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Marcus: I don’t get it!
Adrian: What’s the matters, Marcus?
Marcus: It’s Wood! I’ve tried everything I could think of to get his attention and respect! I mean, I tried the death staring method, then I challenged him at every fricking match of Quidditch! I even threw a bludger in his direction and sent him to the infirmary after he smiled at me! Not to even mention my scarying grin when our eyes met!
Marcus: How could I possibly made my affection anymore obvious ?!
Adrian: Well... Have you considered maybe just talking to him ?
Marcus:
Marcus: Have I what now ?
#harry potter#marcus flint#oliver wood#adrian pucey#flintwood#marcus x oliver#oliver x marcus#no one can tell me this isn't canon#Flirting is hard when you are a slytherin boy#especially when you like a gryffindor boy#especially when you are Marcus Flint
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Like I Can
James Potter x Reader
TW: Cute fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.
Based on “Like I Can” by Sam Smith 🫶
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The Quidditch pitch buzzed with excitement as Gryffindor’s final match of the season drew to a close. Y/N, perched confidently on her broomstick, was a force to be reckoned with as the team’s Keeper. James Potter, the ever-charismatic Seeker, soared high above the game, his eyes darting between the Snitch and his favorite distraction: her.
She blocked yet another shot from Slytherin’s Chasers with a deft flick of her wrist. The crowd erupted into cheers, but James barely registered them. His focus lingered on her—her determination, her skill, the way her smile lit up the entire pitch. She was brilliant. And yet, there she was, constantly entertaining the advances of the most undeserving blokes.
By the time James caught the Snitch, securing Gryffindor’s victory, Y/N was already back on the ground, laughing with the team. But his celebratory mood soured when he saw who had approached her: Marcus Flint, a smarmy Slytherin with a reputation for sweet-talking girls.
“Brilliant saves today, Y/L/N,” Marcus drawled, leaning in closer than necessary. “I bet you’d look just as good off the pitch.”
Y/N’s laughter rang out, though James could tell it was more polite than genuine. Still, the fact that she humored him made James’ blood boil.
He shoves his glasses higher up his nose and turns to Sirius, who was already grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“She’s just being polite,” James muttered, as Sirius slung an arm around his shoulders.
“Polite?” Sirius barked a laugh. “Mate, she’s practically inviting him to Hogsmeade with that smile.”
Remus, who had just walked over, gave James a look. “You could just tell her how you feel, you know. Instead of standing here glaring holes into the poor bloke.”
“And miss out on watching this love triangle unfold?” Peter chimed in, grinning.
James ignored them, opting instead to yell, “Team meeting in five minutes!” just loud enough to interrupt Y/N’s conversation. She glanced at him, raising an eyebrow, before turning back to the Slytherin.
This was only the beginning.
In the library, Y/N and Remus often sat together, their heads bent over books. James would join them under the pretense of studying, though he spent most of his time watching Y/N.
“James, you’ve been staring at the same page for fifteen minutes,” Y/N said, raising an eyebrow. “Need some help?”
“Maybe,” he admitted, sliding his Potions textbook toward her. “Think you can save me from another Howler from Mum?”
Y/N chuckled, flipping through the pages. “Alright, but only because I’m feeling generous. Start by not adding twice as much dragon liver as the recipe calls for.”
“See, this is why I need you,” James said with a mock-serious expression. “You’re the brains of this operation.”
“And you’re the charm, I suppose?” Y/N replied, smirking.
“Obviously,” James said, winking. “It’s a good thing I’ve got you to balance me out.”
On top of being the most obnoxious and charming students in the school, The Marauders’ pranks were legendary, and Y/N quickly became a member of their mischief-making crew her first year. She and Sirius made an especially chaotic duo, often dragging James and Remus into their schemes.
“Are you sure this will work?” James asked, eyeing the enchanted balloons they’d filled with color-changing paint.
“Of course it will,” Y/N said confidently, handing him a balloon. “Just aim for Filch’s office window.”
“I thought you were the sensible one,” Remus muttered, though he was already holding a balloon of his own.
“Sometimes, sensible is boring,” Y/N replied with a mischievous grin.
As the first balloon hit its target, exploding in a burst of green and gold paint, the group dissolved into laughter. James couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so carefree.
About a week or so later, the Marauders found themselves at the Three Broomsticks. James had hoped for a quiet afternoon, but when Y/N entered, arm-in-arm with a cocky Hufflepuff who had clearly overdosed on self-confidence, his mood soured.
“Oi, Prongs,” Sirius teased, nudging James’s arm. “There’s your girl.”
“She’s not my girl,” James snapped, though his eyes were glued to Y/N as she laughed at something the Hufflepuff said.
“She could be,” Remus pointed out, his tone calm but pointed. “If you actually said something.”
James groaned, sinking into his seat. “She wouldn’t be interested. Look at her! She’s... brilliant. And she’s dating that git.”
Peter snorted. “She’s humoring him, mate. Big difference.”
But James couldn’t take his friends’ advice. Instead, he found himself watching from the sidelines, frustration mounting as the Hufflepuff leaned too close and Y/N laughed a little too hard.
“Doesn’t it bother you to have such overprotective friends?” Dorian McMaster, the Hufflepuff Y/N agreed to hang out with for the day asks her. His eyes narrow over at James and the other boys who are now trying to pretend they weren’t just staring at her.
The (h/c) haired girl shrugs, “I wouldn’t call them overprotective,” she defends.
“Then why haven’t they stopped staring at you since we walked in?” He asks with an almost disgusted expression.
“Because they probably want me to go say hi?” Y/N tilts her head. “I don’t know. I’m not them.”
“I’m getting real sick of that Potter,” Dorian grumbles. “He thinks he owns everything.”
Y/N puts her hand up to stop him, “Well, first of all, he doesn’t think he owns anything. Second of all, if you’re implying what I think you are, I can confidently tell you that I am not something that can be owned.”
Dorian rolls his eyes, “Look, all I’m saying is that you agreed to come here with me. That git needs to back off.”
Y/N laughs lowly before standing from her seat. She shakes her head with a dangerous smile, “Just because your father happens to be the head of the Department of Mysteries doesn’t give you a right to act like an entitled prat. James isn’t a git, but it seems you are.” She smooths over her robe, “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Are you gonna go after her?” Remus looks at James expectantly as they watch Y/N saunter out of the Three Broomsticks, leaving a fuming Dorian behind.
James looks after the girl, a battle going on inside of his mind. “No,” he finally mumbles with a sigh. “She doesn’t need me hovering.”
Sirius, Remus, and Peter all collectively groan, rolling their eyes at his ignorance. It’s rather irritating watching the two of them constantly play cat and mouse with one another. It’s clear to everyone but them that they are head over heels for one another.
“Ten galleons says he cracks by the end of the month,” Remus whispers over to Peter and Sirius as James continues staring longingly at the door Y/N just walked out of.
“I’ll take that action.”
Weeks passed, and James Potter’s resolve wavered. The relentless teasing from his friends only made things worse, especially as Y/N continued to attract attention from boys who couldn’t possibly see her the way he did. She wasn’t just beautiful; she was brilliant, witty, and fiercely independent. She had passed all her O.W.L.s with Outstanding marks and still somehow found time to pull pranks with him and Sirius. To James, she was everything.
It was maddening. Every smile she gave to someone else, every laugh she shared, every time another boy got too close. The jealousy gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch. If only she knew how much space she occupied in his thoughts, how he wanted nothing more than to sweep her off her feet and show her what they could be together. He just needed a chance—one chance to prove he was the one for her.
The breaking point came during one of Slughorn’s infamous parties. James arrived late, his confidence faltering the moment he saw her. She was on the arm of yet another admirer, a Ravenclaw seventh-year who prided himself on his intellect. James couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wore a dress that shimmered with every movement, and her laughter carried across the room like a melody he couldn’t ignore.
The Ravenclaw boy leaned in to whisper something in her ear, and she smiled, but James noticed the slight distance in her expression. When the boy’s hand drifted a little too low on her back, James’ restraint snapped. He drained his goblet of punch, handed it off to Sirius with a muttered, “Wish me luck,” and crossed the room.
“Y/N, can I have a word?” he asked, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.
She looked up at him, surprised, and then turned to her date, who seemed ready to protest. “I’ll be right back,” she said, brushing off the boy’s attempts to intervene. James felt a surge of satisfaction as she followed him to a quieter corner of the room.
James took a deep breath, gathering his courage. His heart pounded as the words tumbled out before he could stop them. “No matter how many guys you date, they’ll never treat you the way I can. They don’t see you—not really. They don’t know how brilliant you are, how funny, how you scrunch your nose when you’re annoyed. They don’t know you like I do.” He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “They can be the most famous bloke in London, or some homeless man on the street, but they’ll never be me. I know it’s meant to be you and I.”
Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide with something he couldn’t quite place. Then, to his horror, she smirked.
“James Potter, are you confessing your undying love for me?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement.
James ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit she’d always found endearing. “I’m serious, Y/N. I—”
“I’m just joking,” she interrupted, her smirk softening into a gentle smile. “I’ve always known, James.”
His breath hitched. “And?”
“And you’re an idiot for waiting this long,” she replied, stepping closer. “But I suppose that means you’re my idiot.”
The world seemed to fade away as she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was long overdue. It was soft and electrifying all at once, a culmination of years of unspoken feelings. James felt like he was floating, his heart soaring higher than any Quidditch match ever could.
From across the room, Sirius clapped Remus on the back, the latter groaning as he handed over ten galleons. “Should’ve bet on the party,” he muttered.
Later that night, as James walked Y/N back to the Gryffindor common room, their hands intertwined, he couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“So, Potter,” she said, “does this mean you’re finally going to stop glaring at every boy who talks to me?”
“Not a chance,” he replied, pulling her closer. “But they’ll never stand a chance now, will they?”
She laughed, and the sound was music to his ears. “You’re impossible.”
“And you love it,” he quipped, his grin widening.
As they stepped into the common room, Sirius and Remus were waiting by the fire, their faces alight with poorly disguised glee.
“Finally!” Sirius exclaimed, throwing his arms up dramatically. “Do you know how exhausting it’s been watching you two dance around each other?”
“Subtle as always, Padfoot,” Y/N said dryly, though her smile betrayed her amusement.
Remus chuckled, closing his book. “We’re happy for you both. Truly.”
James glanced at Y/N, his chest swelling with pride and affection. “Thanks, Moony. Means a lot.”
Sirius leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, Y/N, now that you’re officially part of the Potter package, does this mean you’ll help us prank the Slytherins next week?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. “What makes you think I wasn’t already involved?”
James burst out laughing, pulling her into a side hug. “That’s my girl.”
In the days that followed, James found himself unable to keep his hands to himself. Whether it was brushing his fingers against hers in the corridors or slinging an arm around her shoulders during meals, he reveled in the newfound closeness. But the jealousy lingered, bubbling to the surface whenever someone dared to flirt with her.
One afternoon in the library, a Slytherinboy approached Y/N, clearly smitten. James watched from across the room, his jaw tightening as the boy leaned a little too close. When Y/N caught James’ eye and winked, he relaxed marginally, though he still made a point to saunter over and plant a possessive kiss on her cheek.
“Hey, love,” he said casually, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Everything alright here?”
The Slytherin stammered an excuse and quickly retreated, leaving Y/N to shake her head in exasperation.
“Was that really necessary?” she asked, though her tone was more amused than annoyed.
“Absolutely,” James replied, grinning. “Can’t have anyone forgetting who you belong to.”
Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “You’re lucky I find your jealousy endearing.”
“Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
Their relationship quickly became the talk of the school, much to James’ delight. He wore his love for Y/N like a badge of honor, unashamed and unapologetic. And while Y/N occasionally pretended to be annoyed by his antics, she secretly adored the way he made her feel like the center of his universe.
As the year progressed, the Marauders found countless ways to tease James, but he took it all in stride. After all, he had Y/N by his side, and that was all that mattered. Together, they were unstoppable—a perfect match in every sense of the word.
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"I Think You Look Good in Purple"-George Weasley
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words: 1054
warnings: a prank, a small argument, reader legit hates life, a decent amount of swearing, not my best work, I wrote this last night, then finished it today cause I was tired last night, so its a bit disjointed I think, idk enjoy though
summary: When one of the Weasley pranks doesn't go as planned and they end up pranking the one Slytherin they like, especially George, George regrets.
Not all Slytherins were horrible, and you proved that. You were kind to first years, befriended muggle-borns, and were just a good person in general. When the twins pranked Slytherin they made sure to keep you out of it as best as possible. Since you weren't an asshole like the others, and also because George Weasley might've had a small crush on you.
The Weasley twins' latest prank didn't go exactly as planned. Their idea was to put a potion in some of the goblets, so that when the people drank it their hair would change to weird colours. They would only put it in some, so that way there would be more chaos when people would point fingers at those whose hair didn't change. The twins made sure to not put the potion in your general area so that you didn't end up with colored hair for weeks.
The only thing the twins didn't account for was you not sitting in your usual spot. So when suddenly during dinner half of the Slytherins turned every colour of the rainbow, and it included you, the twins knew you weren't going to be happy.
Your day was already really shitty so the sudden change in hair colour was unappreciated. The second you say the twins leave the Great Hall you immediately follow after them.
"This was you two, wasn't it," you said fuming, as the two stopped and turned to look at you.
Fred let out a small chuckle, while George stayed rather quiet, "It's just a simple prank. Besides, it'll come out in a couple weeks," Fred said, as if it was the most casual thing ever, which to him it was.
You were still annoyed by the two and their stupidity, "Do you two ever stop and think before you do something stupid," you yelled at them, "Matter of fact do you ever think." You didn't even let them respond before you stormed away, furious as the two redheads.
Fred seemed confused by why she was so angry, "Merlin, who spat in her pumpkin juice."
George finally spoke up, "Well we did technically spike her pumpkin juice. She's just angry at us, just give it some time and hopefully she'll be less angry," he defended, feeling bad for what he did.
The two left it at that and continued on with their day. You on the other hand were having the worst time ever. You had just practically bombed a potions test since who the fuck has all the ingredients for polyjuice potion memorized off the top of their head. Your friend had cancelled on your Hogsmeade trip the upcoming weekend, since their date was more important than the trip you had planned for two weeks, and now to make everything worse, you were stuck with purple hair for weeks.
You were hoping that maybe your luck would be better as your week went on. Apparently you were way too optimistic. While you were the least hated Slytherin, some Gryffindors still hated you just for being a Slytherin, so they were mean to you, calling you things like 'grape-head' which was just stupid, but you know Gryffindors. Some of the muggle-borns called you 'Barney the Dinosaur' behind your back, which you had to admit was a bit funny.
Even worse was that Snape had seemed to try to make you suffer even more by making you work on a potion all week while being partnered with Marcus Flint, who made you want to gouge out your eyes. School in general was also kicking your ass. It was as if every teacher forgot you had other classes. When you tried to get your work done in the library Peeves showed up, disorganizing every book.
By the end of the week you were ready to collapse. The worst was that almost no one noticed, except for your few close friends, but they didn't push much when you said you were fine. The only person to really notice was George Weasley.
He would try to make conversation with you, but you would ignore him, still angry from the dumb prank. He felt truly horrible, but you wouldn't give him the chance to apologise.
George waited outside your class so that he could try to finally apologise, "Hey, Y/N wait," he yelled out when you walked right by him. You continued to ignore him, being stubborn and not wanting to hear what he had to say, "Can you just hear me out for five minutes, please."
You stopped walking, finally giving into the little voice in your head telling you to stop being stubborn and talk to him, "Fine, one minute, make it quick."
"I'm so sorry for what happened. We didn't mean for it to affect you, I even tried to make sure it was nowhere near where you usually sat. I'm just really sorry, please don't hate me anymore," he explained, not wasting a second.
You had basically already forgiven him at this point, but the part about you hating him stuck out to him, "Hate you, why would I hate you?" you questioned him, since he could never make you hate him.
"I-I, umm..." George said stumbling, "I just, you seemed so angry I thought you hated me," he explained, a little bit quieter now.
You let out a breath, "I could never hate you George," you told him, fully meaning it, nothing could make you hate him, "I was just having a shitty day, and I've been having a lot recently."
A soft smile graced George's face at your words, "I'm glad you don't hate me, and I'm sorry about that. I noticed you didn't seem to be your friendly self as much, but maybe now that you don't hate me I can brighten up your day, and make it better," he joked, trying to make you smile, and being successful.
You shook your head at him, "Yeah, yeah, I'm still stuck with this purple hair, so you're not off the hook till it's gone," you said, crossing your arms.
"Well in my defence," George said, twisting a strand of your hair, "I think you look good in purple." You could feel your cheeks heat up and turn red. If you weren't already head over heels for George, you definitely were now.
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draco malfoy who did not become prince of slytherin on his first day at hogwarts, because that role was already taken.
percy weasley is the last person any outside would expect to run their house. a blood traitor with old robes and no money, no status. but a boy with ambitions and cunning to rival even his elders, one who understands the plight of those expected to be in slytherin and especially those expected to be the opposite.
when draco arrives, percy is a prefect. he wears the same robes his older brothers have, as his parents do not waste their money on their family's biggest disappointment, but he sends letters with an owl named hermes that was gifted to him by the siblings who still believe he's worth it. percy sits beside a boy named marcus flint, and both of them smile and shake the hand of every new first year. their dormmates, two boys named adrian pucey and theodore nott, do the same from across the table.
when draco comes back from christmas break shaking, when he flinches at every raised voice, percy wraps an arm around him and tells his newest snake the same thing marcus told him when he was a first year: "you got the best house."
slytherins are not friends with ravenclaws or hufflepuffs, and they certainly aren't buddying up with gryffindors. their own headmaster does everything in his power to discredit them.
"dumbledore may be brave," percy says, "but we're smarter. here in slytherin, we're a family." here, he doesn't say, we're stronger. he doesn't say it, but it's heavily implied.
severus snape is draco's godfather, percy's favorite teacher, and when a gryffindor girl named hermione accuses him of cursing harry potter, percy does everything he can to prove them wrong.
during draco's second year, muggleborns are being petrified, and draco's father is up to something. he spends his evenings in the dungeons, sobbing into his godfather's cloak, wishing he had the power to make this all better. the morning after harry potter saves ginny weasley, percy's younger sister, from the chamber of secrets, percy sits beside draco and tells him, "don't fret over things being out of your control. knowledge is power, draco. use it."
draco is fourteen when percy leaves, fourteen the first time he comes to hogwarts and the only flashes of red hair are seated at the gryffindor table. fourteen when he becomes slytherin's prince, the head of the family, the one who takes younger students under his wing. he isn't a prefect, not yet, but he is a leader.
knowledge is power, percy told him. draco uses it.
#hp fandom#harry potter fandom#hp#percy weasley#slytherin percy weasley#draco malfoy#i love these two okay#marcus flint#adrian pucey#theodore nott#percy teaches draco to be a slytherin so he can teach everyone else >>>#slytherin appreciation#we need more of that
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The One and Only Exception
Percy Weasley x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: Harry Potter
Day 13 Prompt: "Come with me, hurry."
Summary: When Y/N and Percy end up in a small closet together hiding from angry Slytherins, certain feelings may finally come to light.
Word Count: 1,628
Category: Fluff
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"This is why you're my best friend."
I grinned as Oliver Wood, my regular partner in crime, whispered from next to me in the secret passage where we crouched. Normally, we were partners in Quidditch-based crime, coming up with the most amazing plays to destroy our opponents on the field. We'd been doing it since first year, even before anyone had been willing to listen to us and our Quidditch opinions.
Now, however, we were partners in crime in something that fit our Beater pair more than either of us. But with a match against Slytherin on the horizon and them playing ridiculous, cheaty mind games, I'd convinced Oliver to join me in doing the same.
We were going to get back at them by getting in their heads, the same way they'd been spending time trying to get in ours. And as soon as Marcus Flint came around the corner, ideally with a few other members of his team, our hovering bubbles of water and flour would drop down on them from the ceiling and our revenge would begin.
Thankfully, we didn't have to wait much longer. As we'd expected, Flint came into the hallway with his Beaters trailing him. Oliver and I waited for the perfect moment, then with a wave of our wands, dropped the balloons and flour smack onto their heads.
They froze in their tracks, horror on their faces, before they looked around wildly and angrily. Oliver and I shared a maniacal grin, then took off running in opposite directions as planned as Flint roared.
"WHO DID THAT?"
Oliver disappeared up the secret corridor as I popped into the hallway with the Slytherins, drawing their attention before disappearing around the corner of a castle hallway. Ideally neither of us would get caught, but Oliver was the Quidditch captain, so we needed to make sure he didn't get blamed for this lest the whole team be punished. Hence my part.
I could hear the footsteps of the Slytherins pounding against the cobblestones behind me, but I just cackled and picked up the pace, racing ahead. I flew around another corner, intending to put on a little more speed, but stopped dead in my tracks thanks to an unexpected obstacle. Percy Weasley, Oliver's roommate and one of my friends since first year, was walking down the hallway, completely oblivious of me and the angry Slytherins on my trail.
"Whoa! Y/N, what are you-"
"No time! Come with me, hurry!" I cried, grabbing Percy's arm and dragging him along after me. He immediately slowed me down, and if we kept going at this pace, Flint and his friends would catch us for sure.
Time for plan B.
I readied my wand and leveled it at the nearest door off the corridor, blasting it open before ducking inside, dragging Percy with me. I quickly shut the door behind us, relocking it with magic and then freezing to avoid making noise that would give us away.
"Really, Y/N, what on earth-"
"Percy, sh!" I said, raising my finger to my lips and staring him down with wide eyes. He didn't look completely pleased, but he listened, settling in to stare at me with his arms crossed while I watched the door.
I thought that would be that, but then Percy grabbed my arm to turn my attention back to him, one eyebrow raised almost into his hairline in demanding question. I sighed, then leaned in to whisper in his ear.
In the back of my mind, I realized just how closely together that put us, chest to chest in this tiny dark storage closet. I tried my best to force that train of thought to be quiet, especially since I was sure Percy didn't feel the same as I did.
"The Slytherins have been messing with our Quidditch team worse than usual," I whispered. "So, I'm helping my best friend by getting them back. We set a trap with water balloons and flour in the hallway, dumped it right on Flint's head, and got the Beaters too. After I triggered the prank, I took off and they chased. I ran into you, dragged us both in here so we wouldn't get caught, and now we're waiting for them to pass."
I leaned back at bit to gauge Percy's reaction, and for just a second, I thought I saw a faint blush on his cheeks through the dark. Then, I noticed his deep frown.
"What were you thinking!" he hissed, at least remembering to keep his voice down this time. "You know I'm the Head Boy, don't you? I have to get you in trouble for this!"
"Or..." I started, giving Percy a little smile as an idea came to me. He raised his eyebrows, still looking a little outraged, so I continued. "Percy, did you actually see me do anything wrong?"
"...Well, no. But I just heard you confess to dropping water balloons on the Slytherins-"
"Percy. I just saved you from an angry Marcus Flint, who absolutely had it coming, by the way. For once in your life just be chill."
He stared at me, stress written on every single line of his face, then finally sighed, his shoulders falling as he closed his eyes.
"Okay."
"Wait, really?"
He looked at me again, clearly incredibly tired of my nonsense. Maybe he was just trying to fake me out...
"Really, Y/N. I... you made a decent enough argument that I suppose, just this once..." he cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his neck, and this time I definitely caught him blushing. "I suppose I can let it go."
"I freaking love you," I laughed, flinging my arms around him and pulling him in tight for a hug. He froze like a statue, then slowly, wrapped his arms around my waist. As he did, I realized what I'd just said, and I felt heat rising to my own face, too.
We stayed like that for a few beats, part of me not wanting to pull away and deal with the tension now blanketing this closet. After a moment, though, I did, slowly. Percy didn't drop his arms from around my waist, and I left mine around his neck as we made eye contact, all the humor and lightness gone.
"Percy..." I breathed. I glanced down at his lips before I could stop myself, and when I quickly looked back up after realizing what I'd done, I found Percy's gaze had wandered to my lips, too.
I smiled to myself, then leaned in and kissed him without letting myself think twice about it. I'd had a crush on Percy since fifth year, and Oliver had spent all of that time telling me to stop being a chicken and just ask him out. Now, two years later, I was finally managing to do just that.
Percy kissed me back as soon as he'd realized what was happening, and I smiled into the kiss. After a moment we pulled away, and I met Percy's eyes, wide with shock but a small smile on his face. I was practically glowing.
"You just kissed me," he said, like he still couldn't quite believe it. I nodded.
"I sure did. And I'm gonna do it again."
Percy huffed a quiet, happy laugh, then met me half way as I leaned back in towards him. Marcus Flint and the angry Slytherins were completely forgotten as I ran one hand through Percy's hair at the base of his neck, and he wrapped his arms even tighter around me.
"Hey, I think it's finally safe for you-"
Percy and I jumped apart and whirled around as the door flew open, revealing Oliver. I guess he'd come to find me once the danger of the Slytherins had passed, unfortunately for me. Oliver, Percy, and I stared at each other with wide eyes for a few moments, and then Oliver's face broke into a grin.
"FINALLY! I've had to spend years hearing you talk about Percy nonstop, only to go to bed and hear Percy talking about you until I hit him with a pillow!"
Percy and I exchanged a glance. I couldn't believe that all this time, he'd been just as hung up on me as I'd been on him.
"Alright, I don't need to see the lovey-dovey stuff even though I'm happy for you," Oliver said, putting his hand back on the door and taking a step back into the hallway. "Y/N, don't be late for practice. I expect to see you on the field in twenty minutes."
With that, he slammed the door again, leaving Percy and I alone in the small, dark space.
"You... you've talked to Oliver about me?" asked Percy, hesitant hope in his voice. I smiled.
"Of course. He's my best friend, and I've had a crush on you for years."
Percy beamed. "So have I."
"Well, I'm glad we finally got that cleared up then," I said, taking Percy's hand in the dark. It was amazing neither of us were literally glowing with happiness. "So... maybe we could do something this weekend? A date, or something?"
"I'd love that," he replied. "It's a Hogsmeade weekend, so perhaps some tea?"
"That sounds perfect." I leaned in to kiss him again, a short peck on the lips, then I pulled back and flung the closet door open. "I need to go or I'm going to be late to practice, and then Oliver will kill me, but... I'll see you in the Common Room tonight?"
"I'll see you tonight," he said with a little nod. I beamed back at him, then blew him one last kiss before taking off down the hallway again, headed for the Quidditch pitch outside, still floating on air. My prank on Flint had worked out even better than I'd hoped it would.
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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott
Don't forget to watch the previous chapters
22. You drive me wild
That day, Y/N was determined to leave Theodore begging for her. Malfoy was not used to receiving "no" as an answer, especially from other boys. Her pride was hurt after having literally asked to have sex with him and he said no, just to prove himself stronger than her.
So, Y/N thought that if he wanted to play who could take it more, she would agree and enter determined to win. However, the girl just wasn't aware of all the things a quidditch team would be willing to do to win the first game of the season against her rival house, which she had been losing three years in a row.
The match would take place that week, one day later. Thus, Slytherin players would still suffer a lot from the insistence of their respective girlfriends, as well as Theodore for Y/N.
That morning, in the transfiguration class, teacher Minerva had passed a very simple work, which she could even do alone, however, it seemed like the perfect excuse to provoke him, after all, boys love to feel useful, but that would have a higher price for Nott.
- Theo. - Nott immediately turns around when he hears Y/N's voice echoing in the huge corridor during McGonagall's class exit. A slight smile appears on his face when confirming that it was the girl who was following him. Y/N leaves her friends behind for a moment, going to him. - Will you be free this afternoon?
- Why the interest? - Theodore had a convinced face to have her looking for him.
- I would like to ask for help in this job, I thought you could help me. - Y/N said normally, as if that was really what I had in mind for that day. - Can you?
- All right, I'll meet you after the quidditch training. - Y/N smiled with the confirmation, just like a cartoon character with evil plans.
- Great, I'll wait for you at the library. - Theodore just nods in response, watching the girl walk away and go to her friends again. He felt anxious, but he wouldn't admit it.
At lunch, Y/N did not hide her looks and smiles directed at him, which made him feel like a child again, getting silly with the girl's attention on him, watching her every laugh that day, waiting to see her.
[...]
The time was approaching, and Marcus Flint's excessive demand with the boys seemed not to reach Nott that afternoon, with his mind completely in his encounter with the girl who was getting closer and closer. The corridors were calm when the boy left the locker room next to Draco and Zabini who were talking about Flint's exaggerated attitudes as captain of the team, when Laila left one of the classrooms accompanied by her friends, looking at Nott quickly, it was as if she had broken him all the time.
However, this time, the boy seemed indifferent, Theodore did not reciprocate the look and much less the smile she offered him, he did not even notice her presence there, it was as if she did not even exist. And well, it had hurt her at some level.
Meanwhile, Y/N went to the library as the time agreed with Theo approached, the boy who, in turn, hurried in the corridors when he realized that he had taken too long to change, since Y/N was already waiting for him at a table somewhat away from the others, gathering some books that would be pertinent to his staging.
- Y/N! - The girl was facing one of the library shelves when she heard Rony's voice approaching her, making her form a gentle smile. - Difficulty in Transfiguration? - The boy points to the two books she was holding.
- Oh, yes, still a little. - She tried to disguise her lie.
- Do you need help? I'm not as smart as Hermione, but maybe I can help you. - Rony offers himself a little awkwardly.
- Oh, it's just that I've already asked for help, but thank you, Ron. - The boy's face disassembles when he hears this coming out of the girl's lips, in addition to the curiosity to know who it was. - And how are you after yesterday? It was a hectic night in Gryffindor from what I heard. - The girl smiles and approaches the table she had reserved, being followed by Ron. As for the excitement in the Gryffindor tower, she was referring to the rumor that one of the students vomited on the fat woman's painting, making the whole party in the communal be discovered by Minerva.
- Fortunately I wasn't there anymore when this happened. - The boy actually went to look for her at the astronomy tower, the place she used to frequent. - But I'm sure the Slytherins didn't sleep early either, did they? - Y/N put the books on the table and gave a anasalé laugh in response.
- I'm sorry to tell you that I have little information about it, since I left earlier than I planned. - Rony was confused by the answer and decides to speculate, but as always, he was interrupted by someone.
- Am I too late? - Theodore's figure catches his attention, making Rony's mind create theories again about why he got so close to Y/N recently.
- Theo! - The girl directs her eyes to him and smiles.
- Well, I think I'm going soon. - Ron said reluctantly as he crossed his gaze with Theodore's. - See you later, Y/N.
- See you, Rony. - The girl offered him a gentle look, while Theodore had a satisfied face to finally be alone with her, and then they both sat down and started the research in which she needed help to understand.
Y/N definitely did a great job as an actress that afternoon, perfectly pretending not to understand one thing or another just to hear Theodore explain again.
At one point, Theodore thought he was too tired to the point of imagining things or his body was missing sex so much that the slightest proximity was making him agitated. Y/N just leaned a little towards her, trying to follow the explanation about disappearance in the book that Theodore had in front of him, however, what was perceived by him was the heat of the girl's body very close to his, in addition to the way his eyes were quickly attracted to the shirt with a few open buttons she wore, giving a quick glimpse of her slightly tight breasts in the bra.
- Teddy, are you okay? - Y/N asks when he realizes where he was looking for a considerably long time, after all the boy didn't even hear his last question about what they were studying. - He was silent out of nowhere.
Theodore comes back to himself when he hears the nickname, looking directly at the girl's face, who opens an innocent smile, even noticing the boy's breathing slightly unregulated with the fright of being caught. The boy clears his throat and gets back on track.
- Yes, I'm fine. - Theodore looks at the books again and Y/N laughs internally because of his difficulty in finding himself in the explanation. - Where was I again?
- We were here. - She approaches again to point to the page of the book and Theodore takes a deep breath trying to concentrate again.
- Right. - He gets into the chair and explains again, but sometimes he looked away from the girl who looked at him with darkened eyes.
Y/N would lie if she said she was really listening to what he said, she just looked at him carefully, seeing him explaining things just like a teacher made her feel things that not even she herself knew she felt. Sometimes, the girl looked down Theodore's lips, neck and hands. Merlin, how she missed those hands.
For a moment, her mind took her to a very interesting imagination, Y/N imagined, for a few thousandths of a second, her riding Theodore right there, in response to that her legs pressed themselves as well as the lip that bit quickly, which did not pass beaten in the eyes of Nott, who began to wonder if it was really just his imagination inventing interpretations. However, Y/N composed himself as soon as he realized himself and returned to his original goal.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on to Theodore, who seemed to be tortured every time he looked at her without being able to touch her. Now, at dinner time, the two went to the great hall together. The boy felt relieved to finally get out of his trance, he didn't think it would be so difficult to be next to a girl, it was as if he had never had contact with one before.
- Thank you for helping me, you're a great teacher. - The girl said in a joking tone, but knowing the things she imagined with it. Theodore laughed lightly in response, just trying to look forward, however, a brief silence began between them, as they entered the noisy place, and noticing Ron's gaze on the two, Nott decides to speak.
- I think he has a crush on you. - The boy said with a little smile on his face, as if that was so unreal that it was even funny.
- Who are you talking about? - The girl was really confused when they both sat at the huge table near her friends who were involved in a conversation unrelated to the two.
- Weasley, of course. - Theodore answered as if it were obvious and Y/N directed his gaze to Gryffindor's table.
- Maybe he's just hating you for a moment since tomorrow there will be the first game of the season. - The girl suggested, which made Theodore wonder if she really didn't notice. - Not everything is about me, Teddy. - The boy just took that as a confession of how innocent Y/N could be in relation to Weasley's intention towards him.
It was obvious to anyone outside the reason why Theodore noticed before her.
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- Pansy, it didn't work, he insists on this damn story. - Astoria entered the door of the girls' room who were already in their pajamas and getting ready to go to bed.
- I'm running out of ideas, Astoria, I'm sorry. - Pansy answers somewhat impatiently. - Maybe you should just wait.
- What stupidity did my brother do this time? - Y/N asks curiously when he sees the youngest sitting at the foot of his bed.
- Don't you know? - Pansy asks her friend who clearly didn't know, just waiting for an answer. - Your brother and all the boys from the quidditch team in our house made a kind of promise or bet about not having sex this last week before the first game of the season in the hope of having some kind of luck, something like that.
Y/N can't help but laugh in response thinking it's a joke.
- This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, but they make some things more interesting to me, for sure. - The girl thinks out loud as she turns her attention to the book, thinking that no one had heard.
- What things? - Daphne seemed to be the only one to have listened and didn't miss the chance to speculate, but she didn't have the chance to find out.
Hello... - Mattheo appeared at the girls' door with a smile on his face. - Can I stay here for a while? - He asked already entering.
- Is everything okay? You rarely come here. - Pansy asks the boy who threw himself on one of the beds as if it were his.
- Theo is unbearable, I mean, he was doing well with this bet from Flint, but Merlin, I don't know if it's because he's close to the game, but he's getting worse. - Y/N smiles discreetly, relating this to his early provocations, but Riddle is quick to notice, without any shame to evidence. - And I have the impression that the cause of this is right there. - The boy points to Y/N, who feels the weight of being almost discovered so easily.
- And what makes you think it's me, Matt? - The girl tries to hit back, but it wasn't good to get into a sincere argument with Riddle.
- He's been talking a lot about you lately. - Mattheo gets up and walks slowly towards Y/N while all the girls follow attentively. - And recently I discovered a picture of you in a bikini on his bedside table. - The boy says convinced with a clear smile on his face and Y/N's heart races. - Do you have something to tell us, Y/N?
- No, Matt. If I had something to say, you would certainly already know, don't worry. As for the photo, blame Pansy for that. - The girl said firmly, making him realize that she wouldn't reveal details so easily. - But Astoria seems to have something to tell us, doesn't she? - Y/N said excitedly, but before she starts talking, the girl warns. - Remember not to mention details, it's my brother we're talking about, please. I don't want to traumatize myself.
- I've only had frustrated attempts so far. - The girl snorted and lay down on the bed.
- And look, she's already tried everything. - Pansy said with a silly chuckle. - Draco is really disciplined.
- Theodore, however, has been quite weak when it comes to certain people. - Riddle murmurs and the girls laugh, except Y/N who decides to change the subject.
In the end, that night became almost a pajama party between friends, since Astoria and Mattheo squeezed at the feet of the girls' beds to stay overnight.
Already on the night of that day, the long-awaited quidditch match would take place. The main hall was filled with the excitement of the students and their noisy dishes. In some places, tense players tried to show confidence in each other.
Theodore was focused, he had already calmed down since the last meeting with Y/N and was determined to avoid her as much as he could that day. But the girl decided to continue with her plans for the day wearing the shortest skirt allowed by the school, without a cape, just her perfectly buttoned shirt accentuating the waist and her tie around her neck, in addition to leaving her legs free of her tights. Nott didn't talk to the girl that morning, just greeting her quickly, which made Y/N laugh inside.
Theodore thought his plan to ignore any interaction with her was enough, but he certainly noticed her when he saw her get up from the table with her three friends. The group used to walk together and this time it was no different, as soon as the girls got up, the boys did the same, following them through the great hall towards the potions class that morning.
That's where his problem really started. Nott tried not to look at Y/N who was walking in front of him, after all, the girl's brother was next to him, but it was almost impossible not to look, that was the justification he gave himself at least. But it was as if he couldn't avoid looking at the swing of S/N's hips, lightly swinging the short skirt of the uniform. It was amazing how easily he was hit by the figure of the girl, he felt like a virgin boy just by being near her these last few days.
- Be careful not to drool. - Mattheo whispers to the boy while laughing at his friend's addicted state and is greeted with a stern look from the boy, but Theodore thanked him internally for taking him out of his thoughts. - She really knows how to destabilize you. - Riddle murmurs to himself, but Theodore ignores it.
The class passed almost like a dream for Theodore, sitting on the desk right behind the girl, he didn't pay attention to any of Snape's words. That situation was becoming unbearable for him, who asked himself to wonder if that was really an invention of his head or if she was just doing that.
"Meet me at the astronomy tower after this class, I need to talk to you.
T.N."
A note appeared on Y/N's table discreetly, which made it very clear that it was hitting the boy deeply, since Theodore was determined to talk to her, but as soon as Y/N realized her interest, she ignored it. The intention was to prolong Nott's agony as much as possible.
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Inspired by your Drarry fic recs and your amazing Flintwood fic, do you have any Flintwood recs or personal favorites?
ah! fantastic ask, anon! flintwood was, incidentally, my earliest hp ship & maintains a soft spot after all these years. their functions in canon (quidditch captains of rival houses, pinnacles of a certain kind of obsessive, single-minded, aggressive athletic masculinity) conduce some of the most raw and gritty characterisations— kind of like if tracing your tongue along the jagged, broken end of a tooth was a ship. flintwood encapsulates a very specific kind of mood— a foregrounded physicality, a delicious emotional dimension balancing both subtlety and brashness. this ship is especially delightful when you're in the mood for some deferred emotional payoff, a little out of reach and more satisfying for it.
(tw for some discussions of queerphobia & masculinity!)
flintwood also works with and subverts some common stereotypes & tropes associated with sports as a site of exalted & amplified masculinity. oliver and marcus are both, in fic, often representations of what a popular (largely homophobic & patriarchal) culture understands as 'masculine ideal stereotypes'— physically hulking, emotionally repressed, narrow-focused, a little dangerous. and flintwood, as a ship, is crucially also about these 'ideal men' making the choice to step away from the hallowed halls of homosociality towards explicit queer desire, dynamics and love.
i'm getting into this because a large selection of flintwood fics i've loved deal (overtly or covertly) with coming to terms with queer awakenings, reckoning with being queer men in sports and similar explorations. my flintwood fic (thank you for reading it, anon!), addictive tendencies (~4k, T, tw for internalised homophobia) also grapples with this fairly significantly. in fact, even when the central tension isn’t explicitly about a queer reckoning, and the worldbuilding has little/no queerphobia, many excellent flintwood fics have some of the themes, ideas and tropes you find in literature accounting for our society’s (often disparaging) attitude towards queerness: a desire both intense and grudging, a sense of “i can’t have this person” justified through rivalry and/or jealousy, poignant internal conflicts, etc.
anyway, enough talk, here's a selection of flintwood fics i've dearly enjoyed, hope you do too! mind the tags & notes & remember to send some love the authors' way :)
best kept secrets by slyther_ing (M, 1.8k)
Marcus Flint is leaning up by the metal chainlink fence - gum popping, grin flashing white, and Oliver has the urge to run away because everything in the taller boy’s stature screams trouble, trouble, trouble.
twenty gauge by provocative_envy (T, 3k)
It takes Marcus less than ninety seconds to determine that his four o'clock is an aggressively annoying piece of shit.
wake up, get up, shut up by provocative_envy (E, 4.2k)
Marcus is twenty-three and half-concussed when it finally occurs to him that he might actually kind of sort of be really into dudes.
rugby boys, they play 15s by thistlecat (M, 4.5k)
Fifteen significant moments in Oliver Wood’s collegiate rugby career that did not make his highlight tape.
no vacancy by provocative_envy (M, 10.1k)
The dreams are frightening, at first.
true but not nice by v (E, 10.2k)
Marcus found out about it from Warrington, who heard it from Montague, who heard it from Derrick, who heard it from Nott, who heard it from Zabini, who heard it from Malfoy, who they said heard from the Quidditch dressing room, which really just meant that Marcus was going to fucking kill him.
self preservation by al-the-remix (E, 17.8k)
Outside the night had grown dark, and at some point Oliver had moved to perch on the edge of Marcus' bed, thigh pressed against his and tray settled between them. As if they had some sort of understanding. As if they were friends.
#flintwood#marcus flint#oliver wood#oliver wood x marcus flint#geets recs#flintwood fic recs#flintwood rec list
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i like the concept of hogwarts being like semi-sentient? and having like it's own magic in a way i've seen it around a few times and i really like it
but i really really like the idea of it trapping people in a time loop like just repeating the day over and over again why would it do that? idk soulmates? it likes some students and don't want them to leave yet? something needs to be done before they leave? the school is tempermental and just feels like it?
anyway yeah im thinking about an au where percy just gets trapped for like 6 months if its with someone else and for what reason depends on the day some ideas that have circled in my head include
Percy being fully by himself because the school just likes him and doesn't want to let him go yet
Percy being trapped with Draco because the school decided it would be good for Draco because he did something really fucked or something
Percy being trapped with Remus because i don't know having a teacher involved is fun and could open up possibilities that otherwise would be cut off like easily leaving the school, people believing them a little easier also the idea of a time freeze causing Remus not to turn and as a resulting having a few months where Remus just doesn't have to deal with it interesting also i like Lupin
Percy and all the quidditch captains and head girl and it actually being something that happens every year for 7th years just with how long maybe being random
Percy being trapped with Marcus preferably in a situation where Flint is like obsessed with him(has a crush because i love it) and it maybe even being his fault they're trapped was it an accident or intentional? i don't know
Percy being trapped with Oliver in a situation where they are either already together or like really close to it because one of (or both of) them are scared of things changing after graduating even though they are excited about their futures' i feel like it would 100% be an accident for this one like the school went oh? don't want to leave aright! i can do that for you!
Percy being trapped with the twins or any of the siblings i just think it would be interesting and force them to interact a bit which would be good for them preferably in a situation where it's not a very well known thing so all of them are confused as hell
Percy not being sure if Luna is actually trapped with him or just being Luna for like a month because he does keep seeing her in different places and when talking to her she sometimes says stuff that could be referencing that she knows that day is repeating but she's Luna and a second year so he's just so confused (bonus points if she really isn't and it's just like her being just more in tune with it or something) (also can easily be tacked onto any of the others because it's funny)
Percy being trapped with Harry because i like anything that forces them to get to know one another and because i think while Harry would not be like ecstatic being trapped with Percy specifically but would be happy about not having to leave Hogwarts so soon especially if this happened first or second year
if you made it this far through my ramblings here's a little Percy picrew i made
#percy weasley#perciver#flintley#oliver wood#marcus flint#draco malfoy#luna lovegood#harry potter#remus lupin#having so many characters tagged feels weird but i felt like posting these separately would be weirder#look at me though most of these are not even shipping im proud of myself#also i love time shenanigans im sorry#and if you think you saw this twice no you didn't#i had tech difficulties#Elise's Thoughts and Concepts
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flintwood long wizarding war wip
this is also 3+ years old but the au....it compels me to this day oops
“Wood,” Marcus said, inspecting the gun in his hand. “Come here.”
Much to his chagrin, Oliver’s feet obeyed. Flint handed him the weapon; the metal was sleek, cold under his fingers and immediately, his magic wanted to centre around it. He’d grown used to the pull, but it never felt as natural as his wand. The weapons were helpful, though – every Order member had found themselves without their wand, and having a backup option was better than relying on shoddy wandless magic.
“Go on,” Flint nodded, and Oliver turned to face the remaining line of targets against the wall, fresh for practice.
He aimed, focused on the bulls-eye, and pressed the trigger. The crackle of magic pulled from deep within his chest, and then a burst fired a metre above where he meant for it to.
“Fuck,” Oliver cursed. “I’m usually better at this.”
Flint hummed. “Does it feel too light?”
“Not really,” Oliver replied, “It feels fine. Just wasn’t able to aim properly with it yet.”
Marcus came up behind him and settled his hands on Oliver’s hips, adjusting his stance. He nudged Oliver’s shoulder up so that it was once again lined up with the middle of the target.
“Focus,” Flint said, face so close his cheek brushed against Oliver’s.
“Kind of hard to,” Oliver bit out – Flint’s hands were still on his lower back and the heat of them was all he could think about. Marcus hummed, but didn’t move away. “What are you doing?”
“Helping you aim,” Marcus said, “Go on, then.”
Oliver fired twice in quick succession. The first burst of magic hit a few centimetres below the bulls-eye. The second hit it straight on, singing the target.
“There you go,” Marcus said, and Oliver felt large callused hands creep up into the front of his shirt, settling on his lower stomach.
“They’ll be back soon,” Oliver bit out; Flint had always been immensely good at getting his way, and artfully distracting when he wanted to be. “Fucking hell, Higgs probably already knows because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
Marcus had the audacity to laugh, a pleasantly low sound that had surprised Oliver the first time he’d heard it. Hard as it was to admit, it was what had kept him sane on the overnight missions, on the midnight stakeouts where every rustle and every shadow was a Death Eater waiting to strike.
“Higgs doesn’t care about anything but himself,” Marcus said, “Never has.”
He sounded almost fond – Oliver never understood what Slytherins valued, though he’d learned to stop trying.
“So you say.”
“Do you really think he wouldn’t have cursed me out already if he did?” Flint said bluntly. He pulled a flask from his back pocket and took a swig, before offering it to Oliver with a wordless nod. The firewhiskey burned sharply down Oliver’s throat — it was stupid to get drunk on the job, but he was already breaking so much protocol that it didn’t really matter.
Whatever this was with Flint was a glaring conflict-of-interest, hence why Oliver didn’t dare allow anyone else to find out. When they’d first contracted with Flint for weapons – and Merlin, it felt like ages ago – he’d been wary of Marcus’ true intentions, easy to distrust a former Slytherin, especially one that had a father who had the mark and who undoubtedly had face-time with their enemies. But it’d had to be accepted, for the Order and for Oliver’s sanity. Higgs had made a convincing enough case, and some members of the Order had deep enough pockets to keep funding it.
As they made the runs each month, he and Flint had danced around an age-old tension. It’d been a rivalry once – schoolboy matches all the way to professional leagues. Somewhere in between, it’d twisted and morphed into something he couldn’t control.
There was no need to think ahead: Oliver made a point to think day by day, and never about the future.
Thankfully, Flint had tucked away the flask and removed his hands by the time their companions returned. George had slip in hand for dues settled, looking less displeased than usual – clearly, Higgs had gone easy on the negotiated rate this time. The four of them moved in silence with crates split between them, a mixture of hovering charms and brute strength.
“We’ll handle it here,” Oliver said as Flint made a move to load the crates into the equipment they brought. It was managed with an undetectable extension charm, and though he was naive enough to get side-tracked by his own emotions, he wasn’t about to expose the rest of the contents to third parties with no allegiance.
“Suit yourself,” Flint shrugged, waving Higgs inside. “Next shipment will be ready in a month’s time.”
“A month?” George pressed, “Longer than usual.”
“Can’t control every part of the process, unfortunately,” Flint’s smile didn’t meet his eyes.
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“You go on first,” Oliver nodded at George, squinting into the winter sun, “Flint mentioned new developments I want to take a look at. Might be useful.”
The lie slipped easily from his mouth, another one amongst the growing pile of things that had grown like second nature. George didn’t protest, accepting it as much as Oliver could tell. He watched the vibrant flash of red hair disappear on the border of the warehouse, crack resounding indicating that George had managed to apparate away safely, before heading back in.
Flint was waiting for him in his room — temporary sleeping quarters, given the nature of who they were and what they did, but it had a bed and a chair and extra security charms set up. A minimal luxury. His grin, white in the dull light of the room, sent shivers down Oliver’s spine.
Marcus’ hands were bloody, if not directly then through the bodies taken down by one quick press of a trigger. It was easy to forget that, though, when they were pressing Oliver into a mattress.
#flintwood#marcus flint#oliver wood#erinwrites#YEAH BABY i still love this au#long drawn out wizarding war and mixing weapons w magic hello#hp fanfic
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Hey, first off wanted to say I’m a huge fan of your work I’ve been reading ur work for a while and I’ve read your match ups, do you still do matchups for Harry Potter? If you are doing that here’s some info😭:
Looks: Indian, black wavy hair, 5’7, brown eyes with a hint of amber, unconventionally attractive face wise
Personality: very awkward and shy at first but later really loud and adventurous when u get to know me, sarcastic, sharp tounge, funny, smart, empathetic and sensitive, clueless and ditzy of what goes on around me, kind, ambitious
House: slytherin
Style: baggy clothes, streetwear,
Hobbies/pastimes: playing Roblox, reading books, tennis and skateboarding, listening to music,
Ps—>Ik this is a random match up but pleaseeee don’t match me up with Tom riddle I’ll take anyone with him, no offense to him but he’s scary especially since he’ll be Voldemort 💀
Yep, I'm still open for matchups and thank you for liking my work, I really appreciate your kind words a lot, I feel honored you take the time to read my nonsensical work lol. And don't worry, your plea has been answered, I ain't too fond of Moldy Voldy too lol. I'd ship you with...Oliver Wood
Oliver here as a yandere would be caring but not to mention incredibly possessive, clingy and EXTREMELY competitive and obsessive of you as well. He's actually humble about his talents and stuff but when you're around, he can't help but show off a bit for you since he does need to impress you after all. He hopes you fall in love with him after watching him play Quidditch. And he's as serious as making you only his no matter what, just like how he's serious about Quidditch
You could be from a different house and be on the Quidditch team of another house but he just sees this as a way to prove himself to you that he's worthy of your love and affection, he's driven by you to win. It's like you're his source and ray of inspiration, a pillar of strength for him, always pushing him to do better and do his best. Of course, when he shows off too much around you the other members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team are ready to call him out on his behavior much to the amusement of everyone else there and to the embarrassment of Oliver. "Oh, Oliver, is that Y/N I see?" asked Fred in a sing song teasing voice and Oliver tried to quickly look around to where you were and when you flashed him a smile from the stands, he could swear on Merlin that his heart did a somersault
The others started snickering after seeing Oliver's furious blush and who did he think he was fooling? No one was buying the 'I barely even noticed them' nonsense. "They look good don't they?" teased George and Oliver replied in a dreamy way with a small smile on his face "They look good every day... wait... what? HEY! Focus on the match, we need to beat Slytherin today at any cost no matter what!" he turned firm and strict again, making sure his team mates trained hard to beat Slytherin no matter what. His hatred for Slytherin didn't just stop at Quidditch, it just became more stronger when he saw Marcus Flint, the Slytherin's Quidditch team captain talking with you about something
He didn't know why as soon as he saw that sight he felt like either punching him in the face and sending him to the hospital wing or hexing him, a hex involving something about him not being able to use his mouth or tongue anymore to talk with you. He didn't know why he felt so bad, bitter and a mix and storm of emotions flurry inside him. Ranging from rage, anger to resentment and fear. The fear of losing you, for someone like him. No, he would not allow it. He would NEVER allow it, never in a million years, He can even lose in Quidditch, there's always a next time to win but he just can't afford to lose you under any circumstances
"Is he bothering you Y/N?' asked Oliver as he suddenly rushed to your side and distanced you from Flint. Flint scowled and you smiled and replied "No Oliver it's all right, he was just asking me about the homework we received from Potions by Professor Snape. I do have to admit, writing a 5000 word essay based on Potions all around the world and it's effects is quite difficult'' and Oliver immediately needed to get you away from Flint. He didn't like you spending time with him and besides, he could deal with him later on. "Would you like to watch me practice if it's not too much of a hassle? I really look forward to seeing you there'' and you smiled and told him you'd come with him saying bye to Flint
It took him all his restraint not to punch Flint for flirting with you after the practice was done. He wasn't mad at you, of course not. He could never be mad at you, in his eyes you're literal perfection, the definition of a god/ goddess who could do no wrong. Even if you do end up doing something wrong at some point in your life, he will find a hundred different to justify your actions. He'll do his best to keep other guys away from you. Will he stalk you? Well, he prefers to call it 'looking out for you' after all, not everyone at Hogwarts is to be trusted like the Slytherin Quidditch team or Roger Davies for that matter, the irritating hindrance between you both
Oliver is also very protective and a fussy yandere when it comes to you. He treats even the slightest of the scratches like a flesh wound by someone who stabbed you or something. If at all you do get hurt during Quidditch, he'll make you rest, he doesn't want you playing or doing anything when you're injured. He'll drop everything and rush to you, after making sure you're all right he'll carry you bridal style to the Hospital wing for a checkup by Madam Pomfrey just to make sure you aren't really injured. However if someone deliberately injures you, he isn't going to go easy on them. Not only will be make them suffer the humiliation of losing to him and his team at Quidditch, but he'll also break a few bones and send them packing to the Hospital wing, and a few hexes and jinxes won't really go amiss either
If you keep getting injured or flirted with by people, he'll grow anxious for your safety and after feeling slightly insecure, he'll have to kidnap you to save you from all those scumbags. It's for your own good darling, just trust him he'll take care of everything for you
#yandere matchups#yandere oliver wood#yandere oliver wood matchups#yandere x reader matchups#yandere harry potter matchups#yandere harry potter x reader matchups#yandere harry potter scenarios#yandere harry potter imagines#yandere harry potter characters#yandere harry potter x reader#yandere harry potter
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Issues solving Slytherin boys edition
Okay so I think that they have a totally different way of dealing with issues and obviously, they know each other really well so they know what to expect, enjoy
If you want actual good advice to help you deal with the issue, you go to Terrence Higgs. Higgs is the most mature one of them and has that balance between being good with emotions and being logical
If you want to rant about your feelings and cry on sb's shoulder, you go to Adrian Pucey and Miles Bletchley. What can I say, they are lovely, cuddly creatures. They will listen to you, cry with you, and cuss person who hurt you
If you want to forget for a while, you go to Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Bole. The most social and outgoing duo. They will take you somewhere to have fun so you won't think about that stuff for a while. We all know how annoying it is when you can't stop thinking about something. They will keep you entertained and busy and having fun
If you want to get rid of emotions, you go to Marcus Flint, Graham Montague, and Cassius Warrington. Training (Graham's favourite though not the healthiest way to get rid of emotions, especially anger), brutal Quidditch match, destroying something, setting something on fire. Honestly, who has never punched sth with rage? Sometimes you just have to unwind all those unwanted emotions before doing anything to actually solve the problem
#harry potter#slytherin quidditch#slytherin quidditch team#marcus flint#slytherins#slytherin#graham montague#terence higgs#adrian pucey#miles bletchley#peregrine derrick#lucian bole#cassius warrington#Slyth
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And here's the last batch of fic recs I have to wrap up @hprecfest and 2023! Feel free to give these some love, or else add them to your TBR for later to kick off your 2024!
Day 27: A Muggle AU Fic
Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by poppunkpadfoot (Wolfstar, T, 11.8k)
The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and… And a baby strapped to his chest. Okay.
This fic is cute AF! 😍 Doing a reread of this again made me squee about how Remus is such a precious cinnamon roll who needs more hugs, Harry is adorable, and Sirius' flirting is hilarious. So much flangst, this is a bookshop fic, and 1000% a pick-me-up if you need something to brighten your day. A+++ aka go read this ASAP!
Day 28: An Under-Rated Fic
Chimera by Literallyliterary (Flintbell, E, 11.5k)
Years after Hogwarts, years after the war, Katie Bell finds herself traded from the Harpies to the Tornados and into the hands of team captain Marcus Flint. It’s a lot easier to ignore a childhood crush when you have to take orders from him, right? …Right??
I always love a good Quidditch fic, and this one seriously delivers, especially with all the UST built up from Hogwarts days. The way Marcus and Katie push each other's buttons but are clearly attracted to each other is amazing, and there are just so many Feelings waiting to spill out, especially after they get physical. It's spicy, it's got that fiery Gryffindor-Slytherin relationship dynamic we all love, the mutual pining is for real, and the competitive streak is so alive. For the game, for a chance, and yeah, this was what really solidified my love for this rare pair when I first discovered them. Def give this a shot if you'd like to dip into new ships!
Day 29: A Post-Canon Fic
Crimson Neon by @xanthippe74 | xanthippe74 (Drarry, M, 20.6k)
Winter, 1999. Harry thought going to New York would help him get his head on straight, but all he has to show for it are sore feet and a fridge full of takeaway containers. And now he’s homesick on top of everything else. It doesn’t help that his mysterious neighbour in 2C keeps cooking dishes that remind Harry of home and all the people he lost or left behind.
I adore fics that include anything senses or food related. And gosh, this one with the angst and food as a love language is gorgeous. The small details really makes this a story I can visually see. Also, Draco cooks! 'Nuff said. And the way Harry and Draco gradually fall in love is so heartwarming. It's on their own terms, in a different country. Love, love, love. Definitely a must-read for a sleepy or rainy day.
Day 31: A Fav Amongst Favs
Drowned Boy by bmouse (Marcus/Percy/Oliver, M, 4k)
Oliver wants to drown himself. Percy wants to study, but he's willing to be distracted. Marcus probably wants trouble, but it's hard to tell.
Sooo, PoA is my 2nd fav HP book, and any references to that Quidditch game where Oliver tries drowning himself in the shower or missing moments right after are gold. Marcus and Oliver banter at each other as usual, but then Percy gets tangled in their chaos, and it kind of escalates. They're all boys with hormones, and yeah. 😜 This fic is so well written where you can see the attraction between each of them, and the dynamics work. *chef's kiss* (And since I genuinely like to delve into character studies for Marcus, Percy and Oliver, this was the fic convinced me that they're an awesome triad. Hell yeah.)
#hprecfest2023#wolfstar#flintbell#drarry#marcus/percy/oliver#multiship#spicy#fic recs#rec lists#hp fanfic#sugareey#sugareey recs things
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Magnificent Maddy, beautiful @thebooktopus, sweet special someone...here's to you!
Maddy started this excellent month last year, so it seems only right I start with her this year! All the effort and LOVE Maddy put into her posts last year? Incredible. I checked every day, so excited to see who she would talk about. I ended up following several new people last year thanks to her, and checking out many new stories (even for ships and tropes I don't normally read!) And I walked away with many new friends!
Following March last year, I was deep in Snarry-a-Thon hell, having actual meltdowns trying to write Contempt. Listen, I'm a mess on a good day, especially when writing, but never more so than writing Contempt! And when I was sobbing and second-guessing myself, Maddy was one of the lovely humans who offered to look at my draft for me and who encouraged me to keep going. Truly, I have no idea what I would have done without her and others' help! My poor precious fic would have ended up in the trash, if not my whole laptop on fire! Her time and care meant so much to me then and is still so special to me now, knowing how important her help was in finishing a work I love so much.
There is such goodness in Maddy's heart, and her generosity and kindness are so inspiring and incredible. She has been an absolute sweetheart! Of course, Maddy is more than just the love she gives. She is a creator in her own right! So many goodies she's made, a variety of ships and stories! I've specially selected FIVE to recommend to you! And if you can, please be sure to leave Maddy some love!
Galaxies in Their Eyes
Ginny/Luna. Rated: T. Words: 350. Trans Luna. Self-acceptance. Love. Affection.
This moment exists for Luna and Ginny together, here and now, and across all of the galaxies.
I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms
James Sirius/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 15,638. Secret relationship. Falling in love. Minor Scorbus. Fluff & smut. Next Gen Fest 2022.
James has moved home, and he's all grown up. Teddy takes notice.
Or: how James and Teddy tried to keep their hands off each other in the lead-up to Albus and Scorpius' wedding and didn't exactly succeed.
I Wanna Be On You
Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 6,565. Roommates. Friends to lovers. Fluff & smut. H/D Wireless 2022.
What is it about Draco singing off-key in their kitchen that pushes Harry to admit his feelings? One thoughtful act between roommates that leads to so much more.
Life After Quidditch
Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 11,000. Enemies to lovers. Injuries. Minor Drarry. Minor Ginsy. Charity auctions. Fluff and smut. Wood You Rather 2022.
After a career-ending injury, Oliver Wood is forced to take an early retirement. And what does early retirement look like for famous Quidditch players? The charity circuit. Galas, bake sales, auctions—you name it, Oliver’s agent had signed him up for it.
Oliver didn’t know what to expect from this new life, but it certainly wasn’t Marcus Flint popping up at every turn. Or for him to be friendly and welcoming, unwilling to let Oliver stew in his self-loathing. Or for him to look so good in yoga pants. Or to fall for the git.
Space Girl
Ginny/Luna. Rated: M. Words: 350. Love-letters. Kinkuary 2022. Face-sitting.
You, my love, my moon. I worry sometimes that you are just an interloper here, destined again someday for the stars. People comment that your head is in the clouds, but I know the truth: it’s the whole of you up there, floating around, unbothered and ungoverned by the laws of this world.
Oh, also, can't forget last year's Mutuals March Masterlist!
for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.
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xxDustNight88 Taylor Swift Inspired Fics
Album/Era - Debut/Taylor Swift
Title: Tied Together Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Word Count: 958 Song: Tied Together with a Smile Summary: Draco helps Hermione see that it's okay to not be so perfect all the time.
Album/Era - Fearless
Title: I'm Right Here Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Ginny Weasley & Hermione Granger Word Count: 1,180 Song: Come in with the Rain Summary: Sometimes you just need your best friend to know that everything is going to be okay.
Album/Era - Speak Now
Title: A Fragile Line Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Lily Evans Potter Word Count: 1,902 Song: Haunted Summary: Some mistakes haunt us forever.
Album/Era - Red
Title: Quite Some Time Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Daphne Greengrass Word Count: 1,056 Song: Stay Stay Stay Summary: After a fight, Blaise and Daphne have to talk out their issues. Title: Watching Love Bloom Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Blaise Zabini/Luna Lovegood Word Count: 996 Song: Begin Again Summary: Luna takes a chance with Blaise and finds her heart healing.
Album/Era - 1989
Title: In the Clear Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Jess Mariano/Daphne Greengrass Universes: Gilmore Girls, Harry Potter Word Count: 3,562 Song: Out Of The Woods Summary: Daphne moves to the States for school after the war and makes a friend who changes her world. Title: That's How it Works Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Jane Foster/Theodore Nott Universes: Harry Potter, Marvel Word Count: 1,704 Song: How You Get the Girl Summary: Natasha and Darcy take Jane on a tropical getaway to cheer her up.
Album/Era - Reputation
Title: Delicate Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Tony Stark/Pansy Parkinson Universes: Harry Potter, Marvel Word Count: 2,693 Song: Delicate Summary: After meeting, Tony offers Pansy the opportunity to be his fake date. One kiss leads to another until they're finally forced to make a decision. Title: Home Rated: Mature Pairing: Marcus Flint/Hermione Granger Word Count: 4,693 Song: I Don't Wanna Live Forever [ZAYN ft. TS] Summary: It's hard to go on living when your home is gone, especially when you don't even know why she left in the first place. Sometimes we're able to put ourselves back together, but other times... We fall further apart.
Album/Era - Lover
None.... Yet...
Album/Era - Folklore
Title: A Fine Line Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger Word Count: 1,671 Song: exile [ft. Bon Iver] Summary: Theo worries that what he once had with Hermione may be gone forever.
Album/Era - Evermore
Title: Wreck My Plans Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Thor/Hermione Granger Universes: Harry Potter, Marvel Word Count: 1,084 Song: willow Summary: Hermione gets a little impatient when it comes to a big life change.
Album/Era - Midnights
None... Yet...
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tastastastassss please would you share some percy weasley headcanons or thoughts about him in general
(just remembered he and oliver wood were in the same year and thus dorm... and percy gives me Massive twink energy, like a less dramatic francis abernathy)
HI YES i will indeed do this
so yeah in canon percy and oliver shared a dorm but in my mind there is no way percy weasley isn't in slytherin so my percy shares a dorm w marcus flint instead. anyways here are some headcanons
he's very bisexual and yes definitely a twink
he's also tall. probably one of if not the tallest guys in his year
good poker face but this man is a huge simp. for christmas, valentine's day, oliver's birthday, etc. he always panics on what to buy and gets oliver like 40 things including like 8 bouquets of flowers lol
penelope clearwater and marcus flint are his best friends other than oliver !! these four are chaotic. marauders vibes but they don't get caught
definitely a bit of a drama queen, but he hates when people (marcus) point it out b/c he does not see himself that way.
studies too hard for his own good and still has time for quidditch somehow (he's only playing to beat fred and george. he's a chaser btw)
actually very sensitive. like he will be stoic until something inconveniences him and then he will SOB
hates himself a little bit (sometimes a lot) because he's so different from his family
insecure about his freckles
takes younger slytherin students (like draco malfoy) under his wing because he knows what it's like to be part of the house everybody hates
fully despises dumbledore
always the first to notice when something's wrong (quirrell being sus, something being wrong with "moody"/crouch sr, etc) but alwasy the last person adults listen to
has been best friends with ginny since she was a little kid
does more for his siblings than they realize. cares about them so much, and his heart breaks every time they choose to fight with him or tease him instead of seeing how fucked up it is that he was shunned for being different
was almost put in gryffindor/is in gryffindor because he's extremely brave
was put in slytherin/almost put in slytherin because he will do anything for those he cares about, even if it's considered morally wrong
has and will use unforgivables; they're just spells to him, they're not anything scary or different
patronus is a crow
animagius form (i told you he and his friends were like the marauders lol) is a cat
if he notices two people pining for each other he will do everything in his power to make them date because he's quite the romantic. oliver helps.
has trained himself not to blush because he's so pale he just turns into a beet if he blushes at all (his friends, oliver especially, still make him go red occasionally)
cut off contact with arthur and molly for a little while after the war and was only really talking to ginny, occasionally charlie and bill
becomes head of the dmle
starts a petition after the war to get the atrium statue at the ministry - which shows a bunch of non-wizard creatures looking up to wizards like they're the superior beings - taken down. he does not shut up about this project until the statue is replaced, he hates it so much
that's all for now !! but feel free to send me more asks, ty for this one :)
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Distract and Win (A Flintwood story)
Please, give a big “hourrah” to my current and new obsession: The Flintwood ship !
Help me, I’m drowning into obsession other an internet couple.
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Despite his incredible hability of focusing on an specific task, especially when it came to Quidditch matters, Oliver could sometimes be distracting. Of course, it wasn’t easy nor recurrent to take this young man away from his beloved sport; many tried and many failed to the point where it became ridiculous to count any attempt. The ones who wanted to drew a list of it gave up after one week, for the Weasley twin discouraged them.
“Give a number.” Fred would command with an amused grin, as his brother grabbed their shoulders with a similar smile. “It would always be higher than you imagined, pal.” And if she was present, Angelina would shake her head in agreement.
So, no, it wasn’t easy peasy lemon squeezy – as young wizards might say – to hijack Oliver’s attention however one boy, one annoying but charismatic boy, defied all the odds.
His eyes, as dark and mysterious as the night, stared at the Keeper while he was trying to establish a new strategy for the next match. Marcus Flint, Slytherin from head to toes, devour the Gryffindor in silence without even touching him.
What a bastard, thought Oliver as his quill hardly pressed against the parchment. If Flint’s purpose was to drive him crazy, he did an amazing job, for the Keeper couldn’t see and hear anything else but his satisfying grin and his petty humming. By Merlin’s beard, he couldn’t work in these conditions!
“What are you staring at, douchebag?” Oliver finally spit as he harshly put his quill down.
“Your face.” The other boy quickly answered, a cheeky grin spreading on his face.
“My face?” Asked the Gryffindor with a disdain tone. “What’s up with it?”
“It’s pretty.”
“Yes, and?”
Flint drew himself closer, before he whispered to Oliver’s ear those few words: “I want to kiss it.”
The Keeper almost choked as the other pushed his parchments, ink and quill to the floor. The furniture caused a horrible racket as it crashed on the slab, but no one cared enough to pity it. Marcus was definitely more interested by his companion’s neck, and Oliver was forced to acknowledge his presence, shivering when lips finally found his skin.
“You are ambitious, Flint.” He noticed with a stern voice, eyes following the pureblood’s moves. Marcus knew what he was doing; pretending indifference became uncomfortable for Oliver but he refused to abandoned himself to his companion’s hands so easily. He carefully and firmly put his fingers on the boy’s stomach and forced him to back down. “Maybe a little too much for your own good.”
“Never when it comes to you, Wood.” The Slytherin purred as he placed his hand on Oliver’s. “Plus, I know you liked it.”
“Like what?”
“When I claim you.”
Damnit. The little bastard made a point; Oliver found him hot when passion guided his gestures, enflamed his voice and words, darkened his eyes with an irresistible fire. In his rage or in his love, Marcus became the most beautiful wizard alive to him. He didn’t care about how people described the Slytherin as disgusting, repulsive because of his teeth or his general look, none of it matters when Flint embraced his feeling so abruptly. The pride dancing in his dark and hypnotic eyes meant everything for Oliver.
He lived for it, breathed for it as he lived for the Quidditch and the sensations it awoke in him.
“Having a huge confidence on yourself, haven’t you?”
“It’s not the only huge thing about me, Woody.”
Oliver snorted before his eyes lightened with amusement. “Compared to my ex’s di…”
Marcus muffled an insult on his robe then he assertively grabbed the Gryffindor wrist, attracted him against his chest and kissed his lips. Such an impulsive move; predictable also, but Oliver kept this thought to himself. He enjoyed the taste of his partner’s mouth upon his, licked it and pushed his tongue on the other’s teeth. “Did I hit a nerve here, Flint?”
“Fucking bastard.” The Slytherin tried to push himself away, but Oliver caught his cheeks between his hands and embraced him once again. Marcus started this stupid game, and he the Keeper would never let him win; never.
“I will fuck you so hard tonight…” The chaser whispered between two kisses. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow…”
A wide and predatory grin grew on Oliver’s face. “Who is fucking who right now, Marcus?”
Marcus’s cheeks redden as the other boy breathed against his ear, fingers circling on the base of his neck with impertinence. “That’s what I thought…” He bit his earlobe then released the Slytherin, proud and victorious.
“Shut it already.”
The chaser sighed then straightened up, defeated despite his best efforts to win over the Gryffindor boy. However, he allowed himself one last act of defiance; well-aware that Oliver was stilled ecstatic. As he started to walk away, Marcus slapped his companion’s ass. “Good luck with the cleaning, Oliver.”
“See you later, Marcus.”
They shared one more smile, then Marcus disappeared in the corridors.
Sure, he didn’t win this time, nevertheless he could be proud to be one of the few selected people who could mess with Oliver. And it wasn’t nothing.
#writing#harry potter#oliver wood#marcus flint#flintwood#just rewatched all movies with my wife and poof!#They just can't get out of my mind now#Help me#Tell me I'm not the only one who ship them#gryffindor#slytherin#quidditch#marcus x oliver#Oliver x Marcus
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