#oliver wood fics

[pappydaddy]

the tales of the infatuated (o.w.)

a/n: i am back and (hopefully) ready to write lovelies!

tv show/movie: harry potter

pairing: oliver wood x fem!shy!gyffindor!reader

requested

part one - there are parallels so read this one first please!

description: tales of oliver and y/n's relationship following the events of the woes of the highly overdramatic

warning: the reader is shy and beats herself up about it (slightly). please, as a shy person myself, never think being shy is bad or wrong in any way. being shy is 100% okay!

note: reader wears a lot of scarves and uses them to kind of hide when embarrassed.

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  The air was filled with a sort of muddy smell. The kind of smell only found enjoyable since it meant spring was attacking the bitter cold, thawing the ground and bringing life back to the rather lifeless hills of Scotland. Oliver never really noticed the beauty within the changing of the seasons, all he noticed was that one day the scenery looked one way and the next it was different. Now, as he sat there, a warm cup of tea between his large, rough hands, listening to Y/N’s soft and naturally quiet voice talk about the changes in the season, he finally realized it was more than just disappearing snow or dying leaves. 

  “And look there, you see the small buds on that tree right outside the shop,” Y/N gasped quietly, her arm shooting out to point to the tree that was once sagging under the weight of the snow. “Look how small, but in a few weeks time, those will be beautifully coloured, large leaves full of life.” She hummed, hand nestling back on her own teacup. 

  Oliver looked from the window, towards her, eyes flicking over her face as she stared out the window in sheer amazement. Suddenly, the stubborn and slightly obsessed Gryffindor Quidditch Captain that normally oozes self-confidence and never does anything at leisure, found himself slowing down and enjoying it. Enjoying the seconds ticking by when he wasn’t working on plays. Enjoying the hours he has spent just looking at nature (and Y/N) and listening to her. Her voice was a little shaky and quiet, but it was the most beautiful sound to him. Even better than the sound of the crowd cheering whenever the Gryffindor team won another game. 

  Even in the moments of silence as she just existed, sipping her tea as she basked in his company. For someone who was so used to hanging around rambunctious and loud Quidditch players, he never thought silence and stillness could be so welcoming. Sure, being friends with Percy, he found himself surrounded by silence as Percy read in his presence, but Oliver would always do his own thing. It was never silent because his head was always busy and loud. Now, with Y/N, his brain was quiet. It was kind of comforting. 

  “Reckon we should make a quick trip to Honeydukes before it gets busy?” Oliver asked gently, not to startle her as he pulled her from her thoughts. A smile stretched onto her face, soft eyes sparking at him in the late afternoon spring sun. There was a sweet spot to visit the popular candy store. He had never thought of it before, he always just went to Honeydukes. It wasn’t until their relationship hit the four month mark that he noticed. 

  They had been out strolling around Hogsmeade. It was relatively quiet along the cobblestone streets as they walked in comfortable silence, Y/N’s eyes seeming to admire the world around them in awe - as if this was her first time in Hogsmeade. Oliver found his eyes glued to the corners, watching her, his heart thumping in a way that both calmed him and scared him. The noise of the rambunctious groups pooling in and out of Honeydukes made her stutter in her steps, her body stiffening as her eyes shifted to the large crowd. 

  His own eyes shifting from her, he observed the ruckus without panic, but it was obvious she was. As they slowly sauntered closer to the mass of people, her body seemed to become more stiff, her pace slowing. “Hey, how about we just sit on this bench here? I kinda want to just sit without for a little bit.” Oliver suggested, gesturing to a bench that sat not far from them. 

  She looked at it, open-mouthed, before looking back at Oliver. “But it’s covered in snow,” She blinked up at him. Oliver shrugged, walking over to it. She followed easily, their joined hands keeping them attached. “Are you sure, Oliver? I don’t want to make you sit out in the cold.” She pointed out. She knew he was just doing it because she was nervous around crowds and the possibility of a forced conversation..  

  “It’s early March, it’s starting to warm up,” He brushed her off. There was a nip in the air, but it was just enough to tinge the end of one's nose red. Part of him found this an added bonus because despite the scarf she kept nuzzling her face in, Y/N’s cheeks and nose would have that slight discoloration he loved so much. Sometimes he had to search for it, but it was there and he found it adorable. With his free hand, he brushed partially melted snow off the bench. “You can sit on my lap if you’re comfortable, I don’t want your pants to get wet.” He settled himself onto the bench, their hands still connected as she stood there apprehensively. 

  “You know, I am okay with going into Honeydukes, as long as you’re with me I can handle the crowd-” She was cut off by his hand leaving hers, his arms quickly wrapping around her waist to pull her down onto his lap. She squeaked out in shock, eyes widened. “Oliver! Warning would have been nice, you scared me!” She gasped despite the fact she seemed to melt into him. 

  “Sorry, Love,” He smiled, resting his chin on her shoulder. “But I wasn’t going to let you drag me into Honeydukes and sacrifice your comfort just because you think I am cold,” He pressed his lips to her cheek as she unburied her face from her scarf. “We’ll wait until it starts to calm down.” 

  “Well,” She hummed, trying to uncover her watch from under her coat and mittens. Oliver helped, rolling her oversized, knitted mitten down slightly, revealing the watch she always wore. “It usually calms down at forty after the hour, it’s the quietest part aside from just before close-”

  “Which isn’t an option because you don’t want the workers to think you’re ignorant coming into a shop five minutes before closing,” He finished for her. She looked into his eyes, the smile that was covered by her scarf evident through the gleam in her eyes. “We’ll wait five minutes then go in. Then, we can go to the Three Broomsticks because at that time, usually the Twins will be pulling off some sort of stunt outside of Zokos.” 

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  Y/N never thought of the Quidditch Pitch as a sanctuary for her to escape to. It was usually always loud in some way - or she thought it was. Boy, was she wrong. Before she met Oliver, she much preferred to avoid attention and noise. it was out of her comfort zone to be in fast paced social environments - such as Quidditch games. Oftentimes, she was usually found lounging in quiet areas of Hogwarts, but obviously, since dating Oliver, she frequented the Pitch more often. Either while he was practicing (team or alone) or while he was playing. More recently, she could be spotted under Oliver’s arm while he sat in the crowd watching the other team’s games. 

  Now, even when they didn’t make appearances at other games, their usual spot was always open. It was now known as Oliver and Y/N’s spots. Oliver had scouted them out once. Situated right at the top of the bleachers, Oliver had found a sweet spot where Y/N wouldn’t feel overwhelmed by over-eager people screaming. Sitting right next to the stairs, she could quickly escape if needed. When they were practicing, she sat in the front, her book carefully balanced on the edge of the railing. 

  Right now, she sat in her normal spot, the fall breeze whispering around her. Her large eyes were locked on Oliver as his brown eyes quickly moved around the pitch, watching everything with his incredible perceptive eyes. He always amazed her with his attention to detail - most likely from being such a good keeper. He noticed everything. He could sometimes spot the snitch before any of the Seekers. 

  “Hey, Y/N,” She blinked as she was startled by someone talking to her. Eyes searching the crowd in front of her, she spotted Seamus, his face painted in Gryffindor colours, a lion’s mane around his face. “Did Oliver tell you anything about his strategy in this game? Those nasty snakes are neck and neck with us! What is going through his head?” Seamus’ Irish accent got thicker and thicker as he got riled up. 

  She squeaked, face heating up as she felt a few people looking at her - also questioning the same thing. One thing about dating the captain, people had lots of questions and were upset when they were losing or had the possibility of falling behind in the game. “I-I’m not-” She swallowed thickly, pulling the scarf she wore up around her face, trying to hide within it. “Um, I don’t really, uh-” She licked her lips, a little bit of fuzz from the scarf falling catching on her lips and tongue. “No, he didn’t.” She answered, making everybody look away from her. 

  Sinking into her seat, her back against the wall, she let out a breath. Her eyes fluttered closed as she cursed herself. ‘I couldn’t even answer a simple question! Stupid. Godric!’ She beat herself up before she let her eyes open at the sound of a shrill whistle. Instantly, her eyes met Oliver’s brown eyes. They were consumed by concern and a little bit of anger, but she knew it was directed to the people who made her uncomfortable. 

  “Gryffindor wins with Harry Potter catching the snitch! Starting off the season strong!” Lee’s voice boomed through the sound system, causing the stands to erupt in cheers (aside from the Slytherins who sneered at everyone as per usual). She could feel Oliver’s eyes on her as she stood, pulling the scarf down to show him her beaming smile. Sending him a thumbs up, she turned and made her way down the stairs. 

  She knew he would be waiting impatiently on the pitch right next to the tunnel he knew she would emerge from. “You won!” She exclaimed. Even in celebration, her voice was soft and quiet, but her face glowed in a way that far outweighed any form of vocalization. Without a second thought, she launched herself into his arms, legs and arms wrapping around him as his wrapped around her waist. Flush against each other, their faces buried within each other’s necks, they simply stayed like that. Oliver rocked them slightly, hands gripping each other’s clothes. They held each other in the most innocently desperate way, celebrating by feeling each other’s energies. 

  “Are you okay? They shouldn’t have been questioning you like that,” Oliver whispered into her hair, his breath tickling her neck slightly. She squealed, barely pulling away at the feeling. She could feel a slight smile stretching onto Oliver’s face at the reaction, but he turned serious a second later. “Reckon I need to make it clear that they can’t do that again.” 

  “It’s fine, Oliver-” She pulled away from him, hands coming up to cup his face. They couldn’t hear the wolf-whistles from the Weasley Twins (well, Y/N didn’t but Oliver did and instantly knew they were going to be in for a rough next practice). She took a look at his serious face, knowing she wasn’t going to convince him not to teach them a lesson. “Fine, but intimidating stares and empty threats only.” She told him sincerely. 

  “Fine by me.” He agreed, leaning in to press his lips to hers. She blushed furiously, all too aware of people looking at them, but she leaned into the kiss anyway - too desperate for a kiss to care (care enough to stop kissing him, but she knew she would be thinking about people watching once his lips left hers). 

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  “It is blistering cold out Oliver, my fingers are about to fall off, where are we going?” Y/N questioned, her voice muffled by her scarf. He looked down at her, seeing her eyes securely behind the blindfold, both her hands gripping his arm the best they could with her oversized mittens. 

  “You will see in a minute.” He simply told her, making her huff. 

  “I don’t like surprises, Oliver.” She pouted, wiggling her face free from her scarf in order to show him the pout on her red tinged lips. She had a barely noticeable shade of lipstick on, wearing it specifically since it is her one-year anniversary with Oliver today. They were dressed nicely. Both had a pair of jeans and a warm sweater under their layers of winter wear. 

  “I know, Love, but you will like this one, I promise,” He reassured her, pressing a kiss to her hat-covered temple sweetly. She hummed, resting her head against Oliver’s bicep as he led her towards their destination, following in blindly. Looking down at her more as they slowly walked, he couldn’t help but let warmth bloom in his chest. Something about her snuggling into him as he led her to someplace, allowing him to lead her blindly. The amount of trust this showed she had in him warmed him against the bitter cold they walked in. “Okay, Love, we’re here.” 

  He could barely contain his smile as he gently pried her hands off him, walking behind her to untie the blindfold. “You took me to Greenhouse?” She questioned, eyes scanning the Greenhouse that stood in front of them.

  “Not any Greenhouse,” He exclaimed, carefully shuffling past her as they stood on a patch of ice. He pulled the small bit of cloth that covered the number on the door. Revealing the number one. “Greenhouse One! The Greenhouse I confessed my feelings to you in a year ago to this date. Even down to the hour!” He beamed as he opened the door for her. A blast of heat greeted them as he guided her into the room, a hand on her lower back to make sure she didn’t slip on the ice. 

  Her mouth fell open, looking around in amazement. The plants and tables that usually cluttered the center of the Greenhouse were pushed to the side, leaving space for a blanket and pillows to be laid out on the floor. Floating candles provided a flickering and a glowing amber light - the only light that illuminated the area aside from the winter sun that broke through the dirty windows on the Greenhouse in mini spotlights, dust swirling and dancing in them. 

  Turning around, Oliver closed the door, sealing the heat in the Greenhouse - the heating spell working brilliantly. When he turned around, he found his breath leaving him at the sight before him. She slowly walked further into the Greenhouse, eyes dancing around in amazement as she peeled her winter clothes off, starting with her hat and scarf. The golden rays hit her, illuminating her as if she were a work of art - just like they did a year ago at this time. As she pulled her mittens off, she reached out, touching the plant with the softest, most caring touch. Humming, she let the leaf of the plant go before dropping everything including her coat to the ground. 

  “This is beautiful, Oliver. I love it,” She whispered, looking back at him, eyes meeting his eyes in a zing like jolt, bringing him from his daze. He wanted to say the cliche line of ‘breathtakingly beautiful’ as he looked at her, but he was too taken by her standing there. All he could really do was stride towards her. ““Um, Oliver,” She whispered in a shaky voice as he didn’t say anything back to her, but his eyes were set with intent. “A-are you going to say something-” 

  She was cut off by his lips falling upon hers, his hands resting on her waist. They stumbled slightly from the force of his lips, but his hands gripped onto her waist, steadying them as her hands reached up to cup his cheeks, her lips moving with his in a sweet kiss. All their kisses were sweet. Innocent but rough (that thanks to Oliver’s need to show her how much he loved her). They stood there, lips locked in among the variety of beautifully growing plants, the smell of fresh soil and the fragrant tropical plants in the back corner of the Greenhouse - absorbed each other’s energies like the leaves of a plant absorbing sunlight; warm and energising. 

  “I love you.” He spoke against her lips before connecting their lips together. He was shocked when her hands were pushing his face away from hers, unable to pull herself away from the kiss due to him holding her flush against him, her back arching slightly.

  “I love you too, Oliver. So much.” She confessed to him, her wide eyes staring into his eyes, sparks exploding in her stomach as their eyes whispered heartwarming love between each other. And just like that, they both knew that the tales they would be telling until their last breaths would be tales of the infatuated, but Percy probably already knew that when he told Oliver everything that day.

[a-asterias]

— micaela's april recs

ty to all these amazing writers who have left me with butterflies in my stomach and/or tears rolling down my face, much appreciated <3

CRIMINAL MINDS

— spencer reid.

soulmates by @radiant-reid

tear me apart by @literaila

private display of affection by @poguesofthebau

that's my wife by @wheelsup

unlucky in love by @criminalmindzjunkie

sinking by @mggpleasedontlookhere

PANIC

— dodge mason.

cemetery drive by @riffaist

love story by @biqherosix

↳ steal my girl

HARRY POTTER

— fred weasley.

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chosen sister by @potter-imagines

how to steal a book (and a heart) by @theweasleysredhair

late night stroll by @httpbakugou

sheer luck by @heloisedaphnebrightmore

frustrations by @nextdoor-neighbors

— george weasley.

broken people by @wondernimbus

— draco malfoy.

two sworn enemies by @wondernimbus

odd one out by @panda-noosh

— oliver wood.

c'est magnifique by @wondernimbus

— charlie weasley.

a brief glimpse by @helnjk

MARAUDERS

— remus lupin.

singed memories by @lupinlongbottom

just go with it by @fizzyhosh

— sirius black.

just a natural fact by @iliveiloveiwrite

agree to disagree by @lupinlongbottom

LOCKWOOD AND CO.

— anthony lockwood.

you can hear it in the silence by @tangledinlove

↳ it's never too late (to come back to my side)

↳ just another love song

STRANGER THINGS

— steve harrington.

got caught up by @hairringtonsteve

HEROES OF OLYMPUS

— leo valdez.

why me? by @chasingpj

MARVEL

— bucky barnes.

first date, last night by @intrepidacious

AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

— zuko.

best kind of medicine by @panda-noosh

↳ fools gold

BRIDGERTON

— anthony bridgerton.

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GRISHAVERSE

— kaz brekker.

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↳ for you

[criesinliess]

━SEPTEMBER 2023; susan's recs

JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS

━━LUKE PATTERSON

you’re joking, right? @vanillann

MARVEL

━━PETER PARKER

sticky notes @vanillann

HARRY POTTER

━━THEODORE NOTT

shut up kiss me @azrielscrown

stop the world i wanna get off with you @↑

you’ve bewitched me @patrophthia

make it make sense @↑

i thought you knew @agirlsguidetolove

━━THE SLYTHERIN BOYS

seven minutes in heaven @azrielscrown

secret admirer @cloudybarnes

━━DRACO MALFOY

obsessed @agirlsguidetolove

━━GEORGE WEASLEY

girls on film @dreamcubed

━━OLIVER WOOD

more than a woman @dreamcubed

━━MATTHEO RIDDLE

this love @wordsarelife

OUTER BANKS

━━RAFE CAMERON

are we still friends? @strwberrygirls

if you love her @abrunettefangirlnerd

m.i.a. @rafeandonlyrafe

teenage jealousy @viawritesstuff

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

tell me you love me; part2 @upsidedownmvnson

please never fall in love again @french-goodbye

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

between colleagues @atlabeth

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━━BUGGY

you started it @plutoswritingplanet

little pieces here and there @erideights

━━SANJI

go fish! @honnelander

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let him @xlpoww

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━━ZORO

nobody but you @halfvalid

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━━CARMY BERZATTO

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[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

[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.”

[gods-graveyard]

"No one can tell the Weasley Twins apart" may be true, but with a few key exceptions.

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McGonagall- She's iconic, and also how dare you imply she cannot tell two of her students apart, thats just blasphemy.

Lee Jordan- His best mates (and they told him)

Elisen Nott- Her best mates (and they didn't tell her, she learned out of spite)

Percy Weasley- They're his brothers, he really can't understand why no one else can tell

Oliver Wood- Quidditch, no elaboration.

Marcus Flint- Oliver & Percy told him how, and Quidditch.

Harry Potter- The vibes (Their freckles)

Theo Nott- The vibes (Magical signature)

Luna Lovegood- The vibes (but actually)

This is all based on my fic @yellow_sprouts on ao3 called "Navigating the den of snakes" and with the twins being introduced next chapter I thought I would go ahead and give a lil fun snip (although Theos is a minor spoiler)

[aeoneskova]

Perciver wip snippet!

In honour of our great success on the battlefield (ao3 is back up) I thought I'd share a sneak peak of the next Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy chapter :)

“There you are, Percy!” George exclaimed breathlessly. He then nodded at Penelope. “And Percy’s girlfriend…”

“If you say so,” Penelope mumbled.

Priya rose her hand. “I’m here too.”

“What’re you doing here, George?” Percy questioned. “Where’s Fred?”

“Trying to have a bloody shower, though he’s not having much luck. We can’t get Oliver out.”

Percy frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean he’s gone and locked himself in the changing rooms. The shower’s been running for the last half hour and the rest of us need to get in.”

“Okay… what’s that got to do with me?”

“You’re Head Boy, aren’t you?”

Percy scoffed. “Since when do you care about that?”

“Since our Captain’s trying to drown himself, that’s when I care. You’re his roommate, you know how to deal with him, don’t you?”

“He does,” Penelope supplied unhelpfully.

“Great!” George dragged Percy up by the arm. “Come on!”

[shitakimooshrooms]

I’m honestly shocked that with the current amount of Percy/Oliver fics that I have been reading I haven’t seen one about Percy being very worried and staying in the hospital wing for a week after Oliver’s first game because in the movie Oliver says that he had been hit in the head with a bludger 2 minutes in and woke up in the hospital wing a week later. Like that’s prime fic material right there.

[dreamcubed]

more than a woman | oliver wood x reader

song; more than a woman [bee gees] pairing; oliver wood x fem!ravenclaw!reader genre; fluff, s2l word count; 5,1k timeline; chamber of secrets warnings; swearing, mentions of anxiety summary; y/n was one of many who fancied the obsessive quidditch boy, and to her surprise, she was of interest to him as well

a/n; you know it really doesn't make sense to me that the quidditch teams in hogwarts were limited to the number of players you could have on the pitch at a time: why no spares? what if someone can't make a match? so anyway imagine that no one has been kicked off the team for the sake of this oneshot, and chloe is just another member of the team

also i don't follow canon a bit at the end

masterlist

parts: || one | two ||

"more than a woman to me."

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You knew him as the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team: everyone knew him as that. You also knew that you weren't the only one whose heart fluttered whenever you caught sight of him, as he was a common crush among yours and his years, him being a year older than you. Nonetheless, you didn't really mind, as a crush on Oliver Wood made school much more interesting, and due to his obsession with quidditch, it seemed unlikely he would date and therefore there was no one to be jealous of.

One person you were jealous of, though, was your friend Chloe, as she shared a house with him and also played for his quidditch team. You were well aware she had no interest in the boy, and actually found him rather irritating, but you envied the fact she had more opportunities to talk to him. She didn't know you fancied Wood, as you were afraid she would make fun of you, so you surely hoped that she didn't think it suspicious that you made an extra effort to hang out with her whenever Wood was in the vicinity.

Like, for example, one breezy autumn morning when you headed over to the Gryffindor table to ask Chloe if she had done the transfiguration homework, upon seeing that Wood was sat opposite her. You - of course - knew that she would have done the homework: this was Chloe you were talking about. Nonetheless, it was a chance to be near Wood.

She was engaged in conversation with him when you arrived, just to your luck.

Chloe's eyes lit up when you reached her, saying, "In fact, Y/N's just the person to talk to."

"About what?"

"Your grandmother was a famous quidditch player, wasn't she? Grace Landen?"

"...Yes...?"

"Landen is your grandmother?" Wood's eyes widened as he looked upon you, "And you're just now telling me this?"

"I didn't know it was of interest to you." A blatant lie: you knew he would be interested in the fact you were the descendant of a famous quidditch player.

"Of course it's of interest to me, lass."

Lass. You liked that.

"Seriously. She was one of the best keepers to ever play. I look up to her."

You nodded, "She's an impressive woman."

"Do you know her training regime? Her old schedules? Her old diet?"

"No... but I can owl her if you want." This was finally a chance for you to get to know him.

"I don't want to bother you, lass."

"Really, it's fine. I should owl her more anyway."

The grin that stretched across his face caused butterflies in your stomach. "Thank you."

You beamed at him.

***

The second you received a reply from your grandmother, you ran to find Wood, as he wasn't at breakfast. You asked the Weasley twins where he was, who replied that he was most likely already down at the quidditch pitch doing some solo training. They said he often came for breakfast and left before most people were even awake. You made a mental note of that for future mornings.

The walk down to the pitch was already a long one, but it felt even longer with the excited anticipation bubbling inside of you. You eventually reached the large field stadium, which you had always assumed was vacant at this time of day, but was clearly occupied by the Gryffindor quidditch captain defending the hoops from an apparently charmed quaffle.

You waved up to him, and he quickly noticed you and flew down. Before he greeted you, he took out his wand to de-charm the quaffle, and then turned to you with a grin.

"What can I do for you, lass?"

Reaching into your cloak, you pulled out the piece of folded parchment paper that had been dropped off to you that very morning, and presented it to him.

"Seriously?" his eyes lit up, and the next thing you knew you were engulfed in a hug. Upon letting go, he said, "I know you said you would, but I didn't think you actually would."

You shrugged, "Why would I lie?" Your cheeks were still on fire from the embrace.

"Ah, I don't know," he said, "Are you sure there isn't anything private in here?"

"No, Rowena, no. I was just making light conversation with her, nothing serious."

You watched as he unfolded the paper and began reading through it. "Godric, this is a lot. Not much on diet, though."

"She always said it was unhealthy to fixate too much on food, and that you should just try to eat a lot of protein before practices and matches."

"I guess that's true," he folded up the paper, "D'you mind if I keep this?"

You shook your head, "I have no need for it."

"Thanks, lass," he tucked it into his pocket, before turning back to the pitch, "Have you inherited any of her talent?"

"Uh, I don't think so, maybe? I've never really played."

"How are you the granddaughter of a quidditch legend and never played quidditch?"

You shrugged.

"C'mon, let's play one-on-one with just the quaffle."

"I don't know how helpful playing against me would be."

"Who said anything about help? C'mon, let's have fun," he grinned, making you weak in the knees.

"Okay," you agreed, dreading fucking up in front of him.

"Have you got a broom?"

You shook your head.

"Ah, well, we can't have you using the school ones. That's not a fair game," he pondered for a moment, "Tell you what, you can use my old one. My dad got me a new broom for my birthday a few months ago, but my old one is still perfectly fine." He moved over to the broom shed by the changing rooms. "At least, it's nowhere near as bad as the school ones," he added.

"You sure?"

"Of course, but this broom means a lot to me - I played my first match here on it - so be careful."

That made you nervous.

He sensed your apprehension and laughed lightly, "Don't worry too much, lass, it's not like we're playing with bludgers."

That reminder did calm you down a bit, but you were still full of anxiety as you took off your robe and tie - grateful you opted for trousers that day - and climbed on to the broom. One of your biggest fears was looking like a total fucking idiot in front of your long time crush.

Wood could still clearly tell that you had your worries. He shouted across to you. "We'll ease into it at first, okay? Trust me, once you're in the rhythm of the game you'll be fine."

You nodded at him, keeping an eye on the quaffle locked underneath his right arm as you prepared for him to throw it up into the air.

At first, you fumbled a lot and lost a few points to Wood, but once your confidence on the broom grew and you began to be more comfortable with only using one hand, you managed to catch Wood off guard and get the quaffle through a hoop. You turned around on the broom with your face lit up happily; your hands in the air as you cheered for yourself. Wood cheered for you as well, despite being the opposition.

"That wasn't half bad, L/N. With a bit of training you'd be a mean chaser."

Never had a compliment ignited such warmth into your heart.

It also gave you a bit more courage than before, and you found yourself chasing Wood a bit more eagerly, and trying harder to stop him scoring. When you successfully blocked him from scoring for the first time, catching the ball in your hand, you were too consumed with joy to remember that it meant you were supposed to then fly to the other end of the pitch in an attempt to score a goal.

Wood knocked your broom to get you to drop the ball, diving down quickly to catch it, at which point you were so full of adrenaline that your instincts kicked. You hit the quaffle with the end of your broom when he tried to score again, sending it halfway down the pitch as you immediately chased after it. You then caught the quaffle, and were in the final stretch to the other hoops to score when you felt Wood's presence beside you.

Your determination was fuelled further: you ducked down to fly underneath him, in an attempt to throw him off, and then circled him again before throwing the quaffle directly at the centre hoop. It went through, and at that point you were even more thrilled than you had been at all the previous quidditch achievements you had made in the last hour.

In a dance of triumph, despite the fact that you were definitely losing the game, you rolled your broom over in the air, unable to wipe the grin off your face.

Wood simply stopped and stared at you, grinning just as wide - if not wider - than you were.

"See how fun quidditch is, lass?"

You nodded, your cheeks warmed both from the quidditch and the intensity of his gaze upon you.

"And this is just with the quaffle and two players. Imagine how much more fun it gets when you have two full teams and all four balls."

You grimaced, "I don't like the sound of playing whilst bludgers are flying around."

"Well, that's what the beaters are for."

"Yeah, but you have the Weasley twins on your side. If I played for my house, I wouldn't have the same sort of prodigy-level protection. In fact, those prodigies would be against me."

Wood gave you an expression that read "fair point" before looking up at the castle to see students begin moving in and out of the doors.

"Shit," you muttered, "I'm gonna be late for potions. Snape is gonna do my head in."

You began flying down, back to the side of the pitch. Wood remained hovering in the air, in the same location as you had just been.

"This was fun, Wood!" you yelled up at him, waving your arm in goodbye.

He waved back at you, "Come play again anytime, lass!"

You gave him a thumbs up, before grabbing your robe and tie and beginning a sprint back up to the castle.

It wasn't even eleven o'clock yet and you were probably going to lose house points for the first time ever over tardiness, but you could still safely say you had never had such a good day.

***

You continued to owl back and forth with your grandmother for the next week, and it was almost a week after you had played quidditch with Wood (and spoken to him last, for that matter), when you received a gift from her. It was her old Ravenclaw quidditch shirt from when she used to play at school, kept in surprisingly good condition.

Immediately, you looked around the hall in search of Wood, and spotted him sat near the Weasley twins on the Gryffindor table. It was a rare morning that he had decided to not go for early morning solo practice. You roughly wrapped the shirt back up in its packaging before heading over to where he was: summoning every last bit of courage within yourself to do so. His face lit up when he spotted you in his peripheral, which made you feel fuzziness inside of you.

Sitting sideways on the bench by his side, you presented the parcel to him, "Look what my nan sent me."

He picked up the shirt to observe it properly, "Shit, lass, I really am jealous that you're related to her."

"Calm down, Wood, all you gotta do is marry L/N and then Landen's your in-law," either Fred or George piped in, you couldn't tell which.

"Aye, true," was all Wood said in response, which opened up an unreasonable amount of hope within you.

As you looked across at Chloe, who was sat opposite you, you realised she could see your flustered state. It looked like the cat was far out of the bag by the smile she gave you, paired with the mischievous look in her eyes. She pointed at Wood with her eyes, widening her grin.

You glared at her: a silent warning to keep her mouth shut.

While you exchanged a wordless conversation with Chloe, Wood had been talking with the twins about some of your grandmother's most famous moments, and it was clear how much he adored quidditch by the way he spoke.

"Godric, L/N, please take this man to see your nan soon, maybe then he'll actually shut up about quidditch for once," one of the twins said.

You gave him a pointed stare, "I think that would make him talk more if anything."

"Even better then, follow through with the marriage plan so he bothers you instead of us," the other twin spoke as they both stood up to leave.

"I don't talk about quidditch that much," Wood said.

"You do," Chloe stood up, "Now if you could forgive me for borrowing Mrs Wood, we have study group in the library to get to."

Ignoring what she referred to you as, you picked up your shirt and said goodbye to Wood, before following Chloe to the library. You prepared yourself as best you could for the bombardment of questions that were inevitably about to follow.

***

The next day it was a Saturday, and you decided to brave your luck and get up early to see if you could catch Wood going out for a morning solo practice. You knew the Gryffindor team didn't have scheduled practice until later that morning, but you also knew what Wood was like.

Sure enough, you walked into the Great Hall to see Wood eating by himself at one end of the Gryffindor table. The only other students awake were a few other Ravenclaws and Hermione Granger, who were all likely up for some early morning studying. Wood noticed you as you entered the hall, and waved you over to him.

"Come for a re-match, lass?" he tilted his head with a smirk, making you grin.

"If you're up for it, Wood."

"With you? Always," he beamed, "Now, eat up. Your nan said you've gotta get your protein before practice, after all."

You sat opposite him and began tucking into bacon and hash browns, readying yourself for a long morning of practice for a sport you didn't even play.

The two of you played for a good couple hours before the rest of the Gryffindor team arrived for practice, at which point you reluctantly flew to the ground. Wood had let you use his old broom again, and you had opted to wear your grandmother's old quidditch shirt to fit the theme.

You hopped off the broom near the rest of the team, and greeted them with a smile, "Morning, everyone."

You heard a chorus of, "Morning, L/N," in response. Apart from a distinct, "So this is where you got to," from Chloe.

"Sorry, did I keep L/N from you, Smith?" Wood asked, landing down next to you.

"No, not at all, I just didn't expect to not see her at breakfast this morning."

"I told you she'd be down here," one of the twins, who you hazarded a guess at being Fred, said.

"I mean, your exact words were 'she's probably with her husband', not specifying the quidditch pitch."

"It's Wood, that's basically the same thing."

"Alright, enough chit-chat," Wood said, "On your brooms, everyone, start off with a simple game of catch to get you warmed up."

He turned to you as the rest of the Gryffindor team took off into the air.

"I'll see you later, lass," he said, "This has been spectacular."

You couldn't help but smile bashfully in response, "Couldn't agree more, Wood, I'll see you around."

As you began walking off the pitch, he yelled after you. "Just call me Oliver!" And before you could form a reply, he had taken off from the ground along with the rest of his team.

Yeah, you were in deep.

***

The days began to get colder as Christmas creeped closer to fruition: Hogsmeade trips, like usual, were becoming the highlight of students' lives. You were definitely one of those students, wandering the familiar streets of the cosy Winter village with Chloe.

Ever since she found out you fancied Oliver Wood, she had been teasing you relentlessly. Hogsmeade trips were no exception.

"Should we go in the Three Broomsticks?"

"Why? Hoping to bump into Wood there?"

You glared at Chloe, but had no comeback.

"He's here somewhere, you know," she added, "Your insane husband finally took a day off quidditch."

"He's not my husband."

"You wish he was."

You sent another glare in her direction.

"He hasn't corrected anyone who says it," she continued, "I think that's a pretty sure sign that he likes you back."

"You- you think so?"

"In what world is it not?"

You shrugged, "This world, maybe."

Chloe scoffed, "C'mon, let's get some butterbeers."

As the two of you entered the homely pub, your stomach flipped at the sight of Oliver sat at a table with a group of people, including people from his year and members of the Gryffindor quidditch team. His eyes met yours when he looked up at the sound of the over-door bell ringing, and your stomach flipped again when his lips stretched into a smile.

You graced him with a smile in return before Chloe dragged you over to their table and then promptly disappeared to order drinks.

"Oh, sorry," one of the twins apologised, making you frown at him until he stood up and said, "Move over, Georgie, let L/N sit next to her husband."

"No, Fred, you don't need to-" you began to say, but they had already moved along the booth bench and sat down again, meaning you looked like a dick if you didn't take the space they had made for you. This presented you with a whole new dilemma: shuffle between the table and twins to get to the space, or shuffle between the table and Lee Jordan and Oliver to get to the space.

With the pressure of sitting down growing, you took the side that was closest to you, which happened to involve Oliver. You got past Jordan with little to no uncomfortable physical contact, but the table was slanted in a way that meant there was less space between Oliver and the table than with Jordan.

"Sorry, lass," he said, gently brushing his hands against your hips to help guide you smoothly past him.

As you sat down, your thigh rubbed against his, which made heat rush to your cheekbones: you couldn't help but notice how everyone was staring at you, which made you very grateful for Chloe's return.

When she saw your seating position, she opened her mouth as if she was about to say something, but evidently decided against it before grabbing a chair from another table to sit down. The group fell into individual conversations as you remembered something you had been meaning to tell Oliver.

"Oliver."

He hummed, turning his attention away from another conversation.

"My nan owled this morning - she said you can come over and meet her during the Christmas holiday."

Then you were encompassed in a tight hug: something that never failed to catch you off guard when from Oliver Wood.

"At this rate I'll actually have to marry you, lass."

Blood swarmed to your ears at the furthered prospect of marrying him, and to prevent an awkward silence you said, "I don't think we can legally get married."

"Yeah, not right now we can't."

You wished him saying that didn't spark the inkling of hope it did.

"Anyway, uh, if you do want to visit, I can owl you about it to arrange a time."

He beamed at you, "That would be great, thank you, lass."

"It's nothing, really."

It was far from nothing: these interactions meant the world to you.

***

Today was the day you had been long awaiting.

The day that Oliver Wood, Gryffindor quidditch captain and your long-time crush, would be coming over to your famous grandmother's. You were staying at hers for a couple of days specifically for the event, despite the fact he was unlikely to be there for more than a few hours. You just didn't want your grandmother to think you were only visiting her for him.

It was arranged that he would arrive via floo powder, and so you were anxiously sat on the sofa across from the fireplace. Your grandmother was in the kitchen making tea, and you were partially grateful she wasn't there to witness the state you were in.

In the corner of your eye, the fireplace lit up in green flames as a figure emerged from it. There Oliver was, grinning at you, while he wiped off the soot from his travel. You were quick to hand him a rag to aid with the cleaning up.

"My nan is just in the kitchen," you said, making him frown, which made you frown in return.

"Not even a hello?"

Your eyes widened, "Oh- sorry- I just- you're not really here for me though, are you?"

He stared at you expectantly.

"Hello, Oliver."

"Hello, lass, it's good to see you."

Your grandmother then entered the room, and nothing warmed your heart more than watching Oliver's eyes light up with pure excitement and adoration. He began gushing to the famous Grace Landen about his passion for quidditch as well as what an inspiration she had been to him. For some reason, you didn't feel awkward stood there in silence as you watched them, nor when you had all sat down with cups of tea on the go.

It was only when Oliver turned to look at you did you realise you had perhaps been staring for too long.

"You should see your granddaughter here, though. She's clearly inherited some of your talent - it's a shame she doesn't play."

Never had a compliment left you so flattered.

"You managed to get her up in the air?" your grandmother said, evidently shocked, "I've been trying to convince her for years, but she's always refused."

"Really? I swear I only asked like twice before she agreed."

"Well, that's probably because she likes you a lot - Merlin knows she doesn't shut up about you."

You must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights as Oliver turned to look at you again.

"Excuse me, I have to-" you stood up, raking your mind for a reason to leave, "-use the toilet."

You didn't just hear the silence- you felt it as you hurried out the room.

Rowena knows it took you a long time to bring yourself back to a composed state: in fact, you ideally needed longer but you couldn't 'use the toilet' for a suspicious amount of time. So, you worked up the courage to return, and just as you reached the doorway to the living room, you overheard them talking.

"She is a smart young woman."

"To be honest, she's more than a woman to me."

That was when your grandmother caught sight of you, smiling at you as you were forced to re-enter the room. Despite her evident friendliness, the atmosphere was awkward as you sat down next to Oliver again.

Your grandmother sensed this, and broke the silence by saying, "I have lamb in the oven if you would like to stay for dinner - we'd love to have you."

Oliver smiled, "If it's no bother to you."

***

You didn't see him again over the Christmas holidays, and you were definitely mad about that. At this point, as you dared to hope, Oliver had basically confirmed that he at least enjoyed your company. "More than a woman to me." That sounded like a love confession, if you were truly honest, but you didn't want to set yourself up for too much disappointment.

Currently, your problem was that Chloe had stayed at Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays, meaning you didn't know where to sit on the train. It felt too selfish to take up a cabin by yourself: not that that was an option, as everywhere seemed to be occupied by at least a couple people. As you progressed up the train, you caught sight of Oliver sat in a cabin with a few members of the quidditch team: it was of no surprise to you that he had already called them together for a meeting. He really did too much sometimes.

You could hear the Weasley twins especially grumbling as Oliver spoke, making you roll your eyes as you entered the cabin. "Rowena, Oliver, can't you wait a few minutes before forcing a quidditch meeting?"

"This is importa-"

"How many of you are here against your will?"

The Weasley twins immediately rose their hands, and everyone else slowly followed, giving shameful glances towards Oliver.

"Okay, you're all free to go," you said, gesturing towards the open door. Everyone began shuffling out, muttering their thanks towards you while Oliver stared at you in disbelief.

"You don't have the power to do that."

"Clearly, I do."

He frowned at you.

"Right, see you at schoo-"

"Where are you going?"

"Well- I- I don't know. Elsewhere?"

"Why? Smith isn't on the train."

"I mean I know but I- you-"

"Sit down, lass."

***

It wasn't long before the next quidditch match - in fact, a matter of a couple of weeks. Those weeks were long enough for it to be established that people still referred to you and Oliver as married, and also long enough for you to realise you were possibly in love with him. You had never imagined you would get close enough to him for the feelings to progress past a crush.

The match was Gryffindor versus Slytherin, which basically meant everyone versus Slytherin, so you were glad you had to deal with no inner conflict about who to cheer for (as even if it was Ravenclaw playing, part of you would have wanted to cheer for Oliver).

You were stood in the stands along with a mix of Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, keeping your eyes glued on Oliver by the hoops. He was an amazing keeper: something you had expressed to your grandmother repeatedly.

As he saved another goal, you let cheers leave your mouth, lost in the sound of the people around you. For a brief moment, it appeared as if he looked in your direction with the biggest grin on his face, but you were just a face in the crowd so he could have been looking at anyone. To be honest, you weren't sure why you dismissed yourself like that, since you were at the very least close friends.

Hopefully more.

The match progressed as rain began to fall from the sky, but no one was budging from the stands or the pitch. You didn't even bother to cast an umbrella charm as you kept your eyes glued to the man that held your heart. To most people, he was far from the highlight of the match, but to you, he was the only thing you could focus on. Harry Potter was where other people's eyes rested: it appeared he was in the race for the golden snitch.

You finally parted your eyes from Oliver to watch Potter chase down the snitch with Malfoy close on his tail. Malfoy wasn't a bad seeker, sure, but he could never compete with Potter's natural talent.

To be honest, you don't think you've ever been more ecstatic for a quidditch game victory - not even for your own house. Everyone except the Slytherins appeared to match your energy, however, as the audience erupted in roars of praise and excitement. Harry Potter held the golden snitch up proudly in the air with his team members circling him.

"GRYFFINDOR WINS!" Lee Jordan yelled into his wand.

The second the teams had disappeared off the pitch you pushed through the crowd to run down to where the changing rooms were. The Gryffindor team weren't yet in the changing rooms, as they were still cheering and congratulating each other outside, meaning you didn't have to wait to see Oliver. He caught sight of you almost immediately, and his face stretched into an even wider smile as he began moving towards you.

It must have been the adrenaline that fuelled your actions, because you would have never done it normally, but you ran towards him and found yourself jumping into his arms. He quickly caught you, and you pushed away the scent of sweat as he span you around.

As he stilled from spinning you, you looked down at his face to see him looking up at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes - the same adoration he displayed when talking about quidditch. Those same eyes flicked towards your lips, making anticipation bubble inside of you as you looked at his. Then you mustered up even more courage inside of you and moved your hands from his neck to his head before kissing him in a rushed manner. He reciprocated your actions, even when one of the Weasley twins hollered, "Get a fucking room!"

You felt a hand move from its grip on your thigh, and parted from the kiss to see him flipping off the rest of his team. All at once, the adrenaline and courage left you at the sight of the team's eyes on you, which made you drop entirely from Oliver's hold and partially hide yourself behind him.

He merely laughed at you, before ordering his team to get changed which gave you a brief moment alone.

"You reek of sweat, Wood."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Wait for me?"

You nodded, and he pressed another quick kiss to your lips.

"See you in ten, lass."

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parts: || one | two ||

masterlist

written; 16/06/2022 —> 04/07/2022 published; 05/07/2022 edited; —/—/——

[elisedonut]

I was messing around with a soulmate au generator for writing reasons iykyk

I'm not going to use this one because it just wont work for the pairing i have to use for this fic but look at this

"Every insult your soulmate hears about you appears on your skin"

and tell me that wouldn't be fun

for once in my life(/j) my first thought was actually that it would be interesting with Perciver

The twins: complaining about Percy as they do

Oliver: wanting to strangle them but unable to since he needs them for Quidditch

Percy in the library staring at his wrist as insults slowly take over his skin: huh

[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

[moreespressoformydepresso]

The Flints are a sacred 28 family, and the fandom seems to have accepted that they have ministry positions and are rich.

Imagine muggleborn Oliver coming over for a cute “meet the parents” scenario with underlying strain because while Marcus’ parents aren’t death eaters dating non-purebloods is very taboo in high pureblood society. Except they’re about half an hour late because Oliver was frozen in shock for a while when they arrived at Flint Manor because “Merlin, Marc, THIS is your HOUSE?!?! You didn’t tell me you live in a caste!!”

“It’s a manor, Ollie.”

“WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?!?!”

[criesinliess]

━APRIL 2023; susan's recs

FATE: THE WINX SAGA

━━RIVEN

i’m jealous of the way @imkylotrash

hold my girl @↑

call me back @randomimaginesforrandompeople

scared to death @↑

little sister @↑

one-on-one @novawrts

HARRY POTTER

━━GEORGE WEASLEY

it takes two @ickle-ronniekins

━━ DRACO MALFOY

just friends — masterlist @bwbatta

━━FRED WEASLEY

selfish @george-fabian-weasley

━━OLIVER WOOD

blind to it @heloisedaphnebrightmore

MARAUDERS ERA

━━SIRIUS BLACK

all your fault @heloisedaphnebrightmore

absurd ideas @↑

crimes of jealousy @↑

gentle seduction @↑

cause i don't want you like a best friend @evermoreal

━━JAMES POTTER

five times james wanted to kiss you and the one time he did @moonlitmeeks

hey, james! @heloisedaphnebrightmore

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

knight in shining armour @givemea-dam-break

the poltergeist @↑

jealousy @↑

how to dance @↑

hidden by the new stars @↑

stunning @vi-trying-to-survive

you can hear it in the silence @tangledinlove

just another love song @↑

pretty boy @maraschinomerry

GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

he just sounds like that @amsgrey

of antidotes @honeyfict

dense @↑

love language @genyakosstyk

dive into the waves below @↑

of kings @yelenasbraid

everything @theowritesstuff

deathly fever @webslinger-holland

another dream @↑

take it slow @amsgrey

━━NIKOLAI LANTSOV

yours no more @theowritesstuff

wanting was enough @genyakosstyk

OUTER BANKS

━━RAFE CAMERON

dating john b's sister @a-aexotic

midsummers @butgilinsky

blueberry pancakes @↑

tension @↑

and isn't it just so pretty to think? @folkloreslovechild

heartbroke bitch; guess you really did it this time; kiss for kiss, heart for heart; a crack in the glass @fandomxpreferences

dirty litte secret @↑

passenger princess @sunraies

cupcakes and rainstorms @↑

fair play @laiiaaa

dancing with our hands tied @forevermoreharrington

━━JJ MAYBANK

hot for a pogue @butgilinsky

the last year @↑

the part where you kiss me @laiiaaa

THE BEAR

━━CARMY BERZATTO

sink in @nymphlamp

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

━━BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW

delirium @kyber-crystal

head in the clouds @↑

MARVEL

━━BUCKY BARNES

the last first kiss @witchywithwhiskey

almost believing @intrepidacious

insomnia @↑

first date, last night @↑

not even a little @↑

heal me, baby @↑

━━STEVE ROGERS

moving on @intrepidacious

━━LOKI LAUFEYSON

clouded judgement @heloisedaphnebrightmore

silly misgardian @↑

SCHOOL SPIRITS

━━WALLY CLARK

hopes and fears @general-fanfiction

i want to help @anthemabby

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

love her too @divine17

[redheadspark]

Hi! For your falling in love prompts may i please request “i genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when i look at you. i think i’m going a little crazy.” with oli wood 🍀💗

A/N - I find this simply ADORABLE for our Oliver! Thank you for requesting it, anon!

Focus

Summary - Oliver was always focused when it came to playing Quidditch. But leave it to someone else to have him loose that focus within a second

Warnings - Just some fluff

If Oliver was good at one thing, it was focus.

Oliver was amazing at it, both on the field and off the field in his class. His mind would zone in on the prize or objective and it wouldn't steer away until he was successful. It was one of the main reasons he was amazing with his studies and marks in all of his classes, and even better as the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. There was nothing that could distract him when his mind was in the zone. The twins would joke and poke at him for that, calling him a "Robot" or lifeless when he was deep in practice. Yet Oliver never minded it, he knew what he was doing and he made sure success was always in his favor.

The only time he ever had a slip up, was with you.

Now it wasn't your fault, nor was it his fault. You and Oliver were barely dating, only a month and two weeks and you both were very happy and into each other. Although you were in a different, you would support Oliver during a Quidditch Game when he was't playing against your house. You wouldn't hear the end of it from your fellow Ravenclaws that you were dating the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, yet you were too happy to even care about what any of them had to say. You still supported him at his games and he would still support you with your studies and extra help with Magical Creatures.

So one practice, the lat one before they would play Hufflepuff, you went to go support Oliver and wait for his practice to be done so you both can go to Hosgmeade. Oliver wanted to take you on a date for enduring all of his late practices over the past week, plus he missed having some alone time with you and away from his teammates. You never minded him doing what he loved to do, mostly because you knew he wasn't consistently thinking of quidditch 24 hours a day.

Walking up to the one section of the stands that you always sat in, you wrapped yourself in your cloak to stop the small chill that was coming through, arranging your beanie on your head as you saw the Gryffindor team on their brooms, zooming around the the field and playing out the plays that Oliver already drew out for him. You were about to be comfortable when another set of steps were walking over in your direction. Looking over, you inwardly groaned.

It was one of your fellow House mates, a boy named Clint who was your year and a bit more pompous as a Ravenclaw. Even compared to the rest of your house, he was known for being too full of himself. It didn't too that he had a crush on you for awhile, and was a bit sour that you chose Oliver over him.

Whatever gave him that idea?

"I see you're here to support your boyfriend?" he asked, moving to sit next to you as you rolled your eyes and watching the practice continue in front of you both.

"I always do, Clint. What brings you out here since you hate the game?" You asked back, trying to sound civil but to no avail.

"Merely wishing to make conversation with you, and question your sanity for being with a Gryffindor," Clint replied nonchalantly, "Plus, I know some others are wondering the same thing as me,"

"Doubtful," You hummed, "You were the only one who seemed heated that I'm with him,"

Clint just chuckled as you saw him out of the corner of your eye sliding over a bit to sit closer to you. You were trying not to seem bothered by it, knowing how slimy Clint could be from time to time. Yet you always knew that Oliver knew you were there, and the last thing he needed was a distraction during his time at practice.

"You know you can always back out from him," Clint advised you, your eyes not leaving Oliver on his broom as he was circling around the goalpost to be ready for the next goal attempt. You didn't see it from your spot, but Oliver looked over at you briefly and saw Clint moving towards you in a sly way. He slowed down in his broom flying, knowing who Clint was from what you told him. He was starting to get concerned, knowing you could hold your own but Clint was also relentless.

"Clint, I don't know how many more times I have to tell you, I'm not interested in you," You explained, your patience was starting to dwindle.

"You've made that point very clear-" Clint was about to argue back when you shot him a look, watching him go into a bit of shock.

"And yet you're as dumb as rocks for not gettin through your thick head!" You sneered.

"HEY!" You both heard a shout from the goalpost, looking at Oliver who was watching you two like a hawk and was glaring at Clint. You saw the anger on his face, even when he was so far away. But within a second, your heart dropped.

Oliver was hit in the stomach by a bludger.

"Well, it looked like you're gonna have a bruised stomach for a few days."

"Aye, George feels awful about it. but I wasn't paying' attention to him,"

"I know,"

Oliver took your hand in his, you both sitting together on one of the Hospital Wing cots that wasn't being used. Madam Promfrey was more than willing to let Oliver come in after he took that nasty fall off his broom, you were grateful that was injury wasn't anything too bad or too dangerous. Clint ran off as soon as he saw what happened, You were wishing he stayed behind to punch him good for not only making advances on you, but for distracting Oliver from his practice. You would have a few choice words with him when you would return to the Common Room later that afternoon.

"Clint's a git," You explained, moving the ice pack from one spot on Oliver's stomach to the next, "I can't believe he did that out there,"

"Can't believe he tried to make a move on ya,"Oliver grumbled, squinting from the bruise as you gave him a sad look.

"I'm sorry for ruining your practice," You apologized, Oliver giving you concerned look.

"You didn't't! It was that Clint fella that did it," He explained, shifting to face you while he was still on the cot and holding your hand tightly, "You did nothin' wrong! I was worried that he was gonna get too close to ya when I could tell ya hated it,"

"I did," You agreed, "But still, you lost your concentration,"

"Well, to give ya credit, I always loose my concentration when I'm with ya," Oliver confessed sheepishly, you giving him a look of shock and bashfulness. He just smiled, showing he was not remorseful in what he said, "I genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at ya. I think I’m going a little crazy.”

You grinned, not wishing to loo like a utter fool but it happened anyway. Oliver merely hummed and leaned over to kiss your cheek, making you blush as he spoke again.

"You are amazin', and I'm lucky to have ya as my lucky charm," He confessed as you were smiling at him, "And if that git tries to make a move on you again, I'll send the rest of the team on him, Deal?"

"Deal," You replied, "Although, I already have a prank planned for him in the Common Room later tonight,"

"You've been talkin' to the twins more behind my back, haven't ya?"

"Maybe."

"Atta Girl,"

The End

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

Valentine Prompt Session

[neowriterperciver]

Headcanon 6

Percy Weasley got his first tattoo at the age of 16 at a Muggle tattoo parlor.

After that first tattoo, when he came of age, he got 3 more.

No one found out until after the war where all the brothers were at the Burrow and he was getting out of the shower and George came in and saw his tattoos.

And you know that George can’t keeps a secret.

[fly-you-dam-fools]

Jumper

He looked down at your frame, unable to resist a laugh when you glared back at him.

“It’s not funny!”

“Totally is, love.” He chuckled in response, lifting the sleeve that was draped on the floor, its tinted color reflecting back on his hand. “I never imagined that you’d look so good in my Quidditch jumper, but now with this…I don’t think I could think of anything better.” He put on a grin.

You rolled your eyes, the jumper still haphazardly wrapped around your shoulders like a misshapen scarf after he had tossed it over your head. Your hair was disrupted from its usual style, going in little twirls around your forehead and ears. And he couldn’t have found anything more endearing.

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