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mainly flintwood | intj-a | slytherclaw
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hiraeth

hiraeth; a welsh word for which there is no direct english translation. it alludes to a deep homesickness tinged with grief or sadness over the lost or departed

pairing: marcus flint & oliver wood also readable on ao3! (current word count: 12,786.)

part one

The aimless chatter and tinkling giggles falling from the lips of children that blossomed in the air of the parlour was a sound that made Marcus feel at home. Watching dainty little faces press up to the glass as their chubby fingers pointed desperately towards the flavour of ice cream they desired was a regular sight; Marcus knew his day wouldn’t be complete if he didn’t spend a total of thirty minutes running a cloth over the display case to clear off saliva or fingerprints. He knew that, if he had the time or desire, Marcus could set up a ‘Work Bingo’ where he ticked off events that occurred every day without fail. From young families rushing in, dressed in their shorts and sandals with a waterproof now covering their upper half, to escape the rain to a young child dropping their cone on the floor, there were endless scenarios that Marcus had become all too familiar with during his two years working at the parlour.

From a wizarding world war survivor to a Muggle retail worker, Marcus had found not only comfort but also happiness behind the counter of Pine Cones Ice Cream Parlour. Known locally as Coney’s, the parlour was owned, and previously run single-handedly, by dairy extraordinaire Mr Ernest Pine. Mr Pine had hand crafted all twenty of the original flavours sold in the parlour and prided himself in only using second-hand furniture purchased from the plethora of charity shops tucked in among the bustling high street to fill his shop. There were tables scattered within the parlour for families of all sizes, the most popular area being the strip by the wall of windows looking out to the North Shore and the lengthy promenade outlining the sandy beach. It was only as the parlour became more popular and Mr Pine came near retirement age that he began hiring external workers to help during the summer months.

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Caffeine Dreams

Summary: The five times Oliver orders not-coffee and the one time he does

Rating: T

Genre: Coffee Shop/University/Muggle AU, Fluff, First Meetings 5+1

Words: 2434

A/N: For @inimitablebiscuit, the first winner of my fic giveaway!! A coffee shop AU was requested, which I am a complete sucker for ah 

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Don't Imagine...(The rest are under the tag 'save the bees')

‘Request a hp ship for me to do this with!’

-Flintwood staring at each other competitively,yet somewhat apologetically,just moments before a quidditch game -Oliver insisting that Marcus grow his hair out just so that he can braid it -Marcus quietly whisper-reading to Oliver as the latter snores and buries his face in the crook of Marcus’ neck -A Coffeeshop/Highschool(Modern)Au!Flintwood –in which Oliver plays on Hogwarts Highs’ basketball team —and he goes to this coffeeshop called ‘Obliviate’ every morning before school —-And Marcus is a barista, that writes pickup lines on his cup, and adds doodles on them also —–at first as means to be annoying, but then feelings get developed -Oliver scattering an assortment of flowers across the gryffindor common room as part of the surprise for his and Marcus’ anniversary -Marcus pulling Olivers’ bottom lip between his teeth while the two of them are laughing -Oliver pulling Marcus back into his bed by his waist and tickling his sides until the latter resists -Oliver dragging Marcus to a BackstreetBoys concert just to tease him –Like, he dances along and everything —Marcus not expecting to like the concert, and he doesn’t —but when he sees his boyfriend move his hips side to side in a steady rhythm, it begins to grow on him -Flintwood wading in a shallow creek during winter vacation because ‘I bet that you’re too scared’ –Marcus submerging himself as Oliver scrambles around in a daze looking for him,because he gets worried all the time —especially about matters concerning his boyfriend —-which is why Marcus latched his hands around the latters’ ankle and tugged, pulling Oliver completely into the water —–Oliver muttering several profanities that even Minerva Mcgonagall would cower at,but enjoying it anyway -Flintwood making flower crowns for each other out of whatever flowers they find at Hogwarts -Flintwood making out in an empty classroom –sometimes the quidditch pitch —sometimes the dungeons -Either of them getting injured during a quidditch match –and the other is worried out of their mind —they stay with them in the infirmary the complete duration of their stay, and become extra protective -Marcus using cheesy pick up lines on Oliver –and he expects a sassy response, given whom his boyfriend is —surprisingly,Oliver becomes instantly smitten while he prepares a few pick up lines of his own -Marcus wiping off Olivers’ pumpkin juice mustache slowly with his middle finger –Oliver doing the same to Marcus’

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tittytron

tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

If I have ever messaged you or messaged me and never heard from me again, I still consider us friends. I just suck

also I’m awkward and don’t know how to start conversations, sorry.

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flintwoodx

literally me since i died because of finals and have classes starting in a week and want to die again

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mxrcusflint
 A Huge Ass Shoutout to the earlier Flintwood fandom, who cultivated the extensive, amazing livejournal archives, that posted on ff.net in goddamn 2003, the iconic fanart. Like - for what’s classified as a rare-pair now, Flintwood has been popping up for years, on multiple forums, fanarts, and fanfics. Y’all were the very first stepping stones and really made me fall in love and I look up to so many writers from that fandom ~era~. And Flintwood today would be nothing without the groundwork that early fandom laid. I hope current fandom is honoring that.
Also a huge wave of love to @flintwoodandco and @2muchtroubleforyou for somehow, allowing the universe to time it, so that we all boarded the ship on Tumblr at the same time, because you all have been the best and the reason for all the great relationships today. 
I’ve only been shipping Flintwood since June 2016, but everyone that I’ve interacted with in the fandom has been amazing, supportive, and lovely, and so full of creativity, blossoming with ideas. And as @flintwoods continues to grow, I’m hella thankful that so many wonderful people have joined and enjoyed the content, because you all make my heart so happy.
And as @lepetitcomte put it, “for two characters as minor as Oliver and Marcus, Flintwood is doing damn well.” 
i’m sentimental don’t @ me
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you love the sea: part one, clotho [creation]

setting: non-magical, mythical AU pairing: marcus flint/oliver wood word count: 2981 A/N: finally, we’re here! this fic is the result of my giveaway from a few months ago. dedicated to the brilliant and lovely @flintwoodandco, who suggested an amazing idea about selkies that I just kind of…. ran with. ;D there are four parts to this thing, and I’ll be posting the rest of them for the next three days (part 2 on sunday, part 3 on monday, and the final part on tuesday - if all goes to plan). I hope you all enjoy reading this one, because I’ve absolutely loved writing it! (as always, a big shoutout to my beta and cheerleader @nymphadoraholtzmann!!)

I’m not excited, but should I be? is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me? I know I love you and you love the sea but what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?

- unbelievers, vampire weekend

The last of his bags landed with a thud on the wooden floor of the old cottage, and Marcus dropped ungracefully down beside it with a loud huff of exhaled air. He took a moment to catch his breath before he glanced around the room - there were boxes on every available surface and two duffel bags beside him at the door. His entire life, packed up and carefully wrapped and it looked like so much less stuff than it should have been - shouldn’t twenty five years take up more space?

Shaking away the morose thought that he had nothing that mattered and no one who cared, and that’s why this room looked so woefully empty, Marcus forced himself to his feet. He grabbed a small box from the living room couch, then padded into the small kitchen of the cottage, surveying the space as he went. He had purchased the place with the furniture included but this was his first time seeing it in person, and it was certainly as… quaint… as had been advertised.

Marcus dropped the box onto the small kitchen table and pried it open, digging through until he pulled out something that felt mug like. It took him entirely too long to pull off the paper that had been wrapped carefully around it to prevent breakage in transit, and he silently cursed Pansy for her over-the-top precautions, especially since it was just a stupid plain mug anyways.

He reached the sink and cranked the tap on, pleased that the water that came out looked drinkable. As his cup filled he glanced up to look out the window and when his eyes focused he nearly dropped the mug in awe. It was stunning. His friends had all looked at him like he’d grown a second head when he sat them down and explained that he’d purchased a small cottage in the Orkney islands in Northern Scotland, but now that he was here he knew he’d made the right choice. The cottage was a little ways from the nearest town and up on a piece of higher land, and from his kitchen window he had the most incredible view of the ocean. His property sloped downwards and ended in a sandy beach interspersed with large boulders, entirely private according to the girl who had sold him the property.

After Marcus’s father had died, he stepped back to take a long look at the life he was creating for himself. His father had been part of the Death Eaters, one of the most notorious gangs in London, and Marcus was set to join up as soon as he, according to Thoros, “pulled his head out of his arse”. Then there’d been a major raid, organized and carried out by some orphan police officer whose parents had been murdered twenty odd years ago by the gang, and now Marcus was an orphan with no prospects. By the time the press had figured out where he lived, he had fallen so deeply into depression he almost walked out into the madness of it all and surrendered to the inevitable.

And then Adrian had, quite literally, smacked some sense into him and told him to get out of town for a bit, move to the coast, recollect himself, and come back when he was ready.

Adrian hadn’t quite been expecting him to go this far, but something had tugged at his heart and this cottage showed up for sale and everything just… fell into place.

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sapphicnile

As far as ships go, I’d definitely say Flintwood is nowhere near popular. This would definitely come from the fact Marcus is a forgettable character. He doesn’t do anything to advance the storyline and is pushed aside into the ‘mean Slytherin’ category. His role existed for nothing but to advance Quidditch storylines, and isn’t even heard from after Prisoner of Azkaban. Oliver obviously has a large role but obviously not too large. He, similar to Marcus, exists for the Quidditch storyline and the only time he shows up for something that doesn’t involve Quidditch was the Battle of Hogwarts.

So as a ship, admittedly I didn’t understand it at first. I found it completely on accident, as I didn’t even know the ship existed until January of this year. As I previously said, Marcus is a forgettable character and I didn’t even remember who he was until I searched his name. My initial thought was that it sort of made sense when you consider their love for Quidditch. I didn’t have much thought on it until I looked at the Tumblr tag and I fell absolutely in love with it. Initially the appeal is the rivals to lovers trope, and there’s actually a lot of layers to what makes there’s so appealing to me.

Let’s start with what we get on the page. Marcus and Oliver very much have a schoolyard rivalry. We don’t know either of their relationships with the Hufflepuff or the Ravenclaw captains but it’s safe to assume it’s not as intense when you consider the Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry which I’ll touch on more later. Back to what we see in canon, while we don’t get much there is still a lot. We don’t see them interact until Chamber of Secrets chapter, Mudbloods and Murmurs. This is another example of pure schoolyard rivalry, as Marcus tries to take the Quidditch pitch so he can practice and Oliver getting worked up at the sight of him. While in the movie he has much more composure, it’s far from how he was in the books. In the book Oliver got worked up at the sight of seeing Marcus on the pitch and in return, Marcus stirred him up. So, there is clearly an established relationship between them. There’s also the obvious handshaking to consider, where they’re both as described as ‘trying to break the other’s fingers’. So again, simply on the page, there is proof they have a deeper relationship. Now, there is definitely the argument that this comes from their schoolyard rivalry and can be brushed off as them simply hating each other but hate itself is a strong word and not something I think fits their relationship. Another instance in the text is that in the Prisoner of Azkaban, Grim Defeat, Marcus is the one to tell Oliver they’re not playing. Now, at surface this can be brushed off and not really seen as anything important. However, this brings the question of why was Marcus the one to tell Oliver. You would think Madam Hooch would be the one to tell Oliver, not Marcus. Yet, Oliver said that Marcus had ‘been to see him’. So this shows that they have the sort of relationship where they can just walk up to each other to talk. Now comes to the question of, what exactly was the extent of their relationship?

So this brings in speculation from what we get in the canon. Marcus is a year older than Oliver but was held back, meaning they would’ve seen a lot more of each other in Oliver’s final year. This brings in multiple questions; what classes did they have together? Did they see each other more often? How did Oliver react to being with Marcus for an extra year? Next level of speculation is after Hogwarts. Did Marcus join his own Quidditch team like Oliver? There is no canon on Marcus after he left Hogwarts but as he cared about Quidditch enough to make team captain, it’s clear he has some sort of passion. So then there is the question on if they had encounters when they were in the pro leagues and what were these encounters like. Did they get along better as adults? Did they leave the childish schoolyard rivalry behind them? If so, did they form a friendship now that they could see past the Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry?

Now onto the Slytherin/Gryffindor aspect. Harry himself says Gryffindors and Slytherins ‘loathed each other on principle’ in the chapter, the Slug Club, of Half Blood Prince when he sees Blaise. So this brings in the question, did they actually hate each other or did they feel like they were meant to? Especially when you consider their roles as Quidditch captains, which no doubt leads to an intense rivalry. But did they actually hate each other, did they have this intense relationship for any other reason than they felt they had to? We never see any signs of actual hatred, everything Marcus does to Oliver his him simply stirring him up. Again in Mudbloods and Murmurs, Marcus is doing nothing more than stirring him up, such as saying ‘pleanty of room for all of us, Wood’, especially since Oliver got particularly worked up. The closest to ‘hatred’ would be when the shook hands and we’re described as ‘each was trying to break the other’s fingers’ in the chapter, the Quidditch Final of Prisoner of Azkaban. In Chamber of Secrets, in the chapter The Rouge Bludger, when they shook hands, they were described as ‘giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than necessary’. This is really the extent of their rivalry we see and it’s clearly intense, and never described as such with the other team captains. And that’s what separates them from their relationships with those other captains, the rivalry that they’re told they should have. So here comes in the question, with a mutual love for Quidditch would’ve they been friends were they in the same house? I think so because the Slytherin/Gryffindor feud is drilled into their heads since first year. And I think that in ways, they can really bring out the best in each other.

Next, there is the Sacred Twenty-Eight, the list of pureblood families, a list Marcus’s family is on. We tend to look at people pretty shallowly and brush off someone being a cold, brash person as just how they are however, there is a possibility Marcus had cold, elusive pureblood parents. The pureblood part is almost certain as the Sacred Twenty-Eight and it’s further supported by the fact Marcus is in Slytherin. As Slytherin also houses many pristine, rich purebloods there is a possibility this is Marcus’s background. So this brings in the question how is Marcus’s family compared to the typical Slytherin, pureblood alumni? Possibly how it tends to me, where his parents are cold and elusive and not giving Marcus as much affection as children need, hence the hard person we see in the books. So Oliver could provide that love, give him the affection he may feel he doesn’t deserve. On what Marcus can do for Oliver is help him channel his drive for Quidditch onto other things, like relationships with others as fraternity is a huge aspect of Slytherin, so this is a quality Marcus clearly has even if it’s not apparent on the page. They, in many ways, can help bring out the best in each other and, when you really take it apart, make sense as a couple.

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SHAMELESS REBLOG BECAUSE NOT ALL 10 CHAPTERS ARE UP AND PROBABLY A LOT EASIER TO READ HERE. 

IM PROUD OF THIS ALMOST 30K COLLECTION OF JUNK I WROTE SO PLZ HUMOR ME AND SCREAM AT ME ABOUT IT THANKS <3

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Don’t worry about me.

Oliver kind of hated the twins sometimes. Usually, the jokes were pretty straight forward. Sure sometimes a spell went wrong, Side effects happened. He didn’t think when he hung out with his friends such crap could blow up in his face from it. It was their birthday going out for drinks seemed a good idea. He didn’t think it would cause his fucking life to fall apart. A broken noise and he just dropped his head onto his knees. So far he’s sat outside their flat for an hour at least now and he couldn’t bring himself to go back inside.

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All I Want to do Right now

Paring: Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood

Word: 24927

Summary: Marcus had told himself this so many times, he wasn’t gay. He just couldn’t be gay. But Oliver Wood had his attention and as much as he hated it, he did feel a way about him he shouldn’t. 

Marcus had tried telling himself that the tugging feeling in his stomach he got whenever he saw Wood wasn’t attraction, it wasn’t interest, and it certainly wasn’t anything gay.

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