#oliver wood fanfic

[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.”

[pufflyhallows]

The Tryouts

Pairing: Oliver Wood x reader

Request: @cokecola4211 Harry Potter imagine Oliver flirts with Harry sister at the Gryffindor warm up tryouts. / Harry Potter imagine the reader is Harry sister and Oliver tries asking the reader out to.

a/n: sorry for taking so long!

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1,6k

You were excited.

It was the quidditch tryouts and the Gryffindor team was looking for a new chaser to replace Katie Bell. Your younger brother was already on the team and that made you even more excited. It would be fun to play alongside him, representing your house and also your family. You liked to think your dad would be proud of both of his kids. So, needless to say, this was important to you.

You woke up extra early to have breakfast and meet with Harry, who was already in the Great Hall with the rest of the team and a few other students who were maybe just early birds. Or maybe they were there for the tryouts too. You hoped it was the former.

“Nervous?” he asked as you sat down beside him.

“Good morning to you too,” you said. “And no, I am not.”

“So your sister will be trying?” Fred Weasley asked from across the table. “I reckon it will be a tight dispute.”

“Why? Is there no room for another set of siblings?” you inquired back.

“I’m just saying there will be a lot of people trying this year.”

“Again, why?”

“Well, we always have more than a few contestants,” George Weasley explained. “But this is Oliver’s last season. He’s been encouraging nearly everyone to try their chance. He wants to win the cup.”

You looked over at Oliver Wood, the team’s captain, who was sitting a few seats away from you, drinking from his glass of juice, seemingly clueless to the conversation.

“Oh,” you said, “Then he should let me in. I’ve been training all summer.”

“Some people have been training all their lives,” Angelina Johnson fired back.

“I didn’t have that opportunity,” you answered, leaving her uncomfortable. Harry smirked.

“Sorry”, she said.

“Well, I’m rooting for ya,” Fred said as he and George stood up, “It’d be cool to have another Potter on the team.”

“Thanks,” you smiled at him.

“Don’t get too excited,” Harry warned as the twins left, “There will be a lot of people.”

“That’s a lot of faith you have in me, brother.”

“C’mon, team,” Oliver Wood suddenly said as he stood up, “I would like to practice a bit before the other students get there.”

Harry, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson prepared to follow him.

“Can I come?” you asked Harry, who shrugged.

“Ask Oliver.”

For God’s sake, you thought.

“Hum, Oliver?” you called and the boy, who was already leaving, turned around. He looked at you as if he didn’t expect to see you there.

“Yes?”

“Can I come? I know the tryouts are at 8 and it’s still 7, but I would like to watch you guys practice.”

“You’re up this early for the tryouts?” he asked. You looked at Harry, who shrugged again.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Hm, I like your readiness,” he said, “Let’s go.”

You smiled, thinking that maybe you had gained a few points already. You grabbed whatever you could to eat on the pitch and followed the others.

It wasn’t too hot outside, and soon you made your way to the stands. The team gathered in the center of the pitch, brooms in hand, and you could see that Oliver was talking to them, probably telling them what they were going to be doing today. You took a bite of your ham sandwich and sat back to watch as they flew away.

Harry was going to practice by himself, as usual, while Alicia and Angelina practiced shooting the Quaffle at Oliver, who was at the goalposts. Fred and George practiced with each other.

Normally, you would watch your brother, but something was drawing your attention towards Oliver Wood. He was the captain. He was the one you needed to impress. And that was his last year at Hogwarts, which meant you really needed to impress him. That finally made you nervous, something you weren’t before.

Angelina managed to grab the Quaffle from Alicia and flew towards Oliver, who had his eyes fixed upon the ball. You felt your heart start to beat faster with excitement to see him defend. Angelina threw the Quaffle at the first goalpost, and Oliver raced to his right, stretching his arm out and touching the ball with his fingertips, just enough to get it out of its way to the goal. You smiled. And suddenly Oliver had his eyes on you. He had a proud look on his face and seemed satisfied to know that you had seen that.

Then, your eyes were back on your brother, your cheeks slightly warmer. You spent the rest of the practice paying attention to him, while he chased the Snitch again and again, catching it every time. You wished your dad could see him now.

Oliver called the team back to the center of the pitch, and everyone got down from their brooms. They talked a little bit and then Harry waved at you, telling you to go there. You pointed at yourself as if to say ‘me?’ and he motioned ‘come here’ again. You stood up and got down from the stand, entering the pitch and walking towards them.

“Practice with us,” Harry said as soon as you approached them.

“Right now?” you asked, surprised.

“Yes. Right now. Go get a broom.”

“Give me a lift,” you asked and he rolled his eyes, but got on his broom anyway. You got on the back and you both flew to the locker room, where you picked a broom to use.

“But hey, why am I practicing with you guys before the others?” you asked, curious.

“I don’t know,” Harry shrugged for the third time that morning, “It was Oliver’s idea.”

“Hm,” you thought. Oliver’s idea. Maybe he wanted to see if the other Potter was just as good? Either way, you couldn’t not think that you were getting a little advantage over the others.

Once you were back on the pitch, Oliver approached you.

“I want you to work against Alicia and Angelina, okay? You’re on the opposite team. They’ll try to take the Quaffle from you and you won’t let them. Then, you’ll shoot at me. Understood?”

“Understood,” you replied, slightly nervous.

He handed you the Quaffle and everyone got on their brooms, flying high in the air. You followed. When everyone was on their positions, Oliver whistled. It had started. On your left, Alicia came flying fast, Angelina was on your right. You quickly flew down below them, making them almost collide on each other. Before they could recover, you were already flying fast towards the second goalpost, where Oliver was.

You flew as close as you could, and then threw the ball at the first goalpost, but Oliver was just as fast as you, and caught the Quaffle before it could go through.

“Damn it!” you shouted. Oliver smiled, spinning the ball in his hand.

“So close,” he said, “But not close enough,” then he winked at you.

“Let’s do it again,” you challenged, feeling flustered with that wink.

“Sure thing.”

Oliver gave Alicia the ball and told her she would be in your place now, with you and Angelina working together.

He whistled and it started. Alicia went to your left as fast as she could, and you followed, but suddenly she moved to the right, faster than you could tail her. You spun in the air trying to catch her, but she was gone. Angelina was right behind her, though, so you flew towards Oliver, already predicting Angelina’s next move. The chase was spectacular, with both girls going up and down. But much to Alicia’s dislike, Angelina was faster, and soon grabbed the ball from her hands. You were in the right position, close to the first goalpost, with Oliver flying in front of the middle one, but still closer to you. Angelina, then, threw the Quaffle over to you, and you caught it just fine, flying straight to the first goal. As soon as Oliver moved to his right, you shot the ball with your whole strength to the third goalpost, past him, who wasn’t quick enough to try and catch it. You scored a goal.

“Yes!” you shouted, quite happy with yourself.

“Well done,” Oliver said in an admiring tone, “Not bad at all. Let’s do it again!”

This time, Angelina was alone against you and Alicia. Through teamwork, Alicia almost scored a goal, but Oliver was able to catch it. He then called everyone to the center of the pitch once again.

“We’ll do the tryouts as a formality, but I think we have our new chaser right here,” Oliver announced.

You looked over at Harry, who was smiling. The rest of team cheered and congratulated you.

“Are you serious?” you asked in disbelief.

“Of course I am,” he said, “I know talent when I see it. And you definitely have it, Ms. Potter.”

You smiled at him and thanked everyone.

“We can take five to rest!” Oliver said to the team, and most of them left the pitch, except for you and him.

“What happens when we do the tryouts and you realize there’s someone better than me?” you asked sincerely.

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” he replied with the same sincerity.

“How can you be so sure? I mean, this was my first practice.”

“And you scored a goal against people who have been playing competitively for years. Look, Y/N, I see talent in you. And even more, I see potential. I can see a good future for you in this team. With more practice and training, who knows what you’ll be able to achieve? I have faith in you.”

“Wow,” you smiled, “Thank you.”

“But I can definitely tell you more about it over a cup of tea.”

“W-What?” you blushed.

“A cup of tea. Me and you. What do you think?” he asked, hopeful.

“I… Sure. Yeah, a cup of tea,” you smiled.

“It’s a date.”

[dreamcubed]

more than a woman 2 | oliver wood x reader

song; more than a woman [bee gees] pairing; oliver wood x fem!ravenclaw!reader genre; established relationship, long distance(ish), fluff, light angst word count; 3,1k timeline; goblet of fire —> order of the phoenix warnings; swearing, relationship insecurities, one argument (gets resolved) summary; you were forced to endure one year of hogwarts without your beloved oliver, so how would that affect your relationship?

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parts: || one | two ||

“more than a woman to me.”

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Honestly, it was a good thing that Oliver wasn't at school for the Triwizard Tournament: Merlin knows you wouldn't have heard the end of him complaining about quidditch being cancelled. Still, you missed him, and it was certainly strange not hearing quidditch even mentioned once.

In the one and a half years that you had been together, the marriage joke had persisted, primarily thanks to the relentless Weasley twins. You figured your husband being long distance would be easier to deal with due to the mass amounts of work that NEWTs required. Obviously, you expected yourself to achieve good grades: you weren't a Ravenclaw for nothing. But good grades in the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests were difficult for even the most intelligent of people.

"Poor you," Chloe mocked at dinner during the first week of seventh year, "How will you ever survive without your other half?"

"Fuck off, Smith," you chided, scooping pasta on to your plate, "At least I have another half."

She rolled her eyes at you.

"You seeing him at Christmas?"

"I doubt it," you sighed, "I still want to see my family and his schedule is pretty packed."

"That's what you get for marrying a quidditch athlete."

You didn't bother correcting anyone anymore, and honestly, you didn't want to.

***

A weekly letter via owl was nothing compared to Oliver Wood in the flesh: you felt as if you had been starved all year of the one person you wanted to see the most. If only his quidditch team allowed enough free time for him to visit Hogsmeade so you could meet up, but it didn't, so you had been deprived.

You couldn't help but grow anxious as the Hogwarts Express grew closer to Platform Nine and Three Quarters, even thought Chloe said everything she could to reassure you.

What if he had fallen out of love in your time apart?

What if he wouldn't be excited to see you?

Sure, his letters to you over the last few weeks had contained nothing but enthusiasm over your coming reunion, but you couldn't help but wonder if he was waiting to break it to you in person.

The train came to a halt.

"Y/N, Y/N," Chloe said firmly, "There is no universe in which that man could fall out of love with you. Trust me, you mean more to him than quidditch."

"But, what if-"

"Look, there he is," she cut you off, pointing out the window at the man stood on the platform amongst the parents. One of his hands held a bouquet of fresh red roses, while the other hung at his side with the fingers playing nervously with each other.

Then, his eyes locked with yours, and all your worries melted away as your lips stretched into a massive grin. You ran out of the compartment and began shoving past people to get to the exit, almost barrelling into the conductor as you jumped on to the platform.

Oliver stood watching you with his grin matching yours, already opening his arms in preparation for what was about to happen. You jumped into them, almost knocking him over with the force in which you did it. You kissed him with the same force, like you had wanted to do for the last year so very desperately.

"I've missed you so much, lass," he said through heavy breaths after your kiss ended, "I've been going insane."

"I've missed you too," you replied, tightening your hold around him even more, "Have you gotten stronger?" You felt his bicep.

He gave you another toothy smile, "Aye. Didn't have a choice, the training regime is strict."

"Good to see you back with your husband," you heard Chloe say, and turned to see her pulling along not just her trunk, but yours as well.

"Ah, about that," Oliver said, dropping you from his hold and taking your trunk from Chloe, "It's about time we made it official, don't you think?"

Shock formed on your face.

"Don't look so surprised, lass, I've already waited two and a half years."

"Godric, this is so romantic," Chloe said sarcastically, making you roll your eyes at her. "Seriously, not even a ring."

"Ah ah ah," Oliver smirked, digging around in his pocket before pulling out a black velvet box.

"Get down on one knee in public and I will slaughter you," you quickly said, "Please don't bring attention to us."

He laughed, "Relax, relax, I won't. Here," he opened the box and presented it to you, "Will you officially become my wife, lass?"

You nodded, darting forward to wrap your arms around his chest again. "Of course I will, you stupid fucking quidditch man."

He smiled wider than you knew possible.

***

"This is my- our- flat," he said, presenting the space to you, "Obviously if you don't like it, we can move, but it's where I've been for a year."

"I like it," you said, "Although I want to make it less yours and more ours."

He nodded, "Do whatever you want with it, I'm not home much."

"Will I still not get to see you that often?" you slightly pouted.

Oliver pulled you in for a kiss, "I will be home as much as I can, lass, but professional quidditch is very demanding."

You had known that this was how life with Oliver would be, but it still made you sad.

"We need to tell our parents about the engagement," you changed the subject.

"They've been treating us like we're married for years," he chuckled, "So have our friends."

"Still, we should tell them, your mother hasn't stopped going on about me being her daughter-in-law as soon as possible in all the letters she's sent me."

"You talk to my mum?"

"Yes, Ollie, I talk to your mum. Believe it or not, I want to a foster a good relationship with my future mother-in-law."

"My priorities lie with my future nan-in-law."

"You thirsting over my nan?"

"Perhaps."

You scoffed, "Can't believe I've been replaced by an old hipster."

"Don't talk about Grace like that!"

You both broke out in laughter.

"Godric, I've missed you, lass," he sighed, "Never be away from me for that long again."

"Trust me, I don't plan on it."

***

It was difficult at first, living with Oliver and his jam-packed quidditch schedule, and there were many nights where you ate alone in front of the muggle television you had insisted on installing. But, as time faded away, you got used to it - it wasn't like Oliver was neglecting you, after all. On his days off, mornings off, nights off, etc., he would spend every waking second doting over you. Plus, on his full working days, when he got back so late you were already in bed, you couldn't help but relish in how he snuggled up to you immediately and muttered, "I love you so much," even though he was under the impression you were asleep.

The wedding planning took up a lot of your shared free time, despite the fact you were only planning on a small ceremony in his parents' garden. There were still the caterers, the dress, the suit, the cake, the rings, and so much more to sort out. It was stressful, yet you enjoyed it, as it meant furthering your relationship with Oliver.

You couldn't live without him.

***

You stared at the cold plates of food on the table, the steam that had been billowing off them having long disappeared along with your excitement. A heat retaining spell would have been easy, but for some reason that felt like giving in - to what, you didn't know. Instead, you sat in the corner of the room, on the floor, fiddling with your engagement ring. You wish you could say that you weren't crying.

It's just that - Oliver had promised that he would be home for dinner by six, he had sworn. The clock in the kitchen was ticking past eight and there was still not even a word from him.

Part of you was worried: what it something had happened to him?

Part of you was angry: he couldn't even let you know that he was running late?

Part of you was fed up: you should have expected this outcome.

The door opened, but you didn't look towards the man entering.

"Hey, love, I'm really sorry I'm late."

You didn't reply.

"Love?" he looked around, as he had spoken assuming you were in the main room - which you were, but hidden from his view. Once he walked past the table to head to the bedroom, you appeared in his peripheral, and he then quickly moved towards you.

You refused to look at him.

"Lass, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Why?"

He hummed in confusion.

"Why were you late?"

"Coach changed his mind about the evening off 'cause we have a last-minute practice match this weekend."

"He shouldn't be allowed to do that."

"I know, but-"

"Did all your teammates just accept it? Let it happen?"

"Well, no, I suppose Rodnickel did leave-"

"Why didn't you then?"

Oliver sighed, "Rodnickel had to get home to his two small kids who would've been unsupervised otherwise."

"You had to get home to me." You were aware you were being a bit unreasonable, but you were exhausted.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, "Believe me, I wish coach saw that as a good enough excuse."

You sighed, admitting defeat.

"So, what did my gorgeous fiancée make for dinner?"

"It's cold now," you mumbled.

"Nothing a little magic can't fix," he winked at you, pulling out his wand to cast a reheating spell. Once steam was billowing off the delicacies once more, Oliver breathed in deeply through his nose and exclaimed, "Smells delicious, my love."

He pulled out your chair for you.

Fuck, you couldn't stay mad at him long.

***

In your opinion, the cosy cottage that Oliver had grown up in had been the obvious choice for the wedding location: it provided a beautiful view of the Scottish countryside. Therefore, you found yourself getting ready in the guest bedroom of the house, with your grandmother delicately fixing your hair. Not too long ago, Chloe had left the room after finishing the final touches of your makeup to get dressed herself, and ever since you had been sat in silence with your grandmother.

"Getting cold feet?" she asked, breaking the ten-minute silence.

You shook your head. Not in the slightest.

"I wish I'd been that sure on my wedding day."

You met her eyes through the mirror opposite you.

"But, no, you have no reason to be nervous. Oliver is a fine young man, and he loves you a whole lot."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "It's weird," you finally spoke, "People make out getting married as being such a big deal, but this feels like the most natural thing in the world."

"That's because too many obsess over the rosy idea of getting married and starting a family, without thinking too much about who they're doing that with."

"You think they just settle with the first person who's up for it with them?"

"Yes and no. I do think most spend some time on choice, but at the end of the day, a lot of people jump at the opportunity of marriage when they reach a certain age."

You hummed, "Do you think we're rushing?"

Grace inhaled deeply, leaving a moment of consideration before saying, "No, I don't. You two still wanted each other after living long distance for a year, I think you both know what you're ready for."

Relieved to hear that, you fully grinned, "Thanks, nan," you checked the clock, "The ceremony starts soon, you need to finish getting ready."

"Yes, yes," she dismissed you with a wave of her hand, "I'll see you out there - you look absolutely gorgeous, my love."

You beamed.

***

Rowena, how did Oliver get to be so handsome? You were physically incapable of getting the smile off your face as you raked your eyes over his features: reaching the altar just wouldn't come quick enough.

But eventually you got there.

You passed the bouquet off to Chloe - your maid of honour - before assuming the position opposite Oliver. Briefly, you glanced at the audience of family and friends, and felt nerves ripple within you. They disappeared when your eyes met with your fiancé's, however, and somehow your grin grew even wider.

He looked gorgeous dressed up in the afternoon sun, and he was thinking the exact same about you. It was all you could think about as the wedding officiant began the introductions of the ceremony; you were a nervous wreck thinking about the vows you had so carefully crafted and rehearsed.

Oliver's were to be first.

"As I'm sure you know, quidditch is one of the biggest prides and joys of my life - I don't know who or what I'd be without it. What you may not know is that I'm most grateful to quidditch not for the masses of entertainment it provides me, but for the fact it's how I started talking to you, lass. From the day you insisted on connecting me with one of my role models, I've been undeniably attached to you. I never told you back then, but I think I fell in love with you the moment you first spoke to me - I mean who can blame me? Look at you."

Your heart was racing and you knew you must have looked flustered.

"It wasn't just your appearance, though. Right from the beginning, you've always spoken with such passion, even back when you were shy around me. I know all too well about passion, of course, and I knew it meant that there would never be dull moment around you. And, look, we're three years down the line now, and that prediction is yet to be proved wrong - you're still much more than a woman to me. I can't wait to never prove it wrong during the rest of our lives together. I love you so much, lass, I'm so happy you're now my wife."

The audience applauded his heartfelt words, and as you prepared yourself to say yours, you felt him warmly squeeze your shaking hands.

"Rowena, I- I don't know how to beat that," you began, steadying your voice as you spoke, "You know I had a crush on you long before we even had our first conversation, but I don't think you know how quickly it became love after we did start talking. Merlin knows I wasn't the only one who fancied you, I was far from special in that sense, but I felt special when we played quidditch one-on-one together for the first time. I'd never played it before then, which is surprising to a lot of people, I know, considering who my grandmother is. Truth is, I was always terrified of the sport, yet when it was you asking me I had very little hesitation about throwing my nerves away."

Oliver's face had flushed a light pink.

"And only you can do that to me - make me fearless, that is. Back then it was always more in a 'I can't pass up this opportunity with my crush' kind of way, but nowadays it's more in a 'you give me strength' kind of way, as cheesy as it sounds and as much as I feel weird for saying it. I guess that's what vows are about, though. I love you more than anything, Oliver, I always have and I always will."

As your words finished, the audience began clapping once more.

"So then, do you, Oliver Wood, take Y/N L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, and promise to care for her, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

He didn't hesitate. "I do."

"And do you, Y/N L/N, take Oliver Wood to be your lawfully wedded husband, and promise to care for him, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do." The words didn't feel real: nothing in that moment did. You were struggling to grasp on to reality as you pushed the rings on to each other's fingers.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Oliver's lips were on yours in milliseconds, the sweet feeling like honey that you were so familiar with encompassing you. His arms tightened around you as the audience stood up and began cheering, filling you with an unmistakable sense of embarrassment.

But, you know what?

It didn't matter, because you were now married to Oliver - officially.

***

The clinking sound of cutlery against glass echoed amongst the tables, bringing everyone's attention to Chloe, who was sat near your side.

"If I may have everyone's attention, please, I'd like to make a toast to the bride and groom."

Eyes stared at her expectantly.

"I've known Y/N since the very first train ride we took to Hogwarts," she began, "Meaning I've had to hear her going on about Oliver a lot longer than the rest of you."

The typical laughs came in response.

"And Godric knows did she use me to get near him all the time - I can't exactly complain though, as she obviously knew what she was doing. Now, I don't know how many of you are familiar with this, but ever since before they were dating, there's been a running joke that they were already married, so, really, today changes nothing."

Again, laughter.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding - it truly is wonderful to get to celebrate my best friend and ex-quidditch captain's happiness, even if it means being forced to watch them kiss. I love you both, and I wish you a great marriage."

The tables boomed with applause as you smiled your thanks at Chloe, truly feeling as if you couldn't get any happier than that moment. You felt Oliver's hand gripping yours from under the table, and so you turned to look at him to see that his gaze was already on you.

"Hi," you said softly.

"Hi," he replied, grinning whilst his eyes flickered to your lips.

"Uh uh, keep it in your pants til tonight, mister."

He sighed dramatically, "You're lucky I love you."

You chuckled, "I think you'll find that you're lucky I love you."

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parts: || one | two ||

masterlist

written; 28/09/2022 —> 29/10/2022 published; 29/10/2022 edited; —/—/——

taglist; @workinatdapyramid  @iluvweasleys

[moony-mccall]

delicate | oliver wood

a/n — well, w first actual writing post so, may be bad but who cares!

a cute drabble filled with fluff, tension, longing stares, and amateur writing!

summary — lingering stares and vexed minds concerning each other.

pairings — oliver wood x reader

( no pronouns used i think, just the use of 'you' )

warnings — none but my writing

there was just something between you two that no one else can ever have. not that either of you was going to let it go.

it was delicate, intense, and oh so pure.

proved it so by the entirety of your relationship.

even before you two even happened, there was always something that vexed the two of you trying to figure it out.

infuriated by this feeling but will not even attempt to take it away. in fact, both of you craved it.

it was between you two.

yours and yours only.

oliver wood. one of gryffindors golden boys and of course his most prided title in his early career, his house's quidditch captain.

women and men threw themselves at him but it seemed that his only priority was quidditch. always quidditch. until you that is.

you. one of your house's pride and joy, you and oliver were alike that way too. you had your own life at hogwarts that you succeeded at.

of course mcgonagall had her very own organization filled with carefully selected students and staff.

it just so happened that your little delicate tale with oliver started there.

gazes meet and the painfully exciting feelings start as minerva mcgonagall and aurora sinistra share their very own knowing looks.

it bothered you both so much.

and you and oliver loved it.

he'd look for you in every game, in every class, in every soiree and you'd do the same.

the whole thing made you both dizzy and giddy. you'd share teasing looks and shit eating grins or just genuine smiles.

he'd catch your eye or you'd catch his, it didn't matter, they wouldn't leave each other anyways.

you two had yet to talk. it was all longing stares at first as if to test waters. It was enough for now nonetheless.

the next celebration mcgonagall held started the playful conversations.

"couldn't hold it for longer" he let out a defeated sigh before grinning. "oliver wood"

that damned gaze of yours. the one that you always wore whenever you're looking at him.

the playfulness, intensity, the passion of it all —godric, he could burst.

he never looked for your name before, he wanted you to tell him yourself and you did.

he swore he could die happy now.

"couldn't hold what longer, mr. wood?" you feigned innocence as you held his gaze.

he simply laughed and you followed after a few seconds before starting your talk that was long overdue.

at first, both of you were sure this was only a silly crush on each other. it'll pass. it should! it was tampering with your plans after all.

but then you talked and it felt just like one big whirlwind that either of you were too late to step out of now.

the most interesting part is the relief both of you felt. the fear of the thought you two had to move on from each other. it was ridiculous.

both have to live with that irking feeling now. and will happily do so.

the little talks turned into little dates that the two of you refused to call that.

you were an early bird much like oliver now, either you turned into that because of him or not didn't matter.

you spent your mornings and sometimes nights together before you two go your separate ways blushing messes.

finally, he took a chance to confirm the name of the vexing feeling.

yes, yes, both agreed to live with it happily, but someone had to do it.

he wanted to. but you already knew what it was.

he did too but he wanted to act on it.

he kissed you.

and you kissed back.

[b-a-n-a-n-a-ss]

Oliver Wood x reader - He Needed More Then Me

Summary: oliver and y/n were talking in a romantic way before Oliver met Katie Bell.

Y/h= your house

Y/q/p= your quidditch position

Y/n=your name

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I breathed heavily as I entered the y/h quidditch locker room. I started taking my pads off and made my way to my locker. As I was finishing up I heard footsteps enter the locker room. I turned around and saw Oliver Wood.

Me and him have been talking and we both like each other but we are waiting for the right time to get together.

“How was your practice?” He asked as he stood behind me and i tried clasping my necklace. “It was good. I’m getting better at y/q/p.” I responded.

I grunted as I struggled to clip my necklace. “Want some help?” He asked me, his Scottish accent thick. I nodded and I moved my hair to my side. He took the necklace in his hands and clasped it. I moved my hair to my back and he placed his hands on my waist. And looked at me in the mirror. I smiled at him and he kissed my head.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said. I smiled and closed my locker, taking his hand in mine and we walked to the great hall for dinner.

As we walked through the halls we saw a bunch of other students running around or going to the great hall.

We walked into the great hall and saw many people sitting at different house tables. We are allowed to do this once a week, usually Friday and we can do it for every meal. I sat beside Oliver with Percy Weasley and Katie Bell.

The four of us ate and occasionally talked about small subjects. When we finished we walked out of the great hall and stood in the corridor saying our goodbyes. Oliver gave me a kiss on the cheek and I blushed. I looked over to Katie and she was studying Oliver. I furrowed my eyebrows and Oliver squeezed my hands one last time before leaving with Percy and Katie.

I stood there for a second, watching Katie as they walked away. I slowly turned around and walked to my dorm room.

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As I walked to the great hall for breakfast, I saw Oliver and Katie siting next to each other and giggling. I didn’t think much of it, Oliver can have his friends. I’m not that overprotective.

I sat at y/h table and started eating my food, talking to my friends between mouthfuls.

By the time breakfast was done, I saw Oliver and Katie walking out of the great hall, they were very close.

I tried to shake the feelings that were arising in me away. But I couldn’t. I love him and he loves me. I don’t want him to be taken away.

I walked to my first class alone, usually Oliver would walk me to class. But he was with Katie.

I set my stuff down at my desk and as soon as I looked over at the door I saw Katie walk in with Oliver. He gave her a peck on the cheek and walked away with a smile on his face. Katie blushed and sat down and started whispering to her friends.

I felt a pain in my chest. That was supposed to be me. What happened over the span of two days between them?

I turned back to the front and tried to pay attention to the lesson, but I couldn’t.

The thought that Oliver was going to drop me for Katie was flooding my mind. I didn’t want him to leave me. I love him.

The class was dismissed and I left the class quickly. When I rounded the corner I saw Oliver and Katie walking hand and hand. I was walking behind them and I couldn’t take watching it anymore. I shoved passed them and moved swiftly through the crowded hallway. I didn’t look back to see their faces, I ran into moaning mertals bathroom. I slammed the door shut and latched it.

I pressed my back against the wall and slid down it. I was sobbing and clutching my chest. It hurt so much. I wanted him to love ME. I thought he loved ME. but he didn’t.

The longer I cried the more tired I got. Soon I was asleep.

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It was now Friday, four days since Oliver started ignoring me for Katie.

I was sitting in the great hall picking at my food. I was sitting alone since most of my friends were eating with their other friends at other tables. I looked across the hall at Oliver and Katie.

They had gotten extremely close in four days. They were all over each other and all lovey dovey. It made me want to throw up. My heart breaks more every time I see them together.

I tried to finish eating but I couldn’t. I stood up to leave but my head started spinning. My body felt hot and my mouth was watering. I walked about three steps before I collapsed.

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I woke up in the hospital wing. My head was pounding and I was thirsty. Madame pomfrey pulled back the curtain to the little nook I was in and smiled at me.

“You took quite a fall dear. You hit your head, these two hufflepuff boys brought you here.” She said. I nodded and winced and she opened the window.

“Open up. This is a healing potion.” She said as she popped the cork off the bottle and poured some into a glass and handed it to me. I took it from her and chugged it. I swallowed and scrunched my face.

“Now it may take some time for it to kick in, so until then you will stay in here and rest.” She said. I nodded and thanked her.

I tried to close to go to sleep but I couldn’t. I looked over at the two empty seats next to the bed. Oliver would’ve filled one of them. This never would have happened if Katie hadn’t have come in and ruined everything.

I hated feeling like this. Katie had always been sweet to me and we were getting close.

It was silent until I heard the doors to the hospital wing slam open.

“Madam pomfrey!” I heard the familiar voice of Percy Weasley call out. He rushed in with Oliver in his arms. My eyes widened and I wanted to go help but I was too weak. I couldn’t get up.

“What happened?” Madam pomfrey asked as she quickly got a bed ready and helped lay Oliver down. It was the nook right next to mine. So I could hear everything.

“He was influenced by a love potion, to much of it got to him and he just fainted.” Percy said.

I felt a anger rise in my chest. Oliver did love me, he always has. Katie gave him a love potion. This explains everything.

“Okay dear, I will take care of him.” Madam pomfrey said.

I heard shuffling and tried to stay awake in case Oliver woke up. My eyes were getting heavy though. I couldn’t stay awake. Then I heard it.

“Is everything okay?” I heard him ask. I was wide awake. I felt myself smile lightly at hearing his voice.

“Yes dear, you were just in the spell of a love potion.” Madam pomfrey said.

“Is y/n okay? Where is she?” He asked. My heart swelled and all my anger and hurt I felt disappeared in a second.

“She’s right in there, she took a nasty fall and hit her head. I will let you see her when I’m done.” She said.

“I feel so horrible. I love her, I didn’t mean to ignore her, I didn’t want to be with Katie. I couldn’t control myself.” Oliver rambled.

“It’s okay, you were not yourself, it was false love. What you feel for y/n is real love.” Madam pomfrey said.

Then the curtain that separated the two books was pulled back and I saw Oliver. I gave him a closed lip smile and reached out for his hand.

He took it quickly and rubbed it with his thumb. “Y/n I love you. You and only you. I’m so sorry for everything that happened. I never liked Katie and never will, you are the woman I want. You bring me so much joy everyday and I need you.” Oliver said.

“I love you Oliver.” I responded.

He squeezed my hand.

“I love you too y/n.”

By the time we got out of the hospital wing, me and Oliver were officially together and happy as ever.

[honeyteanocoffee]

Hi, if you aren't familiar with my account, I'm Olivia <3

There's a lot about me that I could tell you to introduce myself, but I'm going to try and keep this short. I'm a film student who is in love with Oliver Wood and fell into hp TikTok when it was at its peak back in 2020. I have a collection of saved TikToks and audios named "video ideas" because I was always thinking of making and posting videos. BUT I have crippling anxiety and, as much as I wanted to make videos, the anxiety was strong enough to make me not want to do it.

However, I will not be taking any film classes this semester and I want to keep practicing my skills. So I have decided to finally jump into the hp fandom like I have been wanting to for years. I will be posting blurbs and videos on my Tumblr and I hope that I will reach the right community.

Frankly, I think TikTok is a terrifying platform which is why I will be posting any videos on Tumblr instead. Also, I am aware that it is almost impossible to separate the art from the artist. I know that the Oliver Wood simp community is microscopic and essentially everything I love about hp is fannon, but I also acknowledge that making public videos about Harry Potter could potentially encourage people to give attention to jkr's awful works.

I hope that I can make this dream a reality and that I can build the community I've been envisioning. 💗

[redheadspark]

Fifth Floor Prt. 2

Summary - You and Oliver take full advantage of the Prefect's Bathroom

Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, 18+ ONLY!

Part two of Fifth Floor

It surprised you: one minute you two were kissing and now you two were together in the bath on the throes of pleasure.

Both you and Oliver were not going to slow down as soon as you cast the charm along the door and walls into the Prefects Bathroom.  The pent-up feelings you two kept to yourselves over the past few years since you graduated were now pouring out to one another, like a busted open dam.  Yet it felt like it was right, stripping each other's clothes off while kissing and giggling.  The serious tones of being consumed by one another never masked the playfulness either, which was almost a reflection of your relationship with one another anywho: serious and yet light.  Of course, you were baffled when Oliver perched you on the edge of the tub that was now filled to the brim with hot water mixed with scented and enchanted bubbles.  

His boldness came through as he gently pushed your legs open and licked into your folds like he was a starving student at a Feast.

Intense hot pleasure came through you ten told as he was between your legs, thankful that you could be as loud as you wanted since no one outside the room could hear your activities together.  Yet it made Oliver persistent, listening to the cues on where to lick and where to kiss along your folds and inside your cunt.  Almost like a devoted student, taking notes and knowing what makes you come undone and what made you whimper and writhe.  You were unraveling in seconds since it's been some time since you had something like this with someone, his fingers gliding along your folds when he felt you shaking and close to orgasm.  No matter how long you tried to hold out, it was closer than you thought.  

Seeing him in front of you, his head between your shaking legs and his back muscles glistening and contracting made your head swim all the more.  All of those times practicing and playing Quidditch was showing in his muscles along his backside and his arms.  He memorized you, even with him giving gentle kitten licks along your sensitive clit.  It made you fall back against the marble floor, moving your hips and trying to prolong the orgasm that was coming so fast.  

Up right before you broke, you placed your hands in his brown tuffs of hair and felt your body move without your knowledge, rolling your hips into his face and finally feeling him suck your clit.

You fell with a howl, and Oliver thought of you as a gorgeous siren. 

After a good moment or two of you calming yourself down, of Oliver watching you with wide eyes and a small glimmer of liquid on his chin and lips, you grinned widely like a Cheshire Cat at him as you pushed yourself back up into a sitting posting.  Sinking into the water and feeling the temperature engulf your now sensitive skin, you sighed and moaned at the same time as you turned him around and made him lean against the bathtub wall.  He went willingly, you pressing a hand against his hard and toned chest as he was how against the bathtub wall with nowhere else to go.

Slowly and without breaking eye contact with him, you reached your other hand down beneath the bubbles and felt his cock.  Hard, a bit large for your hand to wrap all around, but it felt perfect in your hand as you gripped him tightly.  Oliver inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide and his breath shaking as you started stroking him off under the water.  

You never thought you would be in this kind of situation with your best friend, bringing in emended pleasure under the bubbles and water in a bathroom alone.  But it was also a dream come true, being in his arms and blissfully happy.  There would never be a right moment for something like this, Oliver reminded you of that moment before you both were in the throws of pleasure and lust like this. 

But it felt right now, getting Oliver off as he was manning and biting his lower lips with every twist of your hand and every squeeze of your fingers.  You could sense and see that he was trying not to be too loud, which seemed ironic since he made your moan crudely a moment before when he was licking into your cunt with vigor.  

It should be the same for him. 

You leaned up to kiss his neck and lick along his skin as your hand was moving a bit faster, feeling his hips shaking under the water and moving in sync with yours as his hands were gripping the sides of the tub, arms stretched out and his head thrown back.

"You can let it all out know you," You hummed against his jaw, kissing his neck once more with a bit of vigor as you pressed your bare chest against his, "No one will know we're in here, and they won't hear anything.  You sound gorgeous like this, Oli,"

"F-f-fuck!" He moaned aloud as you traced your thumb along the tip of his cock.  He was shaking, the water splashing the pair of you as you grinned wickedly and straddled one of his thighs.  The hard muscle against your still sensitive cunt made you moan against his neck as your other hand raked in his brown hair and pulled hair.  He moaned crudely, his head snapping back as you looked at his exposed neck and his trembling lips.  

He looked beyond gorgeous to you.

Before you could say anything to him to make him come undone as he did with you, he moved one of his gripped hands from the bathtub wall and placed it on your arm in a death grip, making you stop stroking him since you thought you did something wrong.  Your other hand released his hair, making his head snap back to look at you as you shot him a worried look.

"You okay?" You asked him, heading his labored breathing and how dilated his eyes were.  The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him or made this a bad experience, it would have pained you.  Maybe you were too harsh or this was too quick.  But he slowly grinned, his crimson lips and flushed cheeks should no sign of pain or uncomfortableness as you were searching his eyes.  He leaned forward, kissing you soundly and gently in the water, making you melt and release his cocked as you framed his face.

To share a gentle moment in the throws of love seemed far too much, yet not enough.  He kissed you gently and with no hint of urgency.  There was more time in the world for you two to finally have each other, to be in love with one another, and you felt like Oliver wanted to savor every second with you.  

"I don't wanna cum yet," He whispered against your lips, tracing your nose with his as you gulped, "Not when I wanna have ya here,"

That alone made your heart skip, feeling his hands go under the water and grab your hips as he too was not breaking your glance.  He moved your swiftly, having you now against the wall and him crowding you as he kissed you over and over.  His hands moved to trace and touch your breast, some bubbles slipping down your nipples and making you moan as he palmed them both while kissing down your neck and jawline.  You felt as if you were boneless under his touch, his chest against yours as his mouth moved now to lick and suckle your breast, his thighs against your own under the water to make you feel his still hard cock near your own aching core.  

It felt perfect, all of this felt perfect.  

Releasing a nipple from his mouth with a pop, your eyes were glazed over as he leaned into you again and stared into your orbs to catch his breath, "I got ya, okay?" 

You nodded your head, you two staring each other down as his spare hand reached down to take his cot in hand and guide himself into you.  You felt it all through your bones and skin, through your veins as your eyes rolled back and you felt him slowly sink himself inside of you.  The stretch felt like an ache, a good ache after being on a broom for far too long.  It felt right, almost engrained within you as his cock snugged against your walls and you moaned loudly with no sign of being restrained.  Your eyes were closing, not seeing how Oliver was watching you take him so well and how he wished he could etch this image in his mind.  You were naked, covered in water and bubble, bare and open for him and only him.

He won't forget it ever in his life.  

Oliver, once he was fully inside of you, waited for your to adjust for him as you took a long breath.  It was a bit much, almost losing your breath as your thighs trembled under the water and against his own legs.  You had to hold onto his neck for some kind of support as his hand under the water grasped one of your thighs.  His other unoccupied hand was back out of the water and bracing the wall by your head as he kissed your face over and over.

"Okay?" He asked in a raspy voice, he too was feeling the immense pleasure of your walls keeping him inside of you.  You whimpered and nodded your head as he grinned along your cheeks, "Merlin you feel fuckin' good.  So…so good."

His hips were moving slowly, with deep hard thrusts that made you moan with each push. His hips were doing most of the work, the thrusts were deep enough and hard enough for you to melt against the wall but enough to make everything shake under your skin as you were taking everything he gave you.  Oliver was not going fast, which made you wonder for a split second if he wished to.  No, you could tell in how he was going at it that he wanted this to last, not a fast fuck.

"Yes….Merlin Yes…..Oli…FUCK!" You mewled as he hit that spot inside of you, hearing him growl for a moment as he was still fucking you in the tub.  His hand that was holding your thigh was in a tight grip, not letting you sink as you clung onto his back of dear life, feeling your nails almost break the skin as your moans were getting louder and more vocal.  His rhythm was consistent, not slowing down or going too fast just to drive you insane as you felt that feeling of an intense orgasm come over you again.   

"I'm c-close, O-o-liver—" You were moaning into his neck as he huffed and stopped his thrusts.  You were about to protest at him, teetering right on the edge of that pleasurable fall when he moved swiftly once again.  Still inside of you, he leaned back a bit and scooped you in his arms, moving with ease to have his back against the wall once again and you in his lap.  With his cock still buried deep inside of you, he peered up at you and saw the state you were in.

Naked and shaking from pleasure, hair plastered to your neck and backside, eyes wide and unhinged.  He reached up, damp hand up to your neck to look at the image before you as he smiled.  Being perched over Oliver made you feel almost powerful, untouchable, and yet you were still at his mercy.  You too wished to savor this image in your mind forever, knowing you would never be the same.

His thumb traced your lower lip, his hips now moving up and down as his other hand under the water moved to touch your cunt, right over your clit.  You keened, leaning over from the shock of pleasure as he gripped your neck and watched you get that high again.  With his thumb on your clit, making sharp and small circles and his cock drilling into you, he was watching in utter fascination and wonderment.  

"Cum for me," he whispered rapidly against your lips as he kissed you boldly, "I can feel you're close, aren't ya?  I wanna feel it, all of it.  Please, cum for-"

The orgasm you felt slammed you sideways and made you scream, your body going stiff from the pleasure that was now intensified up and down your body as you rode through every second of it.  Oliver saw how your eyes shot wide, your body quivered in the still hot water, and your hands clenched onto his shoulders tight as he thrusts two more times before he too released with a loud moan.  

You felt him unload inside of you, spreading inside of you to feel that warmth along your walls and make you moan some more as you collapsed on top of him.  He wrapped you in his arms, still riding out his release as he thrust into your a few more times.

The pleasure was no long piping hot but a simmer, you both still shaking and each your breaths as Oliver gathered you in his arms and kissed you all over.  You were grateful you were still in the tub, covered in water and bubbles to get some relief.  Although he pulled out of you, he never once released you, placing you in his lap and kissing you soundly with a massive grin on his face.  

"Merlin's Beard…that was…." You said, still unable to talk as Oliver grinned widely.

"I was thinking the same thing," He murmured, his voice uneven himself as he pressed his forehead against yours, "And to think we could have done this sooner if we weren't thick in the head,"

That made you giggle, curling into him some more as he was keeping you close in his arms.  It was true, if you both weren't worried so much about the "what if's" and simply went with what you felt, then you would have this kind of love, this intimacy, way sooner.  But life was strange in that way of course bringing you two back together in the aftermath of an almost catastrophic war that would have erased everything you knew and loved.  

You decided then and there to live in the moment, leaning up to kiss him hotly.  

30 minutes later, you two walked out of the Prefects Bathroom, dried off, and back in your old clothes.  Heading back to the Great Hall and the Courtyard, you both walked side by side and held hands between the two of you, trying to hide the still evident flushness and blush on both of your cheeks.  

Yet neither one of two saw Professor McGonagall near the Great Hall entrance watch you two walk out together, a knowing smile on her lips as she looked at her two old students and Gryffindor Alumni.

"Took those two long enough," She replied with a soft smile.  

The End.

Tagged - @a-lumos-in-the-nox

[rainydayathogwarts]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 >> 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

this is a small series I’ll be uploading. I’ll post each character on its own, but the character i’ll be writing this for are: Harry, Ron, Percy, Oliver, Remus, Sirius, James.

oliver! is always ready to praise and worship your body no matter what time of the day it is, so when you come up to him after a successful Quidditch match, engulfing him in a big hug and standing on the tip of your toes so you can whisper in his ear how much you want him, he is ready to pounce.

You can barely close the door to the changing rooms before Oliver's lips are on your body, kissing every inch of skin he can reach. He's lucky the team prefers to shower in their dorms. His veiny hands are gripping your waist while he's nipping at your skin, hips grinding mercilessly into you. It's only your hands, relentlessly trying to tug his pants down his thighs that have him pulling away from you to take over the job. He strips down to nothing, but scolds you when you mimic his actions because he takes joy in taking your clothes off.

You turn away from him and teasingly bend forward when taking your panties off, and not nearly a second later, Oliver is on his knees, pulling you back onto his face as he devours your cunt. You cry out loudly, tightly gripping the lockers in the room, the thought of anyone walking in on you making you impossibly wetter. Oliver can tell when you're about to orgasm from the way your pussy clenches around his tongue so he pulls away, one hand coming up to smack your ass, eyes trained on the way it jiggles.

When you whine, starting to beg for more, Oliver wraps an arm around your wrist, pulling you along into one of the showers, where he lets the water run hot before pounding into you, his body pressing yours up against the wall. He's basically carrying you with the way one of your leg is propped up on his hip, the other trembling from the pressure. Your arms wrapped around his body keep him impossibly close to you and he grunts into the crook of your neck.

He gets sloppy with his strokes, but one hand comes down to urgently rub your clit, making sure you come before him. Your second leg gives out from under you when you finally orgasm, but his tight hold on your body keeps you up, and his hand picks your second leg up to wrap around his waist so he can use the momentum to make him go quicker, pulling a second orgasm from you while he cums inside you, hips erratically pumping into you while he whimpers quietly.

He holds you in his arms, using the wall as support while he catches him breath, pressing soft, and much less urgent kisses on your skin. He knows he can put you down when you leave a kiss on his jaw, one hand coming up to push his face closer to yours so you can kiss him properly.

After the celebratory party in the Gryffindor Tower, he pulls you up to his dorm for an inevitable round two.

[gods-graveyard]

They are in love your honor.

(Fic link is pinned on this blog)

[stars4sole]

the finding out about secret relationship trope is my favourite. ESPECIALLY if it's not from their povs. Add a little 5+1 in there and I'm booked for the afternoon.

[bl4kstar]

locker room sex with oliver wood smut

warnings: smut aged up oliver

author note: the things i would let this man do to me is crazy.

Let's first start off with how u got in this position you sitting on the locker room bench legs spread and Oliver eating out your pussy.

To keep it quick cuz I know yall got no attention span and I don't either fr, you were wearing one of Oliver's sweaters to the game and some biker shorts. From some angles, Oliver can really get a look at all that ass. So when you walk into the locker room with Oliver you praise him about his win you started getting touchy and yeah that's how you are in that position currently.

Oliver was really good with his tongue slowly tracing circles over your clit and then sucking. Occasionally he'd raise his eyes up to meet at yours saying, "Feels good hm?" "It does..." "I can tell." Oliver would then let his lips curl into a smirk.

Oliver was the master of edging he knows exactly when to stop and exactly when to let you cum. Whenever you start squirming and your hips buck forward for more attention he stops completely then after like a minute, he goes back. e

ill finish latere

[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.”

[star-girl-05]

Score for Gryffindor

Oliver Wood x Reader

SLYTHERIN WINS… the whole of Slytherin erupts with cheers while Oliver lands the rest of the Gryffindor team falling close behind. They watch Oliver closely; he's fuming there's smoke coming out of his ears. They've learned through the years that it's best to leave him alone when he's in a mood like this. 

Then they see her, the Slytherin captain and Oliver woods nemesis. She's constantly teasing him, messing with him trying to get in his head before any games even if it's not against Slytherin. Oliver always gets pissy after they talk, usually taking it out his frustrations on the team. That's the last thing they need right now, not when he's already about to explode. 

“Good game Wood” they were not expecting that, there was no teasing in your tone you were being genuine. For a moment they think that someone must have drunk a polyjuice potion and replaced you.

Oliver on the other hand knew you were still messing with him as soon as the words left your mouth he felt something snap inside him. You’ve always been bitchy to him, teasing him not only during quidditch. You’d stop him before he heads to the pitch for practice and rile him up even during classes, you always find a way to bother him. 

“Shove it, L/n”

“Don’t be that way, I’m just being friendly” You reach out placing a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture it would seem. Oliver didn't take it that way, no you couldn't be friendly. Everything you did had an alternative meaning, and right now he had no patience for it. In a second he's shoving you against the closet wall getting right in her face. 

George is the first to speak telling Oliver to calm down; they never expected their captain to get violent. He gets very passionate about quidditch but he's never done anything like this. 

“Shut your mouth before I shut if for you” Olivers' words are filled with venom. Instead of being intimidated though, you seem pleased, excited even. 

“Please do” your voice is just above a whisper but the team still caught it. Their eyes widened dramatically. No way the ice cold Slytherin captain just said that, and no way is there captain Oliver Wood snogging them.  None of them knew what to do till Oliver pulled away from you leading you away from the pitch.

“Guess Woods going to be scoring on Slytherin after all” 

[cubedtissue]

Any fics where it's either drarry or perciver where Ron is just completely unaware and everyone else knows about it except him for some reason

[weasley-wizard-writes]

For The Best

Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: Angst

Content Warnings: 

Angst

Death

Grief

Mentions of children and pregnancy

Word Count: 1,310

If Fred had survived, what would be different today?

You asked yourself this question often, especially at night when you found yourself lying wide awake in bed, your husband asleep beside you with his arm thrown across your waist.

It felt wrong to think about your late fiance while existing in the space so close to the man who had worked so hard to help you heal your heart after Fred’s death, but even still you couldn’t help but do it from time to time.

Fred Weasley had been the light of your life for six years before he’d died suddenly during the war, and never once before his passing had you even considered what your life might have looked like without him.

Back then, you hadn’t known that your friend since childhood, Oliver Wood, had harbored a crush on you since grade school, and beyond that, you definitely hadn’t known that you could feel similarly for him too.

You hadn’t known that it would take you three years to move on enough to even consider a possible first date, nor that said first date would be with the man mentioned above, who had patiently waited, never overstepping or pushing you in any way, in case you decided to give him a chance.

You hadn’t known that you would in fact give Oliver that chance, and that just two years after your very first date, you would have a new fiance, one that played for Puddlemere United and took you with him to every game he could, calling you his good luck charm.

You hadn’t known that your wedding wouldn’t have any physical trace of your very first love, but rather the consistent mentioning of his name as you and Oliver shared your vows, with many eyes in the crowd clouding up with tears as you both acknowledged and thanked the man for everything he had done, going as far as to wish that he were there on that day.

You hadn’t known that, at nearly twenty seven years old, there would be no small children milling about your home in the wee hours of the morning, despite Fred having made you promise to get to work on having a whole quidditch team together once the war was over.

But above all else, you most certainly hadn’t known how terribly you could miss someone until after Fred was ripped away from you, and how horrendously it could hurt to love another, even if you knew it was what he would have wanted.

You had no idea how hard it would be to love two men at once, all while knowing that if only you could know how things would have been with Fred, you might never have been able to love two men at all. You were just a few small facts away from knowing whether or not you would be willing to give all of this up just for a shred of a life with your first love, and that made you feel like a monster.

But you didn’t know.

You didn’t know that if Fred Weasley had survived, he would have married you the next week, as he’d decided to do just moments before his untimely death.

You didn’t know that if Fred Weasley had survived, your wedding would have been beautiful, and that his physical presence would have made your heart all but burst from your chest the moment that you saw him.

You didn’t know that the guilt you had felt on your real wedding day would never have swelled to the surface, because you never would have loved another, and you never would have questioned even for a moment if what you were doing was right.

You didn’t know that if Fred Weasley had survived, Oliver Wood would have come to your wedding, and there he would have met the woman he would have married if only you had not needed him at your side. You also didn’t know that he would have had three kids with her by now, because to be a father had been his greatest dream since childhood. He had never told you that, because he knew how much the discussion hurt.

You didn’t know that if Fred Weasley had survived, he would have slept with his head on your shoulder and one arm above and one arm below you in a permanent hug. You also didn’t know that he would have kissed you all over your face to wake you up in the mornings, adoring the laughter that flew past your lips as he did so.

You didn’t know that if Fred Weasley had survived, the joke shop would have been even more successful than it was today, and that the two of you would have lived together above it with George up until your very first positive pregnancy test, which would have come just under a year after your wedding day.

The two of you would have been trying on and off for the entire time after the war, and Fred would have cried when you told him, before asking permission to tell his twin so he could share his joy with another.

You didn’t know that if Fred Weasley had survived, you really would have had an entire quidditch team worth of children, and that he would have adored every single one of them, thanking you nearly every day for blessing him with such a beautiful family.

You didn’t know that your children would have been born in this order with these names, and that opposite of your mother in law, you would have had nearly all girls, and that Fred would have been so beyond proud of that fact. 

You would have had your first daughter, Ivy Ginevra Weasley in late January of 2000.

You would have had your second and third daughters, Maisie Molly Weasley and Nellie Edith Weasley on Halloween in 2002.

Your fourth daughter, Winifred Marigold Weasley would have been born in late November of 2003.

You would have had your fifth daughter, Darcy Fleur Weasley in mid July of 2005.

Your sixth and final daughter, Louisa Maple Weasley, would have been born in early December of 2008.

And your one and only son, Sawyer Oliver Weasley, would have been born on Valentines day of 2010, his middle name coming from your very best friend, who would have used your name as the middle name of his very first daughter just two months prior.

But you didn’t know any of that.

All that you knew now was that Fred Weasley was gone, and that you loved your husband about as much as you could love anyone after your heart had been so thoroughly shattered.

But you also didn’t know what the future would hold either,

You didn’t know that Oliver would forever hold back from discussing his life long dream of becoming a father with you, for fear of how you might react to the idea of having children with him.

You didn’t know that despite that, your first child, three years from now, would be born, and that you would see Fred in her soft brown eyes whenever she smiled up at you.

You didn’t know how hard you would try to see her father in those eyes instead, or how guilty you would feel over the fact that even after so long, Fred was all that you wanted.

But the good news was that you would never know how different today would be if Fred had survived, and because of that, you would also never have to deal with the guilt associated with the fact that you would have given up everything to live that life with Fred Weasley, for even just a second.

You didn’t know, no matter how much you pondered the question at night.

And that was for the best.

MASTERLIST

Ko-fi

[sparkling-ariaria]

That time of the month... (BTS, HP, Stranger Things fics)

Stories to hopefully give you a bit of comfort when you're on your period.

Updated: 14.04.2024

HARRY POTTER

The Good, The Bad, & The Chocolate by jackie5656 - James Potter x gf!Reader

A Gentleman by robynlilyblack - Sirius Black x gf!Reader

Warm baths and raspberry teas by letterstotheflre - Sirius Black x gf!Reader

Cramps by robynlilyblack - James Potter x friend!Reader

Red and white sheets by padf00ts-l0ver - James Potter x gf!Reader

Our brave girl by - poly!Marauders x gf!Reader

His sweet girl by - Oliver Wood x gf!Reader

Rainy night by magicchai - Draco Malfoy x gf!Reader

Period and the full moon by theemporium - Remus x gf!Reader

The boys help when you're having period cramps by moonstruckme - poly!Marauders x gf!Reader

BTS

BTS Reacts: Their S/O has bad period pains by yoongisleftshoulder

BTS Headcanon - Buying you period products by namjooning-to-the-moon

Boyfriend Taehyung by eoieopda

STRANGER THINGS

TLC by queerpumpkinnn - Steve x Reader Reader has to cancel a date due to period sickness, but Steve’s happy to keep them company anyway.

You being in pain headcanon by forevermoreharrington - Steve x gf!Reader

That Time of the Month by forever-rogue - Steve x gf!Reader

Banished by joejoequinnquinn - Eddie x gf!Reader

Monthly Blues by cinemabean - Eddie x gf!Reader Eddie takes care of reader when she has period pains.