Pride of the Parish

Piltover and Zaun had been rivals since the dawn of time, since anyone can remember, since before the river that seperated them had even ever been bridged.What once was a brutal and bloody rivalry has watered down over the years, murder became illegal, pillages became less common.But hurling matches increased tenfold.Naturally, the star players on both sides despise each other.Or do they?—Aka obscure sport fic, aka rural Ireland setting, aka enemies to lovers to secretly dating, aka purely self indulgent don’t mind me

welcome to my obscure irish sport/culture fic!!no one will understand it but my brain was itching and I needed to scratch it. a few notes to start, hurley = stick, sliotar = ball (usually white in formal games with a black/dark brown grip on the edge of it - google it), a goal (in the net, under the cross bar) is worth three points, and a point (between tall posts over the crossbar) is worth 1 point. Games are 45 minutes a half (it’s coed cause i said so because there aren’t enough characters to have them different genders even though GAA in ireland is famously not coed men’s games are 45 mins a half, women’s are 30 at minor level), truthfully, county finals aren’t the biggest thing you can win in GAA but for the sake of this fic it is (GAA = Gaelic Athletic Association)