#derrick x spinnet

[raviliuz]

The Emergency

Slytherin Quidditch Team created something called "emergency". They were friends more than just teammates and it was a friends thing not something related to quidditch

Basically, if anyone needs them because of an important cause, they go to him. Just like that. Emergency was the sacred rule for them. It's not like they wouldn't help each other normally but Emergency was something more than that, you could be sure they would all be there in five minutes no matters what. Even the thought of it was kinda resurating

All of them had muggle landline phones in their houses. They had seen it for the first time at Warringtons' house. Mr Warrington's a muggle and of course, he had had a phone. The boys had thought its actually a really good idea to be able to contact like that.

And yeah, an emergency is sacred. All of them have used it at least once.

Marcus called an emergency to talk about not passing the class and cutting contacts with the family.

Derrick called an emergency after his and Alicia's biggest argument.

Adrian called an emergency when he told Terence about his feelings and Terence's only answer was "what... But i... Your my little brother" (that emergency excluded Terence for obvious reasons)

Montague called an emergency after spending three days in Vanishing Cabinet, dude was traumatized.

And Cassius did call an emergency after falling in love with Ernie and fucking it all up

And they all were there for them. Sometimes only as faces in fire (fucking Hogwarts security) but they were. Always

[anendofeverything]

Green and Red Make Gold

Part One of the When a Snake Loves a Lion series

Read on AO3

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Chapter Five

April 1994

Marcus spent the next week agonising about how to tell Oliver his feelings. Ollie was single, he’d been single the entire time Marcus had assumed he was dating Weasley. He wasn’t. They were friends. Best friends sure, but just friends.

“Ollie’s my best friend.”

“I love him, sure, but I’m not in love with him.”

Marcus had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he’d barely noticed that he’d been blanking Oliver. He hadn’t restigered the worried looks Ollie had shot at him, the concerned ones from Adrian, or the frustrated ones from Montague.

“Ollie’s my best friend.”

“I’m not in love with him.”

Not. In. Love.

A loud knock startled Marcus out of his daydreaming. He was sat in the Quidditch Captain’s office, in the same comfy armchair he’d been in when he had that conversation with Oliver back in January. Marcus didn’t say anything, just sunk further into the armchair, curling in on himself, which was difficult considering he was six foot. The door opened and Marcus ducked his head as Oliver entered the room.

“Hey, Marcus.” Ollie said softly, as if he was trying to not spook him. “Thought I might find you here.”

Marcus didn’t reply, trying to shrink even further into himself.

“You’ve been ignoring me, Marcus. Why?”

Marcus only shrugged, still not being able to look at the other wizard.

“Have I done something wrong? Did I say anything to upset you? Did I hurt you? Marcus, please.”

Oliver’s voice was small, pained, and when Marcus looked up he saw how Oliver was trying to steel himself so he wouldn’t start crying.

“Shit.” Marcus shot up in an instant. “Ollie… Ollie, you haven’t done anything wrong, okay? I swear.”

“Then why- Why have you been ignoring me? Why- Why act like- Like- Like before, Marcus?” Ollie was shaking now, and he wrapped his arms around himself.

Oh God, oh God, oh God, you fucking idiot Marcus!

Marcus pulled Ollie into his arms, resting his chin on the Keeper’s head. “I’ve been dealing with some stuff. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“You could’ve talked to me.” Oliver said, muffled by Marcus’ shirt.

“Ollie, mate, you know how bad I am at talking about my feelings.” Marcus sighed. “But I owe you the truth at least.”

“Okay.” Oliver pulled back from the hug, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve of one of those ridiculously adorable jumpers that he favoured. “Spill.”

Marcus took a deep breath and sat back down in the comfy armchair, Oliver sitting in the other one.

“I guess everything started back in December, just before the holidays, and I thought something was going on when it wasn’t.” Marcus drummed on his knee idly.

“What did you think was happening?” Oliver prompted gently.

“I thought you were seeing someone. I thought- you and Weasley…” Marcus trailed off, embarrassed.

Now he knew for definite that Ollie and Weasley were just friends, best friends, he felt idiotic for assuming otherwise.

“Me and- Percy?” Oliver’s eyes widened. “You thought-”

“I know, Ollie, alright?” Marcus scowled. “Don’t laugh at me.”

Oliver shook his head. “I’m not. Percy’s my best friend. Besides, he’s dating- Um…”

“Montague, I know.” Marcus sighed. “I saw them kissing, and because I thought you were already dating Weasley, I made the assumption they were having an affair. When they weren’t. I agonised over how to tell you, I didn’t think you knew, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t know how to, Ollie. ‘M a fucking coward.”

“You were scared.” Oliver clarified.

“I suppose.”

“Of what?”

“Hurting you.” Marcus whispered. “I didn’t want to be the one to tell you that, you know? I- I wasn’t sure if you’d even believe me, and these last few months have been great. Not having to pretend to hate you. ‘Cause I don’t, Ollie. I don’t hate you. I can’t hate you.”

“Marc, w-what are you saying?”

Marcus reached out, nervously taking Oliver’s hand in his own, making the younger man’s breath hitch. “O-Ollie… I- I- I- My father, Ollie, I just-”

Oliver laced their fingers together in silent support, squeezing the Slytherin’s hand. Marcus swallowed, and finally glanced up at Oliver, who smiled gently.

“I love you, Oliver Wood.” Marcus finally, finally admitted. He finally said the words he had been petrified to say for months. “I’m in love with you.”

Oliver’s smile brightened, and he took Marcus’ other hand. “I love you too, Marcus Flint.”

Marcus sighed, relieved, and looked at their joined hands, letting out a half laugh, half sob. “I’m an idiot, Ollie. I wasted so much time, I-”

“Oh, love,” Oliver stood up and sat himself on the arm of Marcus’ chair. “Marcus, it’s okay. We got there. So it took a little time - so what? We made it and I have no intentions of letting you go. I love you.”

“I’m never gonna tire of hearing you say that.” Marcus declared. “I love you too.”

“Good.” Oliver beamed. “‘Cause I’m a Keeper, Marcus.”

“Your puns are awful.” Marcus chuckled, pulling the Gryffindor onto his lap.

“How many people will give us shit, you reckon? When they find out?” Oliver smirked.

Marcus scoffed. “Dunno babe, all of them?”

Oliver’s eyes lit up. “Babe?”

“W-Well- I mean- I d-don’t have to c-call you that.”

“Marcus, love.” Oliver cupped his face. “Shut up.”

Oliver leant down, his breath ghosting over Marcus’ mouth, their lips brushing against each other. Marcus gasped, his hand finding Oliver’s neck, leaning up and kissing the other man. Oliver whimpered, which only made Marcus pull him closer.

“I love you.” Marcus said against Oliver’s mouth. “I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Oliver rearranged himself, so his head rested against Marcus’ chest, the rest of his body sprawled over Marcus. The Slytherin Captain wrapped his arms around Oliver, kissing the top of his head.

“Pucey’s gonna go mental, you know that right?” Oliver chuckled.

“Weasley will give you shit, too, y’know?”

“They all will.” Oliver snuggled further into Marcus’ chest.

“Dear Merlin, Ollie, you’re like a cat.” Marcus laughed.

“I am not like a cat!” Oliver hissed.

“Yeah. right.”

“Not another word.”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

—

The next morning saw Marcus and Oliver sat together, which wasn’t odd in and off itself, but they chose the Gryffindor table, bringing with them Adrian, Higgs, Warrington and Montague. Bell and Spinnet instantly moved to sit opposite Adrian and Higgs, with Johnson sitting in between Spinnet and Oliver. Weasley - Marcus was going to have a call him Percy, now, wasn’t he? - sat next to Montague, and Potter rushed over to claim the seat next to Warrington, eagerly dragging Granger with him.

“Braving the Lion’s den, Flint?” Potter grinned.

“I suppose so, Potter.” Marcus sighed dramatically. “For this idiot.”

“Hey!” Oliver protested. “It was your idea to sit here. I just followed you because you’d sulk if I didn’t.”

“Whatever you say babe.” Marcus chuckled, adding eggs and toast to his plate.

He glanced at Oliver, who was blushing, and noticed the silence surrounding their section of the table.

“What?” he said around a mouthful of toast.

“Babe?” Adrian’s eyes lit up, and Marcus realised everyone was grinning, even Percy and Granger.

“Oh.” Marcus took a deep breath and laced his fingers with Oliver’s. “Me and Ollie are dating now.”

“Finally!” Higgs cheered.

“Took you long enough.” Warrington added.

“I was honestly close to locking the pair of you two in the Captain’s office.” Johnson admitted.

“Oi, Johnson, we can still do that.” Montague grinned mischievously. “At least one of them will need some comfort after the Quidditch final.”

“Montague, I like your style.”

“Thanks, J- Ow!” Montague turned to Percy. “What was that for?”

“Behave, Graham.” Percy sniffed. “They are children present.”

“Graham?” Potter asked. “Since when did you call Montague by his first name?”

“Flint and Oliver do.” Granger pointed out. “As do you and Warrington.”

“The only reason Flint and Oliver did it was because they were-” Potter’s eyes widened. “No. No way.”

“What?” Granger looked between Potter and Percy. “Harry!”

“You- You- You and Montague?” Potter stuttered.

Percy blushed. “I, um, I mean-”

Montague sighed and wrapped his arm around Percy’s waist. “They were going to find out sooner or later, Percy.”

“Not like this!”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Bell frowned.

“Yeah, explain it for those of us not in the loop.” Spinnet added.

“M-Myself and Graham are- Are-”

“We’re dating.” Montague said. “Me and Percy. We’re a couple.”

“Since when?” Adrian demanded.

“October.” Percy muttered.

“What?”

“Oh, calm down, Ade.” Warrington rolled his eyes. “It’s really not that surprising.”

“You knew?!”

Warrington scoffed. “You think I couldn’t see my best friend falling for Weasley?”

“I knew too.” Oliver piped up. “I caught them once. In my bed.”

“Oliver!” Percy shrieked.

“What-”

“-is going on-”

“-here, dear brother?”

The Weasley twins sat themselves opposite their brother and Montague.

“Why Percy-”

“-are you blushing?”

“Shut up.” Percy hissed. “What do you want?”

“It’s breakfast.” Said one twin.

“That’s what we want.” Said the other.

Percy groaned. “You just want to annoy me.”

“As if we-”

“-would do that.”

“Do you two always do that?” Montague blinked. “The twin talk thing?”

“Yes,” they spoke in unison.

One twin noticed Montague’s arm around Percy’s waist and nudged the other. “Hey Gred. Look. I think Montague likes our Percy.”

“I think you’re right, Forge.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!” Percy yelled. “Graham’s my boyfriend, alright?”

The twins looked at each other and grinned. “We know.”

“We saw you-”

“-and Montague-”

“-snogging in Snape’s classroom.”

Percy blushed deeper and Montague froze.

“Really?” Oliver laughed. “Snape’s classroom? Snape?”

“Oliver’s dating Flint!” Percy blurted.

“Perce!”

“Really?” The twins turned to Oliver and Marcus. “Our Captain-”

“-and Flint?”

They looked at each other once more and again spoke in unison. “Makes sense.”

The twins grinned and turned their attention back to Percy and Montague.

“Those two are gonna give ‘em hell, aren’t they?” Marcus whispered to Oliver.

“Probably.” Oliver answered.

Marcus snorted. “Gets ‘em off our backs at least.”

“Probably.” Oliver chuckled, looking at their group of friends.

Bell, Spinnet, Johnson, Adrian and Higgs were talking about Quidditch plays. Warrington was discussing Defence Against the Dark Arts with Potter and Granger, and how he was relieved to have a competent professor for his O.W.L. year.

“Warrington’s got a point.” Marcus murmured. “Having Lupin as a teacher is gonna make all the difference to me passing my Defence Against the Dark Arts N.E.W.T. exam - I’m surprised anyone passed last year with Lockhart.”

“Whatever you say, love.” Oliver grinned.

“Arse.” Marcus stabbed at the eggs on his plate.

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“‘Course I do, Ollie.” Marcus whispered. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Oliver leant into him.

(Marcus wasn’t blushing, fuck you.)

“Hey, Marc? Is that your Beater talking to Diggory?”

“Eh?”

Marcus looked up and saw that Derrick was standing by Cedric Diggory, the Slytherin green of his robes standing out amongst a sea of Hufflepuff yellow. Diggory was sat with two of the Hufflepuff Chasers, Heidi Macavoy and Tamsin Applebee, and the team Keeper, Herbert Fleet. Derrick was blushing fiercely, talking quietly so only Diggory could hear him, and the Hufflepuff Captain was smiling so brightly that it almost looked fake.

Almost.

Diggory took Derrick’s hand, which silenced the Slytherin Beater, and pulled him down to sit next to him, making Macavoy move which she didn’t look happy about. Diggory whispered something to Derrick, which made him duck his head shyly, and Macavoy’s eyes practically bulged out of her skull when Diggory started making up a plate for Derrick and poured him a cup of tea.

“Are those two… Are they together?” Oliver murmured in his boyfriend’s ear.

“I don’t know.” Marcus answered truthfully. “I know they’re mates at least, and Derrick’s been crushing on Diggory all year.”

“They look more than friendly, Marcus.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Macavoy looks pissed though, see the way she’s glaring at my Beater? Stuck up b-”

“Love.” Oliver kissed Marcus’ cheek. “Look at Diggory. He’s glaring back at her. Sure he likes Derrick back.”

“I hope so.” Marcus sighed, looking at how Diggory was now cheerfully engaging Derrick in conversation, without a care as to how odd it may look. Applebee and Fleet were trying to distract Macavoy from sulking.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake!”

“What?” Marcus looked to where Oliver was. “Fuck.”

Malfoy had approached the Hufflepuff table, with Parkinson in tow, and he spoke so loudly that the rest of the hall could hear.

“Derrick, what on earth are you playing at? Consorting with Diggory? I thought you had better taste.”

“Piss off, Malfoy.” Derrick frowned. “Why do you care who I sit with?”

“Flint, Warrington and Montague have already lowered themselves to friendly with Gryffindors.” Malfoy sniffed. “I’d hate for you to lower it further.”

Derrick’s face twisted in anger. “How dare you, you arrogant little sh-”

“Peregrine.” Diggory interrupted. “It’s alright.”

“Like hell it is!” Derrick yelled.

Diggory placed a comforting hand on Derrick’s shoulder and turned to Malfoy. “What’s your point here, Malfoy? You wanted to stir a little trouble? Cause a scene?”

Malfoy scowled. “I think he can find better people to spend his time with, that’s all, Diggory.”

“Cedric is better than you.” Derrick said. “He’s funny and charming and intelligent, and you think you’re better than everyone else and you ain’t.”

“Defending your boyfriend?” Parkinson sneered mockingly.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Derrick mumbled.

“Yet.” Diggory grinned. “Saturday will be our first date.”

“What?” Parkinson shrieked. “Seriously?”

Malfoy’s eyes widened in shock. “Does Flint know?”

“Well, I do now.” Marcus spoke up. “And honestly, I don’t really give a damn, as long as Diggory treats him well.”

“Don’t worry, Flint, I intend to.” Diggory smirked and pecked Derrick’s cheek.

Marcus chuckled as Malfoy paled. “Just a heads up, Malfoy, I’m dating Ollie.”

Oliver snuggled closer, waving at Malfoy and Parkinson.

“And I’m dating Percy.” Montague added, and kissed the Head Boy, making Warrington and Potter whoop.

“What the f-”

“Careful, Malfoy.” Montague warned dangerously. “I can always let Higgs play Seeker again for our final match.”

“I’m up for that.” Higgs said cheerfully.

“You’re all mad!” Parkinson shouted. “The lot of you!”

“Miss Parkinson, Mr Malfoy,” McGonagall’s voice echoed across the hall. “Ten points from Slytherin for disturbing your fellow students. Each. And if the pair of you don’t sit back down, I will take more points away and give you both detention.”

Marcus saw Snape shoot McGonagall a filthy look, but Parkinson and Malfoy had already turned back around to the Slytherin table with their tails between their legs.

One twin whistled lowly. “Go McGonagall.”

“Minnie! Minnie! Minnie!” The other twin chanted in a whisper.

Oliver hid his snort in Marcus’ shoulder, and the Slytherin Captain wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, resting his cheek against the Scotsman’s hair. Up at the staff table, Professor Lupin raised his goblet and nodded, smiling kindly.

Well done, he mouthed.

Marcus suddenly wondered about what Lupin had talked about once - the event in his professor’s seventh year - and whether it had something to do with his own love life. Or maybe that of his friends? Lupin had been close friends with James and Lily Potter when they were all students here. Regardless of what Lupin meant, Marcus returned the smile with one of his own, and mouthed back.

Thank you.

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Triwizard Tournament

Okay, we all know how it was. For a whole school year, people from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were doing merlin knows what but definitely not learning nor getting to know people from other schools

But there was an exception. Yes, my Slytherin boys. They hung out with people from both schools

For Beauxbatons:

Terence Higgs is related to Fleur Delacour (which makes him related to Weasleys later but c'mon, he's pureblood, he's related to everyone). Basically, Terence's dad has a younger brother who married Madelyn Delacour - Fleur's aunt from his mother side. They don't have any blood connections but treat each other as cousins.

Terence already ended Hogwart when Triwizard Tournament took place, but Fleur has got to know Adrian and heard a lot about the rest of the boys

So when they landed in Hogwart, she found Adrian, got to know Graham, Cassius, Derrick and Lucian and started hanging out with them. And with Fleur came some of her closest friends

For Durmstrang:

In my Graham Montague headcanons, I mentioned that Cassius Warrington has a family in Bulgaria. His father is from Bulgaria and even though they moved out to London when Mr Warrington was 5 yo, they spend every summer in Bulgaria, bringing Montague with them

You know, while spending every summer in here, they got to know some people, played quidditch with them and made friends

And yeah, some of them came to Hogwart as Durmstrang representation and remember about their British friends

Some of Hogwarts students didn't like that. They were jealous of them and didn't understand why the slytherin quidditch team is the one chosen for others to talk to, not giving a glance at other Hogwarts students.

Oh, and Alicia Spinnet was mad. At that point, she has been already dating Derrick and didn't like all those pretty girls (even half veelas, you mind) near him. Derrick talked to her as soon as he noticed something is not okay (he's a good boyfriend) and made Al sure he likes only her. However, he didn't let it slip that easily and made fun of Alicia because of that when it was already over. She had always claim herself not jealous and didn't understand why Derrick was jealous over some of the gryffindors and then, one pretty girl talked to Derrick and she glanced at them as it would kill

[raviliuz]

✨ PET NAMES ✨

Terence for Adrian - sunflower

He doesnt know why, but he thinks it suits Adrian. And it has became their thing. Once Marcus called Oliver 'sunflower' (u know, he spends too much time with Hucey) and Oliver called it "really fucking weird to be called as Adrian"

Adrian for Terence - love/lover boy

Ade has been in love with Terence for years before they got together so now he tells "love" every time he can. And after they engaged he switched for "fiance" for a moment

Marcus for Oliver - babe

Hes totally babe kind of person. But lets be honest, he usually calls him Wood (eventually Ollie, because Oliver hates it and Flint loves angry Oliver)

Oliver for Marcus - everything that is so cute you wanna throw up, ironicly of course

Yeah... He probably should stay with Flint

Cassius for Ernie - pretty (boy/one)

Well, nothing much to explain, Ernie is pretty. And it makes him blush, which Cassius lover (and in bed "baby boy" is sometimes used, those kinky shits)

Ernie for Cassius - Cass/Cassius

Okay, I know it may looks dumb. But Cassius hates his name and doesnt let anyone use it. Anyone except Ernie, its a privilege

Lucian to all the girls - cutie/dear/honey

He is not the best at making long-term relationship. But he loves flirting with girls and he's handsome and popular, so many girls want to flirt with him. He also has that terrible memory of names so yeah... Honey

Perry Derrick for Alicia Spinnet - everything which is dumb-cute

i love that ship, i made it and im proud mother. And yeah, he would use every single pet name in the world, especially when he wants something. He would be like "please, darling, honey, my love, cupcake, honeybee". It was just too much for Al when he called her his pumpkin pie

And Al usually go with lovebug. She loves Derrick but sometimes he's worse than lice

Graham for Rosemarie - lovebird

Idk why, but i find it cute. No much story here

And Rose would call him fiance then husband, shes excited and in love

Miles for x (i still havent create a girl for him) - darling

Hes a simple man. But when they fight and/or he's mad at her, he changes it to harling (harling is a method of wall finishing, which makes the wall rough textured

No beta, we die like men

Also can anyone explain me why the fuck they say "сыграть свадьбу" in Russia? Google translator literally translate it to "play a wedding", its horrible (it means get married from what i know)

[raviliuz]

A loooong headcanon about Flint — summer before his repeated year

Marcus was sitting in his room and scribbled pointlessly on paper, when the door swung open, hitting the wall.

"Marcus Decker Flint, what the hell is it?" His father screamed, holding a piece of paper.

Marcus grabbed the paper from his grip. NEWTs results and final grades. Including Troll from Potions.

The boy cursed under his breath. He knew that he didn't do well during the Potions exam and this subject had never been his forte. Even a year ago, he had to take some of Potions exams again so Snape could give him Acceptable.

"What is this, Marcus?! This whole Quidditch made you such an idiot?!" Mr Flint shouted again "Is it so hard to pass a fucking class? You have everything on a plate, a job at the Ministry of Magic, do you know how many people dream of such a life?!"

Marcus took a deep breath, but it didn't help to calm him down.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want to be a corporat? I don't want this life."

Exasperated, Mr Flint pushed Marcus away and he bumped into the doorframe. The boy felt a warm liquid running down his face.

The words became screams and thrusts until Marcus felt his cheek stinging painfully. He shook his head in disbelief before being deported from Flint's Manor. The last thing he heard was "you are not my son, just a disappointment."

***

Deporting himself wasn't the smartest idea in Marcus's life, however, there were much worse ones as well.

The boy has never dealt with it very well, so now to a burning cheek and a cut eyebrow, he can add a nosebleed and probably a few bruises that will show up tomorrow.

He got up from the ground, wiped his nose on his sleeve, and walked down the well-trodden path towards a nearby house.

He rang the doorbell and within seconds his best friend appeared in the doorway.

"Hi, Terry. Can I stay a night or a few?"

***

"Oh Merlin, come in, dude" Terence looked really worried as he let his friend in. "Forgive me for not hugging you hello, but you're covered in blood."

Marcus chuckled softly.

"Understand, you like this shirt, don't you?" he commented.

"Terence, who rang the bell?" The boys heard a scream from the living room.

Mrs Higgs stood in the arch that separated the corridor from the main room.

"Marcus, child, what happened to you?" She asked worried "Terry, give him some clothes and I'll make some tea."

"Come on, man, we have to fix you a little."

The boys went up the stairs to Terence's room. The room was spacious, white with black and red furniture and accessories, one wall completely covered with posters of Muggle bands. Elvis Presley's vinyls were proud hung to be seen next to the gramophone.

Terence rummaged in the cupboard, pulled out a plain T-shirt, tossed it at his friend, and went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

"Take your shirt off," he ordered.

Marcus laughed.

"Dude, buy me a dinner first."

"I bought it more than once, take your clothes off,” Terence said, patting his friend on the back.

Flint groaned in pain because he was already certain he would have a bruise there, then began to take off his shirt.

"Sorry," Higgs muttered as he doused the swab with hydrogen peroxide, then placed it on Flint's split eyebrow.

It's not that he's not worried. After all, it's not a common sight when your best friend shows up at your door in the evening, covered in blood and groaning in pain. He just knew Marcus well enough not to push him. When he's ready, he'll say what happened. But his injuries need to be dealt with first.

***

About ten minutes later, all the visible wounds were cleansed, some of them secured with bandages or plasters. Marcus drank a Painkiller Potion and pulled on a T-shirt that was a little too tight for him.

"Hottie," Terence muttered, winking at his friend as he ran gently but tauntingly over his muscles.

Marcus rolled his eyes at Higgs' flirty teasing, but he smiled genuinely. The evening became a little less bad.

"Come on, your mom's waiting with tea."

***

A moment later, the boys were sitting in the Higgs kitchen with Terence's parents, and Marcus was finishing his story.

"My father- Eliah hit me and said I am no longer his son. As if he was doing me a favour," muttered Flint. "So I end up homeless, can I stay here for a few nights before I think of something else?"

"Kiddo," said Mrs Rosalie, tenderly. "You can stay here as long as you like."

"You're always welcome, man," Terence fist-bumped him. "What are you planning to do?"

Marcus paused for a moment, considering the answer.

"I think I'll go back to Hogwarts, improve my exams, think about what I want to do in my life."

Terence knew about his friend's uncertainties. It was clear to everyone that he would start playing Quidditch professionally after Hogwarts was over, especially when the Montrose Magpies contacted him during their last year. But Marcus was afraid of it. He was afraid that by making a hobby a job, which additionally required enormous sacrifices, he would lose his pleasure from doing it. And Marcus wouldn't want to live his life without wanting to play Quidditch.

Everyone took his answer calmly, accepting it fully. The boy loved being at the Higgs' house, the only thing he lacked at the moment was Jasper, Terence's older brother and his older "brother". And their friends.

“Terence, can we call an emergency tomorrow? I think we need to talk to the rest of it about that."

***

The next day at noon, Terence called the rest of the Team. Each of them had a Muggle landline at home, thanks to Warrington — the boy's father is a Muggle, so the phone was a normal thing in his house. Cassius showed it to the others, and they unanimously agreed that it was a much better, and certainly faster, way of communicating than sending owls.

***

As soon as Adrian picked up the phone and Terence told him about the emergency, the boy dropped everything, apologized to his parents for stopping the card game and quickly deported to Higgs' house.

***

Derrick was sitting in his room with Alicia Spinnet, who finally agreed to a date after three years of his efforts. Alicia was the ideal for Derrick, smart, slightly mean and ironic, good at Quidditch. The date was great, there were plenty of topics to talk about, and from what Derrick saw, Alicia liked it too. But when Terence said quick "emergency at mines" on the phone, the boy had no choice.

"Al, I'm having a lot of fun, but friends need me," he said.

"Something happened?"

"They called me to come over so it's important."

The boy was really afraid that Alicia would be offended and that would be the end of their relationship, but she just smiled softly.

"Sure, Perry. Bros before hoes, right? I don't know who needs help, but good luck. And thanks for today, it was really nice" the girl smiled and hugged him goodbye.

"She's a living ideal." thought Derrick dreamily.

"Thanks, Spinnet, see you on the next date" he winked tauntingly at her and they both deported from Derrick's house on their own ways.

***

Half an hour later all eight of them were in Terence's room.

"Perry, shouldn't you be on a date with Spinnet by any chance?" Miles asked before Marcus started talking.

The boy, ashamed, scratched his head.

"Yes, but emergency, right?"

Everyone knew how much Derrick fell in love with Alicia and how long he had waited for this date. Although the girl was Gryffindor and played on the opposite team, they really hoped for his luck in that relationship, even if he is a terrible gossiper and the Gryffindor team would know all their tactics. Anyway, Alicia would fit Slytherin, she admitted that the Sorting Hat had wondered about it (and threatened not to mention it to the Gryffindors).

"I love you, Derrick," Marcus muttered.

"I know" he replied "And now tell me why we are here."

***

"Admit it, you did it on purpose, huh?" Graham said.

The boy was to become the captain of the team after Flint left school. Already in the previous school year, he helped with chores, mainly organizing training, practicing being a captain. Flint would not forgive him for ruining the team's great performance after he ends school.

"Well, another year of doing training and not receiving congratulations after matches," added Montague.

Everyone laughed. Marcus appreciated his friends for the fact that they understood he did not expect sympathy and kind words, and simply their company was enough for him.

"Then think of the Gryffindors," said Lucian.

"Wood is going to burn from rage" Flint chuckled. He loved to upset his younger friend. Okay, maybe a "friend" is a too big word. Flint honestly considered Gryffindor a great player and did not hate him, the boy was just ridiculously funny while furious and Marcus had a special pleasure in driving him crazy.

"If anyone asks you why I'm there again, the official version is that I'm back to piss off Wood," Flint said.

They talked like that for over an hour more. It seems like during the summer holidays they could meet at any time, but collecting all eight of them at once was almost impossible.

Each of them quietly feared how they would act as a Team without Terence there. He was the oldest of them and gave the best advice. Everyone came to him with problems, because he knew how to distance himself from the whole situation and criticize their behaviour if they deserved it, he was honest, not nice. It is important to have someone like that around you. Thanks to Terence, neither of them haven't become narcissistic shits or been thrown out of school.

The Quidditch team works well without Terence. Though Terence was still present in a lot of training to help out. But they were afraid of how they would act as friends without him, and that was much more important to each of them than the game.

Higgs wasn't helping Draco, with whom he did not have the best relationship. It stemmed from the platinum blonde's reluctance to be compared to Higgs over and over again. Draco regretted his father getting involved in accepting him on the team. He really tried, and he wasn't bad, but he was worse than Terence. Everyone reminded him of how he got into the team, and he accidentally heard that Terence was going to leave anyway. However, his teammates never mentioned it. Marcus, as a captain, treated Draco just like the others. Insulted him and made him do more laps on training if he was too focused on stating at Potter to notice the Golden Snitch, but he could as well see when Draco did something well.

And when two Gryffindors were taunting Malfoy, Bole and Warrington reacted quickly and shut down the idiots.

However, Draco didn't consider them his friends, just teammates and both sides accept it. Draco is in their team, but not in the Team with capital T.

"Anyway," said Miles suddenly, "you left all your clothes at Flint's Manor, didn't you?"

Everyone knew what the boy was up to.

"Yes, time to go shopping for Bletchley," Flint confirmed.

***

August passed very quickly. Marcus felt much better at the Higgs' house than he had at his own house, and the Higgs family kept reassuring him that he was welcome here, making sure the boy did not feel like a parasite. Rosalie, who works with both wizard and muggle children in a kindergarten, asked Marcus to go to a specialist suspecting if he doesn't have ADHD. She noted his hyperactivity and concentration problems before. Flint was relieved at the diagnosis. It turned out that he was not stupid, it was because of his disorder. He was given medication and was able to see slight improvement himself, especially in keeping his concentration.

He and his friends visited the Diagon Alley, and probably for the first time, he was glad that his parents had set up his own bank account for him, which meant he was not left without a knout. At the urging of Derrick and Lucian, he bought a lot of clothes other than robes. He hadn't seen much sense in that, since he has to wear robes to class, but the clothes his friends chose looked really good. He will train in black jeans.

The purchases also ended up with buying a little barn owl, which Marcus proudly named the Lookie.

In mid-August an owl knocked on the Higgs window. Marcus quickly recognized the family bird and cursed under his breath. He didn't want to go back there.

The letter was sent by his mother. She wrote that his father did not know she was writing to him but wanted to make sure that he had a place to stay. The words were cold as if Mrs Flint cared more about information than real health, but Marcus wrote a reply saying that he was with the Higgs but didn't want to see them.

It was Marcus' last contact with his parents, and he sighed as if a heavy weight had fallen from his shoulders. The boy did not agree with his parents in any way, and all he got from them was the fear of screaming. They did not accept him in any way, creating a completely different image of their own son. Marcus knew how toxic they were, though he had never been hit before that fateful day. He deluded that toxic people wouldn't influence him since he didn't care about their opinion, but now he saw how much more comfortable he felt just thinking that he was free from them and he could be himself all the time, not just when Eliah's black, cold eyes or Amanda's sapphire, countered eyes didn't look at whatever he's doing.

[raviliuz]

Soulmates au where you have a mark symbolizing your soulmate and:

Marcus Flint doesn't give a fuck about Oliver Wood being his soulmate and doesn't want to do anything with it. But his mean smile reserved for Oliver has gone softer and softer every time he sees him

Terence Higgs and Adrian Pucey are a couple before Adrian get to know who is his soulmate. And Terence is worried because he knows Ade is a sap about whole that soulmates thing and there is a chance he would break up with Terence if he wasn't his soulmate

And Peregrine Derick prays to every god he knows to be Alicia Spinnet's soulmate. Maybe if he's, Alicia will at least look at him

I'm a sucker for Derrick x Spinnet, imagine them together and Wood&Flint yelling at them, worrying they would talk about their teams' quidditch tactics and "why are you fraternizing with the enemy, dumbass?"

Fucking hipocrites

[anendofeverything]

Green and Red Make Gold

Part One of the When a Snake Loves a Lion series

Read on AO3

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Epilogue

September 1st 2019

Marcus let out a breath as he stepped through onto Platform 9 ¾ with his husband Oliver, closely followed by their youngest child, Percival. Oliver beamed and pulled his son into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you, Perry, making Head Boy.”

“Just like Uncle Percy, huh?” Percival nodded to where his Godfather was standing with his husband, Graham, and their youngest, Arthur, who was about to start his sixth year.

“Don’t forget Quidditch Captain.” Marcus grinned. “Gonna win the Cup for Slytherin this year, eh?”

“Now Ace has finished school, we’re finally in with a chance! Ravenclaw dominated Quidditch when he was Captain!” Percival exclaimed. “And then he went to study dragons? He could’ve gone straight into playing professionally like Jac did! Dragons, Pop! Dragons!”

“That’s Adrian for you.” Marcus laughed. “Just like his Uncle Charlie.”

“You’ve got everything, Perry? You packed absolutely everything?” Oliver asked.

“Yes, Dad.” Percival sighed. “I promise.”

“Are you sure? Because-”

“Ollie.” Marcus said gently. “You already checked once.”

“I know, Marc, but it’s Perry’s last year and-”

“And he’ll be fine.” Marcus finished. “We’ll see him in a month, won’t we? When we open the shop? Atticus is teaching now, so he’ll keep an eye on him - speaking of which, Perry, don’t give your brother any trouble, alright?”

“As if I would!”

“That’s not convincing, sweetheart.” Oliver smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, I just worry about all of you.”

“I know, Dad.” Percival hugged Oliver. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Oliver kissed his son’s head.

“Love you, kiddo.” Marcus joined in on the hug, making Percival laugh.

“Love you too, Pop.” The teenager smiled brightly. “I should say hi to Uncle Percy before I go. I don’t want a repeat of last year.”

“The Howler?” Marcus smirked.

“It was so embarrassing.” Percival whined. “Ace laughed so hard he nearly choked!”

Marcus snorted. “Better hurry then, Perry, before the train leaves.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Percival rolled his eyes. “Atti’s helping you set up, right? For the Grand Opening?”

“Yeah.” Oliver nodded. “And Jacqueline, she’s got the day off.”

“Luckily the Scottish Dragon Sanctuary isn’t far from Hogsmeade, so Ace will probably Apparate.” Marcus added. “Esme said she’ll Floo in, so we gotta set up the network to connect with St Mungos.”

“Okay.” Percival hugged his parents one last time. “I love you guys. I’ll see you soon, alright?”

“Have fun, kiddo.”

“We love you, sweetheart.”

“He’s gonna be fine, Ollie.” Marcus whispered, noticing how Oliver couldn’t tear his eyes away from their youngest, who was now being fretted over by his Godfather, much to Graham and Arthur’s amusement.

“I know.” Oliver leant into his husband. “It’s just- It feels like yesterday when we first adopted Atticus and Esme, and Perry’s in his last year? All of our kids have grown up too fast, Marcus.”

“I know, babe.” Marcus wrapped his arms around Oliver. “But they’re still our kids, and they’re amazing, Ollie. All of them. Atti and Perry will be practically down the road. And Ace isn’t far. Esme’s gonna Floo in for your cookies all the time, and as for Jac - we’re opening a Quidditch shop, Ollie. You know that girl breathes Quidditch, there’s a reason she was the Holyhead Harpies youngest ever Seeker. And the England team just signed her as a reserve player.”

“Am I being silly?” Oliver sighed.

“No, babe, you’re not. We’re parents, Ollie, we’re supposed to worry about our kids. It doesn’t just disappear when they become adults.”

“I guess so.”

Percival and Arthur had been joined by the Warrington twins, Rhys and Shane, and had made their way onto the Hogwarts Express. Marcus looked to where Percy and Graham were now chatting away with Cassius and Charlie. He saw Adrian and Terence sending off their middle and youngest kids, Wyatt and Penelope. Katie and Alicia were helping their two kids, Eloise and Levi, onto the train. Peregrine and Cedric were hugging their twin daughters, Antonia and Cressida.

“Shakti!” Marcus heard a woman exclaim. “Where is your owl?”

“Mama’s got her!”

“Here we are.” Another woman said. “Parvati caught me.”

Marcus and Oliver turned and saw the Chang-Patil family. Padma was holding the cage of a brown owl, while her wife, Cho, stood hand in hand with their daughter.

“Hello, Cho. Padma.” Oliver waved. “Is that little Shakti?”

“Hello, Oliver.” Padma greeted. “Marcus. Yes, it’s Shakti’s first year at Hogwarts.”

“She’s a little nervous.” Cho added, as evidenced by Shakti holding onto her mother’s hand tightly.

“Hello, Shakti,” Marcus smiled gently. “What house are you hoping to get into?”

“R-Ravenclaw.” Shakti whispered nervously. “L-Like my M-Mum’s.”

“You know, Shakti, your new Potions professor? He was in Ravenclaw.”

“Really? Is he nice?”

Oliver laughed. “Yes, he’s really nice. He’s our son.”

Shakti’s eyes widened in curiosity, and Marcus nodded in agreement with his husband. “You need any help, Shakti, you go to him, okay?”

“Okay.” Shakti took a deep breath. “I think I’m ready now.”

Thank you, Padma mouthed, as her wife helped Shakti onto the train.

“I think you’re right,” Oliver said, as the train started its journey.

“Hmm?”

“Our kids. They’ll be alright.”

“Of course they will.” Marcus rested his chin on Oliver’s head. “I love you, Ollie.”

“I love you too, Marcus.” Oliver turned and pressed a kiss to his husband’s lips. “We should probably go.”

“Probably.” Marcus shrugged. “I don’t think Flint and Wood’s Marvellous Quidditch Emporium can prepare itself for the Grand Opening.”

Oliver snorted. “Dear Merlin, I married a dork.”

Marcus grinned. “Yeah, but ‘m your dork, Oliver Flint-Wood.”

“I suppose you are, Marcus Flint-Wood.”

Oliver kissed his husband once more, and Marcus loved that even now, even after all this time, his heart still skipped a beat when Oliver kissed him.

                                                    THE END