Relationships — Wanted Plots

Morcant about Valerian's first fiancée. @xsecretkeepers

“Polo’s mothers might be lesbians, but they’re old, ok? They don’t get it. I don’t get it either, to be honest. I’m not going to pretend I’m modern, but– girls don’t dream of having a white wedding with two grooms, you know? It’s not what we were taught. I used to think that people were like two halves trying to make a whole, or like nuts and bolts. All you had to do was find that one piece that fit you perfectly. But Polo and I didn’t really fit together before. Then you showed up…and now we do fit together. You’re the piece we were missing. And, hell, when you find love, it sucks to have to let it go”

Polo/Cayetana/Valerio in Élite’s Season 3

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MORCANT NOTT

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GAMON OLLIVANDER -- DROPPED

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WHO: morcant nott & bryony and valerian parkinson @bryonyparkinsons @xsecretkeepers WHERE: st. mungo's hospital, blishwick wing WHEN: new wing at st. mungo's

Obviously, Morcant couldn't avoid Bryony and Valerian for too long. It was rather silly of him to do so, of course, but he would take all the time he could from telling them he was now engaged. It's not as if they would particularly mind, after all, they were married to each other. It was more of the "Morcant Nott being a selfish bastard" gag roll. Nobody could fault him for saying he was charitable, being a Nott was a warning sign as good as any. ━ Hello, Lord and Lady Parkinson. It's a pleasure to see you today. I'm afraid you just missed my fiancée, Winnifred Yaxley, but I'm sure we'll have time to socialize later. We'll send the invitations for the engagement party later this week. ━ Morcant smiled pleasantly, cutting straight to the chase. He couldn't stand sitting on this for a single more minute.

𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭-𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑨 𝑰. the aftermath is secondary (but it always comes)

All you do is scream inside, boy. Where's your goddamn courage?

"You are nothing more than a senile old man, dragging the family name through the mud." You sneer, handsome features become scarlet, because that vein in your neck pumps blood that is trying to escape and stain your hands, and you're desperate to be anything but your father.

"Our lineage? It's cursed, almost as bad as the Black family." You judge, like entitlement isn't also a curse or a language that you speak fluently, like your high horse couldn't topple you and all your little machineries.

"We are the byproduct of centuries of inbreeding, father. If you think we cannot get much worse than that, you have another thing coming." You rage, self-hatred running rampant in your veins like your hounds from hell race through the Nott Grounds at night, desperate to rip off arms of intruders.

Nobody but your mother and sister know about the screaming matches you have with your father. Acting like two savages, vocal chords echoing through corridors silenced by Perpetual Vows for thousands of years. It's not about what he's doing, it's the fact that you could do better.

You could do better, and that kills you inside. Because you just can't wait, can you? You cannot wait for your time to shine and get your grubby little hands on the family crown. Your thirst for power seeping from each pore, glinting in your green eyes and hiding in the shadows of your boyish face. You're too young to be the leader, and you're too old to be dismissed as unthreatening, so now you're left to your own resources.

And your argument is based on a fragile foundation, made of cracked stone that is being kept together by hardened gold. It's not a lie, no. But that's not entirely the truth either. You've never been too good at those anyway.

Well, you're made of mead, boy.

The drink of the gods: a result of fermented honey, and fermenting is just another word for rotting. You're rotten honey. Sweet, but acid. You get drunk on your own hubris.

If you need to tell yourself that your father is supporting an outsider, forgetting about your traditions... So, be it. Tell yourself that.

You can be a drunk, yes, not stupid. There's a thought snaking through the crevices of your brain, balancing doubt in the tiny point of a sharp knife.

Should you support? Or should you not?

It's a growing obsession that's been corrupting your fragile ego for years. Should you support the opposite side just to antagonize? Or should you join and prove yourself to be a much better follower than your own old man?

It's not about what's right, of course not. Why would it be? The thought doesn't even cross your mind, yet.

But you don't want to be made of a fool either, so you ask yourself who is even this Voldemort fellow. After all, if he were from a pureblood family, you would have heard about his folks sooner.

Every pureblood can trace their lineage, registered on family trees and parchments with Dark Magic older than most houses. You would have seen him in any of the dusty tapestries, would have seen portraits of his grandparents painted and showcased on oppulent walls of your friend's manors.

You ask yourself who are his parents, his ancestors. They are so worried about pureblood supremacy, but are they even making the right questions? Or any question at all?

Are you the fool? Are you the only one who can't see it? Are you making the right choice? You couldn't be. For that, you would have to make a choice, and your choice was not even choosing at all.

The aftermath of the festival prodded the knife into your skin, balancing a fragile position. You know you will have to make a decision soon. Avoiding can only be done to a certain point, and the aftermath can be secondary, but it always comes. It's a snake blackening your skin or a stain blackening your face in the tapestry.

Voldemort is just means to an end for the pureblood society. A leader and a scapegoat. He is merely saying what other people have thought for years, making waves and decisions for those who are too coward.

People like you. Who are greedy, and ambitious, and too comfortable in their thrones like a god licks drops of ambrosia running between their fingers.

All you do is scream inside, boy. What is your choice?

GAMON ARTHIT OLLIVANDER ・ 24 ・ HE & HIM ・ FC PAVEL PHOOM  ・ HALFBLOOD ・ ORDER OF THE PHOENIX ・ GRYFFINDOR ALUMNI  ・  RETIRED CHASER FOR FALLMOUTH FALCONS ・ WAND SPECIALIST AT OLLIVANDERS (NIGHT SHIFT) ・ MENACE TO SOCIETY

the warmth of a found family, taking the night shift because you can't sleep anyway, sharing secrets and a bottle of firewhiskey with a friend after a rough night, the red hot feeling of adrenaline when you make the winning goal on a quidditch match, sharing compliments to random people in the streets, a worn out leather jacket with bottoms of muggle bands.

✧ WAND: Aspen, Unicorn tail hair, 10 inches, and rather bendy. ✧ PATRONUS: The seal. The seal patronus is one that shows a playful soul, that seeks excitement in all of it’s ventures. These are not studious individuals, as they are too busy trying to feel as free as they can. They have the ability to light up a room, and they know it, and like to use it to the best of their ability. They are never ones to let their feelings get the best of them, because they are too wrapped up in everything else to care very much about what other people think of them. They would much rather be busy exploring life. ✧ MIRROR OF ERISED: He sees himself backpacking through Asia with someone by his side, he can't see the face, but he knows it's his husband. ✧ BOGGART: His whole family getting captured and tortured by Death Eaters. ✧ FAMILIAR AND OTHER PETS: His familiar is a crow named Bruce Wayne, which also acts in the place of an owl.

BACKGROUND

Gamon Arthit Ollivander was born in Thailand but raised in England almost before he could remember. His parents were a half-blood witch and a squib, and while they didn’t exactly fit into the magical world’s traditional expectations, they made it work. His mother, a fierce duellist, and his father, a professor for a muggle university, were always up for adventure. When Gamon was just four years old, tragedy struck. His parents were killed in an attack by Grindelwald’s followers, but by some twist of fate, he’d been visiting the Ollivanders that day and was spared. His godparents, Garrick and Mathieu, immediately took him in, and that’s when his real family story began.

Growing up in the Ollivander house, chaos was the norm. Garrick and Mathieu, along with their three other adopted kids, welcomed Gamon into the fold like he’d always been there. The whole house was a bit of a mad circus, with everyone bickering, laughing, and getting into trouble together. But through it all, Gamon learned that family wasn’t about blood—it was about loyalty, love, and sticking together no matter how much of a mess you made of things.

At Hogwarts, Gamon’s Gryffindor spirit was obvious from the start. He didn’t care much for schoolwork—he was more of an action guy. Quidditch was his thing. By the time he was 16, he was already getting noticed for his skills on the pitch. He joined the Gryffindor team as a chaser in his second year and, while he had zero interest in becoming team captain, the game was everything to him. The rush of adrenaline when he scored a goal, the thrill of the crowd—it was addicting.

But it wasn’t just the game that caught his attention. Puberty hit, and Gamon found himself feeling a little… distracted. He couldn’t stop looking at the hot, sweaty chasers and beaters on the other teams. It started out as just a pure appreciation for the sport, but soon enough, it dawned on him: he liked the game, but he really liked the sweaty dudes who played it. The realization hit him one evening after a particularly brutal match, when he caught himself staring a little too long at one of the other team’s chasers, his muscles gleaming with sweat as he caught the Quaffle. That was when Gamon realized he was gay. At first, he wasn’t sure what to do with that knowledge, but as he navigated the more chaotic parts of his teenage years—mostly spent sneaking into parties, testing the boundaries of what was acceptable, and partying with his friends—he grew more comfortable with who he was.

The parties were a whole other world. Gamon thrived in the high-energy chaos of the Hogwarts social scene. He had no problem sneaking away to whatever hidden corner of the castle or nearby pub the older students were frequenting, always looking for the next high. Whether it was a good laugh or a new romantic interest, it didn’t matter to him. As he got older, he learned to live for those moments of unbridled fun—fueled by adrenaline, firewhiskey, and the thrill of being surrounded by friends who shared the same chaos.

After graduating at 22, Gamon wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with his life. He’d never been big on plans. He had a minor-league Quidditch career first, and after that, the Falmouth Falcons offered him a spot as a starting chaser. He played for a few years, loved every minute of it—the thrill of the game, the roar of the crowd, the camaraderie.

A few months ago, a bad fall during a match ended his career before it had really reached its peak. Gamon collided mid-air with a Holyhead Harpies player, shattering his leg and causing a severe magical concussion. St. Mungo’s worked on him for weeks, using potions and charms to heal the damage, but a lingering magical imbalance in his system left him with poor coordination and off-balance reflexes. No matter how much he healed physically, he couldn’t get back to full strength, and his Quidditch career was over. It was a hard pill to swallow, but the injury forced him to accept that his body had limits he couldn’t ignore.

The accident didn’t slow him down for long, though. He lived for that next adrenaline rush, and once he was sidelined from Quidditch, he found a new thrill: working the night shift at Ollivanders. The late-night wand repairs became a kind of peaceful rhythm, something he could do while the world was asleep, and it gave him time to figure out what he wanted next.

At some point during those late nights, Gamon started getting involved with the Order of the Phoenix. It wasn’t exactly a surprise. He’d always been a bit of an anarchist at heart—questioning authority, fighting against anyone who tried to impose rules on him or others. As the war escalated, he couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. He wanted to fight back. He was a Gryffindor through and through—loyal, brave, and maybe a little reckless. But above all, he knew this was his fight to take on.

Then there was Bruce. Bruce Wayne, Gamon’s crow. He’d found the little bird abandoned and half-starved one winter night. The name came easily. Gamon had always been into muggle comics, and the idea of a vigilante bird, a sidekick to his own chaotic life, just fit. Bruce was a bit of a troublemaker, always flying off with shiny things during his deliveries and adding them to his nest. Gamon didn’t mind; in fact, he thought it was funny. Bruce was, in his own way, a perfect fit for his life: unpredictable, cheeky, and always keeping things interesting.

PERSONALITY

✅ HONEST ・ BRAVE ・ STREET SMART ・ INTUITIVE ・ ATHLETIC ・ INDEPENDENT ・ CONFIDENT ・ LOYAL ・ CARING ・ PLAYFUL

❌ RECKLESS ・ REBELLIOUS ・ IMPATIENT ・ HOT-TEMPERED ・ POSESSIVE ・ CHAOTIC ・ IRREVERENT ・ HAS NO SELF-PRESERVATION

SKILLS & TALENTS

Adventuring: Gamon is always up for a spontaneous journey, whether it’s exploring unknown parts of the wizarding world or taking a risk on something new. His curiosity and desire for the next thrill often lead him into uncharted territory.

Quidditch Expertise: Having been a reliable chaser on the Gryffindor team and in professional Quidditch, Gamon once had top-tier agility, reflexes, and an uncanny ability to predict plays mid-air. Though he’s retired, the injury has left him with lingering issues that affect his balance and coordination. His broom no longer feels like an extension of himself, and his once-sharp instincts on the pitch have been dulled. While he can still hold his own in a casual match, he knows his prime is behind him.

Martial Magic (Dueling): Thanks to his wand's affinity for martial magic and his natural instinct for defense, Gamon excels in duels. His fighting style is reactive—quick to counter any attack with a move that's as unpredictable as his personality.

Wandlore & Crafting: Growing up in the Ollivander family, Gamon learned the art of wandmaking early on. He has a deep understanding of wand woods, cores, and the unique bond each wand shares with its owner. He's also excellent at repairs and maintenance.

Street Smarts: Gamon is quick on his feet, both physically and mentally. He’s great at reading people and situations, making him adept at getting himself out of sticky social or physical situations. He knows how to navigate tricky streets, whether it's in the wizarding world or the muggle one.

Befriending Strangers: Gamon has an easy time making friends because he genuinely cares about people. He wants to connect with others on a real level, whether it’s sharing a laugh, offering a comforting word, or just being there for someone in a moment of need. Gamon is the type who’ll strike up conversations with anyone, whether it’s in Diagon Alley or a seedy pub.

Risk Management (Sort of): Despite his reckless tendencies, Gamon has a surprising ability to assess risk in high-pressure situations. He might not always make the best decision, but he has a unique instinct for recognizing when things are about to go south—usually right before it happens.

Muggle Interests: Growing up with a muggle historian father, Gamon developed an appreciation for muggle history and culture. From comic books to rock ‘n’ roll, he’s got a broad knowledge of muggle life, which helps him relate to muggle-borns and understand the broader world.

Creature of the Night: Gamon has adapted to the nighttime shifts at Ollivanders, becoming incredibly efficient in dim light. His ability to work in the dead of night, without needing much rest, gives him an edge when handling the unpredictable nature of the late-night crowd.

Pranking & Mischief: Gamon’s quick thinking and mischievous sense of humor make him the go-to guy for pulling off elaborate pranks, whether it’s in Hogwarts' halls or a pub after hours. He knows exactly how to make someone laugh or get back at an enemy with a clever trick.

HE SUCKS AT THIS...

Patience for Theoretical Studies: While Gamon excels in practical magic, he struggles with the theoretical side of things. Complex charms, potions, or ancient spells are lost on him if he has to read about them for too long. He prefers hands-on learning and tends to gloss over anything too academic.

Attention to Detail: Gamon’s impulsive nature often causes him to miss the finer details in a plan. Whether it’s rushing through a wand repair or jumping into an Order mission without fully thinking things through, he tends to overlook the small stuff, which can backfire.

Following Orders: He has an independent streak that doesn’t mesh well with authority figures or following strict orders. It's not on purpose, he's just allergic.

Long-Term Planning: Gamon’s more about living in the moment, and he’s not great at thinking ahead or planning for the future. This shows in everything from his personal relationships to his career choices.

Impulsiveness: A classic trait of his, Gamon is often impulsive and makes decisions based on gut feelings rather than logic. Whether it’s diving headfirst into a fight or making a snap judgment about a person or situation, he tends to act before thinking, which leads to mistakes.

Self-Care & Organization: Gamon has a tendency to forget about his own needs in the chaos of his life. He’s not great at keeping things organized—his personal space can be messy, and he tends to push his health or mental well-being to the back burner in favor of the next adventure or fight.

Subtlety: When it comes to keeping secrets or being discreet, Gamon’s not exactly the most subtle person. He’s prone to making a scene, speaking his mind bluntly, or letting important information slip when it’s least expected.

THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF NOTT

"The Notts? They're a reserved bunch, that's for sure. Don't know what they're hiding, being recluse like that. Maybe being antisocial runs in the family. The current Lord Nott, Geraint, he's a hothead just like his father. The son, Morcant, ain't half-bad, but he's just not that important yet, you know?"

click the read more to read the family's lore!

Head of the Family: Geraint Nott

Family Crest/Emblem: the Gordian Knott made out of moving snakes.

Motto: "Strength lies in legacy."

Other Symbols: the Unbreakable Vow, since the most used version was created initially by the Nott family. It also symbolizes loyalty and the binding nature of their magical practices. Ancient runes used in warding and protection, reflecting their deep understanding of arcane magic.

Location (Wizarding Community or Region) and Headquarters: The Nott family resides primarily in Nott Manor, a sprawling estate located in the remote hills of England. The manor is known for its labyrinthine architecture and its countless magical protections, warding the family’s magical knowledge and treasures.

Notable Members:

Aldric Nott: The first known member of the Nott family, Aldric wrote the Nott Code, a foundational text that established many of the family’s core principles regarding secrecy, purity, and mastery of magic. His contributions to early magical theory laid the groundwork for the family’s legacy.

Fenrir Nott: The visionary who constructed Nott Manor, Fenrir was instrumental in the establishment of the family’s headquarters, embedding powerful wards into its very foundations. His craftsmanship in both magic and architecture ensured the family’s protection for generations.

Amaryllis Nott: Through her marriage, Amaryllis played a crucial role in rebuilding the Nott Library after a devastating fire in the 1800s destroyed much of the family’s written history. She meticulously restored not only the physical structure of the library but also its vast collection of rare texts, preserving the family’s knowledge for future generations.

Vivienne Nott: Vivienne consolidated the magical practices and rituals of the Nott family, compiling them into the Grimoire of Nott. This tome remains a sacred and carefully guarded family heirloom, ensuring that their magical heritage is passed down in an organized and accessible manner.

Augustus Nott: A highly influential figure, Augustus Nott briefly held the position of Minister of Magic. His tenure was marked by his strong political influence, though his tenure was overshadowed by the Nott family’s association with more controversial pureblood ideals.

Alaric Nott: Alaric helped popularize the Unbreakable Vow throughout wizarding society, making it a standard tool for securing loyalty and obedience among magical families and factions. His contributions solidified the family’s reputation as master practitioners of binding magic.

Isolde Nott: A noted scholar, Isolde was part of the research team that developed the binding magic within the Statute of Secrecy. Her work is considered one of the cornerstones of modern magical law, ensuring that magical society remains hidden from Muggles.

Cantakerous Nott: In 1930, Cantakerous wrote the controversial Pureblood Directory, a compendium of all known pureblood families, their genealogies, and magical allegiances. His work fueled the rise of pureblood supremacist ideology within the wizarding world.

Years of Existence (or traceable history): The Nott family is believed to trace its origins back to Celtic times, although much of their early documentation was lost in a devastating fire at the Nott Library in the 1800s. Current records confirm their lineage back to the medieval period, spanning over 800 years of existence. Their magical practices are rooted in ancient, often forgotten arts, passed down and guarded through generations.

Level of Tradition and Heritage: The Nott family is deeply committed to the preservation of their magical heritage, viewing their traditions not only as a source of power but as a sacred responsibility. The fire in the 1800s that destroyed much of their early history only strengthened this resolve, making them even more protective of their legacy. Their commitment to maintaining magical purity and lineage ensures that each generation upholds the family’s rich intellectual pursuits and dangerous magical practices.

Reputation in the Wizarding World: The Nott family is seen as an enigmatic and aloof entity within the broader wizarding world. While they are acknowledged for their exceptional magical power and influence, their preference for secrecy, and their occasional alliances with darker forces, leave them viewed with suspicion. Some in the wizarding community see them as an intellectual powerhouse, while others accuse them of being insular and dangerously obsessed with maintaining control over arcane knowledge. In recent decades, following Cantakerous and Geraint's allegiance to Voldemort’s ideology, their association with pureblood supremacy has intensified, shifting their reputation toward one of more overt radicalism.

Core Beliefs and Ideology: The Nott family firmly believes that the purity of their bloodline is the key to preserving their magical power and heritage, a belief that was solidified after the Witch Hunts of the Middle Ages. They uphold that magical knowledge should be guarded above all else, and that mastery over the darkest magics is the ultimate path to power. The family views the preservation of their ancient magical practices as paramount, ensuring that no outsider—Muggle or magical—can challenge their place in history. This ideology stems from a deep-seated fear of persecution and a desire to protect their kind from ever being hunted again.

Family Rules and Codes:

Loyalty to the family comes before all other allegiances.

Secrecy is paramount—family matters and magical practices are kept hidden from outsiders.

The family must never lose their magical heritage. Marriage is seen as a means of strengthening the family line, not for political or financial gain.

The Unbreakable Vow is used to ensure loyalty and obedience, particularly within family disputes.

Traditions and Rituals:

The Oath of Nott, a magical ritual where new family members swear an oath of loyalty, often involving the Unbreakable Vow.

Regular private study of ancient magical texts, particularly those concerning rune magic, warding, and dark arts.

A highly secretive rite of passage for heirs of the family, in which they must demonstrate their mastery of an ancient magical artifact or curse in order to solidify their claim to leadership within the family.

Distinctive Traits: Members of the Nott family tend to have pale skin, dark hair, and piercing eyes. There is often a coldness to their demeanor, and they carry themselves with a certain air of superiority and mystery, reflective of their powerful magical lineage.

Recent History: check Morcant's intro!

who: morcant and valerian @xsecretkeepers, mention to alecto @ofcarrowisms where: delirium, alecto's bar in knockturn alley

"This is our new investment, my friend." Morcant raises his hands, as if showcasing the establishment to Valerian. "Resorting to places like those cheap pubs in Diagon Alley and Hogsmead is preposterous. For starters, we don't know what happens in the kitchen and only thinking about stepping a foot there makes me nauseous. We need a place for us, our kind. Alecto has a great moneymaker in her hands, here. If we invest, we can turn Delirium into the place where every respectable pureblood wixen goes to have fun, or... Discuss private matters. Think of private rooms, a secret speakeasy for exclusive guests." Confidence exhuded from his pores, as Morcant waved his wand and projected in the air an illusion of what the bar could become.

Morcant: have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?

@bryonyparkinsons @xsecretkeepers Girls were objectively hot. Morcant had always known that. He liked girls, he'd had crushes before. Merlin, he'd been half in love with Bryrony for half of his life. When he looked at her, it was all sunshine and rainbows. She made everything seem simple. She was so good, Morcant genuinely thought they would get married someday. Maybe. He didn't know how that would work, because marriages were dysfunctionals by nature, and he didn't wanna risk ruining their friendship like that. If they got married, they would start fighting and it would all grow cold. Her blonde hair falling on her face, blue eyes that reminded him of a blue sky in a rainless day, and hands so soft... So small and soft, like she could heal every ache he had ever had. How smart she was, resourceful when she thought no one was looking, and how it broke his heart that her eyes were clouded with dreams she thought she couldn't have. If he could, he would pick her dreams from Yggdrasil itself and bring her in a silver platter. Morcant knew better, that marriages weren't meant to be happy. At the same time, there was his best friend. Things were easier when he didn't know he was in love with his best friend as well. It hit him on a saturday morning, after a day running around in the Nott Gardens like they didn't have a single worry. They were disgusting with sweat and mud, lying on the grass, too tired to get up. Valerian had his eyes closed, basking in the tiny ray of light that shone between the clouds. He had long eyelashes that rested against his high cheekbones. Morcant didn't realized he said that out loud. "You have long eyelashes." He blurted out, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Valerian suddenly opened his eyes, and Morcant felt like all the air had left his lungs. Fuck. He was in love.

who: morcant and regulus @impcrios where: room of prophecies, department of mysteries, ministry of magic

Neither of them knew, but both Morcant Nott and Regulus Black had already been fucked over by narrative before they were even born. Perhaps they knew, in the same self-aware arrogance where they fished they self-loathing, bit by bit. They didn't know what the Moirai would spun for them in the fabric of fate. Since they worked for the Room of Prophecies in the Department of Mysteries, some would call that poetic justice. The Nott heir stood by one of the shelves, watching the long line of prophecies with the intent of someone listening to music. Crystal balls that looked inofensive enough, but he knew people that had gone crazy while working there. Lucky him, he was halfway there, maybe that's why he almost didn't feel the pull. Working there during midnight was peaceful and eerie, which was his mood of preference when studying their cases. You couldn't be too comfortable over there. — Black. — He nodded to Regulus as he saw him. For someone with the social skills Morcant had —you get more flies with honey—, not knowing how to approach the topic was disquieting. He couldn't exactly be blatant and outright ask him what he wanted to know. — Did you see anything missing or out of place in your hand? He asked, looking closely to the other's face with a somber sort of respect. It was the best resemblance of friendliness he could emulate in the present circunstances.