i also love olives

senior syndrome

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, college vampire au

word count: 3,131 

written for: HAPPY BIRTHDAY @bunimalsfiberdolls !!!!!!! 

notes: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Marcus wakes up thirsty.

He blinks, scrubbing at the corners of his eyes. There’s a suspiciously crusty stain on the inside of his bedspread; it isn’t white, but it’s not not white, either. He doesn’t know which pledge had laundry duty last week, but he thinks it was probably Goyle. Goyle always forgets to add detergent. Possibly, Goyle isn’t actually aware he’s supposed to add detergent.


Marcus rolls over. His tongue is sticking to the roof of his mouth, and his throat feels dry and rough and a little like he might’ve accidentally gargled paint thinner. A strange burning sensation is piercing his gut; if he concentrates, he can almost trace it back to a gently pulsating spot between his tonsils.  

Swallowing hurts.  

Swallowing hurts a lot.  

He vows not to try that again, and then idly wonders if he’s getting sick. That would suck. Hooch is picking captains at the end of the week, and Marcus would really enjoy stripping that fuzzy felt “C” off Wood’s jersey. Especially now. Especially after three months of silence and stupid passive aggressive Snap stories featuring way too many fishing boats. And lakes. And sad, ugly, shirtless Canadian bros who definitely didn’t need to, like, molest Wood so thoroughly.  


Marcus’s stomach rumbles.

He instinctively swipes at his teeth with the tip of his tongue.

Keep reading

Finally a take on the girls and a quick one at that. Similar to the first one, I messed around with both the movie and books/graphic novels to get this mess of a scribble. Shh! I hope ya’ll have a good day. Moving on!


Jemma Redgrave & Oliver Cotton in the ‘Duet for One’ trailer

Ginny is the Gryffindor Quidditch captain her sixth year. The school is on Carrow-lockdown, and nearly lifeless: ransacked with guerilla warfare, and entirely lacking in Muggleborns, but there is still Quidditch. 

Her boyfriend, her best friend, and her whole family are out there fighting the war, and here she is playing Quidditch. 

Part of her resents it, resents trying to act like everything is normal, but the rest of her takes pleasure in House rivalry on the pitch, in leading her team to a victory that won’t get them what passes for “detention” in a war, in doing what she is undeniably brilliant at even when everything else is stunted. 

The only thing that keeps her playing is that she’s winning - it feels good to win somewhere, even if it’s not in the battles that matter.