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Title: Push and Pull Artist: ??? Ship: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood Prompt #: 54 Rating: Teen Medium: Digital Art Warnings: n/a
Content Tags: Snogging, UST, no shirts, rivals, post-Hogwarts, Quidditch training
Summary: After a long day of training at boot camp (hosted by the British and Irish Quidditch League), two reserves finally resolve some unfinished business in a dark locker room. They're still rivals, but they could be something more...
Summary: Marcus’ and Oliver’s first date doesn’t go quite as planned but that’s okay
Rating: T
Genre: Post Battle of Hogwarts, Developing Relationship, Light Angst, Affection
Words: 820
A/N: for @inimitablebiscuit!! who had asked for a fluffy prompt but some angst still got in there in the end oops ‘^_^
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chaos on the slytherin quidditch team account
Summary: Marcus’ and Oliver’s first date doesn’t go quite as planned but that’s okay
Rating: T
Genre: Post Battle of Hogwarts, Developing Relationship, Light Angst, Affection
Words: 820
A/N: for @inimitablebiscuit!! who had asked for a fluffy prompt but some angst still got in there in the end oops ‘^_^
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“Ollie, you were always the best of us… and of me”
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Dyslexic/learning disabled markus? 🥰
The library is quiet. Too quiet.
There's always been a jab in passing or some rough comment, but today, Marcus is silent as a stone.
Oliver didn't expect much when Marcus was assigned as his partner for their Transfiguration project, but right now Oliver is, dare he say it, worried.
Not that Oliver's been checking, but Marcus has not flipped the book page for several minutes now. His eyebrows are furrowed, as if he's concentrating, but his eyes barely move.
Fred and George had always poked fun at Oliver’s lack of romantic life — too focused on quidditch as his first love, they’d announce dramatically, with the girls giggling behind their hands as Oliver did his part of being exasperated. They didn’t know the half of it and Oliver was perfectly happy keeping it that way. It was easier when the circle he was operating in was far from Gryffindor sphere of influence.
He’d never quite been able to handle not getting exactly what he wanted. Call it precociousness, being stubborn, the effects of being raised an only child with a single mother who fed his obsessive personality — Oliver didn’t see much wrong with going about any available way to get to his end goal.
And if it was a tad shy of being moral, well.
A shout out into Tumblr: I’m primarily a Flintwood writer on this blog, but I’ve been known to write a lot of other ships previously. Who do you ship that you’d like to see more of? My askbox is open if you’re not comfortable answering here and would prefer to go on anon.
(Inspired by looking at @hprarepairfest and the list of prompts, to be honest.)
Yule ball anon~
That was amazing lol I really like the dynamic where oliver is the one who has to be brave and marcus is perfectly willing to be out and proud. Thank you so much for the words and I hope you're feeling better!
Thank you so much, anon, I'm so happy you enjoyed it, honestly. I love playing with their dynamic and it turned out your prompt was ideal for seeing how it moves back and forth between them.
Feeling much better, thank you so much. Had a horrid round of Covid, followed by the very nasty side-effect of my mouth flaring up with ulcers and sores for nearly five days after I was clear of the actual virus. Still not back to full energy by any means, but getting there, and grateful to be back writing. Hope you're doing well wherever you are and that life is treating you kindly.
For the anon who asked about Yule Ball Flintwood, this is a beginning of sorts for you. This didn’t turn out the way I anticipated originally when you presented the concept, so I offer this as version 1.0 with something softer to follow.
pairing: Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood
premise: Marcus shows up to the Yule Ball solo. So does Oliver. Neither one is especially pleased about it, and the reasons why are personal.
wordcount: 2,194 words.
The Yule Ball. Welcome to the distinct scent of too much teenage desperation in one room.
The snide thought belonged to Marcus Flint, whose dress robes fit just fine, thanks very much, not that the same could be said of some of the people attending. Weasley the younger, for example, looked like a cat crawled onto the front of his robes, rolled around, and then obligingly threw up a lacy hairball before departing. Marcus’ were, shockingly, not green, because Slytherins were in fact capable of wearing colours that weren’t the house colours. Instead, he’d gone for navy blue, and they were tailored to fit. For now, he was leaning with his right shoulder firmly parked against a nearby wall, drink in hand (liberally spiked, courtesy of Pucey’s far too innocent face which had successfully hidden very good Firewhiskey somewhere on his person), and settling into the buzz around him.
Fell off the face of Tumblr a little bit again due to being very unwell for more than two weeks. Not an excuse, just an explanation.
Yule Ball anon, I haven’t forgotten you. I will have something for you by the end of this week, with my apologies for the delay.
Hope everyone else is doing well in these oft-challenging times. Sending all the sun and the stars, whichever you like better.
"This is the best team Gryffindor's had in years. We're going to win. I know it."
cliché we're partnered in potions during the amortentia class and are trying to avoid the elephant in the room ft. flintwood
+ bonus thoughts
Yule ball anon. I am on board for ANYTHING I just think marcus and oliver in dress robes and dancing would be adorable
Hello Yule Ball anon! Do you have a song for me, perhaps? I'd be interested to know what you'd imagine them dancing to (I don't care if they'd never dance to Muggle music realistically, it sets the mood).
What if the yule ball was every 3 years instead of just the one special occasion?
This begs for something disgracefully romantic. Is that your jam, anon and others out there, or are you more into what-might-have-been turned into simmering attraction at a wholly inappropriate moment years down the line?
Either way, the brain is turning.
