was seated at the base of the huge tree. He leaned against the massive trunk; eyes closed talking to Oliver about quidditch.
If there was anything comparable to playing quidditch it was talking about quidditch. This is how it all started. Driving away their friends with the constant barrage of plays, tactics and incite they found they had only each other to turn to if they wanted to converse about the sport.
“Toss me your quidditch book would ya Wood?”
Oliver lifted his head slightly to search for his copy of Quidditch Throughout the Ages. He located it by his left leg and tossed it over to Flint.
Marcus began to thumb through the pages. “Geeze, how can you read this with so much scribbling on the pages?
“That’s not scribbling,” Oliver chimed in defensively. “Those are marks I have made…. you know, to highlight important things or write down ideas I had.”
Flint laughed slightly shaking his head as he looked at the tattered book. “And what does this say right here….. it’s all smudged… prop…. property of…. O… what the hell does this say?
Oliver reached out and snatched the book from Marcus’ hand. “It says: Property of O.W.”
“O.W.?” Flint asked perplexed.
Oliver rolled his eyes. “They are my initials Flint.”
The corner of Marcus’ mouth turned up into a smirk. “Your initials are ow…. like the sound you make when someone hurts you?”
Oliver turned his head towards the other boy. It was obvious Oliver was not amused in the least.
“You know,” Marcus continued. “Short for ouch… like, ow that hurt!” He laughed at little as Oliver sent the book flying towards the other boys head.
“Laugh it up Flint.”
“Ow… like…like… the sound you made when I sent that bludger at you and you feel off your broom?”
Oliver was finding this conversation suddenly less enjoyable. Flint continued on.
“Ow like…”
“Like what you will yell when I come over there and shut you up with my fist.” Oliver interjected.
“Fine fine,” Marcus still held a wicked smile on his face. “Whatever you say ow.”
Oliver raised one eyebrow as he shot Marcus a look. “You know Flint, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that your initials stand for mother fucker.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood
Prompt: #51- Humor
Word Count: 462
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Basically a short little funny story about the boys giving each other a hard time (like normal).
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Not my boys, but I wish they were
Oliver was lying on his back in the cool grass by the lake. The trees there provided the perfect shady spot to read and study at. The warm summer sun beat down and he wiggled his toes in the cold blades of perfectly green grass. The end of the school year was fast approaching and Oliver knew he should be studying, but there were much more important things to do.
“You should see the new quidditch broom they just came out with Oli.” Marcus Flint was seated at the base of the huge tree. He leaned against the massive trunk; eyes closed talking to Oliver about quidditch.
If there was anything comparable to playing quidditch it was talking about quidditch. This is how it all started. Driving away their friends with the constant barrage of plays, tactics and incite they found they had only each other to turn to if they wanted to converse about the sport.
“Toss me your quidditch book would ya Wood?”
Oliver lifted his head slightly to search for his copy of Quidditch Throughout the Ages. He located it by his left leg and tossed it over to Flint.
Marcus began to thumb through the pages. “Geeze, how can you read this with so much scribbling on the pages?
“That’s not scribbling,” Oliver chimed in defensively. “Those are marks I have made…. you know, to highlight important things or write down ideas I had.”
Flint laughed slightly shaking his head as he looked at the tattered book. “And what does this say right here….. it’s all smudged… prop…. property of…. O… what the hell does this say?
Oliver reached out and snatched the book from Marcus’ hand. “It says: Property of O.W.”
“O.W.?” Flint asked perplexed.
Oliver rolled his eyes. “They are my initials Flint.”
The corner of Marcus’ mouth turned up into a smirk. “Your initials are ow…. like the sound you make when someone hurts you?”
Oliver turned his head towards the other boy. It was obvious Oliver was not amused in the least.
“You know,” Marcus continued. “Short for ouch… like, ow that hurt!” He laughed at little as Oliver sent the book flying towards the other boys head.
“Laugh it up Flint.”
“Ow… like…like… the sound you made when I sent that bludger at you and you feel off your broom?”
Oliver was finding this conversation suddenly less enjoyable. Flint continued on.
“Ow like…”
“Like what you will yell when I come over there and shut you up with my fist.” Oliver interjected.
“Fine fine,” Marcus still held a wicked smile on his face. “Whatever you say ow.”
Oliver raised one eyebrow as he shot Marcus a look. “You know Flint, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that your initials stand for mother fucker.”