still mad about peru?
pairing: marcus flint/oliver wood
summary: an angel and a demon walk into a garden, and the rest is literally ancient history
note: this is fluff and humour with a teeny bit of angst if u squint but pls read it anyways UwU
excerpt:
"I didn't force her to eat the apple."
It's a weak argument, pathetic, really, but it's enough for Oliver Wood to look at Marcus incredulously, his mouth snapping open and closed in an attempt to say something, anything.
"All I did was encourage her a bit." Marcus attempts again, and Oliver's frustrated shrieks are muffled by his own wings, his fists clenched and his feathers quivering.
"Do you know how much trouble she's going to be in?" Oliver finally snaps, looking heavenward for strength. Marcus snickers.
"Eve's a big girl, she can handle it." Marcus studies his own fingernails idly, his own dark wings folded and hidden, preening under the eyes of Oliver Wood.
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