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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
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Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 2, 2024 20:13:28 GMT -8
It hadn't been a week since their mixer turned disaster when Olivia dumped her drink on her teammate. The story ran the next day, complete with the entire moment plastered on the page. And if that wasn't bad enough, someone came forward to the press by the end of that week with photo evidence of a romantic summer night. Then it was Olivia and Sawyer: Lovers Quarrel? Practice had not been fun all week, but it was even worse after that particular story was printed.
It was Saturday evening and Sawyer was hogging the Quaffle. Olivia leaned forward on her broom to catch up to him, steering so she could get in close and body check him, trying to get him to let go of the damned thing. He threw her the dirtiest look he could possibly muster and zoomed a little faster. She pushed forward, ready to bump against him again, when he suddenly disappeared. The next thing she knew, there was a sickening crack as she was knocked completely off her broom. Pain erupted along her right arm as her body started hurtling to the ground. There was a loud yell and a sudden whooshing as someone flew down to catch her. Olivia cried out as her arm was jostled. Without even looking, she knew that bludger crushed it.
She was lowered to the ground as the rest of her team flew down to join her. Mason was there in a heartbeat, kneeling down beside her. Liv smiled at him through the pain. "It's crushed," she told him. "Not to worry," came Mason's reply. Her Captain pulled out his wand and waved it at her arm, murmuring the incantation. Within moments, her arm was healed up. It still hurt, but she could move it now. Olivia sat up and let Mason help her to stand. Her eyes rose to meet Sawyer's gaze and her expression soured. "You bastard!" she shouted at him, but Mason was quick to stand between the two of them. Liv stopped moving forward as the Captain held his hands out to both of them. "Whatever is going on between you two needs to sort itself," he said in a deep and serious tone. "Now. Before our next match." Her hands clenched into fists as she stared daggers into Sawyer, her lips pressing together in a tight line. Mason rounded up the rest of the team and left the two of them alone.
"You're a fucking prat," she spat out at him. "No word of warning? You just conveniently move out of the way just in time for the bludger to hit me? Are you trying to kill me?"
Sawyer Rhodes
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Wimbourne Wasps // Chaser
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 3, 2024 11:20:54 GMT -8
The week had been horrible. It started off with a story and picture of Olivia dousing him with her drink. Then another one with them close on a heated dance floor, looking at each other with fiery stares, insinuating that they were a couple. Putrid acid boiled in his stomach, cascading up his throat at the thought of them being a couple. Anything even indicating that they were intimate or could tolerate each other. It made the hairs on the back of neck standing up, remembering the way her lips felt against him, her body pressed flush with his, knowing that he could have been her next victim.
From that moment at the club, Sawyer ignored her even more than normal, especially on the field. He either kept the quaffle to himself or passed to the other Chaser. She was still a rookie, so he justified it that he was doing the team a favor. Well, he was since he had joined them instead of going with a higher offer. During this practice, he hogged the quaffle, not seeing any better avenues to get the ball to the other side of the pitch. Olivia thought differently as she flew next to him, thinking that she even had a chance to get it from him. He gave her a dirty look, seeing a flying bludger tagging along behind her. He veered up, assuming she would follow since she had been on his tail since the beginning of practice. When he looked back, she was falling in the air. Another teammate caught her and they landed.
Mason went to her as Sawyer stayed back, his eyes on the werewolf, knowing that she would heal fine. Her dark and heated stare, much different from the night they had met, met his, immediately fueling her hatred even more as she cursed at him. He rolled his eyes as she moved toward him, Mason getting in her way, demanding that the two of them sort out their issues. There was nothing to sort out in his opinion.
Unfortunately, the Captain steered everyone away, leaving him alone with Olivia. She started right in, berating him. "What?! It's my job to keep you safe now," he exclaimed with an outraged tone. "You've been on my ass all practice! I'm not going to apologize for being better than you." Sawyer didn't acknowledge her outlandish comment. He wasn't trying to get her killed, but he wouldn't say that the world would be better without one less of her kind around.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 3, 2024 12:26:19 GMT -8
If there was one thing that Olivia hated more than being discriminated against, it was being underestimated. She didn't know if he was avoiding her on the pitch because she was a werewolf or because she was a rookie, but she wasn't getting her opportunity to shine and she was pissed about it. But what Olivia hated more than all of that was the fact she could still feel his lips on her and that nothing could quite compare. All she knew was that she shared an unforgettable night with him and the next time they saw each other it was like she didn't even exist. She knew now what his problem with her was, but for a long time she didn't. For a while she had wondered what she had done wrong, but as time went on he revealed his true nature. He was nothing more than a pompous prick with his head so far up his arse he only spewed shit. Now she knew he was a bigoted prick.
"Nice job, Sawyer," she said sardonically, slowly clapping her hands together. "You did a real fine job of keeping me safe back there." Her face contorted into an expression of contempt as she rolled her eyes at him. "I wouldn't have been on your ass if you just fucking passed to me!" A sharp laugh fell out of her as he implied he was better than her. "Better than me?" Her feet carried her forward until she was face to face with him, a dangerous glint in her dark eyes. "I got drafted right out of school as a werewolf. Just because you're too blind to see my talent doesn't mean it's not there." She was getting worked up now, the anger surging through her. "You didn't even give me a chance!" No way was Olivia Moretti going to pout in front of him, but she wanted to. Here she was supposed to be making her grand debut in the professional world and she was being forced to take the backseat while this self-important prat hogged all the glory for himself.
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Wimbourne Wasps // Chaser
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 3, 2024 15:48:44 GMT -8
"I'm not your dad or your babysitter! Look after yourself on the field. I don't get paid extra to do it for you," he retorted back. She had claimed that she was a "damn good" Chaser when they first met. She had some talent, but had a lot of growing to do, especially not blaming a teammate for her mistake. Then she made the remark that he should have passed to her. He scoffed at the comment. "If I have an open path, why would I pass," he asked rhetorically; however, knowing Olivia, she would still fucking answer.
His gaze stayed on her firmly as she moved in front of him. The dangerous glint that flashed in her eyes was vastly different from July. The danger of keep their hands off of each other. The same danger was there, but it was to keep them from killing the other. "You're not the only one to get drafted right out of school," he reminded her. She might have been a werewolf, but he read up on her, learning that she had come from privilege. Sawyer made something of himself, worked from the ground up.
He hated that she was standing this close to him, calling him out like he was the problem. It was her. She was the monster that he had to work with. Through gritted teeth, he ground out, "The only talent you have is not murdering someone whenever you leave the house."
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 3, 2024 17:08:11 GMT -8
Olivia had never gasped so loud in her life. "Fuck you!" Ugh, the absolute nerve of him! She decided right then and there that he was the absolute worst. Worse than Clark Carter, worse than Jackson Davies, worse than any of those fucking anti-creature zealots that said nasty things about her. Her dark eyes were as hard as diamonds and they were boring right into him. Her nostrils were flaring as the white hot flash of her anger burned her up inside. She didn't say a damn thing at his rhetorical question, but her hands clenched so tight her knuckles were stark white. Her fingers twitched for her wand, but she thankfully had the forethought to ditch that idea. Hexing your teammate was a lot worse than spilling a drink on them.
"Oh, right," she said with venom-soaked words, offering the fakest expression of surprise. "Sawyer Rhodes - the boy who rose up from nothing now has it all." She waved her hands in the air as she spoke, like she was telling a story. "It's a shame that he has to work beside a beast," Olivia sneered at him and nudged his shoulder hard. "I have no fucking idea what I ever saw in you." He wanted a monster, well now she was going to show him one.
Then he said something that Liv was not expecting. Laughter poured out of her and she took a step back, clapping her hands together as she brought them to her lips. "Wow. I've known some crazy people in my life, but I think you have to be the craziest." Her expression turned to steel within a second. "The only murderous urges I feel are the ones I'm feeling now for you. You've got some fucked up, warped, bullshit view on werewolves and, frankly, I'd say that's not my problem but here you are making it mine." Olivia stepped forward again and jabbed him in the sternum with her two fingers. "I brew my own Wolfsbane potion every month, I've never missed a night of it, and I've never hurt someone. So quit treating me like I'm some monster because I'm not." She leaned back onto her heels and narrowed her eyes. "The only monster I see here is you."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 3, 2024 17:39:12 GMT -8
She was being facetious, but her words were right. That was his story. He came from a broke family who hadn't even been able to afford to send him to boarding school. He had only been allowed to go due to a scholarship. When he first started playing Quidditch, he had to use a school broom. The wizard worked all summer to afford even a used broom. The worst part of his life now was that he had to play with a murdering beast. "Glad you finally see if from my point of view," he remarked.
He couldn't help but give her devious smirk after she shoved him. It was either that or snap. "We both know what you saw in me, Liv," he replied, calling her by her nickname that she had introduced herself as, before she had lied to him, showed him a false side of her.
Olivia jabbed him in his chest, spewing some shit about how she was the most perfect werewolf. Never hurting anyone and taking her potion like a good girl. "You can say all this shit that you want, but all it takes is missing one dose, and all of that goes out the window," he practically shouted, jabbing her back in the chest. "You can think I'm the monster all you want, but I don't need a potion to keep me human," he ground out.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 3, 2024 17:55:39 GMT -8
All Olivia could do was scoff at his remarks, her displeasure written so very clearly on her face. He was smirking at her and she could feel her blood boil in response. "Don't act like I was the only one feeling anything," she snipped at him. There was no way he didn't feel what she felt that night. It was so intense, so... passionate. And all of this is because she's a werewolf? God, she felt sick to her stomach.
He jabbed her back and shouted at her and Liv stood her ground, her eyes narrowing to slits as she stared at him. Without realizing it, she had moved a little forward, getting closer to him. "Do you think I wanted this?" she hissed. "You have no idea what I had been through; how I wished that fucking werewolf had finished the job instead of leaving me like this." Despite herself, tears had started to form in her eyes, an overwhelming sadness washing over her. She was not going to cry in front of him. "But one day I realized that I can't fucking change what happened no matter how much I want to and I learned to just accept this is my life now. I'm only a monster if I make myself one."
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 3, 2024 18:19:29 GMT -8
He had replayed that night so many times over and over as the months passed, whenever he saw Olivia. The night had been so easy, so electric, heated, passionate. That woman was someone that Sawyer had wanted to keep getting to know, trail his hands over his desirable body, the sexy confidence. Then he found out that she was a werewolf, half of a human, something that had stolen his friend's young life. Logically, he knew that Olivia wasn't the one to take Spencer's life, but all wild monsters were the same. When he had seen Liv on the field, finding out that she was the werewolf, he felt physically ill, acid had risen in his throat. He recalled it clearly. It was all a sick joke. "That was before I found out everything about you was a lie," he spat out, anger laced in his words.
She moved even closer. It would have been so easy to kiss her, the past her, the one who he thought he had met. Now, just being this closer to her made him on edge, ready for her to attack and for him to defend himself. "They would have done you and the world a favor for killing you. It would have been safer with one less monster roaming around," he sneered. He noticed the tears, weak compared to the strong persona she put on. "You'll always be a monster, no matter what you tell yourself," Sawyer stated firmly before stepping away from her.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 3, 2024 18:33:46 GMT -8
"A lie?" Her eyebrows raised dramatically. "So, I didn't share that I was a werewolf but what part of it was a lie?" Did he really think that she faked it? For what fucking reason would she? Where was he getting these outlandish ideas from? She was still a fucking person.
He started speaking again and her expression was wiped from her face. Without thinking twice about it, Olivia moved to slap him across the face. Her body was trembling as the anger washed over her. "How dare you?" Her voice was dangerously low. She shoved him away from her. "I - I -" she stammered, getting herself worked up. "I fucking hate you!"
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Wimbourne Wasps // Chaser
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Post by Sawyer Rhodes on Mar 3, 2024 18:59:47 GMT -8
He didn't dignify her question with an answer. His hands had traced the curves of her body, craving it, not knowing what hid underneath her skin. That was the lie. Everything about it was a lie. Sawyer was glad that it didn't go further that night. He didn't know how he would have been able to look himself in the mirror if he had gone inside her flat, traced his lips and hands over her bare flesh.
His head was forced to the side as her hand made contact with his face. The slap echoing on the field. His hand moved to his face, rubbing the stinging skin. A bright, red mark would be clear as day on his face, and he would have to answer Mason's questions. That was if he went back into the locker room. Sawyer had already been over the week, but this was the icing on the cake. Turning his gaze back to Olivia, he replied, "The feeling is mutual," before turning and walking away from her.
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