FIC: I need this (Marcus/Oliver)
Title: I need this
Character(s): Marcus/Oliver
Prompt: if you wanted honesty
Rating: PG
Word Count: 413
Summary: Marcus' POV on that night behind the broom shed.
Author's Notes: I don't own them... only playing. Please read and review.
I wait for you, like I always do. Drag you behind the broom shed and make you remember who really reigns at quidditch. If I can’t beat you on the pitch then I can beat you with my words and fists.
You know how this works Wood: I fight you, you fight back, end of story. So why don’t you fight back anymore. Don’t you know that everything between us is a game, it’s how we function? Everything is a game and I have to win…always. But if you stop playing… you can’t stop playing; it’s just not in my rules. Come on Wood, Gryffindors are not supposed to give up.
You can’t give up because…well, if you want to know, honestly…I am nothing without you… deep, vast, empty nothing. I don’t fit anywhere. Not at Hogwarts, not at home, not anywhere... except the pitch.
Look, all I know is that there are only two constants in my life: quidditch and you. God, they are so melded together in my mind that it’s hard for me to remember where one ends and the other begins. You are quidditch to me. The highs and lows, the ups the downs… I rise a fall with you. It’s like you have given up on what makes us…us. I feel like I have lost you. Lost you and I didn’t even know I had you.
You have to get up and fight back because it’s you and me and I am nothing without you. I will make you understand that I am nothing without you.
As my hand makes contact with your face I can feel everything inside of me snap and I yell for both of us, fight for both of us, hit for both of us and I don’t know if I am fighting for the game, for quidditch or for you anymore. And when you still don’t fight back I know I’ve lost you.
I don’t have the mind for this, I don’t have the body for this, I don’t have the soul for this anymore… all I can do is walk away. I have nothing without you…except for my own collapse. The downfall of my own personal empire built out of lies, fights and house rivalries. I can feel myself start to break as I walk back to the castle with nothing but the moonlight to hide me.
But don’t worry about me Wood, I’ll be fine. It only hurts when I breath.
Character(s): Marcus/Oliver
Prompt: if you wanted honesty
Rating: PG
Word Count: 413
Summary: Marcus' POV on that night behind the broom shed.
Author's Notes: I don't own them... only playing. Please read and review.
I wait for you, like I always do. Drag you behind the broom shed and make you remember who really reigns at quidditch. If I can’t beat you on the pitch then I can beat you with my words and fists.
You know how this works Wood: I fight you, you fight back, end of story. So why don’t you fight back anymore. Don’t you know that everything between us is a game, it’s how we function? Everything is a game and I have to win…always. But if you stop playing… you can’t stop playing; it’s just not in my rules. Come on Wood, Gryffindors are not supposed to give up.
You can’t give up because…well, if you want to know, honestly…I am nothing without you… deep, vast, empty nothing. I don’t fit anywhere. Not at Hogwarts, not at home, not anywhere... except the pitch.
Look, all I know is that there are only two constants in my life: quidditch and you. God, they are so melded together in my mind that it’s hard for me to remember where one ends and the other begins. You are quidditch to me. The highs and lows, the ups the downs… I rise a fall with you. It’s like you have given up on what makes us…us. I feel like I have lost you. Lost you and I didn’t even know I had you.
You have to get up and fight back because it’s you and me and I am nothing without you. I will make you understand that I am nothing without you.
As my hand makes contact with your face I can feel everything inside of me snap and I yell for both of us, fight for both of us, hit for both of us and I don’t know if I am fighting for the game, for quidditch or for you anymore. And when you still don’t fight back I know I’ve lost you.
I don’t have the mind for this, I don’t have the body for this, I don’t have the soul for this anymore… all I can do is walk away. I have nothing without you…except for my own collapse. The downfall of my own personal empire built out of lies, fights and house rivalries. I can feel myself start to break as I walk back to the castle with nothing but the moonlight to hide me.
But don’t worry about me Wood, I’ll be fine. It only hurts when I breath.