#* RELATIONSHIPS ( marcus flint. )

[postsbycass]

Of Beasts and Bloodlines, Chapter 1

[ blurb ]

At Hogwarts, dark forces threaten student safety and the beloved Quidditch season. But does Oliver Wood know more than he is letting on?

Or…

Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley are forced to work together… but don’t worry, it’s fine, nothing will go horribly wrong. Probably.

AND FINALLY…START OF CHAPTER:

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Sunday, the 1st of September, 1991.

10:57.

Percy knows—he’s been checking the time every five seconds since he arrived at Platform 9¾

His mother was in the middle of her third round of goodbye hugs, and Percy endured it with minimal squirming. Well, sort of.

“You’ll do brilliantly, my darling,” Molly Weasley whispered fiercely, brushing imaginary dust off his robes.

“Yes, thank you, Mum,” Percy replied. “I have my list. Everything’s in order.”

Behind them, Fred and George were trying to attach a dungbomb to Ron’s trunk while Arthur distractedly checked his muggle watch. He’d been obsessed with that thing lately…

“Right, well, I need to be on board early,” Percy said, stepping back from the embrace. “Prefects are expected to—”

“Yes, yes,” Molly interrupted, tearful. “Go on then, darling. Make us proud.”

Mrs. Weasley kissed both his cheeks, twice, and Percy made a face of discomfort. She was halfway through waving off his siblings when he turned to Ginny, who was hovering nearby, red-eyed and fiercely trying not to sniffle.

“Make sure you keep your room tidy,” he said, adjusting his glasses in that precise way that meant he was nervous. “And help Mum out when you can. I won’t be there to remind you.”

Ginny huffed, scrubbing at her nose. “I know, Percy.”

“I mean it,” he added. “No leaving your socks under the bed. No scribbling on the walls with enchantments—”

“That was Fred and George!”

Percy raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Regardless. Be good. You’re the only one left at home now.”

Ginny crossed her arms, lower lip trembling but held high. “I’m always good.”

“Right,” Percy said, softening just a little. “Well. Stay that way.”

There was a pause—awkward, uncertain—where it looked like he might hug her. But instead, he gave her a brisk nod and turned toward the train, adjusting his badge for what was the fourth time that morning.

10:59.

Inside the train, chaos reigned as usual. Students weaving through narrow corridors, trunks being hauled and dropped, owls shrieking from cages…but Percy only saw checkboxes. He mentally ticked off each item on his itinerary: arrive early, attend Prefect meeting, patrol the corridors, settle into routine.

The designated Prefect compartment was near the front of the train, away from the excited first years. Honestly? It felt like entering a different realm—one where everything was orderly, predictable, and most importantly, serious. The moment he stepped inside, he straightened his spine a little more, adjusted his badge a fifth time (if you can believe it), and took in the other students with the cool scrutiny of someone determined to be seen as an equal.

Penelope Clearwater was already there, seated near the window with her notes lined up in perfect little rows. Her penmanship was maddeningly neat. Ever letter is precisely angled, as though the parchment itself had demanded perfection. Percy, who prided himself on his own tidy scrawl, had the sudden urge to rewrite his entire planner. Dammit.

She glanced up. “Weasley.”

“Clearwater,” he replied smoothly, settling onto the seat opposite her.

The other Prefects trickled in, a mix of returning prefects and the new, 5th year ones, such as Percy himself. There was an informal sense of hierarchy already in place: the older students sat more comfortably, joking with each other, while the younger ones kept their backs straight and their voices quiet..

One Head Boy, a tall Hufflepuff named Davinder Patel, called the meeting to order. Percy immediately sat up even straighter, quill poised, planner open. This was it. The beginning of his prefectship.

“Alright, lads and lasses,” Davinder began, tone easy but commanding. “We’ve got a lot to cover before we get to the school, so let’s keep this moving. Patrol rotations, first-year guidance teams, curfew enforcement—you know the drill.”

Percy’s hand flew across his parchment, writing quite literally every word. His brow furrowed when someone next to him snorted at a joke Davinder made about how Slytherin Prefects always vanish right before trouble starts. Not everything had to be funny. This was important.

Penelope leaned in slightly at one point to clarify something under her breath—“It’s every third Thursday, not second”—and Percy felt a strange twinge of admiration and competition at once. She was sharp. Efficient. Possibly sharper than him.

He hated how much that thrilled him.

There was a brief discussion on disciplinary protocol, during which one of the sixth-year Gryffindor Prefects asked, “Do we have to write everything down, or is that just a Percy thing?”

Several students laughed.

Percy went bright red. “Keeping records is standard practice,” he muttered, not looking up.

Penelope cut in, of course. “Actually, it’s encouraged. The Head Girl said last year that thorough documentation helped when reporting repeat offenses.”

Percy glanced at her. She didn’t even look up from her planner. But he made a note to thank her later. Or maybe never. He hadn’t decided yet.

The meeting wrapped up after thirty minutes, with folders distributed, patrol partners assigned, and everything reviewed. Percy left the compartment feeling…different. Not relaxed, exactly. But he didn’t feel like an imposter. Not entirely. He had a role to play, a place where order mattered. And he planned to be excellent at it.

Even if it meant rewriting his to-do list three times before the train arrived.

11:30

After the meeting, Percy returned to a mostly empty compartment three cars down and settled in. He was only halfway through his notes on Prefect duties when the door slid open again and someone slouched in.

Oliver Wood. Percy’s Quidditch-obsessed dorm mate, for the last 4 years.

His hair looked like he’d run through a wind tunnel, and his uniform was only technically tidy—just enough to pass inspection, but clearly thrown on in a hurry. His eyes had that bleary, battle-worn look of someone who’d slept too little and thought too much.

“Morning,” Oliver grunted, tossing his bag onto the seat across from Percy and collapsing after it like a man who’d run from Hogsmeade to London.

Percy didn’t look up. “It’s nearly noon.”

Oliver waved that off. “Details.”

Fair enough. Percy carefully finished underlining something on his parchment, then frowned, realizing something.

“…Why are you even in here? This is the Prefect compartment.”

Oliver groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Yeah. I know. I’ll leave in a bit. I just…I needed a place to breathe.”

Percy blinked. “Breathe?”

“It’s chaos out there,” Oliver muttered. “I can’t deal with it right now.”

He leaned back, eyes shut, jaw tight.

“Didn’t think the bloody drama would start before we even reached the school.”

Percy opened his mouth, probably to say something about rules or boundaries, but paused. Oliver looked… genuinely tired. Less of the usual firebrand and more like someone already bracing for impact.

“…You’re not supposed to be here,” Percy said, but with less bite than before.

“I know,” Oliver replied, not moving. “Just… give me ten minutes before I have to go back to pretending I have any control over that team.”

Percy sighed, eyes flicking down to his parchment. “Fine. But if Penelope comes back and sees you in here, I’m not defending you.”

Silence settled for a few moments, save for the scribble of Percy’s quill and Oliver’s muffled rummaging through his bag.

Then:

“They’ve gutted us,” Oliver said suddenly.

Percy blinked. “I beg your pardon? Gutted ‘us’ how, exactly?”

“Quidditch,” Oliver replied, rubbing his temples like a man plagued by strategy and ghosts. “Charlie’s gone. Charlie. That’s a massive hole in the lineup. We’ve no Seeker. Bell says Spinnet might not come back this year. Johnson wants to try Beater—she’s good, but we need her as Chaser, and we’ve already got the twins as Beaters. And I’ve just found out something. Something horrid. Bell’s crushing on a Slytherin.”

He said it like she’d announced her plans to join a magical terrorist organization.

Percy looked up, mildly alarmed. “Is that… dangerous, somehow?”

“No. Worse. It’s Quidditch incest.”

There was a beat of silence.

Percy blinked again. “I… don’t follow.”

Oliver flailed an arm. “She’s fraternizing with the enemy! It’s unnatural! Like—like a Bludger and a Snitch having tea together. You don’t like someone who’s actively trying to concuss you!”

From somewhere down the corridor, a voice shouted, “It’s not incest, Oliver!”

“Oh well that makes it okay then, I suppose???” Oliver yelled back. “Cancel the whole season! Bring cupcakes to the matches! Let’s all snog midair and call it a draw!”

He collapsed backward into his seat, looking personally betrayed by romance itself.

Percy slowly set down his quill and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You do realize,” he said carefully, “that liking a member of the opposing team isn’t a war crime.”

“Tell that to the scoreboard,” Oliver muttered. “Slytherin’s stacked this year. Flint’s still Captain, which means he’s still alive somehow, despite the rumors.”

Percy wasn’t going to ask about the rumors. That was a detour he didn’t have time for.

“Marcus Flint is an idiot,” Percy replied primly. “But he plays dirty. That makes him dangerous.”

Oliver pointed at Percy. “See? Exactly. Katie gets distracted by his teammate’s stupid cheekbones, and next thing you know, she’s missing passes and crying on the pitch.”

Percy raised an eyebrow. “Do you actually think that will happen, or are you just catastrophizing to avoid addressing your tactical gaps?”

Oliver stared at him.

“Who hurt you,” he whispered.

Percy flushed. “I’m just saying! Emotional distractions are manageable if you prioritize discipline. Personally, I avoid them altogether.”

Oliver pulled a face. “You say that like you’re proud.”

“I am,” Percy snapped. “It’s my first year as Prefect. I have a reputation to maintain. If you think I’m going to risk—”

“Oh Merlin, you are proud.”

They glared at each other across the compartment.

“Look,” Oliver sighed. “You do your little patrols and make your tidy little lists. That’s your Quidditch. This? This chaos? This is mine.”

He tapped his temple.

Percy, against his better judgment, cracked a smile.

“And here I thought your chaos lived entirely in your vocal cords, with how much you shout.”

Oliver grinned. “Only when Flint’s involved.”

They lapsed into silence again, this time companionable. Outside, the scenery blurred as the train rolled on. Percy resumed his notes with slightly less urgency. Oliver bounced his leg restlessly, as if powered by some sort of magical stimulant.

A knock on the compartment door made them both glance up. Penelope Clearwater slid it open, composed as ever.

“We’re arriving in ten,” she told Percy.

“Right.” Percy stood, smoothing his robes. “Best to start early.”

As he moved past Oliver, the other boy leaned back lazily.

“Try not to enforce any international treaties while you’re at it, Percy.”

7:30

The Great Hall glowed with warm candlelight, its enchanted ceiling mirroring the dusky September sky. The first years shuffled in behind the prefects, wide-eyed and whispering, the newness of it all clinging to them like static. Percy Weasley led the Gryffindors with the brisk, rigid efficiency of someone carrying several invisible clipboards. His badge gleamed just enough to make him sit straighter.

Behind him, the Gryffindor table buzzed—bets on House placements, heated recounts of train compartment drama, Fred and George laughing too hard to be innocent.

That was never a good sign.

Percy slid into a seat midway down the table, eyes sweeping the Hall with quiet precision. He was watching. That was his job now. He looked like a traumatized owl, but hey…that was kind of the point, right?

“Not bad crop this year,” Oliver murmured beside him, making Percy twitch. “Couple of them looked like they could handle a broom.”

“They’re eleven.”

“Exactly. Start ‘em young.”

Percy inhaled through his nose

As the Sorting began, Oliver leaned forward each time a name was called, whispering evaluations like a coach scouting talent at a toddler tryout.

“Too nervous. Nope. That one’s got a good center of gravity. Definitely fast.”

“You can’t tell that from their name.”

“Wrong. You just don’t have The Eye.”

“You do realize this is an ancient House tradition, not a recruitment drive.”

“Why can’t it be both?” Oliver grinned like this was the cleverest thing he’d said all year. “Ooh—Higgins! Percy, did you hear Higgins? He said he likes flying. That’s a good sign. Make a note.”

“I’m not writing that down.”

“You’re thinking about it, though.”

Unfortunately, he was.

The Sorting ended, the Hat’s last echoes fading into the high-arched ceiling. The first years found their places—some glowing with pride, others blinking in numb horror. A tearful, pureblood Hufflepuff was already regretting everything.

Percy scanned the Gryffindor additions, instinctively noting who might need help, and who might end up lighting a toilet on fire. And then, of course, there was the issue of Harry Potter.

Something about him made Percy uneasy—and he had a feeling this year was going to be long.

Very long.

The feast was already winding down. Pudding plates scraped clean, chatter rising like steam. Oliver Wood, meanwhile, was visibly vibrating beside Percy—restraining himself from leaping onto the table and announcing Quidditch tryouts to a room of half-conscious first years. No, genuinely. He’s legitimately trembling.

Percy sliced an apple and muttered, “If you say the word ‘practice’ before the first-years find their beds, I’m leaving.”

“I’m not,” Oliver lied.

His eyes flicked across the Hall—and locked.

“Flint’s looking over here again.”

Across the room, Marcus Flint leaned lazily against the Slytherin table, laughing at something Cassius Warrington had said. Broad-shouldered, square-jawed, and constantly five seconds from a brawl, he looked like he’d been carved out of granite and then left in the sun too long. His smile, when it landed on Oliver, was smug and just a touch too slow. He raised a hand in a mocking little wave.

Oliver scowled. “Gross. Smarmy git.”

“Focus,” Percy warned.

And then, as if summoned by chaos itself, Katie Bell leaned over the table. “Hey, Oliver? Is it true Montague made the Slytherin team this year?”

Oliver paused mid-glare. “Yeah. Why?”

Katie tilted her head, trying to be casual. “No reason. He just… looks taller.”

Percy choked on a bit of apple.

Oliver turned to her, aghast. “Taller?! What does that even—Katie, you can’t be serious—”

“I didn’t say I like him!” Katie insisted, her face pinking. “Just that he’s… tall now. That’s all.”

Before Oliver could spiral further, Marcus Flint chose that exact moment to stroll over, looking like he owned the floorboards.

“Well, well,” he drawled. “Evening, Wood. Congratulations on having the most open-minded Chaser lineup this year.”

He nodded to Katie with exaggerated charm. “Montague says hi, by the way.”

Katie nearly slid under the table. Oliver stood so fast his goblet went flying. “You! You stay the hell away from my Chasers, Flint!”

Flint gave a slow smirk. “Bit possessive, aren’t you? Or are you just jealous she noticed someone with actual talent—”

That was when Angelina Johnson calmly set down her spoon with a little clink.

She folded her arms. “Alright. That’s it.”

Oliver froze. As did Katie…

“Flint,” Angelina said, voice calm but cutting.

Marcus leaned in, cocky as ever. “Yeah, Johnson?”

She gestured to her dessert. “Your face is making my treacle tart taste worse.”

A hush swept down the table.

Flint’s eyebrows lifted. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” she said, gesturing to her plate. “You show up, start strutting like a preening Hippogriff, and now all I taste is sweat and ego. Unkindly shove off.”

A snort of laughter came from somewhere near George. Someone at the Ravenclaw table winced sympathetically.

Flint’s smirk twitched. “Y’know what? Fine. Hope you lot enjoy losing this year. Especially with Wood playing captain and emotional support owl.”

He stormed off. Oliver opened his mouth to yell something—

Angelina didn’t even look up. “And you. Don’t.”

Oliver closed his mouth.

“If I hear one more word about Montague, Katie’s tragic preferences, or how Slytherins don’t blink like normal people, I will personally end this meal with violence.”

Oliver held up both hands in surrender.

Angelina picked up her fork again, peaceful as could be. “Thank you. Now let’s all try acting like normal people for five minutes so Dumbledore can give his speech without someone throwing a fork.”

Percy let out a breath.

Katie whispered, “All I said was that he’s tall.”

Angelina, still not looking up: “Katie, I swear to Merlin—”

The Great Hall fell into silence.

No one had seen Dumbledore enter. But suddenly, there he stood at the head table. Tall, robed, and far wearier than Percy remembered. His eyes swept across the Hall as he raised his hands for quiet.

“Welcome,” he said, his voice as calm as ever, but distant, too. “To another year at Hogwarts.”

The silence hung close.

“As always, we gather in the spirit of discovery, friendship, and growth. But this year…” he paused, and for a moment, Percy felt the air itself hold its breath, “this year may prove… complicated.”

Chairs creaked. A nervous laugh or two echoed.

“There are things that go unnoticed until they move. Shadows with no shape. Doors that do not open. Whispers you will not trace to any mouth. Should you encounter something unusual—do not dismiss it. Come forward. Tell someone.”

Oliver shifted beside Percy, brow furrowed.

“You may also find,” Dumbledore went on, with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “that allies arise in unexpected places. Let that not be a cause for fear. Hogwarts stands when we stand together.”

He raised his goblet.

“To unity. To vigilance. And to another year of magic.”

The hall clapped, quiet and uneven. Percy looked across to Penelope, who met his eyes with a frown.

Something was off.

He looked back toward the staff table—noticed McGonagall whispering something to Flitwick, Snape’s arms crossed tighter than usual, even Hagrid fidgeting. Dumbledore, now seated, wasn’t touching his food. He was staring into nothing with a distant, unreadable look.

It wasn’t just nerves. It wasn’t just a new term.

Something was wrong. Percy didn’t know what, but the air had changed.

Even the ceiling—normally enchanted to look like the sky—looked different now. Too still. Too dark. Like it was watching back, almost.

Beside him, Oliver swallowed, then leaned in and whispered, “This is how it always starts in those horror novels my cousin Victoria reads. Next thing you know, someone’s broom tries to kill them.”

Percy stared at him. “…What?”

Oliver shrugged, already grabbing a final roll off the platter. “I’m just saying. If my broom starts growling or developing opinions, I’m not flying it.”

He took a bite, thoughtful. “Though, I dunno. If it helps block Slytherin goals, might be worth the risk.”

Percy sighed through his nose. “You’re going to die first.”

“Yeah, but it’d be in a wicked way. Probably during a dive.”

[word count: 3,135]

authors note -> I’M SORRY. I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR LIKE, EVER. I KNOW I SAID I’D PUT THIS OUT IN JANUARY (twas all a lie) BUT IT IS HERE NOW !!! ENJOY. ALSO TAGGING MY BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL SCRUMPTIOUS DELIGHTFUL BESTIE BOO WHO HAS ENDURED MY RANTING AND RAVING THESE PAST MONTHS. @amethystandemma

[callmesel]

I'm trying to write down the Racer AU idea but it like, I can't 😭

I have written 5 different versions and I don't know what I like best

The first one would be that Percy is some how force to go to an illegal race competition (maybe by the twins or something like that) and Oliver is there and is like "wow, he is hot" and they start from that and Marcus is just like "wow, he is good and pretty" and he wants to start something with Percy. And Percy is just like, "wow, two hot men that probably won't talk to me ever in my life"

The second idea (the one I like the most) is that Oliver is the one racing and Percy is there to cheer him, even though he knows is super dangerous but he likes to see Oliver happy. And they are like best friends that both have a crush on each other but they don't want to admit it.

Marcus is just there to be Oliver's rival in the track and as a love interest for Percy and they are like super competitive with each other but in a chill way?? And then he sees Percy and he's interested in him and flirts with him. Oliver doesn't like that and so he is jealous so he has a fight with Percy and they end up confessing their feelings and starts dating.

But what happens with Marcus? Percy kinds of have a crush on him and Oliver is like, okay, he is hot and attractive and they both discover that they have a crush on Marcus and don't now what to do.

They then go out on a club as a couple and see Marcus alone. They are all super drunk and they end up in someone's place and have like fucked and the next day they decide what they want to do with their love live and just decide to be a polyamorous couple and they live happily ever after.

Other version of this idea is that Percy starts dating Marcus first and Oliver is like super depressed and confronts Marcus after a bad race and they get into a heated argument and they kiss.

Oliver feels super bad because, he hasn't just lost his best friend but he has also made his new boyfriend cheat with him so he is not talking to Percy and distancing himself from him so he doesn't hurt him anymore. While Marcus is at home and is like, damn, they are both hot, I want to date them both, nerd x bad boy, rivals to lovers, best friends to lovers, best tropes.

Percy hasn't get over Oliver so he is like, I have to tell Marcus that I'm not ready. And they talk and is like:

Marcus: You are in love with your bf, right?

Percy: How did you know?

Marcus: Me too, bro

And they are like, what do we do now? Marcus had told him about the kiss

They decide to go and tell Oliver, while the man is using his pets as a therapist (probably a cat or dog) and Percy go to his house and tells him that they have to talk. Oliver Stars to apologise bit Percy shuts hem and he tells him that he is in love with him but he understands that if he doesn’t feel the same, they could forget that any thing happened or they could even stop talking. That if he wants to go for Marcus he can and all that stuff. But Oliver is like, “no, no no, is not that, but like, I do like Marcus but I like you too and arghh” she just kisses Percy and they make out and now they have to sort their feelings. The. Marcus walks up to Oliver and tells him that he finds him attractive and would like to try something (at this point Percy has already told him about being a poly couple but he has to talk to Marcus and stuff) So they all go to a cafe together at sorts it all and now they are all dating each other.

There is a third version and is like the second one, but still illegal and involves Marcus going to jail and stuff but that is a story for another day.

[elisedonut]

A Pre-Perciverus scenario where they have to take a professional style photo together for some reason or another that i don't care to invent

where they have to be like dressed up and stuff point is as they're standing in front of the camera Marcus's tie is messed up so Percy fixes it for him because obv they're both in this photo and if Marcus looks bad it will make Percy look bad too but fixing it makes Oliver feel jealous which is made worse by Marcus looking at him challengingly over Percy's head leading to Oliver messing up his own tie and hair in an attempt to get attention too

Which does work because then Percy turns to him and exasperatedly fixes him too even if he's now a little peeved that neither of them seem to have taken this seriously before turning back towards the camera all the while the other two are glaring and flipping each other off before actually standing still for the photo

Point is this event is now what the new photo repeats over and over because I think its fun

[shitakimooshrooms]

I spent like an hour writing my au for Percy Weasley’s 7 years at hogwarts + the aftermath with my headcanoned group of friends/polycule that he has and I’m not even done. I will post it tomorrow if I finish it then. (Please read tags for more info)

[starrnobella]

Title: All Bets Are Off Square Filled: Secret Relationship Pairing: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood Rating: General Audience Major Tags: None Summary: A stupid bet over the Slytherin/Gryffindor Quidditch match came to a crashing halt. Word Count: 2286 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Denopoly/works/53252341

Created for @dracos-den

[ldrfanatic]

i miss you

theodore nott x reader

yeah this is gonna be angsty.

synopsis - a mini-series where reader and theo break up after a three year relationship and struggle without each other. eventual hea. this is more like excerpts and moments between the two of them than a full story. part two coming soon.

one

1.2k words

song - i miss you, i'm sorry by gracie abrahams

slytherin boys works

"i think we should break up."

you and theo spoke at the same time. both with tears in your eyes. after a three year relationship, neither of you really wanted it to end, both still harboring feelings for each other but after not speaking practically all summer, it seemed like the best option.

"i don't want to make things awkward with our friend group. but outside of group events, i think it's best we don't talk."

the boy in front of you nodded his head silently in agreeance. sobs wracked your body as theodore nott, your now ex-boyfriend pulled you into a strong hug. it felt like your heart was splitting in two. for the past three years, you'd known nothing but theo.

after an eternity, you both stepped apart and you shared a deep kiss. your last kiss. it was salty with the taste of both of your tears.

---

in the weeks that followed, you were the most miserable you'd ever been in your time at hogwarts. keeping your distance from the person who'd not only been your lover, but had become your best friend as well, was the most difficult thing you'd ever had to do.

everything reminded you of him. every path you took seemed to take you to theo. it was like the universe wanted you to suffer.

no less than four weeks after your breakup, word spread quick that marcus flint was planning on asking you out. before, no boy at hogwarts even dared to look in your direction in fear of what theo might do to them. but you supposed that didn't matter now.

you were eating breakfast next to luna. she was a little odd but she'd become an unlikely friend in the aftermath of theo. a dark brown owl that you recognized at the nott family owl dropped a note on the table in front of you. your name was scrawled across the front in handwriting you recognized.

luna placed an encouraging hand on your shoulder as you picked up the note with a shaking grasp. unfolding it, a message had been hastily scribbled.

"i miss you. i know you said that we're not talking, but can i see you? please?"

you looked up and met the intense stare of theo.

a single nod confirmed his request.

---

"how are you?"

you almost laughed out loud at the absurdity of the question. given your matching eye bags and teary eyes, neither of you were handling the split well.

"it's not hard to tell, nott. just ask me what you want to know."

theo kicked bitterly at the pebbles beneath his feet.

"i hear flint is planning on asking you to hogsmeade." he spit the words out like he couldn't believe someone was asking you out. the girl who wasn't his anymore.

"you don't have to worry, nott. i still love you. i promise."

"look, i'm not happy with this either, y/n. nothing happened in the way i wanted. but do you have to call me that? I hate it when you call me nott. like i haven't been the guy wiping your tears for three years."

you felt your eyes swelling. not even trying to stop the tears, you cocked your head sideways and pinned theo with a single heartbroken look.

"yes. i do. because i'm scared that if i call you theo, act like we're friends, smile at you and watch you smile at me, that i might never stop crying."

---

two months after your breakup with theo and you still hadn't stopped crying. you knew it would hurt. but this was inexplainable.

after your meeting in the astronomy tower, theo stopped showing up to meals. and classes. in fact, you hadn't seen him leave his dorm since. three weeks passed like a blur and before you knew it, snow was falling.

with christmas around the corner, you began handing out presents to your friends. one in particular sat in the corner of your room. the dark green wrapping paper had stood out noticeably from the silver snowflake wrapping paper you'd used on all the other gifts you'd given this holiday.

you stood across from mattheo, theo's roommate, and held out a folded piece of paper to the boy. mattheo took it, albeit confused.

"what's this?"

"for theo. just... give it to him. please."

mattheo nodded, gave you a quick hug and then scurried off in the direction of the boys' dorms.

---

"i got your note."

the deep voice of theodore nott startled you.

you placed a hand over your heart, having nearly jumped out of your skin. the sight that greeted you was nothing less than gut wrenching. the sweet hopeful boy you once dated was gone. in his place was the hollow shell that he'd been when you first met him, before you started dating.

he was thin and pale, noting to the fact that he'd barely eaten in the past few weeks. where you'd finally started to sleep a little easier at night, theo looked like he hadn't sleep in weeks. years even. if it hadn't been for the familiarity of the warmth of his gaze, you would've sworn this was not theo.

an involuntary gasp escaped you.

"theodore!"

you resisted the inherent urge to begin fussing over him. he watched you with a guarded stare. after a few beats of tense silence, you held the gift out to him.

he eyed it with apprehension.

"i bought it before..."

you didn't finish your sentence. you didn't have to. theo's head tilted back in realization and after a couple pensive breaths, he took the present.

he toyed with it in his hands for a few moments, as if deciding whether or not to open it. he seemed to have made a decision when he undid the white bow you'd carefully tied atop the small box.

inside was a silver chain. it was thick with a small delicate looking circle on the end.

"what is it?"

you chuckled slightly at his bluntness. he'd never been one to beat around the bush.

"it's a muggle thing, i think. my cousin was telling me about it. anyhow, you shine a light through it and, well," you spoke a soft lumos and shined your wand towards the circle. on the wall behind you, a picture appeared.

a young isabella nott was laughing with a young theo at a beach on a beautifully clear day. her smile was bright and contagious even through a picture. it was honestly the happiest you'd ever seen theo in your years of knowing him.

the moment theo saw the picture, he broke down. you really hadn't meant to make him cry.

"i'm sorry. i just wanted you to have it."

you knelt down next to him, and he immediately latched onto you.

"i can't- i can't do this without you. please."

this was the second time that theodore nott had begged you. the look in his eyes was all it took for your resolve to break.

"we fucked up bad, theo." you cooed softly to him as you rocked him through his sobs. "this breakup has tested... everything i thought i knew about myself. but i miss you. so we can talk about it."

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7.8.2024

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I'm sorry but I don't know English and I'm using a translator to write you this

you could write (it's not mandatory) where Weasley twins are unfaithful to their girlfriend with another Gryffindor student and do everything to have their forgiveness, thank you🥺

My dear Anon, thank you so much for your incredible request. I hope you don’t mind that I changed a few things around whilst trying to stay true to your request. This idea came to me and I couldn’t leave it alone. Hope you enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: cheating!fic, themes of unfaithful behaviour and betrayal. Swearing. Sorry Angelina, I’m sure you’re lovely but I needed a villain. Amortentia, drugging using a love potion. Friends are lied to and used. Fuck you Marcus Flint.

Word count: 4.8k

Song for writing: Lachryma by Ghost🖤

Crying over someone like you [Weasley Twins x Reader]

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you'd have never believed it.

George Weasley, one half of the Weasley twin duo and one of your boyfriends of over three years. His figure, so tall and resolute lingered in the corridor adjacent to the great hall, his posture bent and his hair characteristically vibrant and messy. His clothes were oddly matched, a contrast of faded colour and interesting patterns and textures, snuggly fitted around the ankles. His freckled cheeks flushed with colour, his long eyelashes kissing those very cheeks as he stands with his eyes closer, his full pink lips pursed and kissing Daphne Greengrass.

You felt like you'd been cursed on the spot stumbling upon the pair locking lips in the corridor, neither of them even trying to hide their intimacy. If you hadn't been with Fred, your other boyfriend, you would have completely fallen apart in that moment, rendered silent and heartbroken by your discovery. Luckily for you, Fred had not frozen at seeing the scene but had instead leapt into action, dropping your hand and instantly lunging towards his twin, pulling him away from a seemingly unbothered Daphne.

You didn't know what followed Fred's initial reaction, despite the multitude of rumours floating around the school, as you had fled the scene in floods of tears, feeling sickened to your core.

The days following the incident you'd wanted to isolate yourself completely but your friends had not allowed that to happen and instead had remained by your side at all times with unwavering support. Fred had tried to help you, to put a smile of your face and assure you that he was still very much here and in love with you regardless of his idiot brother but he'd been put in an impossible position torn between his twin brother and his girlfriend.

George had been silent. He hadn't attempted to talk to you or make contact, neither did he acknowledge you at all in the days that followed. He couldn't even respect you enough to end the relationship in any way. After over three years together in what you thought was the kind of love that never faltered, he couldn't even explain himself or his actions. You'd expected a message passed along in some way with a half-hearted excuse of why he no longer loved you, if he ever had. Your thoughts spiralled when no communication came, your mind trying to process what had happened and beginning to try to understand how. Had he ever loved you? How had you not seen the signs that his eye was wandering?

The fact was that there were no signs. Only the day before he had been his usual self, as tactile and loving as he ever was. He'd told you that he loved you the day before you'd found him kissing Daphne Greengrass and you'd never questioned it, seeing nothing but honesty in his eyes. That's what hurt the most.

Rumours of what happened had reached nearly every corner of the school within hours, most notably the now infamous fight between the two twins which had never happened before. Following that, the brothers were no longer on speaking terms and they had not been spotted together once since their spat- the longest they had ever gone without speaking.

The other rumour circulating with just as much scandal was that Daphne Greengrass was feverishly denying that it had ever happened in the first place. Apparently the rumour of her kissing George, a Gryffindor and a Weasley no less was rather upsetting to her and she'd declared her truth loudly and tearfully to anyone that mentioned it; not that you cared in the slightest of her apparent upset.

Fred was a wreck, ghosted by his twin brother and alone for the first time in his life without his constant sidekick. George had disappeared on him, choosing to spend his time anywhere but around either you or Fred. It was like he'd disappeared completely.

That was until your second run in with George and Daphne, both of them walking up the path back from the Quidditch pitch, hand in hand and chuckling secretively to each other. Thankfully this time Fred wasn't with you but would have already been at the quidditch practice, an ominous thought if he'd seen the couple together already. You tried to keep your head down and avoid them, feeling sick to your stomach at the sight of them so evidently in love.

Not a word was spoken and though you tried to resist looking towards the boy you'd loved for years, you couldn't help but peak hopefully at him as you passed. There was nothing. Not even a single glance of recognition in his face and certainly no remorse. He couldn't even spare you the common courtesy of a glance or a greeting, never mind an apology.

Once they had passed you, you paused on the pathway. George looked different somehow, though you couldn't put your finger on it initially. His clothes did not fit in the same way they usually did and they looked different, more vibrant, newer. You frowned and vowed yourself to carry on walking, the notion perplexing you the whole way to the quidditch pitch where you had been meeting Fred after practice.

When you finally reached the pitch feeling shaken and your heartbreak renewed, all havoc had broken loose. Fred was prowling the pitch like a caged animal, anger evident in his face and his body, muscles tense and his fists clenching and unclenching. Katie, Alicia and Ron were all stood around trying to talk sense into Fred but it was clearly not working once bit. You didn't know where to start, what to say or do to make him calm down, assuming you knew where his anger had stemmed from.

Luckily, Iain Claverdon, the sweet and slightly dense resident benchwarmer of the Gryffindor quidditch team spotted you standing off to the side and strolled over, urging you to come help.

"He saw George and that girl, went mad at him but George didn't even look at him! I mean I know they're brothers and all but that's not right. I don't know what's got into George's head lately, I mean he's even misplaced his quidditch robes. Can you believe it? Luckily I had a spare set to lend him but after she turned up he just walked off! First Angelina's not here and then he just walks out, shocking! Guess I won't be seeing those robes again."

"Y/n!"

You heard your name called and flashed your eyes up, seeing Alicia ushering you over with much more urgency than Iain had. Your legs moved almost on autopilot as you walked towards your boyfriend and friends, your head spinning from the overload of information Iain had given you. George had left mid-practice and lost his robes? There's no way your George would have ever done that, he loved Quidditch more than anything.

"Y/n, we can't calm him down," Katie says, meeting you halfway and practically dragging you by the wrist as she jogs over to where Fred is still pacing.

"Maybe you could try," Alicia says once you get closer. "He won't listen to any of us, George was being a right prick."

Fred had practically crushed you when he saw you, pulling you into his chest, your face pressed against the leather ties of his robes. His goggles were practically suffocating you as they hung around his neck, long forgotten, his padded arms holding you tightly into his body. It had taken nearly five minutes to calm him down but he'd eventually relented. You could see how much this was all affecting him, the bomb that had been thrown into your life and the consequences you were both dealing with after too much for Fred to deal with whilst trying to keep his head above water. Though you had lost your boyfriend and your best friend, Fred had lost his literal other half. You could see the strain it put on him, how lost he was without George around and how hard it was to accept this new much less caring version of George you were seeing.

"Shut up Iain!" You heard Katie snip as you walked back to the group with a much calmed Fred by your side, his arm never leaving your body.

"I'm just saying!" Iain says with a shrug.

"What?" You asked once you reached the group, seeing Katie and Alicia shooting glares at Iain whilst struggling to shut away the box of equipment.

"Some slytherins have had their belongings go walkabouts. Between Luna's shoes going missing again, Ang missing practice, the Slytherin thief and all the rest of it, I'm starting to think there's something fishy happening around here."

"Don't be an idiot Iain," Katie said rolling her eyes.

"Hey guys, I'm really sorry I missed practice. Couldn't get out of detention this time, I swear Professor Sprout knows we're going to demolish Hufflepuff at the next match and shes playing dirty," Angelina said as she came into view, holding her hands up as she talked with a smile on her face. You frowned again, noticing that she wasn't actually remorseful despite her words, neither was she as furious as you would have expected her to be about the captain of the team being forced to miss practice, especially this close to a vital match.

"Oi Johnson! It's our time on the pitch so you lot'll have to scramble," Marcus Flint sneered as he walked onto to the pitch, his green quidditch robes billowing as he walked, holding his broom and flanked by the entire Slytherin quidditch team.

"Let's get going," Angelina said to her team, apparently listening to Flint for the first time ever.

"Fred, I need to borrow you." She gestures with her head, turning towards your boyfriend who simply nodded, both of them slipping behind the curtain so that they could talk in private.

Your interest piqued once again, feeling slightly on edge by how weird everything felt now. George's deceit had really played a number on your mind, making you question everything around you. Everything felt wrong somehow, out of place, like you couldn't trust anyone or see things clearly. Perhaps it was the torment of the heartbreak consuming you and creating a fog around you but everything just felt off, your life turning into a series of strange encounters.

Things only got weirder once Thursday rolled around, five days after you'd seen George kiss Daphne for the first time and your heart had been stamped on.

It was around 8pm and whilst most of the school was beginning to wind down from their activities and settle in for the night, Marcus Flint had other plans. The note he'd acquired earlier that day had given him such a rush of fresh excitement that he knew there would be no way he could settle down until well after midnight. He'd dutifully slipped out of the Slytherin common room and had weaved his way around the school without any detection, traipsing the long walk to the quidditch pitch alone, carrying his singular bag. There's a spring in his step at the very thought of what was to come, these little meetings the highlights of his week as he walks to the rendezvous spot. He steps into the tent at the rear of the quidditch stadium, the near darkness making it harder to locate as he stumbles around the laid out benches. He's in enemy territory here, looking at the chalkboard with a plan of the pitch, a few defensive notes and names of the Gryffindor team written across the board haphazardly, pleased he had managed to find the Gryffindor tent so easily. If his head were in the right place, he'd consider taking notes of their defensive strategies and double down on them during the next match but he can't bring himself to care enough. Lately, he'd found himself unable to concentrate on his school work or even Quidditch at all, his mind fixated upon a single thought. And so what if he lost a few matches this season? She was worth it.

Daphne Greengrass was a goddess amongst women. The type of girl any man would be proud to have e hanging on his arm. To look at her was to see a constellation of stars, so blinding in their beauty it rendered everything around them insignificant. He was in love with her, body and soul and he'd do anything for a chance with her.

"Marcus," the voice called out to him softly, that beautiful feminine voice that he could only compare to the sound of an angel's own song.

He whipped around at the sound, desperate to know that it wasn't just his imagination, legs quaking when he realised that it wasn't all in his head. Daphne Greengrass was truly stood in front of him, speaking his name, looking directly at him as she steps aside from the tent opening. By Salazar she was beautiful, ethereal almost, heavenly.

"Marcus," she repeats, just as softly as before, her arousing voice beckoning him like a siren calling out to an unfortunate sailor. She flashes him a smile of perfectly white teeth, beckoning him further whilst he remains frozen, his mind whirling dangerously to try to bring him back to reality, praying that this Angel would still be here when he did.

"I've been looking for you," she says with a coy smile, biting her lip between her teeth. Marcus is fixated on the slight movement, the alluring way her plump pink lip boss appears between her perfect teeth, so teasing and innocent and yet so sinful.

"Me?" He manages to squeak out, his voice sounding much less majestic than hers. She nods, gliding forward towards him.

"I was told a little secret earlier today, can you guess what that might be?" She asks, reaching up with her perfectly manicured fingers to reach for the scruffy collar of his shirt. He clears his throat at the contact, barely able to get a word out and so he shakes his head in reply. She smiles again, giggling slightly at his actions.

"I was told you had a little crush on me," she leans down and whispers in his ear, her hot breath and her melodic voice forcing his eyes closed at the intimacy of the action.

"Yes," he says, sounding tranquillised, willingly giving up the information as if under her spell, desperately hoping her hands would remain on him in anyway they would.

"That's fortunate," she says with a girlish giggle, "because I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

His eyes flash open, wider than a cauldron lid as her words repeat in his mind.

"Me, me? What about umm... George?"

"George Weasley? Now now Marcus, did you really think I'd believe it was George I was kissing?"

Marcus looks dazed, his eyes glazed over as he looks into hers. The hope in his eyes is evident, a look of sheer desperation on every inch of his face.

"You.. you knew it was me?"

"Of course I did silly," she giggles again, her sing like laughter making his heart soar. "I think I'd know if I was kissing George Weasley."

"Don't say his name," Marcus bites back angrily with a frown, the illusion he's holding onto in his mind of the perfect moment slightly fracturing from the sound of another man's name falling from her lips.

"I'm sorry Marcus," she says quickly, meekly. He hates the sound of it initially, cursing himself for his anger and for breaking the moment. But underneath he secretly loves the way she begs for his forgiveness, her subservient tone strangely arousing.

"It was such a clever plan," she continues. He can hardly concentrate with how her warm hand strokes against his arm, the path of her touch making his skin tingle. "Why wasn't it just you all along? It could have been your lips I've been kissing all week."

The very notion of her words makes him weak. No longer would be have to pretend to be that filthy Weasley boy but instead he could dream that his lips would be the one to touch hers, those perfect lips that he'd be happy to suffocate against.

"Angelina," he gasps out as her hand brushes his neck, having moved across his shoulder and up his arms, his trousers suddenly feeling uncomfortably tight.

"What?" She says, sounding hurt. He'd ruined it all, said another girl's name and broken her trust in him. He had to fix it right now.

"Angelina Johnson, it was all her idea. She had me drink Polyjuice to turn into George, said you'd never want me for me. Now I know how you feel, trust me I'll deal with her."

"No need," she says, her tone suddenly much harsher, the ethereal tone to her voice fading away. He looks up at her with wide eyes, an ominous feeling of dread beginning to seep into him. "She's been dealt with."

"What?" He begins to say, confused and concerned as he hears her voice change in tone.

He stumbles back when he watches her perfect face begin to distort, like something from a horror film, skin stretching and moving upon its own accord. Her features alter before his eyes, the face and body he'd spent weeks memorising and committing to his memory distorting before him.

Suddenly, he's no longer faced by the girl of his dreams but rather one of his more recent nightmares, you.

"You, you!" He begins to say, startled and frightened under the weight of your hateful gaze. "What is this?"

His head whips around when another figure appears, though this one he had certainly not intended to see tonight.

"Angelina?" He stutters, the pair of them gazing at each other in alarm upon seeing you stood there. You take the opportunity of their distracted gazes and pull out your wand, locking the panelled curtain door with a swish of your wrist, securing the tent.

The noise of the canvas being secured echoes like a whip in the small space and startles both of the non suspecting people inside the tent.

"Y/n," Angelina begins to say, her face screwed up with a frown despite her smile, clearly thinking you were joking.

"Tell him," you say, prompting her to do the right thing.

"What?" She asks with a chuckle, still feigning ignorance. That is until she sees the clothes that you were wearing, the green accents and emblem of the uniform so foreign against your body. You watch as her eyes widen in panic, clearly realising that this was not a joke at all. I'm that moment, she realised that you knew everything.

"Y/n," she says again, trying to defend herself but you silence her with a single look of hatred.

"Tell. Him."

"Tell me what?" Marcus says, suddenly frustrated by the lack of sharing happening, his disappointment making his anger shine through.

"Tell him." You raise your wand towards her, your face expressionless and your eyes piercing.

"Alright!" She turns to Marcus, wavering in her confidence. "It hasn't been Daphne Greengrass you've been kissing."

"What?!"

Angelina recoils, all pretence of confidence having slipped away. It takes one shift of your wand-wielding hand for her to begins again.

"It was me," Angelina confesses, shrinking in on herself. "I pretended to be Daphne so that you would  keep being George! If you thought you were kissing Daphne then I knew you'd keep doing it!"

Marcus is stunned and horrified by her words, his face contorting into a look of severe distaste, like the thought alone was sour.

"And?" You say, breaking the silence. Her eyes whip around to you, realising once again that you knew more than she thought. Suddenly, she's turning her vitriol upon you, eyes blazing as she squares her shoulders.

"This is all your fault! You already had Fred, why did you need George too?! If you'd just been happy with one you little slut none of this would have happened!"

She reaches for her wand as her shouts echo through the tent but you're too quick, blasting her wand away from her with a simple spell and catching it mid air as it falls to you.

"Tell. Him."

She's silent, alarmed by your ability to disarm her to effortlessly. You take it upon yourself to look at Marcus who looks frightened for his life.

"That's not all though is it Angie?" You snark, using the nickname you knew she hated before turning your attention to Flint. You rifle through your pocket and pull out a single sweet wrapped up in an orange wrapper.

"Look familiar?" You ask, holding it up between your fingers.

"Bitch," you hear Angelina mutter under her breath, but rather than infuriate you further, it fuels you.

"Those sweets you gave me," he says to Angelina in shock, "how do you have one? She said they were limited edition!"

You have to fight to not roll your eyes in that moment, realising how painfully dim the Slytherin captain was.

"You mean the melon drops you stole from Fred and laced with Amortentia?"

"What?" Marcus says, his head whipping around towards Angelina who has taken a seat in one of the benches, averting her gaze entirely.

"She's been lacing you with love potion! I knew it was odd that the Slytherin thief had suddenly stopped. You 'talking' with Fred at practice was just a ploy to get more of his sweet creations from him because you wanted to carry on lying to Marcus! How did you manage it? Have someone else on the inside did you?"

"You stupid bitch!" She begins to lunge, only to be stopped as Marcus brandishes his wand in her direction, his eyes livid and his face bright red with anger. His wand goes flying through the air as you disarm him too, leaving them both defenceless without their wands.

"Well, there's nothing you can do now! George will hate you when he finds out, you'll be lucky to even keep Fred! You don't deserve them and you never did!" She's manic, eyes glassy as she snarls at you.

"I wouldn't be so sure," a voice says from the sidelines, two near identical figures stepping around the curtains to reveal themselves.

"George," she says breathlessly, saying his name like a prayer. Her face is full of hope, eyes pleading with his as she smiles up at him like he'll be her salvation. Her smile fades quickly when George walks over to you and wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Fred mirrors his actions and you stand united as a trio against the two that had wronged you.

"Please Georgie, I love you," she pleads one final time. George remains stoic, unwavering and unbothered by her confession.

"I love my girl."

"Did you hear about Marcus Flint and Angelina? Who'd have thought!" One of the younger Gryffindors says scandalously as they tuck in to their evening meal. You'd tried to avoid the inevitable gossip but no matter where you went it seemed to follow you. It was Monday evening and you were sat in the great hall between your boyfriends, all of you tucking in to the food with little restraint. George's hand rested on your thigh underneath the table as Fred's left hand absently rubbed your lower back intermittently. Everything was perfect again, as if nothing had ever been any different.

"I know! I heard they both went missing over the weekend," Dean says from slightly higher up the table, never one to miss out of the circulating gossip.

"Well I didn't see it but I heard that they were caught sneaking onto the quidditch pitch after hours, something about rigging the next match apparently!"

"Oh bull, we all know why they were there together late and night and it's got nothing to do with quidditch," another girl giggles. A few people snigger and you simply bite down on your lip to stop yourself from joining, feeling George's hand squeezing your upper thigh.

"They got caught by Snape fooling around apparently, couldn't imagine a worse way to go to be honest," Lee interjects with a grin.

"No you've got it wrong," Ron says, from across the table, still chewing on a chicken leg. Your gaze flicks to Hermione sat beside him who grimaces at his lack of table manners and you chuckle.

"I heard they went up in a puff of black smoke and disappeared! Apparently then didn't find them until midday Sunday in the shrieking shack!"

He's waving his potato covered fork wildly as he speaks, his arms swaying back and forth with his words. Hermione reaches for his hand and slams it on the table, keeping the sharp cutlery firmly in one place and away from her face where he was wielding it previously.

"Really?" You hear Fred say, a tone of wonder in his voice.

"Yeah!" Ron replies animatedly, his gaze flicking to his fork as if he's scared to raise his arm again to bring it to his mouth.

"Weird," George replies, taking a bite of his own food as he nudges you secretly. You smirk behind your goblet, knowing exactly the reason for the rumours, the crystals of Peruvian instant darkness powder in George's pocket faintly clinking together with his movement.

"So George, what's it like to know that kissing you is  a Slytherin girls worst nightmare?" Lee says with a boyish giggle, the rest of the table following suit.

Fred had been brilliant in orchestrating a coverup for what had happened with George and Daphne. Fred had let it slip to Seamus that one of his and George's prototype daydream charms had disappeared along with their freshly made melon drops, only it hadn't been the daydream one but rather the misery charm they'd been working on but couldn't get right. If the incantation has been used correctly, it would torment the user, showing them a vivid nightmare of their deepest fears. Kind of like a charm version of a boggart, only the magic wasn't yet perfected and it had led to fake George appearing on and off in his boggart form until the real one returned, clinging on to everyone's misery like a dementor.

The story was that Flint had stolen the items from Fred and George and had used it upon Daphne, leading to the strange occurrences. She'd have no memory of it of course, it was virtually undetectable but the consequences of what happened were enough for the twins to cancel making the item, seeing what hurt it could cause.

Seamus, being the worst secret keeper in all of Hogwarts, told Dean, who told Parvati, who told Cho and Pansy, which meant that the entire school had found out within hours of what Daphne had seen when Marcus had charmed her.

"You know what mate, it's a relief," George replies to Lee, smiling widely with pink cheeks. "Only one girl I want kissing me anyway."

He squeezes your leg under the table again and you beam at him. Ron pretends to gag at the sweetness, earning a swift kick to the shin from Hermione whilst Lee holds up an uneaten chicken drumstick as a somewhat toast to George's words.

"Bet it was nice to get away from school for a few days eh? Though you couldn't have chosen a worse time," Dean says, gesturing to you who had been upset for most of the week, believing the rumours. "What did Mcgonagall want anyway?"

"The academy of broom flying needed a beater for their teaching course. Five days of nothing but Quidditch, absolute bliss if you ask me. It was between me and Fred but she thought I was the safer option," he beamed at the words, clearly taking great pride in what she had said, though really he was probably just the lesser of two evils.

"The quidditch robes," you say under your breath, the finally puzzle piece slipping in place, remembering how they had been missing from his room and that Flint had borrowed Iain's.

"Which reminds me, George I'm going to need those robes back you borrowed," Iain says from down the table, clearly having been listening to the conversation. George looks confused and begins to open his mouth to question Iain but you slip your hand onto his under the table to gently silence him.

"Don't worry Iain, you'll get them back," you say with a smile. He nods, smiling, before tucking back into his food.

"Eventually."

[callmesel]

This is like that quote

Oliver and Marcus: Arguing in the middle of the corredor

Percy: Kiss already!!

Oliver and Marcus: stop inmediately and leave awkardly

Percy: I love my job

The last bit I don't think it was there but I can see it

Percy entering Hogwarts wearing a Hufflepuff quidditch jacket: Oh Marcus, Oli! There you both are. Shall we go to lunch now?

Marcus: The fuck are you wearing?

Oliver: Get that off your body right now.

Percy: What are you… oh this? Boys, Cedric let me use it cause it’s pouring out there! Calm down.

Boys: FIRST NAME BASIS?

Marcus: alright Oli let’s go we have to kill someone

Percy: Wait no!!!

[kathrahender]

My opinion about Harry Potter Ships (1/2)

Hinny (Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley): NO. Just NO. Please their romance was so forced and there was no chemistry between them in the movie (and I watched the movies before reading the books... so yeah, it affected my perception about them) 👎

Romione (Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger): In the books they were a better couple- but in the movie their development was almost null- so no thanks. 😬

Harmione (Harry Potter/Hermione Granger): "They're just friends". Still a better ship than Hinny/Romione tho. Their interactions were far more beautiful than any other ship involving Harry or Hermione. 🙌

Ronarry (Ron Weasley/Harry Potter): If I was Harry and I had to chose a Weasley to date with- I would choose Ron. Not saying anything else. 🧡🤎

Dron (Draco Malfoy/Ron Weasley): Enemies to lovers. Enemies to lovers. Enemies to- (Besides, their families don't like each other so they would be Romeo/Juliet coded) 💞

Drarry (Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter): I'm a fan of Slytherin/Gryffindor pairings, and a fan of rivals to lovers so- I LOVE DRARRY SO MUCH. 😍😍😍😍

Dramione (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger): It's literally like a straight version of Drarry- SO I'M IN! 💖

Huna (Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood): I tell you, I ship them more than I ship Romione/Hinny. Although I have never read a fic of them, they had cute moments. ☺️

Linny (Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood): Luna is a Ravenclaw. Ginny is a Gryffindor. Ravenclaw is Blue. Gryffindor is Red. I LOVE RED-BLUE PAIRINGS. 💖💖

Pansmione (Pansy Parkinson/Hermione Granger) & Blaron (Blaise Zabini/Ron Weasley): Another Slytherin/Gryffindor pairing? And another enemies-to-lovers? And also lesbian/gay? Hell YES. 💞💞💞💞

Hedric (Cedric Diggory/Harry Potter): Their relationship in the fourth movie/book was cute and pure and I will never forgive them for killing Cedric. He was a good friend to Harry and he could have been more than that :(

Chedric (? (Cedric Diggory/Cho Chang): Yes. Just yes. I don't know why, but they are so cute for me. 🥺

Charry (Harry Potter/Cho Chang): This might be controvesial but I like them (definitely more than Hinny). They were kinda cute.

Dransy (Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson): I don't know what to think about this. Part of me says "They're besties". The other part says "They look cute together". Let's say I'm more inclined to say YES. 😉

Lunsy (Pansy Parkinson/Luna Lovegood): It's a Slytherin/Ravenclaw pairing. That's all I need to know. Just yes. 💙💚💙💚💙💚

Hansy (Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson): It's like Drarry but the love interest is a girl instead of a boy. So it's a yes for me.

Nuna (Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood): You know for one moment I thought they would be canon and I shipped them-

Deamus (Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnigan): They belong together. I don't accept objections. 😆😆

Flintwood (Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood): Two captains, one from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin, in a relationship? Yes.

Blamione (Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger) & Ronsy (Ron Wealey/Pansy Parkinson): They're like Pansmione and Blaron but with the love interest reversed so YES.

Ginmione (Ginny Weasley/Hermione Granger): Friends to lovers? Two Gryffindor? A sapphic ship? Perfect. ✨

Dinny (Dean Thomas/Ginny Weasley): They were canon but they're not my thing. I prefer Ginny with Hermione/Luna and Dean with Seamus.

Drastoria (Draco Malfoy/Astoria Greengrass): Not my thing neither but I guess they're good. 👌

Druna (Draco Malfoy/Luna Lovegood): I ship Draco with Harry/Ron/Hermione so it's a no for me. Besides I see them as besties. 😔

Chomione (Cho Chang/Hermione Granger): Never thought of it but it seems interesting. 👀

Fremione (Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger): It's not bad but If I were Hermione and I had to date a Weasley- I would choose Ginny. But they're not a bad ship ;)

Geormione (George Weasley/Hermione Granger): The same argument as the previous ship.

Lovander (Rolf Scamander/Luna Lovegood): They're okay but not my thing.

[kayyrandomposts]

!!MY OPINION!!

I think Marcus Flint could never be the top in the relationships,i mean,how can you look at this guy and say "Hes a top",in my opinion,i need more fanarts where Marcus is the bottom,i seriously need one please,i cant do this anymore,every fanart of Flintley or Flintwood is always Flint being the top,cmon bro,i need an art where hes the bottom or i'll seriously explode,i NEED that PLEASE

[amethystandemma]

Victoria Macmillan

divider by accio-bagel!

Victoria Christine Macmillan (1975-) is a pureblood witch who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the late 80’s to early 90’s and a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

Born to Winston Macmillan and Christine Abbott as well as growing up in a wealthy household, Victoria never longed for any material objects. Her parents kept her humble and kind, but she lived a very privileged life nonetheless. There was one thing they couldn’t buy for her that she wanted more than anything: friends.

Soft-spoken and shy, Victoria never put herself out there when she could avoid it, which led to her lack of friends. For the majority of her early childhood, her only friends were her younger brother, Ernie, and some of the beasts that lived in the forest next to her home. It wasn’t until she went to Hogwarts that she started to make other friends for the first time.

She met Percy Weasley while on the way to Hogwarts on the school boats. Her first year was spent growing closer to him and her cousin, Oliver Wood. By the end of the year, she felt significantly less alone and more confident.

Victoria and Percy grew closer and closer together while they were at Hogwarts, becoming confidants with each other and eventually best friends. Very rarely did they argue, until Victoria started dating Marcus Flint in her third year.

Flint wasn’t kind like her and took advantage of her naivety. He frequently grabbed her, causing her to bruise, and belittled her. Percy was able to see that she was getting hurt and tried to pull her away from Flint before something bad happened. They broke up after only three months since the start of their relationship.

During her fourth year is when Victoria and Percy’s relationship took a turn. After everything they had been through together, Victoria realized that her feelings towards him had grown significantly. They shared their first kiss at her family’s annual Christmas gala and started dating shortly after, keeping their relationship a secret.

During her sixth year, Victoria was petrified by the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets along with Hermione Granger. She was the first (and only) pureblood to be petrified, which sent the professors and students into a panic. Percy was absolutely distraught and locked himself in his room. When she was brought back out of her petrified state, Percy kissed her in front of the whole school in the Great Hall. Their relationship wasn’t a secret anymore after that.

Victoria became Head Girl in her seventh year and took her role very seriously. It was the same year Percy gave her a promise ring, one she kept with her at all times.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Victoria started to work for the Ministry of Magic in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. She helped with the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts and kept herself rather busy during that time. She felt like her life was absolutely perfect.

When the Ministry grew more and more corrupt a year later, Percy and Victoria got into a very big argument about the choices the Ministry was making. It ended with Percy telling her he didn’t love her anymore (a lie), and then breaking up. Victoria moved into her own flat and joined the Order of the Phoenix.

Dumbledore gave her a mission a year later to follow Dolores Umbridge as her secretary at the Ministry. Victoria agreed, as it would allow her to make sure Percy was okay, and became Umbridge’s assistant. When Umbridge found out, she was absolutely livid and tortured her with the Cruciatus Curse. Percy ended up defending her but not before Umbridge scarred Victoria’s back with four jagged cuts.

Victoria got back together with Percy shortly after during the Battle of Hogwarts in the Room of Requirement. While fighting Pius Thicknesse, Victoria was scarred once more with three cuts on her face.

After everything they went through, Victoria finally married Percy a year later.

Biographical Information

Born: February 28th, 1975

Blood Status: pureblood

Marital Status: married

Nationality: English

Also known as:

Vic (by friends, family, and Percy)

My flower (by Christine)

Princess (by Marcus Flint)

Titles

Prefect

Head Girl

Reserve Keeper (briefly)

Heiress of the Macmillan Family

Assistant for the Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic

Physical Information

Species: human

Gender: female

Hair color: blonde

Eye color: brown

Height: 5’6

Other distinguishing features: bridge of freckles across her nose, four long lines across her back (from Dolores Umbridge), three lines on her cheek (post Battle of Hogwarts)

Relationship Information

Family members

Winston Macmillan (father)

Christine Abbott (mother)

Ernest “Ernie” Macmillan (younger brother)

Percy Weasley (husband)

Molly Weasley II (daughter)

Lucy Weasley (daughter)

Rebecca Weasley (daughter)

Eleanore “Ellie” Weasley (daughter)

Abigail “Abby” Weasley (daughter)

Penelope Wood (aunt, paternal)

Alder Wood (uncle, paternal)

Oliver Wood (cousin, paternal)

Hannah Abbott (cousin, maternal)

Arthur Weasley (father-in-law)

Molly Weasley (mother-in-law)

Noelani Scamander (sister-in-law)

Justin Finch-Fletchley (brother-in-law)

William “Bill” Weasley (brother-in-law by marriage)

Fleur Delacour (sister-in-law by marriage)

Charles “Charlie” Weasley (brother-in-law by marriage)

Fredrick “Fred” Weasley (brother-in-law by marriage)

Amelia Crane (sister-in-law by marriage) (@unclegirl’s OC)

George Weasley (brother-in-law by marriage)

Angelina Johnson (sister-in-law by marriage)

Ronald “Ron” Weasley (brother-in-law by marriage)

Hermione Granger (sister-in-law by marriage)

Ginerva “Ginny” Weasley (sister-in-law by marriage)

Harry Potter (brother-in-law by marriage)

Flavius Flint (son-in-law)

Romance(s)

Percy Weasley (husband)

Marcus Flint (ex-boyfriend)

Magical Characteristics

Boggart: Percy and her family’s dead bodies

Wand

-13 3/4 inches

-oak

-fairy wing core

-rigid

Patronus: koala

Animagus form: swan (unregistered)

Affiliation

Order of the Phoenix member

Occupation

Translator for the Department of International Magical Cooperation

Assistant of Dolores Jane Umbridge

Healer at St. Mungos

House: Hufflepuff

Content

Blood of Innocents (longfic)

Hadlee Euphoric meets Cedric Diggory (one-shot, cameo)

Percy’s Right Hook (one-shot)

Sister Knows Best (one-shot)

Visitor in the Night (one-shot)

Reconciliation (one-shot)

Reunion (one-shot)

Fishing (one-shot)

Perctoria Masterlist

Presets

DC AU reference

Gallery

Baby Perctoria by @okeydokeylackey

Perctoria commissions from @giselsann

Christmas gala Victoria by @giselsann

Victoria by @noxxytocin (ft. a drabble I wrote)

Trial of Umbridge by @okeydokeylackey

Gifts

Doodle by okeydokeylackey

Ref by lackey

[callmesel]

SELLLL

DO YOU PERHAPS HAVE ANY GOOD FIC RECS FOR ACADEMIC DISASTERS??

I haven't read many with all or most of them but I'd love too!!

Or any that are a good intro to all the people? Theres someone in the rp who hasn't really interacted with much Percy stuff so I wanna make sure she knows the dynamic and characters :)

thank youuuuuu :D

I haven't read any fic with all of them together (tbh I haven't read any fic in a long time)

But there are a lot in bits and pieces, more of Percy and Oliver's dynamics. You could just search Percy/Oliver in ao3 and there's a lot of great fics. They are kind of the main couple in the this side of the fandom.

I think good old-fashioned lover boy is a good way to start, even though I haven't finished it, I really enjoyed their dynamic and it's really fun. And it's a lot of people's fav fic, and I trush their judgement.

If I'm being honest, I think that all of them are united by Percy so he's going to be kind of the main focus. And I don't have a lot of platonic ships saved but @armadilloradio has really good ficlets about Oliver, Penny and Percy. You should check them out.

This one, is more Penny&Percy centered. A lot of people (for what I can see) see their relationship as soulmates, this can be platonic or romantic. This one specifically is kind of againsty but I think that represents pretty well how deep their love for each other went. More in Percy's perspective but I can assure you that Penny would feel the same and maybe even stronger.

This ficlet is more playful and more casual.

There is this percivelope (Oliver x Penny x Percy) ficlet that I find that represents their relationship pretty good. I have to say that it's kind of suggestive, but it's light (imo).

I can't say that I know any good flintwood fic because I don't really read that. But to give you an idea, they are frenemies. They are rivals on the pitch but really competitive friends everywhere else. I think 'cause you know i love the players, and you love the game is really good for that concept. It's not strictly flintwood but more Marcus x Percy x Oliver, so you can see how they interact with each other.

There is also this ficlet with most of the Academic Disaster members. It's not difficult to find content in bits, but as a whole it quite difficult, specially for Audrey as she is a minor MINOR character in canon and doesn't actually have any type of trait that can characterize her.

I like to see her as a mix of all them (Pen, Perce, Ollie and Marcus). She is caotic like them but not as caotic. She participates in tehir adventure but is more calm and colected than the rest. She complements them well. Having fun and knows when to stop.

Also she's like the only non neurodivergent in my mind but you can do whatever.

That's how I see her. I haven't seen much of her in fiction but she's so blank in canon that she can be interpreted so wildly different that you'd be better off without any idea of how she is. It's like a canon oc that you can have tbh

There's also Ced, Cho and Roger as more secondary friends? They are a trio on their own but they are included in the Academic Disaster group. The one that gets involved the most is Ced. Mostly becasue he was Percy's neighbour so he's more present than the rest. There's a few fics of them but he's like a chill guy that likes to be there but doesn't stick much.

Then is Cho, she's more of Penny's friend than the rest of the main Academic Disaster. I haven't seen fics where she has any real role so she's more or less like Audrey (except she does have more personality, just a bit) Penny and Cho have a "you're not gonna belive what happen" type of relationship. Started by gossip and stayed for the fun time. It's like that one friend from other school that you are really close with.

And for last, Roger. I have a beef with this man because I don't think he has any canon traits to him except brief mentions but the few fics I've read where he was present and with a dialogue he was a jerk. So based in my experience with him, he is a jokester that's a bit dense to notice that his jokes didn't land and is a bit abnoxious. It's like a likable jerk ig. He's Oliver's and Marcus' friend for all the captain thing (also Ced's but I'd be talking about main group).

I think he is a bit separeted from all, not that they don't get along but because he has his own friend group outside. His third wheeling with Ced and Cho and he doesn't see the main AD to be close. He does get alone fine with all the captains so it's cool.

[adiraargent]

Acts Of Love with the Slytherins

Just cute lil love things the Slytherins do in a relationship :p Warnings: none, just tooth rotting fluff No gender/pronouns mentioned :)

kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

It was a tender gesture, a simple yet affectionate act that spoke volumes without uttering a word. Their fascination with the tip of your nose was a subtle adoration, a peculiar fondness that made your heart flutter.

They adored the way your nose crinkled when you laughed, a charming sight that drew them closer each time. So, without fail, they'd capture that precise moment, when your laughter subsided, and your eyes sparkled with joy, to press a delicate kiss upon the tip of your nose.

For you, it was an endearing habit, a delightful quirk that always brought a smile to your face. You felt their love encapsulated in each gentle peck, a silent declaration of their affection that resonated deep within you.

There was something magical about the way their lips brushed against the bridge of your nose, a tender touch that conveyed more than words ever could. It was a gesture reserved just for you, a whispered promise of love and devotion.

In the quiet moments, as they shared stolen glances and exchanged smiles, they'd reach for you, their fingertips tracing the contours of your face until they rested at the tip of your nose. With a soft smile gracing their lips, they'd lean in, planting the gentlest kiss, leaving your heart aflutter and your cheeks flushed with warmth.

You cherished these moments, these intimate exchanges that spoke of tenderness and adoration. Their affectionate gesture became an intimate language, a secret code between you both, a symbol of your unwavering love.

Through laughter and tears, amidst conversations and silent gazes, those kisses on the tip of your nose became your unique signature, an unspoken vow of devotion that bound your hearts together.

It was in those tender moments, in those sweet, innocent kisses, that you found a love that transcended words, a love that whispered, "I choose you, every single day."

Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, Jasper Rowle, Blaise Zabini

zipping or buttoning your jacket for you

In the subtle acts of care and consideration, there were many small gestures between the two of you that you did to show your love for each other. Among these, there was a charming habit they found endearing—a quiet act of tending to your jacket, zipping or buttoning it up with delicate attention.

It was a routine that unfurled naturally. Whenever you both ventured out into the crisp, chilly air, they'd reach over, their fingers deftly fastening the zipper or securing the buttons of your jacket. Their touch was gentle, a tender caress along the fabric, enveloping you in warmth.

For them, it was more than a practical gesture. It was a moment of intimacy, a demonstration of their care that resonated deeply within you both. You found solace in the way they paid attention to the details, ensuring you were shielded from the biting cold.

In those fleeting moments, as their nimble fingers worked the buttons or the zipper, there was an unspoken language shared between them. It was a language of tenderness and affection, a silent symphony that echoed your love.

Your appreciated their thoughtfulness, the way they embraced the task with utmost care. Their attentiveness conveyed a sense of protection, a promise to shield you from the harshness of the world outside.

The act itself was simple, yet in its simplicity, it held profound meaning. It was a tangible display of your connection, a testament to your unspoken bond that transcended the ordinary.

In the soft click of a zipper or the gentle clasp of buttons, you both found a silent reassurance—a reminder that you'd both always be there for each other, tending to the small details.

Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Daphne Greengrass, Marcus Flint, Barty Crouch Jr

softly dusting crumbs from their cheeks when eating

They enjoy a tender act of gently brushing away crumbs from your cheeks when you indulge in your favourite treats together.

It became an unspoken ritual, an intimate gesture that whispered volumes of their affection since they weren't a major fan of pda, but this was simple and almost a reflex. Whenever you savoured a meal, be it a slice of cake or a handful of cookies, they'd delicately sweep away the lingering crumbs from your cheeks.

For you, it was more than a practical act. It was a manifestation of their tenderness, a silent declaration of their care that resonated deeply within. In those fleeting touches, you felt cherished, as if each crumb they dusted away carried their unwavering devotion.

In the soft brush of their fingertips against your skin, there was an unspoken language shared between you both—a language of love, warmth, and familiarity. It was in these seemingly mundane moments that your bond flourished, each crumb a testament to your shared laughter and shared meals.

You cherished their gentle actions, the way they attended to the small details with unwavering care. Their tenderness spoke of a desire to ensure your comfort, even in the simplest of situations.

The act itself was subtle, yet in its subtlety, it held a profound significance. It was a tangible display of your connection, a testament to the tenderness and consideration that defined your relationship.

In the act of softly dusting away crumbs from your cheeks, you both found an unspoken promise—a promise to be there for each other, attending to the minute details and sharing moments of love, one tender gesture at a time.

Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, Regulus Black, Evan Rosier

[elisedonut]

a percy/marcus/oliver fic where percy thinks he's the "weak link" or the "ugly disappointing one" in the relationship because even tho he loves his job he's been bullied for it his whole life and he feels insignificant next to two quidditch players and its hard to be in a relationship where there's lots of media focus and his family sort of casually put him and his relationship down all the time, acting like he's either delusional or marcus and oliver only want him for a threesome partner in bed

but his partners are actually slightly in awe of him because he's scarily competent doing his job and they think he's super hot but when he's in work mode he's also super oblivious so it's basically a fic about marcus and oliver mooning over him and he's being oblivious and it ends with them all fucking in his office and.... i got carried away LOL

Oh yeah I could see that for sure

I feel like depending on the week its either him or Flint being convinced the other two are too good for them and having self esteem issues

Oliver can too for the spice but Its not a trait i give him often personally

I can for sure see Percy's family making it worse by accident

[percyweasleyapologist]

also, thoughts on the relationship hcs:

-bisexual cedric diggory, percy was his bi awakening but they didn't date, good friends though

-pansexual oliver wood, acts like a dufus off the pitch but in a totally endearing way

-bisexual percy weasley, thought he was straight, then thought he was gay, then realised he could swing both ways

-omniromantic, asexual penelope clearwater, very femme and used to date girls exclusively, until percy and oliver

-aromantic homosexual marcus flint who finds boys attractive but doesn't date and likes physical contact from close friends

-ships: perciver, percivelope, percelope

-everyone thought percy was dating penelope when he asked oliver out, and then after oliver broke up with him, he went out with penelope for a bit; when oliver realised he still loved percy and talked to him about it, the three started a poly relationship

-bisexual cedric diggory, percy was his bi awakening but they didn't date, good friends though

ooh i love that one!! def bi cedric, and i really like the idea of percy being his gay awakening but then realizing he also just likes him as a friend! (once oliver learns of this, he absolutely demolishes him in the next game)

-pansexual oliver wood, acts like a dufus off the pitch but in a totally endearing way

YES!!! THIS!! oliver my love <3 i definitely see him as pan, and then the doofus part is just always, like he's so sweet, but also so funky. And him with auDHD is just👌

-bisexual percy weasley, thought he was straight, then thought he was gay, then realised he could swing both ways

real. and i love that one!! oliver first, then penny. bc he could tell he liked oliver pretty immediately bc he didn't like him as a friend at the time (rivals to friends to lovers), but he couldn't really tell the difference between loving Penny as a friend, or romantically, so he didn't realize until she literally just fucking kissed him (she was giving him hints for months/years and he was too oblivious to notice)

-omniromantic, asexual penelope clearwater, very femme and used to date girls exclusively, until percy and oliver

oooooh! i really like love omni penny, i feel like it just fits her so well! for me, i kinda see her as either demisexual (i think that's what it's called?) or hypersexual. Also femme Penny is AOAHIWQIHWHWU, yes.

-aromantic homosexual marcus flint who finds boys attractive but doesn't date and likes physical contact from close friends

omg i love this. i'd never thought of it but it makes so much sense!! like sometimes hooks up with guys but not much attraction other than that.

-ships: perciver, percivelope, percelope

PERCIVELOPE MY LOVES!!!! EEEEEEE yupyupyup i love all of them. I also really like woodwater (penny and oliver), just because i think the dynamic is super cute and i honestly can't ship troubles without shipping all three of them individually haha. i also like poly academic disaster, but not one of my top ones.

-everyone thought percy was dating penelope when he asked oliver out, and then after oliver broke up with him, he went out with penelope for a bit; when oliver realised he still loved percy and talked to him about it, the three started a poly relationship

ooh yes!! or i also like percelope dating, oliver gets jealous. percelope breaks up bc they think they're better off as friends. perciver happens. percy realizes he still likes penny. penny realizes she still likes percy. perciver open relationship and percelope and perciver co-exist. oliver gets jealous again, but not bc of percy this time. oliver realizes he likes penny. penny realizes she likes oliver. yayyyy percivelope!!

[holychopshopgalaxy]

Hey so I have a question about black sails, because you seem to be the smartest person on here talking about it: is there something going on with Miranda talking about about Thomas reminding her of Don Quixote? Because there really seems to be. Beyond just him being idealistic, I looked it up and it seems like his down to earth companion becomes more idealistic too. I don't know, is this anything?

thank you for the compliment although i dont think im the smartest person talking about it i've just been here for 3000 years while the rest of the OG fandom has either abandoned their posts or moved on to spicy new trends in gay television such as the evil gay vampire anne rice show. so anyway its just 3000 years is a lot of time to microwave takes in your black sails pilled neuron circuits. give it some time and you too can write hypomanic-adjacent posts on your favorite gay pirate show. a psychiatric diagnosis might help too but i don't have controlled experimental data to support that necessarily.

anyway. its_always_sunny_conspiracy_board.jpg you are correct it is huge i could write a 10k word essay on it but i'll try to keep it brief. over the course of the don quixote narrative don quixote starts as the idealist with sancho as the realist and they gradually end up blurring and eventually taking each other's place to a certain extent. in 1705 we're lead to assume thomas as don quixote with flint as sancho, and miranda acts as the "witness" to that progression, we all joke about miranda being in the cuck chair but its more than that, she is the third party narrator to that relationship while also doubling as a character herself (after the hanging scene i believe they dont share a scene that does not include miranda in some way, obviously excluding flint's memory of post-sex marcus aurelius romantic bonding time). thus miranda occupied the role of the narrator-and-character-participant miguel de cervantes. in this way flint completed his realist-to-idealist arc by taking on thomas' ideals and if we take the asylum suicide story to be true then thomas completed his arc as well, as don quixote eventually dies in meloncholy as a converted realist after one final humiliating defeat of his ideals.

but wait! in 1716 we now have flint as don quixote and silver as sancho, i've said this before but many early conversations (and by early i mean the first half of the book for sure) between don quixote and sancho are so silverflint coded fr it happens like every chapter. at one point don quixote promises to make sancho a ruler of an insula (island) as well as glory and legacy far beyond that if he dares to follow his ideals and that's just one of 1000000 silverflint coded convos that happen throughout. ok so anyway thomas being effectively now a concept rather than a person has become dulcinea, don quixote's virtuous and peerless lady love to whom he dedicates his chivalric intentions (worth noting dulcinea is not a character who's actually real in the story and in fact only exists in don quixote's brain cells). interpreted this way, silver aka narrator usurper of all time, rejects his fate of blurring into flint's ideals and instead transforms himself at the end into the role of miguel de cervantes, dictating flint's fate and the outcome of the story as we know it. an alternative read (and a valid one since silver is also chameleon of all time) would place silver in the role of the white moon knight, the defeater and former acquaintance of don quixote who ultimately convinces him to give up his chivalric dreams. a cynical read of treasure island would also complete flint's don quixote arc, dying in meloncholy after a return to "the real world" as well.

i could write more but if i were to say everything i want to say i'd develop carpal tunnel and i don't have the time or money for the medical or physical therapy appointments. hope that helps tho