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Move it, Wood!
Marcus is always in a hurry 🌚
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i come up with season one AU’s all the time and my brain says “make some art about it” so here ya go
#this is gallavich but it could be flintwood#flintwood#imagine marcus being the shorter but broader one and oliver being taller and more lean#i havent thought about them like this but i think it could kinda work
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a snippet of flintwood during their later years
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Max Irons & Douglas Booth as Oliver Wood & Marcus Flint
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You: arm wrestling Me, an intellectual: competitive hand-holding
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Не послал Вуда к черту - день зря прошел.
It was waste of day, if Flint didn`t say Wood to go to hell.
Patreon
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hot off the press - flint & wood, a two part interview
click for hd + read in full on ao3
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I’m super late to this rarepair but
FlintWood
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“Fuck off,” Flint says.
“You fuck off!” Oliver hisses, trying to draw his leg up. “Merlin, that smarts.”
“Don’t be a pussy,” Flint says, curling one massive hand around his ankle to pull him back, and digs his thumb into the sting. It’s too rough to soothe the pain away but it still makes Oliver shut up.
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Flintwood! Who would’ve thought?
did an updated version of a fanart I did way back when I started with digital art
Imma tag you guys because this is for you @flintwoodandco @mxrcusflint (happy late birthday again im sorry im a bad friend) @lepetitcomte @poppypomfrey i can’t remember all of you but <3 you guys know who you are <3
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He shoves a neatly wrapped parcel into Marcus’ hands. “Here.”
“For?”
“Your birthday, Flint,” Oliver says dryly, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?”
Marcus lunges at Oliver, except he’s slowed down by the snow at his ankles, and Wood laughs and dodges out of the way for Marcus to land at a crumple at his feet.
“Rude to treat me like that on my birthday,” Marcus says, voice muffled into the snow.
Oliver drags him up, kisses him hard on the lips. “No special treatment, remember? It’s just some pastries,” he gestures to the box, “Since you like sweet things. You’ve no doubt crushed them, though.”
From punch-drunk, love-drunk by slyther_ing
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oliver wood ft. hangry marcus (click for hd!)
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Ayyyy look what I didd <3
IT’S FLINTWOOD SEASON in… my house?? :D ahhh I haven’t drawn them in so long :’’’) my sons
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oliver wood in the background pt. 2
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awww thanks anon!! 💚💚
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