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Move it, Wood!

Marcus is always in a hurry 🌚

#harry potter #marcus flint #oliver wood #flintwood

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

yourtokentrophywife

a snippet of flintwood during their later years

#flintwood #wow it's them #it's them so much #i love this #I will attempt to not win so much

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Flintwood for the soul 👌

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Max Irons & Douglas Booth as Oliver Wood & Marcus Flint

#flintwood #gif

michameinmicha

You: arm wrestling Me, an intellectual: competitive hand-holding

#flintwood

bukra95

Не послал Вуда к черту - день зря прошел.

It was waste of day, if Flint didn`t say Wood to go to hell.

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mxrcusflint

hot off the press - flint & wood, a two part interview

click for hd + read in full on ao3

michameinmicha

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.

#flintwood #fanart

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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

#Flintwood #Fanart

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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