#oliver wood drabble

[luv4freddie]

Aerophobia (fear of flying)

Your fear of flying had kept you off a broom ever since first year, but dating Oliver Wood was bound to fix that. 575 words, fluffy mini story

“Please doll?”

You’d been very adamant about one thing in your time at Hogwarts, and it was that you would not be getting on a broom.

Your first year flying lessons had been a very unfortunate experience, with the amount of falling and bumping into other students you did it was a miracle they even let you finish the class.

And ever since then you’d sworn off getting on one of those cursed cleaning tools.

A relatively easy ban, until you ended up dating Oliver Wood— someone who might actually spend more time on his broom than on his feet.

One thing led to another, and now here you are, with your boyfriend giving you his pretty puppy eyes and a broom hovering next to him.

“I told you-”

“I know,” he says, familiar with your objections, “but your wonderful boyfriend is here and he’s an amazing flyer and he promises to not let you fall off.”

“He’s also talking in third person, which is weird,” you mumble.

Oliver laughs, but he recognizes that you’ve given up.

He holds the broom horizontally and lets you climb on, before climbing on behind you.

He’s reaching around you to hold his hands in front of you so that you’re trapped, his arms acting like the bumper rails you’ve seen at muggle bowling alleys.

“Relax,” he whispers, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

“Just go before I change my mind.” You state, gritting your teeth in nervousness.

He lets out another chuckle but kicks off anyway, and you screw your eyes shut as a gust of wind hits you in the face.

The broom stabilizes in the air, and you wait to feel him take off zooming, but he never does.

You cautiously open one eye, squinting around at your surroundings.

You’re hovering about ten feet in the air— not moving.

“Ollie?” You have to speak up to be heard, as you’re too scared of shifting the broom to turn his way.

“Yes love?”

“Why aren’t we moving?”

“Do you want to?”

“I just thought you would.” You risk the small movement of shrugging your shoulders, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks again.

“I’ll move, but you can’t close your eyes, deal?”

“I don’t know…”

He lifts one of his hands off the broom to offer his pinky to you, but you let out a squeal, leaning your back further into his chest.

“Oliver Wood you put your hand back on this broom right now!”

He laughs, “make the deal then.”

You let out a groan, still pushing further into him, and decide that anything is better than falling off the broom.

“Fine. Deal. I’m not moving my hand though.”

He places his hand back on the broom in front of you, at the same time placing a kiss on your cheekbone.

“Good answer.”

You brace for the broom to take off, clutching the handle tighter but keeping your part of the deal up— your eyes stay trained directly in front of you.

Oliver moves one hand further up and the broom gives a small lurch forward.

You hear him laugh at the squeal you let out, but you’re moving much slower and less aggressively than Oliver usually is on his broom, and your fear starts to drain as he continues to gently move the broom forward.

“Look, you can see the courtyard over there,” his voice is calm in your ears, and you excitedly look over.

“I see it! Look! Do you think that’s Fred and George?” You question, pointing to your left at two ant sized figures with red hair.

“Might be.” He hums, trying not to point out your sudden confidence as your hand moves again, pointing at something else.

Five minutes later and you’re back on solid ground, Oliver helping you off the broom with a satisfied grin on his face.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” He teases.

“I guess not,” you concede, popping up to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“What’s that for?” He asks, although he’s already got a smug smile on his face.

“For taking such good care of me.”

He grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers and placing a sweet kiss on your knuckles while leading you back to the castle, his other hand holding the broom.

“I’ll always take care of you.”

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Any Time You’re Ready

After another lousy date, Oliver’s parents remind him that love might be closer than he expects.

Oliver Wood x Fem!Reader

1.7k words

Warnings: none, fluff, kissing, embarrassing parents

A/N: Inspired by the Shawn Mendes song “When You’re Ready” because I’m obsessed with “What if my dad is right/When he says that you're the one”

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“Goodnight, Oliver.”

“G’night, Casey.”

The girl stepped into the green flames in the Wood family fireplace, called out her address, and was gone. As soon as the flames resumed their usual orange tint, Oliver turned around and strolled into the kitchen. He found his parents, sharing a slice of cake and sipping tea. Their heads snapped up as he walked in.

“So, what’d you guys think?” Oliver grinned as his parents.

“She seemed nice,” his mom answered with a shrug.

His dad nodded. “Yeah, Cadie seems like a nice girl.”

Oliver’s face fell. “Casey, Dad. Her name’s Casey.”

“Right, right.” His dad took a sip of tea, clearly not embarrassed by his mistake. “But what about-”

“Dad, stop,” Oliver groaned. He already knew what his dad was going to say; he said it every time Oliver showed interest in a new girl.

You and Oliver grew up next door to each other and had been best friends from the time you could walk. Going to Hogwarts only brought you closer together, with all the time you spent together both in and out of the classroom, practically attached at the hip. And both of your parents had been convinced for years that the two of you belonged together.

Oliver’s dad held up his hands in defense. “’m just saying, son. I don’t know why you bother going out with these other girls. You’ve already got a great girl right next door. You’ve been friends since you were born. And everyone knows a friendship like that is the foundation of a solid relationship. Just look at me and your mother.”

“Dad,” Oliver said slowly. “You asked Mum out on your very first day at Hogwarts.”

“Yeah, and we were friends for the whole trip on the Hogwarts Express before that. Good foundation, like I said.”

“Right.” Oliver grabbed a tin of biscuits from the counter. “Well, ’m heading to bed. See you in the morning.” He waved at his parents and headed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time.

He should have been more surprised to find you lying on his bed, reading a book.

“How was your date?” you asked casually, eyes still on your book as he closed the door behind him.

“Fine,” he answered, crossing the room to close the window you had climbed through. He lied down next to you and opened the tin.

You took a cookie and shoved it in your mouth. “What do we think? Potential girlfriend?”

Oliver shrugged, helping himself to a cookie. “Probably not,” he admitted.

“It’s just as well,” you said, closing your book and tossing it on his nightstand. “She’s a bit of a dolt, if you ask me.”

A snort flew out of Oliver’s nose. “I don’t remember asking you.”

You elbowed him. “Well, you should’ve. I could’ve saved you a night of ‘Oh Oliver, you’re soooo funny, let me grab your muscles.’” You let out a fake high-pitched giggle and squeezed Oliver’s arm.

He warmed at your touch. No matter how hard he tried to fight it, he had finally admitted it to himself when he was fourteen: Oliver Wood was in love with you. So for the last two years, he tried to act normal, like he wasn’t thinking about you every second of the day, like you were just his best friend and nothing else.

But laying on his bed with you right next to him made it really hard to pretend.

“You’re so mean,” he laughed, trying to sound even. “Casey’s a nice girl.”

“Yeah, but she’s not right for you.” You wrinkled your nose.

Oliver turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, facing you. “Oh, and you know what’s right for me?” he challenged.

You mirrored his pose, your nose close to his. “Of course I do. That’s what best friends are for.”

He felt a little tug on his stomach at the word friends. “Yeah, sure,” he scoffed, trying to play off the sting he’d felt every time you called him your friend over the last two years. “What about you? Any dates so far this summer?”

“A couple,” you admitted. “Nothing worth mentioning.” You flipped back onto your back, gazing at Oliver’s ceiling. “Why do we have so much trouble dating?”

Oliver stared at your profile, admiring the shape of your adorable nose and your perfect lips. “What d’you mean?”

“Well,” you sighed, “think about it. We’re both very good-looking, popular enough, definitely not idiots. Yet neither of us can get more than a couple dates out of a person. What gives?”

“Mmm.” Oliver thought a moment. He knew why none of his dates panned out, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why you, the most beautiful and perfect girl he knew, didn’t have a boyfriend.

Not that he minded.

“It’s not like I don’t have theories,” you continued, ignoring Oliver’s non-response. “Personally, I think you’re just too good for any of the girls at school.” Oliver felt his cheeks go warm again. “As for me, I’m going to go ahead and blame you.” You turned your head and smiled at your best friend.

“Me?” he asked with a dry chuckle. “How do you manage to blame me for your lack of boyfriend?”

You shrugged. “Think about it. Boy, girl. Best friends. Boy is good-looking and could probably beat up most of the boys in our year.” You popped another cookie in your mouth. “So, no one wants to date his girl best friend.”

Oliver stared at you a moment. Despite the fact that he definitely did not want to see you all cozied up with any of the boys at school, he couldn’t help feeling bad. If you wanted a boyfriend, you should have one. He never wanted to get in the way of your happiness.

It was as though you could feel his guilt. “It’s alright though,” you assured him with that sweet smile you usually reserved for Oliver. “Not like any of those boys are worth my time anyways. You’re the only decent boy in our year honestly.”

“Oh really?” he asked in a teasing voice, as though his heart was not hammering. The two of you had been doing this a lot lately: compliments, teasing just this side of flirting, skittering around a line no one was quite willing to cross, playing a game of chicken neither of you was willing to lose.

Tonight, you were the one who broke first. “So what’d your parents think of Casey anyways?” Your eyes were back on the ceiling of Oliver’s room, following the wizards flying around his Puddlemere United poster.

“They thought she was nice,” he answered, following your gaze. “My dad’s just disappointed that she’s not-” Oliver stopped himself, his eyes darting back to you.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “Not what? Smart?” A smirk played on your lips.

Oliver thought a moment. You weren’t a mean girl typically. You were sweet, and you had plenty of girlfriends. The only people you were mean about were… well, the girls Oliver dated. The gears turned in his head as he calculated the risk he was about to take.

“Well, not you,” he finally admitted. “Dad’s disappointed she’s not you.”

“Oh.” You blinked a few times. Oliver could see the rapid thinking behind your expression. “And… what about you?” You sat up and looked down at Oliver, all the playfulness gone from your eyes.

Oliver heaved himself up as well. “I… I mean…” He licked his lips and sighed. Just spit it out, he told himself. “Sometimes I wonder if my dad’s… right?”

“Right about what?” You fidgeted with the hem of your t-shirt, a nervous habit Oliver knew well.

“He…” Oliver cleared his throat and took your hands in his. He saw your eyes flicker to them before meeting his gaze again. “He says that you’re the one.” Oliver winced, preparing himself for rejection and the end of your friendship, the thing he’d been dreading for two years.

“The one?” you echoed, your hands still in Oliver’s.

He nodded. “You know. The one.”

The smirk playing on your lips broke some of the tension between you. “What would that entail? If I was the one, I mean.”

His fears melted slightly at the sight of your small grin. “Well, it would probably start… with this.” Oliver closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing his lips gently against yours.

Much to his relief, you kissed him back, letting go of his hands and wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands settled on your hips. He could taste your bubblegum flavored Chapstick, the one he borrowed annoyingly often, and you could taste the chocolate from the biscuits that now sat forgotten near the foot of the bed.

When Oliver let go, he didn’t bother trying to play cool; instead, he grinned from ear to ear, not caring how goofy he looked.

Likewise, you couldn’t help the giggle that tumbled out of your mouth, your hands still on Oliver’s shoulders. “Starts with that, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s just the beginning.” Oliver leaned forward again, his mind racing with excitement. He laid back, pulling you on top of him-

“I think you mean that’s the end of the night,” came a voice from the door neither of you noticed opening.

Color rushed to your cheeks as you scrambled to sit back up, pushing Oliver off you. “Hey Mr. Wood,” you managed, as if he caught you making out with his son all the time.

Your best friend’s dad nodded pointedly. “You should probably head back out that window, young lady. I’m sure we’ll see you tomorrow. When you use the front door.”

With one last awkward smile to Oliver, you jumped off the bed and opened the window, clambering out the way you’d done millions of times before. Trying to be a gentleman (especially in front of his dad), Oliver watched carefully as you climbed down the tree by his window, tiptoed across his backyard, through the gate between your houses, and through your first-story window, where you disappeared after a quick wave in his direction. When Oliver turned around with that still dopey smile, his dad was still in the doorway, a smug grin on his face.

“Told ya so, son.”

[i314flix]

LOVE CARD !

— oliver wood x fem!reader | the one where getting under the skin of the gryffindor quidditch captain, oliver wood, is your favorite hobby.

( 717 words ) pg-15; fluff, established relationship au; ft. ravenclaw!reader, quidditch captain!reader; unedited

“Unbelievable,” Oliver Wood mutters as he spots you and the whole Ravenclaw Quidditch team already flying around the pitch. The sun is only about to rise, the fog surrounding the place just starting to clear, and he’s becoming more annoyed at the fact that not only are your team stealing their time, but even managed to be here earlier than they are.

What makes it worse is that he knows that he’s the first one who reserved it for training since the match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw is fast approaching. And to further add to that, he particularly remembers reminding you that you better not take over any of the days he intends to let his team practice when he (stupidly) showed you his timetable for classes and Quidditch sessions.

“____!” He shouts your name, and upon hearing it from below, you look at him, a smirk automatically making its way on your lips.

“Let’s take a short break, everyone!” you instruct your team, flying down then and dropping down right in front of Oliver. “Good morning, Captain Wood. Fancy seeing you here.”

The formality triggers Oliver’s annoyance even more, but for the rest of the Gryffindor team who remain standing behind him, it brings them to hide their snickers and amused expressions.

After all, they—and pretty much the whole student body—are quite aware that you and Oliver have been dating for almost two years now, and this thing happening right here is just one of your schemes to playfully get on your competitive boyfriend’s nerves.

“____,” Oliver says your name again with a sigh this time, voice not daring to go a volume higher now that you’re near despite the situation, “please tell me why the bloody hell are you and your team on this pitch this morning?”

You put on your best innocent expression. “Well, we’re training, of course.”

“Yes, but I can specifically recall that I booked this pitch for the whole day. So, it’s a great wonder to me why I’m seeing you Ravenclaws here.”

“Hm, are you sure you booked it the whole day though? From the schedule that you showed me, it says there that it starts at 9AM, which is…” you glance at your wristwatch, “two hours from now. Meaning until then—”

“You have the freedom to use the pitch,” Oliver deadpans.

You grin. “Exactly, my love. You and your team can certainly wait, right? Though I’d appreciate it if you don’t hang around here while we’re playing. I might accuse you of stealing our strategy.”

“Strategy? Didn’t know you had one when we take into account the way you play.”

“Well, considering I’ve already won two games against you, maybe apparently not having a strategy might work on Gryffindor too.”

“One game was won by default.”

“And the other one?”

“Pure luck, of course.”

You laugh, and Oliver’s lips twitch, like he’s suppressing to do the same just to commit to the act he’s doing.

“Can we head to the Great Hall first for breakfast, Wood?” A Weasley twin pipes in amidst your impromptu staring contest with your boyfriend, causing Oliver to glance behind him and nod reluctantly.

“Fine. The rest of you can go get breakfast. But we meet here at exactly 9AM. Got it?”

The team says a chorus of yes and proceeds on walking back to the direction of the castle. Oliver, however, stays in his spot and raises his eyebrows at you, the mask of annoyance seen on his face a while ago seemingly gone now.

“What?” you ask, still with that teasing grin of yours.

“You promised.”

“I didn’t promise anything.”

“You told me you weren’t going to steal any of my days for Quidditch practices.”

“Technically, I’m not stealing as it is not your time yet.”

“Always such a smartass.”

“That’s what you get for dating a Ravenclaw,” you say, mounting your broom before giving him a quick kiss on the mouth and dashing back upwards where your other members are already zooming around.

Oliver shakes his head in disbelief; it’s unfair how you can get away with shenanigans that he typically would curse another team for. “I expect the pitch to be empty by 8:55, alright?” he bellows, just so you can hear him from where you’re situated.

“Aye, aye, Captain!”

[teacup-gathering-itself]

Proud supporter of the head canon that Oliver Quidditch-for-brains Wood noticed the recurring pattern that many of the best players he’d ever seen were gay and decided that, post-retirement (or hell even as a side project), he would pursue a Potions and Charms Double Mastery to fix their fertility problem.

Because he saw Harry James Potter, the best Seeker in a century, absolutely obsessed with Draco Lucius Malfoy, a damn good Seeker and an even better Chaser, and wow all those fantastic Quidditch genes are just not even getting passed on. How absolutely unforgivable. That has to stop, and it has to stop now.

Anyways “Oliver Accidentally Gay Wizarding Pioneer and Icon Wood” that single-handedly fixed the massive fertility problem for all wixen just so his favorite gay Quidditch players could make Quidditch prodigy babies.

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

<3 omg please

YAY I actually think this is so cute I love perciver so much and they're hardly talked about. This is for @remuslupininskirts my favourite perciver fan <33

Percy's eyes were heavy and his head nodded forward as he tried to process the words on the parchment in front of him. His head was pounding and he was exhausted but he needed to do well on this test, so he pushed on.

"Love, are you still awake?" Percy hears a sleepy voice ask from his place at his desk.

"Yeah, I'll go to bed soon, I promise." he says quietly, his eyes never leaving the words of his textbook even though they are starting to blur together.

He hears shuffling behind him and all of a sudden, there are arms wrapped around his shoulder and a head resting ontop of his.

"Come on, Perce, you've been at it for hours." Oliver mutters into his hair and Percy sighs.

"I know, I know, but I'm almost done, I swear. You know how important this test is to me." Percy's shoulders slump.

"More important than cuddling with your boyfriend?" Percy doesn't even have to see Oliver's face to know that he's pouting and he smiles slightly.

"Come on, love, you'll do great tomorrow. Come and sleep." Oliver's arms tighten around him and Percy finally turns around to face his boyfriend who looks adorably sleepy with his bedhead.

"But Ollie-"

"Nope, no buts, you're coming to sleep so you incredibly handsome boyfriend can cuddle you." Oliver shakes his head and pulls Percy up in one quick motion and Percy stifles a laugh at how Oliver almost falls over from the act.

"Fine, you big oaf, but you have to wake me up when you go for quidditch practice in the morning so I can study some more, alright?" Oliver nods his head appeasingly and pulls Percy down onto the bed next to him, wrapping his arms around Percy's lithe frame and burying his face in his neck.

"Thank you for worrying about me. " Percy smiles softly and strokes Oliver's hair and is met with the sound of snores in reply.

[t1oui]

percy weasley was eleven when he was sorted into slytherin.

in hindsight, no one should’ve been surprised. percy was the different one, the nerdy one, the weasley who played quidditch and had red hair but was, in every other way, other.

he was such an easy target for fred and george’s pranks, the boy who “couldn’t take a joke” even if the joke truly hurt.

like all young wix, he had bouts of accidental magic, but those were different too. where his siblings floated teapots, percy levitated his bed. where ginny changed the color of her birthday cake from pink to orange, percy blew up a bush. different. that’s all he ever was.

he asked once if the magic swirling under the surface of his skin would relax, if the lava would cool and stop trying so desperately to escape. after he saw the look on bill’s face, he didn’t ask again.

different. they were all magical, but he was different.

when percy started at hogwarts, he wanted to make a change. to show his siblings and his parents and the whole world that he, percy weasley, was worthy. worthy of love, of pride, of being in on pranks instead of the subject of them.

he didn’t think about how that would look to the hat until it was too late.

percy spent his first night at hogwarts as far away from his brothers as he could possibly be — across the great hall, across the school, across the world. percy was supposed to be a gryffindor, supposed to wear red and gold, supposed to make his family proud. how could he do that if they were now the very people he was meant to hate?

by january of his first year, percy had three good friends. he knew other people, of course — he wasn’t a total hermit, no matter what people (read: his family) said — but these were three people who were all his. maybe the possessiveness was a slytherin thing, but thanks to his friends, he was more comfortable with that.

their names were marcus, penelope, and oliver, and they became his whole world.

marcus came along first. he and percy were two of the four boys in their dormitory, and with adrian and theo becoming friends fairly quickly, percy and marcus befriending each other became somewhat inevitable. marcus was outgoing and reckless and a complete dork sometimes, but he was also kind and smart and could spend hours discussing chaser strategies with percy. he definitely liked quidditch more, there was no doubt about that, but percy found it didn’t matter. he could match marcus’s enthusiasm as long as he wanted.

next was penelope, and she was different. she hated all sports, quidditch included — despite the fact that she had only just been introduced to the sport (and the wizarding world as a whole — but she loved books just as much as percy did.

they met in the library, both of them looking for the same history of magic book, and after a few stern glares from penelope, she finally relented and the two agreed to share. it wasn’t as bad as either of them thought it would be. it was nice, percy thought, to have someone care about school as much as he did.

and then, finally, there was oliver wood.

oliver was a gryffindor, a supposed rival of marcus and percy, and he still managed to get pulled into their group anyway. looking back, percy isn’t surprised. of course he managed it — he’s oliver.

they — being marcus and percy — met him on the quidditch pitch the day of hufflepuff’s team tryouts. marcus and percy weren’t trying out, not even for the slytherin team, but they decided to watch all the tryouts and as many practices as they could to try and gauge the competition they’d have once they joined the team in second year. adrian had gone with them for slytherin’s tryouts, but apparently couldn’t bother to watch past that, instead electing to study with theodore. marcus didn’t really mind, and percy didn’t either, though adrian’s dry humor was a nice touch in the quiet moments.

they were some the only non-hufflepuffs in the stands, and practically the only students watching at all. they were some of the only non-hufflepuffs, but not all of them, because there was oliver. he wasn’t even sitting in gryffindor.

“he does know he’s not a ravenclaw, right?” percy had asked. marcus shrugged.

“maybe we should go remind him.”

so it was decided.

oliver barely even noticed as they walked up, too occupied with taking notes on the drills happening above him. but from that day on, he was one of them — once he noticed they were there, at least.

it was at the end of first year that percy finally explained the feeling of magic under his skin, practically bursting with it, and it was at the end of first year that his friends said they felt it, too. they felt the power building beneath the surface with nowhere to go, felt the discomfort of it and the confusion at students and teachers alike who couldn’t relate. but they could, and wasn’t that something?

when marcus found percy sulking after he signed up to stay at hogwarts for christmas, figuring his parents wouldn’t want him around, marcus had said, “you’re a slytherin. be proud of it.”

at the end of his first year, as percy found himself allied with the only other students who felt magic like his, he thought, someday, i’m going to show them all.

for the first time, he was proud.

[elisedonut]

Uploaded four Percy drabbles late last night!

Sleeping Princess - Percy & Luna

Percy takes a walk through the woods and finds a Princess.

Sickness - Percy & Fleur

Percy wakes up sick.

Storytime Naps - Perciver

Oliver wants Percy's attention but also doesn't want to make him give up his limited reading time.

Storytime Cuddles - Percy/Draco

Just Draco being a liar and a brat while Percy reads to him.

Just posting these all in one because none have more then 600 words so I just don't think separating them is necessary

Also alot of this is like dialogue practice as well because I noticed I have uh- some difficulty with making conversations not sound *waves hands around* off

[uncertainwallflower]

O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! For @harrypocter Winter Sun Drabble Fest Week 2. Prompt: Angelina Johnson. Words: 318.

The owl arrived as expected. It was a barn owl; it was the last week of July; it was tapping on the kitchen window. The window was opened, the letter delivered, and in a flurry of feathers, the owl was gone. 

Angelina held her breath as she thumbed open the heavy envelope. One page, two. She gasped. Three. 

Dear Miss Johnson, We are pleased to inform you…

She screamed, diving back into the envelope to extract the small silver pin. “Merlin’s beard, Merlin’s beard, MERLIN’S BEARD.”

“What, what, what?” Angelina’s mother called from the kitchen table as Angelina flew out of her chair and thundered up the stairs. 

“I got Quidditch Captain!” her voice was muffled by the walls, but it was understood well enough.

A cheek-aching smile stretched across her face as she scrambled to scratch out two identical letters, one addressed to Oliver Wood, the other to Alicia Spinnet. 

No replies arrived. Rather, with two loud cracks within the space of thirty seconds, the recipients were on the doorstep, hounding the red door with pounding firsts and shouts of, “ANGELINA, IF YOU DON’T OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW WE’RE GOING TO—”

The door was wrenched open, Angelina and Oliver were grinning, Alicia was screaming, “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it!”

“Well, try to, at least.” The smile had not left Angelina’s face, and she dragged them both through to the kitchen.

“Mornin’, Mrs Johnson,” Oliver said brightly.

“Good morning, Oliver, Alicia. Heard the happy news then?” 

“Just now.” Alicia nodded, dropping into the chair Angelina had previously occupied and rifling through the envelope to find the letter. “She’s gonna be the best Captain ever.”

“Oi!”

Alicia turned to the burly boy—man—sheepishly, “Not that we won’t miss you, of course, O Captain, my Captain. Fred and George are proper torn up about it.”

Oliver rolled his eyes, and Angelina elbowed his side, laughing. 

AO3

[lace--space]

Words unspoken leave hearts broken

Percy Weasley x Y/N

Summary: Percy seems to only have time for work, so you search for love in other people. This however never satisfies you. In the end you search out Percy hoping the two of you could still be.

words: 2K

Soft music playing, candles flickering shadows in the room, two half eaten desserts left on the coffee table. A bundle of arms and legs on the couch. You and Percy layed intertwined together, you slightly more on top of him, where you kissed him softly. He traced your skin with his fingertips, giving you goosebumps. You’d been kissing the whole night, just lazy kisses interrupted by deep conversations. 

“I never knew you could get so laid back, Weasley.” You said softly, smiling up at him. “I mean, I’m not complaining, just saying.” “You relax me.” He starts, “You make me feel at home and when I'm at home I relax.” Your heart filled with love. “Is that also true for the Burrow?” You asked not knowing the conversation would turn deep. “I might seem like I don’t like my family and like I don’t want anything to do with them, but I do truly love every single one of them. And I would protect them with my life.” Feeling that you didn’t need to reply to this, you just kissed him again. Saying you understood with your lips. 

The two of you had dated a couple times during Hogwarts, but had decided to really end it once you graduated from Hogwarts. Now, you occasionally met up and some of those days and nights ended up with the two of you making out. It had all started off when you were working on a story for the daily Prophet and followed him around the ministry for a couple of days. He’d taken a lot of time, that he really didn’t have, to help you with your article. And that’s how you ended up on either his or your couch, spending a whole lot of time together. That was, until recently. 

Percy took a hold of your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss. You were a bit dazed after he released you and it took you a moment to realize that Percy was moving off the couch. “Hey, where are you going?” You asked, arms outstretched, also getting up now. “I have to get up early tomorrow.” “You’re leaving?” You asked surprised. “Yeah, sorry. I-” He fumbled for words. “I’ll get in contact with you.” He finally said. “You’ll get in contact with me? What am I? A client of yours?” Your temper rising. “I’m just going home, so I can get up early tomorrow morning. Don’t make this a thing.” 

Don’t make this a thing. Pfft. You swallowed hard and turned your back on Percy. “Just go!” “I’ll see you in a couple days, promise.” You shook your head. “Whatever.” He could have stayed the night, like he’d done so many times before, but now you think about it, he hadn’t done that in a really long time. “You know what? Just don’t come over at all.” Percy stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you. “Yeah, you heard me. Bye-bye.” Maybe it was childish, but you were done with his attitude. You know you felt this way because you are deeply in love with him and you seemed to never be able to say that out loud. And with Percy coming and going when he wanted to, it hurt. You wanted him all the time.

When the evening finally came around you stared at the fireplace. A futile attempt to make Percy appear through the floo powder network. You had done it. You really screwed up this time. But you were also stubborn and didn’t want to give in. If Percy couldn’t be with you, you wouldn’t worry about who you were seeing either. You walked towards your closet and picked out a pretty dark blue dress and put it on. The one Percy loved so much on you. You were going out and you were going to enjoy this night out. 

***

Walking into the bar, you scooped out the scene. There was a couple sitting at the bar completely engulfed into each other. And a group around your age sitting in a booth drinking shots like there is no tomorrow. There were a few more groups and couples splattered around the bar. You chose a table somewhere at the front. Poem reading was going to happen this evening and you decided to try it out for once. 

You thought all the readings were done and you were about to get up. “Ahem.” Someone scratched their voice. “Hi, I’m Dean.” You turned back around and were stunned to see it was Dean Thomas. You quickly sat back down and ordered another drink, ready to enjoy this. 

Surprisingly, Dean was really good at poetry. You had enjoyed the other’s as well, but Dean’s was by far the best. “Hey Dean.” You exclaimed. He turned around, a surprised look on his face. “Well, if it isn’t Y/N.” He walked over to you and hugged you. “Do you have time for a sit down?” You asked hopefully. “Ofcourse. I want to know what you’ve been up to. I read your articles.” He says matter of factly. You blushed, a little embarrassed. “Yeah, well, what have you been doing?” “Me? I work as a curse-breaker. I sometimes work with Bill Weasley. But he’s Percy’s brother so you probably already know.” You huffed. “Percy and I aren’t together anymore. So no, I didn’t know about your job. Are you enjoying it?” “Like anybody who has a job, I guess. It pays the bills.” “Right.” 

“So, no more you and Percy?” He asked bewildered. You sighed, “No more me and Percy.” “What happened, I was sure you two would last.” “So did I, but he doesn’t seem to give me the time of day, so no.” “So you wouldn’t mind if I,” He starts, hands moving to hold your waist, “Do this?” He pulls you closer, lips mere inches apart. You close the distance, pulling him closer with your hands in his hair. His lips were chapped, but you didn’t seem to mind. Your focus was completely on Dean and his lips on yours. Until you didn’t. Percy crept into your mind and all of a sudden you felt disgusting, like you were cheating on him. You weren’t, the two of you weren’t dating, but still, it didn’t feel right. 

You backed away from his lips. “I’m sorry.” You started. “I can’t.” “Are you still together with Percy?” He asked, confused. “What?” You now looked just as confused. “Oh no, we aren’t together, but it does feel weird.” “Hey, no worries. I’m not going to push you to do something you don’t want to do.” You hugged him. “Thank you, Dean.” “But, I do think you need to talk to him.” “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.” “At Least think about it.” He said kindly. You nodded at him, then got up to make your way home. 

***

“Oliver!” You sputtered. You hadn’t seen him come into the club. “It’s been so long.” “It has, hasn’t it.” “Here, come take a seat.” You scooted to the side, making room for him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask, are you here with someone?” “No,” He started as he sat down next to you. “I just came to have a good time and then I saw you.” “I can be a good time.” You covered your mouth after you heard what you said. “I didn’t mea- I didn’t-” Oliver laughed loudly. “Calm down, I understand.” You were mortified by what you had said, but clearly Oliver understood. 

Half an hour later you had climbed on top of his lap and was now fully making out with him. His hands ran up and down your back as he hugged you close. His lips were rough against yours and his stumble scratched at your cheeks. You ended the kiss, his lips chasing yours, so you put a finger against his lips and pushed him back, getting off his lap in the meantime. 

As good as it felt to kiss him, he couldn’t kiss you like you wanted to. He wasn’t Percy. “I’m sorry.” You said softly. “This just doesn’t feel right.” “It will alway be Percy, right?” He says matter of factly. “If he can stop being such a workaholic.” You sigh desperately. 

“You gotta see it from his perspective too. He wants to make the world a better place. Especially after the whole Voldemort thing. And that takes time. And I’m sure he wants to be with you, but he wants to be there all the time, not when he has a little space in his schedule. Give him a chance.” He softly finishes. “But what if he never has time for me? Then what am I supposed to do? I can’t wait forever.” You sighed. “He’ll come around.” Oliver gave you a hug. “Just you wait. You’ll see.” 

And so your thoughts drift off towards Percy once again, maybe you should go talk to him.

***

You didn’t go out again after your last encounter with Oliver. You felt bad. What a mess. You made out with Percy’s previous best friend and you couldn’t see how you could make this right again. Percy was probably going to feel really hurt when he finds out. 

You decided to just rip off the bandaid and go over to Percy’s house after work. You were crazy nervous. What was he going to say? What were you going to say? But here you were, standing in front of Percy’s front door. You hadn’t dared to go by floo powder network. You hesitantly knocked on the door.

“Y/n?” Percy asked. “Yeah, hi.” You said softly. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” “Sure, come in. Haven’t seen you in a while.” “Yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” You informed. 

He walked you to the kitchen where he grabbed you a beer and motioned for you to sit at the table. “So, what did you wanna talk about?” You hesitated for a second. “Percy,  I’m sorry.” He furrowed his brow. “Why?” “I know we aren’t together, but I did go out and meet other people.” You swallowed thickly. “And I kissed some of them.” Percy straightened his back. “I mean, like you said, we aren’t together. So I can’t get mad at you about that. But just out of curiosity, who did you kiss?”  “Dean Thomas and,” You stopped for a second, was it a good idea to say that you kissed his best friend? Well here goes nothing. “Oliver.” Percy’s brows rose up to his hairline. “You kissed my best friend.” “Or, your best friend kissed me. It just depend on how you look at it.” Percy snorted. “I’m going to need to have a tough conversation with Oliver, that’s how I see it.” 

“You also need to know,” You started, “That I only thought of you when I was kissing them.” You looked down at your fingers. “I only want you, Perce. No one else makes me feel the way you do.” “I’m sorry I wasn’t around much when we were kind of together. I didn’t think about how you’d feel about me being gone all the time. I was so focussed on work. I promise you that I’ll do better. I’ll be around more. If you still want me?” “Do you still want me, after what I did?” “I’ve missed you so much, Y/N. You have no idea.” 

He stood up from his seat and pulled on your hand to make you stand up too. He placed his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. His lips met yours. His lips warm and soft, nothing like Dean’s or Oliver’s. He walked you towards the couch and pressed you into it, Both of you now breathing heavily as your body’s collided together. “I swear, I’m going to treat you right from now on.” A shiver ran down your spine. “This means we’re actually together this time?” He kissed you once more. “Definitely.”

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✨ All Or Nothing At All ✨

Author : Sharing_a_room_with_an_open_fire

Prompt : The first / last gift given to someone

Pairing : Percy Weasley / Oliver Wood

Rating : G

Words : 422

Summary: It's Percy’s final year at Hogwarts. He didn't expect a relationship with Oliver. Sometimes the best things happen without planning.

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

could you do a oliver wood x fem!reader fic/blurb, and it’s about their first kiss and stuff 💕 and could you possibly make the reader in the year younger? love your writing xx

Hi! Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but thank you for the request! 💕

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“You enjoy the show?” Oliver smirked as he walked up the stands towards me. He was still in his practice clothes, his hair completely mussed.

I put down the textbook I had been reading and smiled. “Yeah, I particularly loved when you nearly fell off your broom. Great work there.”

Oliver laughed and sat down on the bench below me. “Ah, I figured that would impress you.” He leaned his arms on my knees and gazed up at me with those honey eyes. “Say, are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

“Probably,” I said with a sigh. “But I’ll be on my own. All my girlfriends have dates.” I scrunched my nose.

“And you… don’t?” Oliver raised an eyebrow at me. “What, all the good fifth-year boys are taken?”

I pinched Oliver’s cheek playfully. “They must all be intimidated by the fact that my best friend is an older guy. A big, strong quidditch player at that.”

A laugh escaped Oliver’s lips as he shoved my hand aside. “Well, I apologize for ruining your love life.” His smile softened. “How can I ever make it up to you?” He feigned thinking for a moment. “Maybe this’ll work.”

Without warning, Oliver leaned up towards me, bringing his lips to mine. Initially, I leaned back, caught off-guard by the suddenness, but his hand reached up and caught the back of my neck, pulling me forward. I sighed against his soft lips, wondering what took us so long to get here.

It definitely felt too soon when Oliver let go. He let out a small laugh and looked up at me bashfully.

“Hope that was okay,” he finally said, running his fingers through his messy hair. “I just…” He shrugged. “Wanted to try it, I guess.”

Color flooded my cheeks as I tried to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. “I, uh…” I bit my lip. “Well if you want to try again, that’s totally fine with me.”

Oliver’s surprised laugh filled the air. “Only if you let me take you out on Saturday. A proper date.”

I leaned forward again. “It’s a deal.”

[sparkling-ariaria]

Golden Era fics I read and want to keep...

*Complete fem or non-specific reader insert fics* Updated: 06.10.2023

Are you asleep? by magicchai - Harry x gf!Reader Harry arrives back to his dorm to a sleeping Y/n.

The Anonymous Red Velvet Cupcakes Baker by remusmirrorball - Theodore Nott x Reader Y/n loves red velvet cupcakes, so to win her heart someone anonymously tries to make her family’s secret recipe.

Neville drabble by padf00ts-l0ver - Neville x gf!Reader

I already won by rainydayathogwarts - Oliver Wood x gf!Reader You go to comfort Oliver after losing a quidditch match.

You by cryonme - Theodore Nott x slytherin!Reader Theo has a temper and a certain grumpiness about him, except with you, no, never with you.

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Devour

Pairing: Jack Russell x Fem!Reader

AN: @diamond-punk2003 thought we needed a reverse of "Primal," and I wholeheartedly agreed. So, I hope you all enjoy yet another post-Halloween, Halloween-themed drabble!

Read "Primal" here.

. . .

“Jack, these are the same costumes as last year.”

Your puzzled gaze shifts from the Little Red Riding Hood costume lying on the couch to the wide, self-satisfied grin on your boyfriend’s face. Olive eyes dancing with delight, he scoops up the hooded cape and sets to work tying it around your shoulders. “Ay, that’s where you’re wrong, mi amor. Because this year, we are switching. This year, I am the Wolf.” 

You cock your eyebrow at him in a challenge. “What, you weren’t pleased with my performance last year?” you inquire with a narrowly-suppressed grin. 

Jack smiles widely as he finishes tying his knot and slips the hood over your hair. He leans in to place a quick kiss on the tip of your nose, a gesture that sends your stomach scattering with butterflies. “Of course you did, mi amor. You were perfect. But passing up the chance to show you my Wolf would be a shame.” 

Laughter draws your lips into a grin as you watch him walk toward the lightswitch on the living room wall. “Where’s your costume, then?” you ask. 

Jack poises one finger on the lightswitch, ready to flick. When he turns to gaze at you from across the living room, the smug curve of his pink lips and the spark of mischief in his eyes are downright devilish. Static skitters down your spine as the breath slips from your lungs. He holds your gaze until the lightswitch gives a soft click. “This is a little different from the story you’ve heard before.”

Darkness. 

Immediately, you turn in a circle, disoriented. With the lights off and the curtains closed, you’ve been plunged into pure, unabashed darkness. When Jack’s honey-sweet voice whispers to you from within the inky black, it sounds as if it’s coming from everywhere, all at once. “When I was growing up, mi familia would tell me a tale that had been passed down for generations. It was the story of a young, beautiful woman who went to visit her abuela in the woods. She was as sweet as could be, bringing her abuela wine and cake. However, when the woman lingered too long, she found herself walking home through the woods in complete darkness. It was then that she encountered el hombre lobo.”

When you feel something warm and solid press against your back, you nearly jump out of your skin. Only the familiar rumble of laughter in Jack’s chest keeps your heart from flying out of your throat. “Shit! You scared me.” You turn around, reaching for him blindly in the darkness. When your fingers find the familiar sturdiness of his shoulders and the curved grin of his lips, your heartbeat slows. “So, this wolfman…was he handsome?”

In spite of the darkness, you can picture the amusement dancing in his eyes, the adorable crinkle that surfaces between his dark brows as he whispers, “Oh, yes, mi cariño. Devilishly so. Muy guapo.”

You chuckle, rapping your knuckles against his chest affectionately. “Well, maybe Little Red was lucky, then. How does the rest of the story go?”

Jack’s breath is warm against your face. “How do you think it went?” he murmurs softly. 

Your lips part in surprise at his words. Though you give no immediate reply, Jack remains silent. Expectation and anticipation hang heavy in the air. Slowly, a small smile works onto your lips. So, he wanted to play coy? You could give him coy. 

Slowly, you trace a feather-light touch up Jack’s arm, across his shoulder, to the nape of his neck. When you curl your fingers in his salt-and-pepper hair and give a gentle tug, a delicious rumble purrs in his throat. Electricity crackles through you at the sound, scattering logical thought from your brain as something primal in your soul responds in kind. “Sir, what thick hair you have,” you murmur, relishing in the feel of the soft strands between your fingers.

That soft hair brushes your cheek as Jack dips his head into the hollow of your throat. When he places a soft, warm kiss to your collarbone, you swear the darkness glimmers with stars. “The better to keep you warm with, mi cariño,” he breathes into your skin. 

Narrowly suppressing a shudder, you cup his face in your hands. Though you can’t see his features, your thumbs trace the familiar pads under his eyes, the strong curve of his brow. “But sir, what beautiful eyes you have.” 

Jack presses his forehead to yours, placing a gentle kiss to your nose, below your eyes, along your cheekbones, the corners of your lips. You couldn’t suppress the hum of approval that escapes you if you tried. “The better to drink you in with, mi cariño.”

Your heart flutters at the warmth in his tone, a heat that seeps through your skin and settles in your gut. You draw in a deep, slow breath, seeking to calm your hammering heart. Even in the darkness, you feel his lips pull into a grin at the sound of it, each beat a vow, a prayer, a devotion. “What a strong nose you have, sir,” you whisper, tracing the outline of his prominent nose with the tip of your thumb. 

The speed with which Jack spins you around is admittedly inhuman. In the space between heartbeats, you find your back pressed flush against his torso, his sturdy arms wrapped around you with a gentleness that makes your heart ache. Jack nestles his nose past the hooded cape you wear, burrowing into the hollow of your throat. The way his chest swells against your back as he draws your scent in deeper, deeper, deeper, feels sinful. The way he holds the air in his lungs like a treasure he never wants to part with feels like worship. Your eyelashes flutter shut as you lean into him, submitting to the storm of sensation raging in you. “The better to savor you with, mi cariño,” he growls against your skin. 

A gentle pressure surfaces at the back of your neck as Jack presses his thumbs along either side of your spine. He kneads purposefully with a rhythm that seems agonizingly slow compared to the dizzying rush of thoughts and sensations within you. Displeased with the barrier of the cape between you, you tilt your head back, allowing it to slip from your crown so that his touch can press against your skin, instead.

Jack’s lips smile against the shell of your ear as he places a kiss to the soft flesh there. “Eager, are we?” he murmurs, his tone lilting slightly with amusement. 

You give only a quiet hum of resignation in response. Sure, you were always up for a challenge. But maybe, just this once, you could wave your white flag early, accept your defeat with grace and gratitude. If it made you feel like this, it was a victory worth losing. “What big bands you have,” you breathe as he kneads down your neck and along your shoulders, your defiance slipping away with every stroke of his touch.

“The better to hold you with,” Jack murmurs as his hands venture down, down, down. His fingers caress each curve and dip and swell as if it’s for the first time, as if he’s making a map of you by touch alone. His fingers trace constellations over you in the darkness, the soft whisper of sweet endearments in every language he knows a beloved lullaby in your ear. 

You’re not sure how you muster the strength to speak, but when you do, the sentence slips over your lips like a prayer. “What a wickedly beautiful mouth you have.” 

Jack’s exploratory touch slows. A whine nearly tears from your throat as he draws his mouth from your ear. However, you can’t suppress the primal sound that escapes you when he sweeps your hair aside and presses his lips to that sacred spot on the back of your neck, just below your hairline. 

It’s the killing blow, the spot that only he knows. Your soul sings at the glide of his lips against your skin. Warm, adoring, reverent. Your mind short-circuits as he trails kisses from your hairline to the tip of your spine. When his fingertips dig into the flesh of your hips, wanting and insistent, every nerve ending under your skin fires instantaneously. So much love, so much need, so much feeling, and nowhere for it to go. 

You’re going to spontaneously combust. You’re sure of it. It’s the only option. The air is so thick with intimacy that you can scarcely breathe. 

Some distant part of your mind where your last semblance of coherent thought lies reminds you of last Halloween. Of the scarlet flush of Jack’s cheeks when he’d seen his costume, the honey-sweet song of his laughter as you’d played the part of the Wolf, the overwhelming feeling of adoration and rightness that had filled your soul to the brim as his lips melted against yours. Once, you had thought the only thing in this world that might truly satisfy you would be to open up your soul and swallow him whole. Now, you realize the only destiny that could rival such a fate is to be swallowed whole.  To bear every fragment of your being to him and have him love you anyway. To crawl inside his heart and make your home there, to spend the rest of your days basking in the brilliant, all-consuming radiance that was him. 

“The better to eat you with,” he whispers against your skin.

For a long moment, all is silent. It takes you several breaths and a desperate attempt to wrangle your thoughts to realize that he’s waiting for you. Waiting to hear what you’ll say next. “I—I don’t know what comes next,” you stammer. 

The finger that Jack presses to the underside of your chin is gentle, his touch affectionate. Slowly, he turns you to face him. Though you can’t see his expression in the opaque darkness, when you shift one hand to rest over his heart, you feel the eager thrum of his heartbeat jump into your palm. Ba-bum, ba-bum, ba-bum. 

That familiar song doesn’t lie. It tells you exactly what’s coming next.  

As Jack lowers his lips to your ear, a grin of anticipation pulls at your own. “This is the part where I devour you.”

. . .

Translations:

"Mi amor" — "My love"

"Mi familia" — "My family"

"Abuela" — "Grandmother"

"El hombre lobo" — "The Wolf Man"

"Mi cariño" — "Sweetheart," "my darling"

"Muy guapo" — "Very handsome"

. . .

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DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

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[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

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HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST

THIS IS VERY INDEPTH IM SORRY

Key:

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 - NSFW ➼ - SFW ✰ - Headcanons 𓆩⟡𓆪 - Drabbles ✿ - Full fics

𝓝𝓮𝔁𝓽 𝓖𝓮𝓷 𝓔𝓻𝓪: 𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓞𝓝𝓛𝓨

(2017-2025)

Albus Severus Potter:

James Sirius Potter:

Lily Luna Potter:

Rose Granger-Weasley:

Hugo Granger-Weasley:

Scorpius Malfoy:

Louis Weasley:

Rosie to the Rescue ➼✿

Fred Weasley:

Lysander Scamander:

Lorcan Scamander:

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽-𝓦𝓪𝓻 𝓨𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼: (May do NSFW)

(1998-2017)

Molly Weasley:

Lucy Weasley:

Dominique Weasley:

Victore Weasley:

Teddy Lupin:

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓔𝓻𝓪/𝓛𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶 𝓔𝓻𝓪:

(1981-1991)

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger/Weasley

Luna Lovegood/Scamander

Ginerva Weasley/Potter

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Percy Weasley

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Oliver Wood

Dean Thomas

Seamus Finnigan

Cedric Diggory

Blaise Zabini

Theodore Nott

𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓔𝓻𝓪:

(1971-1981)

Sirius Black

KINKTOBER 2023: LEATHER KINK WITH SIRIUS BLACK 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ✿

[WOLFSTAR]: Seeing Stars 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ✿

Peter Pettigrew

Remus Lupin

[WOLFSTAR]: Seeing Stars 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ✿

James Potter

Lily Evans/Potter

Facesitting with the Marauder Girls 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ✰

Severus Snape

Bartemius Crouch Jr

Mary MacDonald

Facesitting with the Marauder Girls 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ✰

Dorcas Meadowes

Facesitting with the Marauder Girls 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ✰

Regulus Black

KINKTOBER 2023- COLLARING WITH REGULUS BLACK 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ✰

Evan Rosier

Pandora Rosier

Facesitting with the Marauder Girls 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ✰

Xenophilius Lovegood

Marlene McKinnon

𝓟𝓻𝓮-𝓥𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓽 𝓔𝓻𝓪:

(1958-1971)

Molly Prewett/Weasley

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Rita Skeeter

Arthur Weasley

Andromeda Black/Tonks

Lucius Malfoy

Narcissia Black/Malfoy

Gilderoy Lockhart

Alice Fortescue/Longbottom

Frank Longbottom

Ted Tonks

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓔𝓻𝓪:

(1945-1958)

Minerva McGonagall

Poppy Pomfrey

Pomona Sprout

Alastor Moody

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓔𝓻𝓪:

(1930-1945)

Tom Riddle

Rubeus Hagrid

Myrtle Warren

Rolanda Hooch

𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓵𝔂 20𝓽𝓱 𝓒𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝔂:

(1900-1930)

Newt Scamander

Euphemia Potter

Fleamont Potter

Horace Slughorn

𝓛𝓪𝓽𝓮 19𝓽𝓱 𝓒𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓻𝔂:

(1880-1900)

Albus Dumbledore

Aberfourth Dumbledore

Garreth Weasley

Leander Prewett

Ominus Gaunt

Sebastian Sallow