#interactions : marcus flint

[viiktorious]

* 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘: closed starter for marcus flint / @hoggleswart ! * 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: somewhere in the middle of the cadbury renaissance fair, before burning witch nominations !

the confusion is clear, thick eyebrows furrow as he looks at the other man. for some reason, his intuition is telling him he already knows him; and the features are familiar too. but he can't exactly pinpoint where or how this prior meeting has happened. he can guess, maybe hogwarts days but it feels more recent somehow. "wait, are you sure we haven't met before?" his tone is suspicious and his demeanor is too, though he is trying to not be. "also what is this voting thing you're telling me about? i'm not sure i'm following."

[pcetstcrtured]

@trollblud liked for a starter!

"what's that smug look for? you think you can do any better?"

[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.

[rebuildeds]

“  darling,  you  sound  so  sour.  ”      while  marcus  has  got  an  inexplicable  talent  for  getting  under  tempest's  skin  some  days,  the  rest  of  the  time  it's  just  funny  and  entertaining  to  push  each  other's  buttons  in  this  way.  they've  had  some  cider,  not  bundled  up  nearly  as  warmly  as  they  probably  should  be  in  the  name  of  a  casually  attention-attracting  outfit.  they'd  made  sure  it  was  plausibly  deniable  that  it  was  what  they  were  attempting,  but  a  family-friendly  autumn  festival  was  not  the  most  appropriate  place  to  pull,  in  retrospect.  and  now  they'd  bumped  into  marcus,  that  was  looking  less  and  less  likely.      “  i'm  a  delight,  and  you're  well  aware.  ”

prompt:    this  is  not  the  first  time  i’ve  been  threatened. for:    closed  to  tempest  clearwater.    (  @rebuildeds  ) location:    the  appleby  autumnfest.

＂  that  doesn’t  surprise  me.  you’re  extremely  irritating.  ＂  they  make  no  attempt  to  sugarcoat  their  blunt  response.  marcus  doesn’t  see  a  reason  to.  these  conversations  with  tempest  come  as  naturally  to  them  as  the  sport  that  bound  them  together  as  rivals  did.  he’s  no  doubt  said  worse  to  them  in  the  past  and  they,  in  turn,  will  surely  say  worse  to  him  in  the  future.  it’s  what  makes  their  interactions  so  fun,  a  distraction  that’s  particularly  craved  when  the  activities  of  this  year’s  autumnfest  start  to  drag.  ＂  is  it  even  the  first  time  today  or    …    ＂  the  question  drifts  off,  brows  raising  in  a  questioning  manner  to  show  they  expect  an  answer  while  mouth  offers  nothing  more  than  a  subtle,  one  -  sided  upward  twitch,  hint  of  a  smirk  forming  though  never  quite  revealing  itself.

[anordinarymuse]

partners.

Theo Nott x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Summary: fluff and angst :)

Word Count: i’d say longer than my avg

navigation.

request here.

The library was about to close and you stared at the book you needed, one shelf too high for you to reach. You sucked in a sharp inhale while peeking about your surroundings to see if Madam Pince was anywhere near, to your dismay your eyes settled on Theodore Nott.

Upon making eye contact with Theodore, you set your aversions to him aside and grit your teeth as you ask, “Could you just get that book for me?”

Nott struts over with a cocky grin, tipping the spine of the book tauntingly, “What class is it for?”

“Light-reading,” You mutter, holding out your hand expectantly. “Why?”

“Just asking,” He shrugs as he flips through the pages of the book. “Trying to see if you’re getting ahead.”

“Piss off,” you try and reach for your book, but Theodore whips his hand above his head making it an impossible reach.

“How’d you do on Slughorns mock OWLs?” He asks smugly, keeping your book out of reach.

“Why would I tell you?”

“I got 100.”

“Extra points cause you’re a suck up?” You ask, eyeing your book and trying to figure out how to make a quick escape.

He leans down to your level, lips nearly brushing,“Extra points because I’m smarter.”

You smile as you reply, “I got a 102,” before grasping the lapel of Theodore’s uniform, yanking him to your height, snatching your book, and abandoning him in the library aisle.

It’s always been like this, you didn’t know when it started but the two of you always seemed to be competing in everything, all the time.

Sitting in DADA you sneakily read pages of the book in the back of class, and suddenly thought back on your and Theo’s late-night library interaction. Slughorn always spent the first 10 minutes of his lecture rambling, so you knew you weren’t missing any important details. Half heartedly you listened to his instruction, but you were much more in tune with your book.

“Class, this assignment will be done in partners, and these partner will be assingned.” When Professor Slughorn mentioned that, your head shot up and you waited for your name to be called.“…Nott and Y/L/N.”

You groan, not even bothering to give Nott a glance. At the end of class, you notice a slip of paper by your book bag. Upon open, it read: Let’s meet in the library at 7:30 to work on the assignment.

The meeting couldn’t come any faster, and suddenly you and Theodore were sitting across from each other in a back corner of the library. Nott was looking through a catalogue of Christmas presents as you filled out the practice question packet.

“Do you think Flint would like this?” He asks you, pushing the catalogue toward you, and for a split second his fingers brush yours.

“Will you stop, I’m trying to focus,” you mutter irritated, flinging your hands away. You couldn’t even remember the last time you spoke to Marcus Flint.

As you crossed out answers in the multiple section, you found yourself stuck on question 7. You could feel Nott’s eyes studying you, and you cringed when you heard his voice, “Mark my words, it’s D.”

You let out a quiet sigh before checking his answer with the review key—D.

“Was I right?” He asks testily, the Christmas catalogue pushed aside, and he searches for eye contact.

You say nothing, pretending not to hear him, and move onto the next section. All of the sudden, he’s snatched the papers from your hand and checks his answer himself.

“I was,” he states with a smug smile, the same one he gave you when gloating about his mock OWL results. “The question wasn’t even difficult.”

Sick of his antics, you push yourself away from the table, and snap, “Since you’re so confident, why don’t you just finish up the rest?”

You shove the papers in his face before stalking away. You didn’t understand why you were so frustrated, but you couldn’t stand another minute with him. Everything boast and brag twisted the knife in your side.

As the soles of your shoes clicked against the marble hallway floors, you heard another pair clicking quickly toward you. Glancing behind your shoulder, no surprises, it’s Theo.

“Y/L/N!” He shouts after you. With that, you quicken your pace but he manages to reach for your wrist before you get a chance to make an escape.

Force to meet his eye, you say bitterly,“It doesn’t seem like you need my help,” before abruptly tossing his hand off of your wrist.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” he confesses. “I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

You ignore his apology and turn to walk away.

Theo runs ahead to face you, “We have to finish this together anyway, let me talk, please.”

“What does it matter to you?”

“Because I care.”

Does he take you for a joke? Never once has Theo shown an interest of “caring” about you. All the times he’s gloated, cast you aside, or snickered at you when passing by him and friends reels in your mind. You want to push him back in retribution of whatever simmering anger burns in your chest; however, the longer he burns his gaze into yours, the more you realize the beauty of his feature and the natural fall of his airy hair.

“Y/N, you have it in your mind that I’m determined to have it out for you. I don’t,” his eyes are riddled with sincerity, and you can’t help but believe him, though your gut begs you to not.

Bitting the inner of your cheek you mumble, “Right, that’s a load of shit.”

“I care. I care a lot,” he tilts your chin up, and he says almost in a whisper, “Let me show you.”

Suddenly, Theo dips in and his hand gently wraps to cup the dip of your cheek, pressing his warm lips against yours. Caught by surprise, you stiffen, but as his warmth wraps around your body, the walls you’d built up crumble down, and you can’t help but give in.

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[elisedonut]

What is the difference between flint/percy and perciver

because they look the same to me and i dont get it

Hello!!

Love this question thank you for sending it to me!

ok so keep in mind what we do actually know about Marcus and Oliver is a little limited so alot of this is more just how I see them personally at this moment in time alright?

Also this may be annoying to read so ill add a TLDR at the end jdfhadk

Really though for me at least when it comes to Flintley vs Perciver alot of it comes more down to outside factors and just Marcus being meaner

Like Flintley is a very "mean to everyone but you" type of ship to me. Even though I do still think he has his moments when it comes to Percy anyway. it's a ship where one side falls within a few meetings most of the time to me (normally Flint). A ship where when/if the other person falls to that everything else will happen extremely quickly.

It's also slightly a Flustered/Experienced ship dynamic to me because of me recently being obsessed with the concept of Marcus being a total prude who doesn't want to disappoint his family any more then he already has. Like that isn't always important but it's fun to play with and not something I tend to play with when it comes to Perciver.

Because with Oliver I tend to actually think of him as having a very loving family who treat him really well mostly because of the fun difference that shows with Percy's family.

Also I think the fact Oliver never seems like embarrassed or concerned about how much he only cares about Quidditch is a sign that his home life is pretty good or at the very least like supportive of him.

While with Marcus I like to make his family even worse then the Weasley's for the same reason. So I tend to think of them as putting a lot of pressure on him and him having a very difficult time living up to it.

I'm also one of those people that take the text fuck up the writer made about Marcus' year in the first book as just him having failed that year so i don't tend to think of Percy and Marcus interacting much at all before like Percy's sixth year.

Even though it was later fixed I think it's just more interesting and adds more layers to him and another thing for him to feel like a fuck up about as well as just being an easy way to force him and Percy to interact.

so it just stays fact to me.

Perciver is a slow burn friends to lovers type ship to me I know enemies to lovers is like gaining ground with them but I personally don't care for it much. I prefer when they do still end up bickering at times but for the most part get along really well.

I think even after both of them realize they have feelings that it takes forever for them to own up to it. Neither side wants to lose the other as a friend so they both try to just push it down and ignore it even though it doesn't really work very well

Both sides are convinced the other is way to good to be with someone like them so everything is very slow moving

I tend to think of them as getting together later in life vs a Hogwarts romance.

I do think both ships have a an obsessive like tint to them because both Marcus and Oliver both have that obsessive personality

though I do think Flints more of a bitch about it

Oliver at least tries not to be a jealous bitch and just kind of buries it when he feels it

While Flint doesn't even attempt to hide when he's having a jealousy fit

I think most of the Weasleys adore Oliver and can't stand Marcus

I think Oliver is more likely to not take Percy's side on something if he really thinks he's wrong when it comes to his family (even though he wouldn't say that actually in front of the other Weasleys)

while Percy could literally say something way off and incorrect and Marcus will still be 120% on his side against his family(and will say so Infront of them without care)

Marcus is more likely to not try to convince Percy to always forgive his family

while I think Oliver would be likely to try to

even though in both cases I do think the final decision is left to Percy either way and both would follow what he decides

Oliver's first love is Quidditch but Percy is very close behind it

Marcus puts Percy above everything else to an unhealthy degree

So Tldr the main big differences to me

Flintley:

Meaner then Oliver

Quick burn feelings

Flustered/Experienced

Later interaction

Flints are worse then the Weasleys

Outwardly Jealous

Weasley's hate him

Handles Weasley conflict by always loudly taking Percy's side even if he's wrong

Percy >>>>>>>>> Everything else

Perciver:

Nicer then Marcus

Slow burn feelings

Friends to lovers

And they were roommates

Woods are better then the Weasleys

Tries to hide his Jealousy(he fails)

Weasleys love him

Handles Weasley conflict by forming an actual opinion on the matter at hand and talking to Percy about it privately

Quidditch > Percy >>>>>>>>> Everything else

[little-engineer-who-cant]

Hi!! I love the Until I Knew You series!! I was wondering if you had any thoughts on Edwina and Davin's relationships with their respective in-laws?

Hi, thank you so much for reading and loving the series! The moodboard you made is lovely!

Edwina gets along great with her in-laws, though she and Dominic still have their disagreements, and it's a relief to her after so long spent trying to impress everyone to make a good match. Being welcomed so easily by Ava is a boon to her and even during the story, Ava's immediate acceptance did a lot to give Edwina the courage to stand up to Dominic. Edwina and Ava often take tea together, traveling between the Reynolds and Doyle estates every couple of weeks. Their shared bonding over being the Diamonds of their Season leads into their shared love of music and other artistic endeavors. Edwina is of a more scholarly mindset than Ava is, but the women still delight in sharing poetry and debating politics.

Edwina doesn't have much of relationship with Marcus beyond being friendly with him, but Marcus was a fixture in the Reynolds household for a long time and he continues to be close with the family. The visits between Edwina and Ava help strengthen the bond between the families and once the Duke of Flint dies, Marcus and Davin make great progress on allying their political influence and wealth. Often, Edwina and Ava's tea debates are interrupted by their husbands and turn into larger scale conversations involving the directions of their households.

Edwina's relationship with Dominic takes a bit longer to navigate, simply because of their rocky beginning, but eventually it evens out and they develop a deep respect for one another. Edwina is a steadfast ally of Dominic's on the Ton, despite his rakish reputation. He also is one of her fiercest defenders, taking personal offense on his sister-in-law's behalf when someone makes a snide or derisive comment about Edwina in his hearing. They'll bicker over a family dinner all night long, matching wits and mocking banter in private, but in public Dominic is as he has always been, a united front with his brother and that united front now includes Edwina. Though they will mutter japes to one another (and Davin) at a ball or garden party, they are careful to never seem at odds in public because there are already enough rumors about them not getting along due to their interactions in Never In My Wildest Dreams. The last thing Dominic wants to do is undermine Davin simply because the Ton perceives him to hate Edwina, which he does not, but the back and forth nature of their friendship can seem hostile to the untrained eye.

Davin and Anthony never truly see eye to eye beyond business. They both want to protect their families, but God knows they have very different thoughts on how to properly run their households. Davin places a lot of trust in his siblings that Anthony does not and the two men can never quite understand one another's stance. Their respective backgrounds and family life lend credence to their outlooks, but because of those vastly different experiences in childhood and adulthood, and both being assertive and commanding people, they cannot find a common ground in their personal lives. It's their way or the highway and unfortunately "their way" never aligns simply because have fundamentally different views of the world. Most of their conversations are strictly business, anything else discussed between them is driven by the Sharma sisters. They can be cordial with one another, but there is a subconscious (and somewhat conscious) level of dislike, mistrust and misunderstanding that prevents them from ever being friends.

In sharp juxtaposition, Davin and Kate get along pretty well. Though Davin tends to keep his distance from people outside of his immediate family, he makes an exception for Kate because Edwina wants so badly to rebuild her relationship with her sister and she cannot do that effectively if he stonewalls Kate. It takes some effort on his part as he is not a very forthcoming person, but their common ground in wanting Edwina to be happy leads to a more cordial relationship between them. Davin and Kate are each other's best ally and fiercest judge, though thankfully the distance between their respective households makes it hard for them to be too involved in one another's business outside of the Season. When Edwina and Davin are in London, they'll often host or be hosted by Anthony and Kate for dinners and such which are slightly awkward, but mostly enjoyable. Everyone in the room knows Anthony and Davin don't like each other which puts a bit of a damper on things, but the sisters always enjoy a chance to reconnect in person.

Sorry it took so long to answer this, thinking about this answer led me to outlining a fourth fic in the series, another longer story focused on Dominic, of a similar length to Never In my Wildest Dreams. It features (the now married!) Edwina and Davin and will have a lot more in depth examinations of these relationships and dynamics. I don't anticipate posting it for a while yet, there are other long form projects that are taking priority right now, but it is coming and I hope you enjoy it when it does!

[glasswoodonthebrain]

1,2,3 for radiant, c, v, y for glasswood!! love ya xx

CHAR MY BELOVED THANK YOUUUUUUU! I love you too!

If anyone else wants to ask questions, please do! The original post is here!

For Radiant~

I already answered the first one here, so I’m just going to screenshot this!

2. “First time meeting their best friend”

Radiant has a lot of best friends, so this is going to be a long one lol

Angelina Johnson was her roommate from the beginning. They bonded extremely quickly. And had a shared love for Quidditch. Angelina would go on to be Radiant’s Maid of Honor at her wedding.

She met Hadlee Euphoric at her first Quidditch Match in her second year. The two didn’t really interact, and it wasn’t until their third year that they had an actual conversation. Turns out, they had a lot in common!

Radiant met Victoria Macmillan during her second year and Victoria’s fourth year. She caught Vic and her cousin, Percy Weasley, snogging. Aside from finding the whole ordeal funny, she found herself really liking having leverage against them. But, eventually she grew to like Victoria a lot.

And finally, Oliver Wood. The two met during her first year and his third. They met on the Quidditch pitch, and if anyone would like to read what exactly happened, I wrote it here!

3. “First opinion of school as a kid”

Radiant hated being homeschooled by her mother, so she hated school up until she was at Hogwarts. I’ve discussed Radiant and Felicity’s relationship before here, but they have an extremely complicated one to say the least.

Being taught by a parent is a whole experience (believe me, I know) and it was not one Radiant enjoyed.

She absolutely loved Hogwarts though. Being around so many students and people was such an amazing experience for her.

For Glasswood~

C. “First physical contact (handshake? Hug? Something else?)”

SOMETHING ELSE DEFINITELY

Excerpt from Meeting on the Pitch

And then Radiant proceeded to hold onto Oliver by his waist.

I WISH I WAS HER

V. “First time they felt insecure/jealous, and how they worked through it”

Radiant experienced a lot of insecurities when it came to Oliver. First time she experienced feeling jealous was when she was in her second year. Angelina made a comment on how she thought Oliver was attractive, and jokingly asked if Radiant thought she had a chance with him.

Radiant almost died right then and there.

Oliver first experienced jealousy later on in their relationship. Marcus Flint said that she was ��too damn beautiful” to be a Gryffindor, and Oliver almost threw hands right then and there.

Y. “First time living together”

On June 25th, 1996, Oliver and Radiant moved in together to their house in Upper Hogsfield.

They loved living together from the beginning. Even though there was nothing sexual (until their wedding night, that is, on August 13th) they had an intimate relationship as roommates.

Oliver would cook, as Radiant is actually horrible at anything involving a stove, and she would clean. It was a good system.

They spent their evenings together in front of their fireplace just basking in each other’s company.

Thank you again for the questions Char! If anyone else wants to ask PLEASE DO! FLOOD MY INBOX! I WOULD LOVE THAT!

[tanketorskk]

oh I do not know those !! is " we " the fandom ? sorry

and yes I have seen people use tiberius before too !! :-D

and who are the people at the bottom ??

All good! But no, that would be me and my roleplay partner. I don’t interact with a tonne of fandom Knights stuff so most of it is based on what the two of us have come up with.

I’ve honestly not seen anyone talk about Nott Senior in ages lol but it’s fun that there’s some overlap! I honestly can’t remember if I got the name from seeing someone else use it or not lol

All of them are essentially ocs lol, but we (my roleplay partner and I) have done our best to make them fit into existing lore etc. Lucernella and Ettiedette Crouch are the younger sisters of Bartemius Crouch Senior and the daughters of Caspar Crouch and Charis Black. This also makes them the aunts of Barty Crouch Junior of course. Rubeline Smoke is the wife of Bruce Mulciber Senior and mother of Bruce Mulciber Junior. She’s also known as Ruby. Kalfr Cowbell is Charity’s uncle. He married Charlise Burbage, a younger sister of Herbert Burbage, Charity’s dad. Kalfr and Charlise also had a son, Colter, aka Charity’s cousin. Spyromine Myrdyrov Carrow is an ancestor of the Carrows Alecto and Amycus. Amphimus Soot Flint is the grandfather of Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch Captain we meet in the original series. He is also the brother of Augusta Flint who later becomes Augusta Longbottom, Frank Longbottoms’s mother and Neville Longbottom’s grandmother. Hyppolyte and Eglantine Rosier are boy/girl twins and French Rosier family members. Their parents are Alphonse Rosier and Ilda Rosier. Ilda is a full-blooded Veela and Alphonse is the brother of Felix Rosier who is the father of Alabaster Rosier (Evan Rosier’s father), Druella Rosier (Bellatrix, Andromeda and Narcissa’s mother) and Acelin Rosier (Pandora’s father).

Hopefully all of this makes just a little bit sense cnfncnfn

[nobodyssoldier]

below  the  cut,  you  can  find  further  information  and  instructions  regarding  our  second plot  drop  !!  please do make use of the allegiance-specific chats in our ooc discord to plot with one another.

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i. plot drop

the  date  is  13  /  01  /  2031.  hogwarts  university's  reopening  casts  long  shadows  across  the  wizarding  world.  there  is  a  wrongness  here  that  seeps  through  every  crack,  every  shadow,  a  corruption  that  runs  deeper  than  mere  darkness. dolores  umbridge  emerges  from  the  gloom,  freed  from  azkaban's  depths  by  voldemort's  coup.  her  poisonous  pink  robes,  preserved  through  decades  of  imprisonment,  seem  to  mock  the  very  concept  of  color.  each  click  of  her  heels  against  ancient  stone  echoes  with  terrible  purpose  as  she  takes  her  place  at  the  gates,  that  signature  simpering  smile  unchanged  by  time  or  torment.  beside  her  looms  marcus  flint—now  deputy  headmaster—a  shadow  given  form,  his  old  quidditch-field  brutality  refined  into  something  more  calculated,  more  precise  in  its  cruelty. they  welcome  students  both  new  and  returning,  though  'welcome'  rings  hollow,  false  as  fool's  gold.  all  of  them  know  what  awaits  within.

in  her  office,  where  kitten  plates  mew  in  disturbing  unison,  umbridge  presides  over  both  administrative  duties  and  interrogations  with  the  same  saccharine  smile.  the  screams  that  sometimes  echo  from  behind  her  closed  door  blend  seamlessly  with  the  cats'  endless  song.  below,  in  what  was  once  minerva  mcgonagall's  transfiguration  classroom,  flint  cultivates  his  network  of  informants  with  practiced  precision. the  carrow  sisters  have  made  the  dungeons  their  domain,  a  nightmare  realm  where  their  family's  legacy  lives  on  in  flesh  and  blood  and  screams.  flora's  "disciplinary  sessions"  in  the  old  potions  classroom  have  become  legendary,  each  new  technique  more  creative  than  the  last.  across  the  corridor,  hestia's  dark  arts  lessons  focus  on  practical  application,  using  detained  "troublemakers"  as  unwilling  subjects  for  increasingly  vicious  curses. even  the  room  of  requirement  bears  the  scars  of  this  transformation.  it  appears  now  only  for  the  knights  who  have  claimed  it  as  their  sanctuary,  its  walls  remembering  the  purpose  they  once  served  in  darker  days.  the  erinyes  seethe  with  blood-boiling  fury  at  this  perceived  betrayal,  their  exclusion  only  fueling  their  determination  to  reclaim  it.

in  the  great  hall,  beneath  a  ceiling  that  no  longer  reflects  the  sky  but  a  yawning  darkness,  students  sit  in  rigid  rows.  some  bear  visible  marks  of  "disciplinary  measures"—scars  from  blood  quills  carved  into  their  skin,  others  twitch  with  the  lingering  effects  of  cruciatus  exposure.  most  have  learned  to  keep  their  eyes  downcast,  their  voices  hushed,  their  thoughts  buried  deep  where  even  the  most  skilled  legilimens  might  not  find  them.

the  date  is  20  /  01  /  2031.  in  the  weeks  since  the  destruction  of  the  veil,  there  has  been  disquiet  in  the  wizarding  world.  tension,  taught  as  a  bowstring.  hushed  whispers  and  hurried  steps.  in  the  ministry's  halls,  portraits  whisper  of  strange  sounds  echoing  from  the  department  of  mysteries.  aurors  report  increasing  numbers  of  dark  magic  detections  across  britain.  owls  refuse  to  fly  after  sunset,  and  even  the  ghosts  of  hogwarts  have  grown  restless  and  afraid.  though  many  have  their  suspicions,  only  a  select  few  are  privy  to  the  dark  truth.  the  man  once  known  as  tom  marvolo  riddle  has  cheated  death  a  second  time  and  walks  amongst  the  living,  restored.

but  he  has  grown  weary  of  his  half-life,  and  of  lurking  in  shadows.  weeks  of  watching  from  darkness,  of  gathering  strength,  of  testing  the  limits  of  this  new  form  death  has  granted  him.  weeks  of  hearing  reports  of  his  enemies  moving  freely  through  the  world  he  means  to  rule.  there's  one  name  on  his  lips  —  spoken  in  the  dead  of  night  like  a  curse,  whispered  in  the  dawn  like  a  prayer,  repeated  endlessly  until  it  becomes  a  mantra  of  obsession  —  and  a  single-minded  determination  drives  him  through  the  streets  of  london  like  an  animal  on  the  hunt.  he  sets  out  to  strike  at  the  heart  of  the  order.  harun  polat.  saviour.  martyr.  once  boy,  now  man.

they  face  one-another  as  equals,  their  souls  no  longer  tethered,  and  raise  their  wands  in  an  echo  of  a  battle  long-since  won.  spells  illuminate  the  morning  air  like  deadly  fireworks.  shields  shatter  and  reform.  the  crowd  scatters  in  panic  as  two  of  the  most  powerful  wizards  alive  duel  in  the  heart  of  diagon  alley.  the  wraiths  emerge  from  shadows  to  form  a  perimeter,  while  order  members  apparate  in  to  protect  civilians.  magic  crackles  between  the  combatants,  beautiful  and  terrible.

but  neither  see  a  figure  emerging  from  the  thick  of  the  fight,  and  neither  are  fast  enough  to  change  their  course.  rubeus  hagrid,  keeper  of  keys  and  grounds  at  hogwarts,  moves  with  surprising  grace  for  one  so  large.  lord  voldemort  howls  in  fury  as  harun  polat  slips  through  his  fingers,  yet  again.  the  sound  shakes  windows  and  cracks  cobblestones,  and  as  though  in  unison,  harun  howls  as  he  is  dragged  from  the  battlefield  and  from  where  rubeus  hagrid  lies  dying  —  another  in  the  long  line  of  those  who've  slipped  from  this  mortal  coil  so  that  he  might  live  on.  his  friend's  last  words  echo  in  his  ears:  "yeh  won't  take  'im  again!"  even  as  order  members  pull  him  to  safety  through  desperate  apparition.

in  the  aftermath,  the  wizarding  world  faces  an  uncomfortable  truth:  their  nightmare  has  returned,  wearing  beauty  like  a  mask  over  madness.  and  somewhere  in  london,  harun  polat  kneels  beside  the  still  form  of  his  oldest  friend.  hagrid's  body  lay  where  he  fell,  peaceful  as  if  sleeping,  covered  in  gently  falling  snow.  in  death,  he  had  accomplished  what  he'd  spent  his  life  doing:  protecting  harun  from  the  dark  lord's  reach.

the  date  is  22  /  01  /  2031.  the  dungeons  of  hogwarts  castle  have  long  echoed  with  screams,  but  tonight  they  ring  with  battle  cries  and  spellfire.  flora  carrow's  reign  of  terror  ends  in  flames  and  fury,  her  reputation  for  cruelty  preceding  her  like  a  poisonous  shadow.  her  "remedial  sessions"  are  spoken  of  in  whispers,  her  innovations  in  torture  surpassing  even  the  notorious  legacy  of  her  predecessors,  amycus  and  alecto,  in  their  capacity  for  creative  torment.

but  even  monsters  must  fall.

the  erinyes  move  like  vengeful  spirits  through  torch-lit  corridors,  their  attack  precise  and  merciless.  flora  carrow,  for  all  her  cruelty,  never  sees  them  coming.  perhaps  she  believed  herself  untouchable  within  these  stone  walls  that  have  witnessed  so  much  suffering.  perhaps  she  thought  her  family  name  would  protect  her,  as  it  has  so  many  times  before.

through  secret  passages  and  hidden  doors,  the  knights  of  the  round  table  guide  terrified  students  to  safety  as  battle  erupts  between  the  wraiths  and  the  erinyes.  their  silver  daemons  prowl  the  shadows,  offering  comfort  and  direction  to  those  who  flee  the  growing  storm  of  combat.  they  move  with  practiced  efficiency,  their  evacuation  routes  planned  and  rehearsed  in  countless  midnight  meetings.

but  fate  has  other  plans.

abigail  wood  stands  tall  in  ravenclaw  blue  and  bronze,  her  silver  fox  daemon  alert  at  her  side.  oliver  wood's  daughter  has  inherited  all  of  her  father's  courage  and  determination.  when  a  group  of  first-years  finds  themselves  caught  between  clashing  spells,  she  doesn't  hesitate.

the  killing  curse  flies  from  an  erinyes  wand,  meant  for  flora  carrow's  heart.  instead,  it  finds  abigail's,  her  body  falling  in  a  graceful  arc  that  seems  to  last  an  eternity.  her  daemon  dissolves  like  starlight  on  water,  its  final  cry  echoing  through  chambers  that  have  heard  too  much  pain  already.  her  wand  clatters  against  ancient  stone,  the  sound  somehow  louder  than  the  battle  raging  around  them.

for  one  terrible  moment,  the  world  holds  its  breath.

the  knights  break  first,  their  cries  of  anguish  bouncing  off  dungeon  walls  that  have  absorbed  so  many  screams  before.  the  erinyes  member  who  cast  the  curse  stands  frozen,  horror  etched  into  every  line  of  their  face  as  they  realize  what  they've  done.  they  have  become  what  they  sought  to  destroy  —  dealers  of  death  to  the  innocent.

her  death—the  first  knight  to  fall  at  erinyes  hands—sends  ripples  through  both  factions.  the  knights  mourn  a  sister;  the  erinyes  face  the  horror  of  killing  one  they  had  sworn  to  protect.  what  began  as  an  act  of  justice  has  birthed  its  own  tragedy,  a  cruel  reminder  that  vengeance  carries  its  own  price.

in  the  hospital  wing,  abigail  lies  in  state,  her  ravenclaw  quidditch  robes  draped  across  her  like  a  shroud.  her  fellow  knights  maintain  their  vigil,  their  silver  daemons  clustered  close,  as  if  their  presence  might  somehow  call  back  her  departed  soul.  her  father  arrives  at  dawn,  his  face  carved  from  grief.  but  in  another  corner  of  the  castle,  a  different  kind  of  grief  takes  root.  hestia  carrow  stands  in  her  sister's  office,  her  fingers  trailing  over  flora's  precise  lesson  plans,  her  meticulous  records  of  pain  inflicted  and  lessons  taught.  their  shared  darkness  had  bound  them  together  since  childhood,  twin  shadows  in  a  world  that  never  understood  their  devotion  to  the  old  ways.  now  that  bond  lies  severed,  and  something  terrible  blooms  in  its  place.

hestia's  scream  of  rage  echoes  through  the  castle  like  a  banshee's  wail,  her  magic  exploding  outward  in  waves  of  raw  fury  that  shatter  windows  and  crack  stone.  where  flora's  cruelty  was  precise,  calculated,  hestia's  grief  transforms  into  something  wild  and  uncontrolled.  she  vows  to  hunt  down  every  member  of  the  erinyes,  to  make  them  suffer  as  she  suffers.  her  sister's  death  has  unleashed  something  far  more  dangerous  than  flora's  measured  malice  —  a  vengeful  fury  that  threatens  to  consume  everything  in  its  path.

ii. plot points

13 / 01 / 2031 : hogwarts university reopens its doors to students old and new — some who have been away for mere weeks, and others who are stepping foot in the castle for the first time in decades.

20 / 01 / 2031 : the dark lord himself re-emerges from the shadows, confirming the worst fears of many and stirring up eager anticipation amongst his followers. he sets out to kill harun polat. the wraiths and the order battle in the streets, harun clawing his way through the battle on muscle memory and the few spells he's learned since his revival, but the man who lived lives again when rubeus hagrid lays down his life to save him.

22 / 01 / 2031 : the erinyes, eager to spill blood and exact vengeance upon their enemies, take advantage of the ensuing chaos and target flora carrow — head of herbology. the castle erupts into chaos and the knights steal in to evacuate as many students as they can. in the heat of battle, a stray curse is thrown and a loyal knight falls where she stands. she is the first of their number to die at the erinyes hands.

31 / 01 / 2031 : the nephilim meet in secret and plan to entice the newly-resurrected, political pawns, and followers of the dark lord who've grown discontent in the aftermath of his most recent failure to best the man who lived.

iii. faction-specific missions

THE ORDER OF THE STAG : the weight of their secret weighs heavy on the minds of the order members, many of whom are questioning the decision to keep harun in the dark — doubly so in light of recent events. meanwhile, a power-struggle ensues between their leaders and a restored albus dumbledore. loyalties are divided.

THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE : having caught wind of the erinyes plans, the knights launch a rescue mission to usher students and teachers out of the castle through secret passageways — some of the rescued are friends, some are foe. new allegiances are formed, and old wounds are re-opened.

THE ERINYES : the erinyes launch an attack on hogwarts castle and murder flora carrow, eager to send a message to the wraiths and to assert themselves as the champions of justice. however, when a knight is caught in the cross-fire, some grow wary of the new way of things. there is innocent blood on their hands now. how much further will they be willing to go?

THE WRAITHS : the wraiths follow their resurrected master into battle with blind faith that a new dawn is finally upon them. but when harun polat escapes yet again, some begin to whisper of an alternative faction on the rise and wonder whether their loyalties may be better placed elsewhere.

THE NEPHILIM : with their various enemies in disarray, the nephilim seize the opportunity to grow their numbers and whisper in the ears of wraiths and erinyes alike.

[papcrrings-arch]

Open Starter: Marcus Flint ( @hiddenstarters​ )

Marcus stopped by a bar after practice, hair still dripping from the shower but dressed nicely. He was always one to look presentable - off the field at least. He ordered his usual at the bar and glanced around the room, taking in the people and looking for friends or someone to make friends with one he’d gotten his drink. That’s when he spotted something. He turned in his barstool to the person sitting next to him, “Don’t look now but I think that person over there is checking you out.”

[viiktorious]

the scoff the viktor lets out seems to come from deep within his gut. "maybe we'd done BETTER if you did your job and scored some points, or is staying on your broom too challenging, flint?" comments like that usually wouldn't get to him, he knows from experience how CRUEL quidditch fans can be with their words; and he's heard so much worse, it shouldn't bother him... but it DOES and truthfully that's what makes him feel so annoyed. the patronizing tone marcus used only manages to make things worse; and if viktor HAD been trying to hold onto his common sense it all goes out the window right then and there. in true krum fashion, his body moves before his mind does and the next thing he knows is that his fist had made contact with some portion of marcus's face.

＂    uh,  oh.  somebody  put  a  sickle  in  krum.    ＂      and  it’s  clear  from  obnoxious  drawl,  left  corner  of  mouth  twitching,  that  no  apology  is  about  to  follow.  there’s  no  remorse  to  be  found  in  marcus.  if  anything,  they  look  as  though  they’re  preparing  for  battle,  pose  confidently  straightening  as  they  repeat  offensive  statement.      ＂    i  said    …    maybe  the  dragons  would’ve  scored  better  if  you’d  learnt  to  duck.  finnigan  almost  wiped  you  out  with  that  bludger.      ＂      it’s  a  strong  exaggeration,  not  to  mention  bold  as  brass  coming  from  someone  who  quite  literal  found  themself  knocked  off  their  broom,  but  flint  seems  ready  to  stand  their  ground,  arms  folding  casually  over  chest.  unfortunately  for  everybody  around  them,  they  never  really  did  leave  that  highschool  locker  room  energy  behind.  not  even  when  it  came  to  his  own    (  temporary  )    teammates.      ＂    don’t  get  salty,  sweetheart.  it  happens  to  the  best    &    worst  of  us.    ＂

[cquity]

oliver & marcus 

grabbing the others hand he pulled him towards the boys bathroom, a grin on his lips. “just a quick kiss and then we go back out.” he admitted, nodding his head seriously. “i mean unless you’re dying to kiss my in front of everyone - than really we don’t need to waste time in the bathroom now do we.” oliver chuckled softly as he let the thought weigh in the others mind. “up to you babe.” 

@papcrrings​

[death-rebirth-senshi]

...who?

Why did Google suggest me this ao3 link out the blue

I know you steal my data at least suggest me a fanfic in a fandom I read

[mcrcki]

“i thought these jousting tournaments would be more exciting, but honestly, they spend twice as much time cleaning each round up than they do actually jousting. i don’t know how much longer i can sit here and watch someone comb through dirt to find some chunks of wood.” || @papcrrings​ for marcus flint

[nightwhispcrs]

          closed starter for @papcrrings​  ( lee & marcus )  /  “oh fucking hell,”  lee cursed, his fries now scattered all over the floor of the cafe.  as soon as he’d picked up his to-go box, the bottom had fallen out and betrayed him.  “this is what i get for coming out today.”