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hephaestiions · 9 days

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Inspired by your Drarry fic recs and your amazing Flintwood fic, do you have any Flintwood recs or personal favorites?

ah! fantastic ask, anon! flintwood was, incidentally, my earliest hp ship & maintains a soft spot after all these years. their functions in canon (quidditch captains of rival houses, pinnacles of a certain kind of obsessive, single-minded, aggressive athletic masculinity) conduce some of the most raw and gritty characterisations— kind of like if tracing your tongue along the jagged, broken end of a tooth was a ship. flintwood encapsulates a very specific kind of mood— a foregrounded physicality, a delicious emotional dimension balancing both subtlety and brashness. this ship is especially delightful when you're in the mood for some deferred emotional payoff, a little out of reach and more satisfying for it.

(tw for some discussions of queerphobia & masculinity!)

flintwood also works with and subverts some common stereotypes & tropes associated with sports as a site of exalted & amplified masculinity. oliver and marcus are both, in fic, often representations of what a popular (largely homophobic & patriarchal) culture understands as 'masculine ideal stereotypes'— physically hulking, emotionally repressed, narrow-focused, a little dangerous. and flintwood, as a ship, is crucially also about these 'ideal men' making the choice to step away from the hallowed halls of homosociality towards explicit queer desire, dynamics and love.

i'm getting into this because a large selection of flintwood fics i've loved deal (overtly or covertly) with coming to terms with queer awakenings, reckoning with being queer men in sports and similar explorations. my flintwood fic (thank you for reading it, anon!), addictive tendencies (~4k, T, tw for internalised homophobia) also grapples with this fairly significantly. in fact, even when the central tension isn’t explicitly about a queer reckoning, and the worldbuilding has little/no queerphobia, many excellent flintwood fics have some of the themes, ideas and tropes you find in literature accounting for our society’s (often disparaging) attitude towards queerness: a desire both intense and grudging, a sense of “i can’t have this person” justified through rivalry and/or jealousy, poignant internal conflicts, etc.

anyway, enough talk, here's a selection of flintwood fics i've dearly enjoyed, hope you do too! mind the tags & notes & remember to send some love the authors' way :)

best kept secrets by slyther_ing (M, 1.8k)

Marcus Flint is leaning up by the metal chainlink fence - gum popping, grin flashing white, and Oliver has the urge to run away because everything in the taller boy’s stature screams trouble, trouble, trouble.

twenty gauge by provocative_envy (T, 3k)

It takes Marcus less than ninety seconds to determine that his four o'clock is an aggressively annoying piece of shit.

wake up, get up, shut up by provocative_envy (E, 4.2k)

Marcus is twenty-three and half-concussed when it finally occurs to him that he might actually kind of sort of be really into dudes.

rugby boys, they play 15s by thistlecat (M, 4.5k)

Fifteen significant moments in Oliver Wood’s collegiate rugby career that did not make his highlight tape.

no vacancy by provocative_envy (M, 10.1k)

The dreams are frightening, at first.

true but not nice by v (E, 10.2k)

Marcus found out about it from Warrington, who heard it from Montague, who heard it from Derrick, who heard it from Nott, who heard it from Zabini, who heard it from Malfoy, who they said heard from the Quidditch dressing room, which really just meant that Marcus was going to fucking kill him.

self preservation by al-the-remix (E, 17.8k)

Outside the night had grown dark, and at some point Oliver had moved to perch on the edge of Marcus' bed, thigh pressed against his and tray settled between them. As if they had some sort of understanding. As if they were friends.

#flintwood #marcus flint #oliver wood #oliver wood x marcus flint #geets recs #flintwood fic recs #flintwood rec list

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elisedonut · 17 days

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Me: I'm sorry it has to be this way, you will be missed I promise

*Me when killing Oliver off to pair Percy with someone else*

#percy weasley #major character death #sometimes i think of a fun concept and just go ok but what is Oliver doing #oh he's dead #or dating Flint because I'm actually getting a bit more into that one even if only in my head #been burned too many times by flintwood fics that make Percy a horrible person so I'm scared to actually try to read them again #I promise i like Perciver I swear i like Perciver

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thistlecatfics · 4 months

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Once a Flier by Albuss (4k, E, Flintwood)

Marcus Flint began his broom racing career under the coaching of Jan Orion in 1992. Three years later, he graduated Hogwarts with the longest tenure as Slytherin Quidditch Captain since the beginning of the century. In 1997, he was living out of the track locker room and on the couch of a teammate, his world in shambles as war reigned over Magical Britain. That same year, he won his first World Championships. He is long and lithe, shoulders broad but arms and cheekbones sunken with veins and sinew. He’s doing fine, he says. He has his sport. Oliver doesn’t ask the details of what being young and bigoted and Slytherin meant in the years before the millennium turned; it’s taboo. He doesn’t expect it’s good. Besides, Flint is right; he does have his sport. Except when he doesn’t.

(I've decided to separately rec amazing fics that are at least one year old with less than 1,000 hits for underrated day)

As a college runner turned competitive rugby player (none of the abusive coaching but EDs were in the water and it was Not Good), this fic!!! This courageous, vulnerable, loving fic!

I love how clean the language is here. It's never overwrought, which I think really suits both these characters and this experience. It's so obvious what's going on, but it's never fully said.

It's a personal fic for the author, and you can really feel it. As a former competitive athlete, I'm a bit picky about my portrayals of athletes (hp fandom is great for many things but we jocks are few and far between here), but the details about training really add to the immersive experience.

"Oliver joins him against the tree. “You’re flying again,” he states, surprised.

Flint shrugs. “I never stopped. It hurts to fly; it hurts not to fly. I don’t have a choice.”"

Isn't that the realest thing.

My other recs for @hprecfest here

#thistlecat fic recs #hprecfest2023 #oliver wood #marcus flint #flintwood #seriously this fic is so good and feels like it was written for me

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sugareey-makes-stuff · 10 months

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It's that time of year again. Turning another year older means age is just a number, right? I'm not doing anything crazy today (sadly I'm working rn), but hopefully I can enjoy the rest of the evening and make it into a birthday weekend, as long as RL cooperates. It could certainly be a better year for me, but I'm grateful with what I have. Since fandom has helped me a lot throughout the years, blessed me with some of amazing friends and made me who I am today, I thought I'd give back and do something simple and slightly different for this year's birthday fic rec list. Some of you follow me for Harry Potter, Teen Wolf or both (or maybe you just appreciate my dry humour, sarcasm and shenanigans, IDK). And so, here's are 14 multi-fandom and multi-ship fics that I like rereading on repeat because they're made of awesomeness. There's Drarry, Perciver, Wolfstar + rarepairs and Sterek, with the occasional dash of hurt/comfort and angst I love so very much. As always, please give these authors some love by leaving kudos and/or comments!

Maybe you'll find a new fic to add to your TBR (or ship/dynamic you want to explore more of). Check out last year's rec list for your HP fix (lol, get it?). Cheers, and happy reading!

HP- Drarry

🎉 And an Owl Named Romeo by Rickey (E, 26.5k)- Romance, Comfort, Coming Out, Case, Case Fic, Drama, Epistolary, flangst, Auror Fic, Animals, Drama/Light Comedy, Owls, Magic

Draco breeds owls, Harry's an Auror, and an owl named Romeo is going to bring them together.

🎉 Bound To You by agentmoppet | @agentmoppet (E, 28.1k )- Accidental Bonding, Cursed Bonding, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Cartographer Harry Potter, unusual careers, lots of sass, Mild Angst, Pining, Slow Burn

Hag magic is capricious and unruly, and Harry and Draco are bound to stay by each other’s side until they can solve the riddle. In between long car trips, misty rain, and midnight star charts, they begin to understand each other.

🎉 you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (M, 20.7k)- AU - Soulmates, Soul Bond, Red String of Fate, Heavy Angst, Terminal Illnesses, Major Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

HP- Perciver & Rarepairs

🎉 A Journey Home by edelweissmar (Perciver, T, 28k)- Post-War, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Falling In Love, Weasley Family, Family Drama, Cute Kids, Fluff and Angst

Almost ten years after the war ended, Percy Weasley is Head of the Department of Magical Transportation and buries himself in work. It is the only way he knows to forget for a while about the mistakes he made, the family he failed, the brother he lost. Oliver Wood, once the promising keeper of the Puddlemere United, had his hand badly injured in the Battle of Hogwarts, and could never play professionaly again. But if there is one thing Oliver doesn't do, it is giving up. (Or, in which Oliver performs illegal magic on his broom and Percy, instead of having him arrested, falls in love)

🎉 Still Standing by eleventy7 | @tinyhistory (Perciver, G, 16k)- Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Isle of Skye, Scotland, Witness Protection, War-related PTSD

After the war, Percy testifies against his corrupted Ministry colleagues and is sent to the Scottish lowlands to live under the protection of a witness security program.

🎉 What Keeps the Stars Apart by MangoMartini (Perciver, E, 8k)- First Time, Blow Jobs, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon

Percy Weasley attends his brother George's wedding, even though he has doubts as to if he's really wanted there. The night takes a turn from bad to worse to surprisingly better when he runs into his old best friend, Oliver Wood, whom he hasn't spoken to in five years.

🎉 that's all i'm asking. by Idnis | @idnis (Deamus, T, 20.3k)- Angst, Kissing, Spin the Bottle, Pining, Emotional Hurt, 6th and 7th year, Wizarding Wars

‘No,’ Seamus replied in a hurry. ‘No, it’s not. Come on. When’s the last time we played something stupid like spin the bottle or seven minutes?’ ‘Really?’ Hermione said. ‘That’s what you want to play?’

🎉 Fire On Fire by WolfstarGarden (Wolfstar, E, 11.3k)- AU - Modern Setting, AU - Ballet, AU - Non-Magical, Ballet, Smut, Rimming, Anal Sex, Control Issues, Social Anxiety, Desire, LGBTQ Themes, Comfort, Crushes, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Pining, Romance, Dancing, Bottoming, Feelings, Light Angst, Remus Lupin & James Potter Friendship

Sirius’ frown deepened. After a moment he murmured in a low voice, “I don’t understand you at all, Remus Lupin. Oh, but I would so very like to.” A flush crawled boiling heat up Remus’ neck as he fumbled for an answer. “Goodness Sirius ... I’m no one special.” Sirius’ gaze didn’t waver. He said simply, “I think you could be very special to me.”

🎉 quite like us by alarainai | @alarainai (Jegulus, T, 67.3k)- AU- Modern Setting, Texting, Wrong Number AU, Background Wolfstar

[18:12] Seriously, wrong number. Don’t send shirtless pictures to strangers. [18:13] Padfoot, this rejection hurts. [18:16] What’s a Padfoot? [18:17] Wait, is this actually not Padfoot? [18:19] I don’t even know what that is, but no. I’m not a Padfoot.

🎉 Leathers and Lace by doshu | @vdoshu (Flintwood, E, 7.7k)- POV Marcus, Post-Hogwarts, Professional Quidditch, Injury Recovery, anger issues, Toxic Masculinity from side characters, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Lingerie, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, St Mungo's Hospital

Things were much less complicated when Wood played for a different team. “Fuckin’ twat,” Marcus mutters, glaring at his teammate. Wood can’t hear him, but it still feels good to say the words. He wishes he could punch the git but knows that doing so here, at St Mungo’s, when the Keeper’s out cold and there’s a Healer standing hardly three feet away, wouldn’t be one of his finest moments. No. He’ll wait until Wood’s released, and they’re back on the pitch. Not even on the pitch—the second they run into each other in the change rooms he’ll get Marcus’s fist in his stupid face.

Teen Wolf- Sterek

🎉 it took new york to make me a cowboy by piratetattoos (M, 15.2k)- Post-Season/Series 03, AU - Canon Divergence, Derek Hale Leaves Beacon Hills, New York City, Recovery, Trauma, Writer Derek Hale, Photographer Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, Healing, Slow Burn, Postcards, Vonnegut References, Long-Distance Relationship, (kind of), Poetry, Identity Porn, AU - Writing & Publishing, Photography, First Kiss, Getting Together, Inevitability, Happy Ending

After Beacon Hills, Derek heads back to New York. He doesn’t look back, lest he be turned into a pillar of salt. He leaves it all behind, a monument, a tomb, a thousand fuck ups and betrayals left to gather dust and slowly rot away to nothing. He read somewhere once, that time is cyclical, that the universe repeats over and over, and that he will be reborn and make the exact same mistakes over and over again, helpless to change anything. He thinks Stiles told him about a Vonnegut novel like that once. He doesn’t think about Stiles. (or: Derek leaves Beacon Hills, finds himself, and waits for Stiles to find him.)

🎉 Don't Talk About the Bachelor Party by snarkatthemoon | @snarkatthemoon (E, 29.5k)- AU - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Scott is a Good Friend, Deputy Stiles Stilinski, Pining, Angst, Fluff, Weddings, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Emotional Constipation, Drunken Shenanigans, Getting Together, Sex, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things

“Hey look, I kinda need to run something by you,” Scott starts, sounding sheepish, “You know how I said the venue only has eight rooms?” Stiles ‘hmm’s’ absentmindedly, half-distracted by his work phone that’s pinging with emails. “Well, my Dad has decided he wants to stay the night of the wedding now, so we’ve had to make a few changes to the sleeping arrangements.” Stiles groans, throwing his work phone across the bed. He has a feeling he knows where this is going and he knows that Scott knows he’s got him backed into a corner. “Really, Stiles, we couldn’t figure out how to do it another way, and I know it’s not exactly the best timing in the world—” “Just come out with it, Scott.” “We need you to share a room with Derek.” Or, the one where Stiles tries to deny that he's emotionally constipated, there's a wedding, and no one will shut up about what happened at Scott's fucking Bachelor Party.

🎉 Hale of Heart by Nahara (E, 23k)- AU - Future, Future Fic, Witches, Falling In Love, Emissary in Training, Stiles Stilinski, Bad Poetry, First Time, Blow Jobs, OCs, Jealous Stiles, Derek Feels, Derek Hale Has a Heart

Derek’s heart is cursed into a jar (because why the hell not? this is Beacon Hills) and Stiles is an Emissary (in training) who finds himself heart-sitting for Derek. Stiles would like to make it clear that while yes, Derek did give him his heart, he obviously didn’t mean it like that, so stop making those faces, guys.

🎉 Loving You (Losing You) by whentheywrite (T, 11.9k)- AU - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, oblivious idiots, Curses, Pixies, Canon-Typical Violence, Monster of the Week, BAMF Stiles, Protective Derek, Idiots in Love, Memory Loss, Mind Manipulation, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things, Scott McCall is a puppy, The Pack Being Idiots, slight angst, Crack, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor

Derek is cursed to lose what he loves, the pack doesn't know how to react, and Stiles is concerned. Rightfully so, since nothing seems to happen. And then everything goes wrong.

#drarry #sterek #perciver #wolfstar #deamus #flintwood #jegulus #hp fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #fic recs #rec lists #multi fandom #multiship #happy birthday #sugareey #sugareey recs things

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olivers-cocoapuffs · 1 year

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Slytherin Vs Gryffindor

Seekers: Malfoy vs Potter

Chasers: Flint, Nott, Pucey Vs Bell, Spinnet, Johnson

Beaters: Zabini, Bole Vs Weasley, Weasley

Keepers: Bletchley Vs Wood

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wood-you-rather-challenge · 1 year

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We’re kicking the challenge off today! Weeks 1 & 2 (March 1 - 15)

Wood You Rather for 2023 has officially started! We’re starting with Prompt Card #1, which has 4 prompt selections and a total of 8 individual prompts to choose from. You’ll notice prompt cards are themed this year, with this first card being inspired by all the words! A reminder that creators have the option to choose: 1 prompt or both prompts from a selection, a few prompts from various selections, all of the prompts, or none of them from this prompt card. You can also use any prompts from 2022 for this round. Your current prompt selections are:

1. Fight OR Flight

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2. Grand Gestures OR Small Things

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3. Giving OR Receiving

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4. Vintage OR Modern

— All works can be posted to Wood You Rather’s 2023 open AO3 collection. If you would like your work to be shared or reblogged, don’t forget to tag @wood-you-rather-challenge and #woodyourather2023. Have fun, and we can’t to see all of your creations over the coming weeks!

#woodyourather2023 #hp fests #hp prompts #oliver wood #flintwood #perciver #multiship #hp fanfic #hp fanart #fic challenge #art challenge

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Magnificent Maddy, beautiful @thebooktopus, sweet special someone...here's to you!

Maddy started this excellent month last year, so it seems only right I start with her this year! All the effort and LOVE Maddy put into her posts last year? Incredible. I checked every day, so excited to see who she would talk about. I ended up following several new people last year thanks to her, and checking out many new stories (even for ships and tropes I don't normally read!) And I walked away with many new friends!

Following March last year, I was deep in Snarry-a-Thon hell, having actual meltdowns trying to write Contempt. Listen, I'm a mess on a good day, especially when writing, but never more so than writing Contempt! And when I was sobbing and second-guessing myself, Maddy was one of the lovely humans who offered to look at my draft for me and who encouraged me to keep going. Truly, I have no idea what I would have done without her and others' help! My poor precious fic would have ended up in the trash, if not my whole laptop on fire! Her time and care meant so much to me then and is still so special to me now, knowing how important her help was in finishing a work I love so much.

There is such goodness in Maddy's heart, and her generosity and kindness are so inspiring and incredible. She has been an absolute sweetheart! Of course, Maddy is more than just the love she gives. She is a creator in her own right! So many goodies she's made, a variety of ships and stories! I've specially selected FIVE to recommend to you! And if you can, please be sure to leave Maddy some love!

Galaxies in Their Eyes

Ginny/Luna. Rated: T. Words: 350. Trans Luna. Self-acceptance. Love. Affection.

This moment exists for Luna and Ginny together, here and now, and across all of the galaxies.

I Fell Heavy Into Your Arms

James Sirius/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 15,638. Secret relationship. Falling in love. Minor Scorbus. Fluff & smut. Next Gen Fest 2022.

James has moved home, and he's all grown up. Teddy takes notice.

Or: how James and Teddy tried to keep their hands off each other in the lead-up to Albus and Scorpius' wedding and didn't exactly succeed.

I Wanna Be On You

Draco/Harry. Rated: E. Words: 6,565. Roommates. Friends to lovers. Fluff & smut. H/D Wireless 2022.

What is it about Draco singing off-key in their kitchen that pushes Harry to admit his feelings? One thoughtful act between roommates that leads to so much more.

Life After Quidditch

Marcus/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 11,000. Enemies to lovers. Injuries. Minor Drarry. Minor Ginsy. Charity auctions. Fluff and smut. Wood You Rather 2022.

After a career-ending injury, Oliver Wood is forced to take an early retirement. And what does early retirement look like for famous Quidditch players? The charity circuit. Galas, bake sales, auctions—you name it, Oliver’s agent had signed him up for it.

Oliver didn’t know what to expect from this new life, but it certainly wasn’t Marcus Flint popping up at every turn. Or for him to be friendly and welcoming, unwilling to let Oliver stew in his self-loathing. Or for him to look so good in yoga pants. Or to fall for the git.

Space Girl

Ginny/Luna. Rated: M. Words: 350. Love-letters. Kinkuary 2022. Face-sitting.

You, my love, my moon. I worry sometimes that you are just an interloper here, destined again someday for the stars. People comment that your head is in the clouds, but I know the truth: it’s the whole of you up there, floating around, unbothered and ungoverned by the laws of this world.

Oh, also, can't forget last year's Mutuals March Masterlist!

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #maddy #booktopus #drarry #linny #flintwood #jeddy #fic recs

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schmem14 · 1 year

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Summary:

“I feel like I’m not supposed to be enjoying this,” Oliver chuckled darkly. He rather liked the weight of Flint against his neck as he pulled the other man off with lazy tugs like this. “You’re my sworn enemy.”

Flint still had the presence of mind to snort. “Well, it’s probably not the first time sworn enemies have wanted to fuck each other to death.”

Oliver smiled at that. “You want to fuck me to death, huh?”

“Yeah, I kind of do.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

Famous last words, right there.

*****

Behold, the secret tale of what really happened between Oliver and Marcus during Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

Rating: E

Warnings: Sexual Content, (Underage, If 17 is considered underage.)

Tags: Canon Compliant, Secret Relationship, HP Rare Pair Fest III, Quidditch, Oliver has dyslexia, Wizards with learning disabilities, homophobia, implied homophobia, 1993, ETL, E&L, Forbidden Love, Rivals, Prefect’s bath, Locker Room, Dementors, Sad Memories, Angry sex, Blood/minor violence, PWP (Like this is packed to the gills with smut,) shower snog, coming out, 69, Rimming, Oral sex, Anal sex, deep throat, Oliver POV, switching.

Pairing: Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint

Word Count: 19,835

Read HERE on AO3

#flintwood #marcus x oliver #marcus flint x oliver wood #marcus flint #oliver wood #HPATPOA #secret relationship #HP rare pair fic fest III

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crazybutgood · 2 years

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Day 2 (thebooktopus)

Today’s gift is dedicated to @thebooktopus from @sugareey-makes-stuff! Please click on the images for better quality and view the video for the quotes inside the book 😊:

Images’ description: in the image on the left, there’s a closed turquoise origami book with ‘booktopus’ handwritten on it in cursive in black ink. In the image on the right, the book is opened to show its pages and a green origami octopus bookmark.

Video description: the book is flipped through to display the quotes handwritten in cursive in blue, turquoise, silver and green ink from Maddy’s fics. The quotes shown here are also typed out below the cut.

Maddy, here’s Krissy’s fic recs and message to you!:

Maddy, You're such a sweet person, and I'm glad to call you a friend. Everything you do to support and give back to creators is truly phenomenal. From modding and making rec lists, to alphaing/betaing and writing some amazing fics, you've done so much for fandom. So, here's to lifting each other up, and a big thank you for all that you do for us! We're so spoiled by you!

What Have You Been Hiding Under Those Robes, Professor Malfoy? (E, 15k) (Draco/Harry)

After an accidental explosion in the Potions classroom, professors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have to utilize the emergency showers at the back of the classroom. Harry is surprised to find that prim & proper Draco is positively covered in tattoos. And… are those nipple piercings?

You can probably tell where this goes.

If you’re an avid tattoo fan and want to read something deep, heartfelt yet sensual, this fic is it. I love the way Maddy portrayed Harry and Draco as two people who have matured and grown wiser, yet they still feel like things are at stake. Like their reputations, and the friendship they have with each other. The pacing is perfect, and it's such a breath of fresh air to see these two finally slow down and communicate for once. And what a perfect way to weave in the use of showers in here, too!

Winning in More Ways Than One (E, 8.1k) (Marcus/Oliver)

Marcus and Oliver have always been at each other's throats, that much hasn't changed now that they're thirty and playing for the same team - in more ways than one. Marcus gets in a little over his head after a bet to determine who the better player is leaves Oliver in a pair of green lace knickers, which leaves Marcus in quite a pickle. What happens when the fucking is better than the fighting?

This fic is such a fun take on a classic enemies to lovers ship. This was Maddy's first Flintwood fic, and it's because of this fic that I started reading her other works. Her clever way of working in fun and humorous teasing, flirting and banter between these two hotheads is gold. Of course, there are feels and bits of fluff. And knickers. More than one pair of them, in fact. What a smashing combo. The summary says all, so give this a read if it's up your alley!

Go leave some love for Maddy on these fics, and check out her ao3 here! Book’s quotes and corresponding fics are below the cut:

What Have You Been Hiding Under Those Robes, Professor Malfoy? (E, 15k) (Draco/Harry)

1. “You have a tattoo,” Harry stated, more confidently, wanting Draco to say something, anything.

“Observant, Potter. I have a lot of tattoos.”

2. In Harry’s eyes, Draco glowed. Even covered up from head to toe, Harry never found him anything less than beautiful.

3. The flowers that climbed all the way up Draco’s shoulder trailed off in favor of a large set of clouds, which capped his shoulder and extended down towards his heart.

4. This kiss was different than the earlier ones had been. It was slow and special, Harry feeling as if they had all the time in the world, just for the two of them.

Winning in More Ways Than One (E, 8.1k) (Marcus/Oliver)

1. They were practically nose to nose now, the space between them electric with tension. “So, is that it, Flint? Do you want me?” Oliver stared up at Marcus from where he stood.

2. Marcus slammed Oliver up against the back of the door to his flat. He dove in, all tongue and pressure, as if Oliver’s mouth was something to ravage.

3. Thanks for taking care of me, I appreciate it.

You’re welcome.

I do, you know.

Marcus looked at his phone with a furrowed brow.

Do what?

Care about your well-being.

4. Marcus’ insides melted. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Oliver’s forehead, inhaling the familiar scent of his shampoo. He leaned his forehead against Oliver’s. “I’ll be right back.”

#book 2 #gifted to #booktopus #from #sugareey-makes-stuff #author appreciation origami project #cbg folds #origami #mine #fic rec #drarry #flintwood #hp rare pair #harry potter #q

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sup3rbloom · 1 year

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crash and burn

Title: crash and burn Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46580752 Squares filled: Quidditch for @potterheadbingo Pairing: Harry Potter - Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 1,948 Summary: Marcus suffers a Quidditch injury, leaving Oliver worried for his secret boyfriend.

#potterheadbingo #harry potter fanfiction #marcus flint #oliver wood #flintwood #my fics

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hp-flowers · 18 days

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Here are your 2024 Spring Round prompt cards!

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yenasmatik · 1 year

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A good way to have the last word

Marcus Flint, Oliver Wood, Severus Snape and Minerva McGonagall. Contains: a good Slytherin slytherining. Not enough Quidditch, and a very unhappy Oliver.

"You know," Flint said, waving yet another another derogation letter to claim Gryffindor's pitch hours, courtesy of Snape, "one has to wonder how you got so selfish, Wood. It's like you never learnt to share your toys. Aren't you supposed to have a sister?" It was getting late, and the sun was setting behind the western stands. The letter in front of Oliver's nose was barely legible, though he had little doubt as to its authenticity. He was the only one still on the pitch at this hour - Flint wasn't stupid enough to talk like this in front of the whole Gryffindor team. Oliver grabbed him by the collar. "You leave my sister out of your games, Flint-" (He should have clued in, really, when his hands landed on the wanker so easily. Flint had amazing reflexes for someone his size, and precisely zero qualms about avoiding fights that wouldn't gain him anything.) "- or I swear to Merlin I will bloody kill you." Oliver raised his fist. Not even to hit, yet, just to make his point clear. He didn't expect Flint to be all that impressed; as a chaser, the Slytherin captain was used to two balls of lead that could shatter bones when they landed. To Oliver's utter confusion, Flint recoiled. Raised one of his giant paws, palm open, and squeaked like some grotesque parody of a scared little girl.

That was when he noticed the rustling of robes and boots stomping on the grass behind him. "Wood!" screamed professor McGonagall. "What do you think you're doing?!" Oliver gasped. On the other side of Flint's mitt, between the spread fingers, he could see the git smooth away a smug grin.

"Unhand Mr Flint at once," ordered professor McGonagall as she reached the both of them. Oliver backed away, glaring daggers at Flint, and turned to face his head of house. "Professor, he started it!" Someone cleared their throat behind professor McGonagall, and Flint carefully sidestepped Oliver, his arm still half-raised in front of his body, to join them. "By attempting to protect himself from your fists, or by being intimidated by your threats, Mr Wood? Five points from Gryffindor for lying." Oliver turned just in time to see Flint slide behind the Slytherin head of house, shoulders hunched and head lowered demurely. The troll was almost a full head taller than Snape, and twice as large at the shoulders, which made the whole scene completely ridiculous even with Flint's best poker face. Not that it would matter in any way. Oliver knew where reason lay, and stepped towards professor McGonagall. "He was insulting me, professor," he pleaded. "And he's claiming half the pitch during our hours again!" Flint scoffed, and promptly covered it by faking a cough. The two professors paid him little mind; Snape because he would let Flint get away with anything short of murder as long as it got him another trophy, and professor McGonagall because she was busy glaring at the letter in Flint's hand and at Snape himself in short turns.

"I'm sorry, professor," Flint said, shocking both Oliver and his head of house once they realised the Slytherin captain was addressing her instead of Snape. "I need to move our training times to adjust for Perry and Cassius' remedial lessons. Lyndon McNair can only make time in the morning on Mondays and Thursdays, and they're too exhausted for tutoring just after practice."

Professor McGonagall visibly mellowed out at Flint's sob story, leaving Oliver stuttering in indignation, too upset to figure out proper words. "Well, I'm glad someone takes those two's issues with Transfiguration seriously, Mr Flint," she answered, in a tone of carefully measured approval. "And so Mr Wood saw fit to start a fist fight over your adjustment of time tables?" asked Snape, because Merlin forbid the slimy old bat let go of an excuse to make Oliver's life miserable. Professor McGonagall gave Oliver a long, stern, terribly disappointed look. "Really, Wood, this behavior is unfit for the captain of our team. You should know to set a better example-"

Flint cleared his throat. Loudly. And hunched even worse, so that his face was properly hidden behind Snape as professor McGonagall turned to frown at him. "I, ah, it's true that I was a bit rude, professor," Flint said, in a tone Oliver would have called genuinely contrite on anyone but a Slytherin. "Scheduling the whole thing has been difficult, and I still need to figure out remedial help for myself, so I haven't shown the most patience. I'm sorry, it wasn't truly Wood's fault."

There was a pause, as everyone digested the fact that Marcus Flint had apologized twice in less than five minutes and come to Oliver's defense in front of Snape. Professor McGonagall glanced at Snape, then at Flint, then back at Snape again. "While this is… understandable, and I must admit I appreciate the display of maturity on your part Mr Flint, you should have both handled this better. You two are too old to be arguing like this." Flint's head popped back above Snape's as he nodded, the perfect picture of a chastised first year. Oliver was too shocked to react on time, and got another disappointed look from his head of house. "Surely you wouldn't mind sharing one of Slytherin's pitch times with Gryffindor, or swapping it, to make it up to Mr Wood?" professor McGonagall added. Flint shrugged. "Not at all, professor."

Oliver couldn't believe his ears.

"Then hopefully we can consider this matter settled, Severus?" professor McGonagall asked. Snape nodded with a blank expression, though a few twitches of annoyance crossed his lips and eyebrows. Oliver half-expected him to re-rail the conversation to safer terrain, like taking points from Gryffindor for threatening his precious cheating lying brute of a captain, but nothing more came from here. "Boys," professor Mcgonagall announced, "we came here to talk to the both of you about the safety measures you'll have to set for your teams. No one is to walk between the pitch and the castle on their own. You are to escort all your underclassmen back to the common room, only then will you be relieved of your responsibilities as captains. Cut practices a bit shorter if you have to. Understood?" Flint hummed placidly in agreement. Oliver took two full seconds to digest the shift in conversation, before catching up to the terrible, terrible implications of that last bit. "But professor, our common room is far from the entrance, and it's a detour from our classes or the great hall, we'd lose at least fifteen minutes, and-" Professor McGonagall clapped her hands, her eyebrows drawn lower than Oliver had ever seen them in his personal direction. "Not another word, Mr Wood! These precautions have been chosen to protect our students. Surely you can see the value in your players' continued good health?" Snape was smirking, following each of their gestures like an ugly, greasy black cat, ready to pounce on a mouse stupid enough to give him an opening. Oliver was not about to be that mouse, he told himself firmly. "Yes professor," he grumbled.

Professor McGonagall nodded, once, sharp, and tightened her green tartan cloak around her frame. "Now, if I can trust the two of you to behave yourselves," and here she sent a very pointed glare in Oliver's direction, "it is getting late. Professor Snape and myself shall be heading back to the castle, and I suggest you do the same." Oliver's eyes glided hopelessly over the goals and his broom, still hovering docile a few feet away. He sighed, and began to untie his gloves.

Flint, meanwhile, walked towards the exit after both heads of house. "Professor?" he asked, still in that polite, chastised tone. "I've been meaning to ask you, do you think I could take one more make-up essay? I know you said it would be the last one and you'd rather I took extra classes in the future, but it's really hard fitting them in my schedule right now, and I really need to catch up early before NEWT revisions…" Professor McGonagall stopped to look at Flint, with the familiar sharp focus that made Gryffindor students whisper about mind reading secretly being a part of advanced transfiguration magics. "Far be it from me to discourage you from your newfound dedication to your responsibilities, Mr Flint. You may come to my office tomorrow for that essay." Something shifted in Flint's shoulders. He seemed to grow a couple inches in an instant, and his posture melted into something closer to his usual confident lounging about. "Thanks, professor. I will." Professor McGonagall raised a pointed eyebrow, but she took Flint's cheerful politeness without comment on the change in attitude. After one last nod, she turned back toward the castle and picked up her pace to catch up with Snape.

Flint lingered. He turned towards Oliver, revealing a large grin full of crooked teeth. With slow, deliberate exaggeration, he mouthed: THANKS, LOSER. And he trotted towards the castle, as Oliver hissed and spat and almost let his gloves fall into the mud in frustration.

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