#oliver wood headcanon

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Oliver stress-eating when he's lovesick and Percy studying while just holding up a tin of biscuits, not really listening to Oliver's rambling about whatever girl he's into this month

[oncasette]

𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒…

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦, 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥…

second chance romance hc

…𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡

[honeyteanocoffee]

Oliver Wood Goblet of Fire (Pt 1)

@holyhead-harpy gave me a writing prompt about what it would look like if Oliver hadn't graduated yet in GOF. You can see my brain dump here and see my headcannon about Oliver having 2 Hufflepuff moms here, but I am finally making progress on writing the actual fic. I am an incredibly wordy person and this prompt gave me so many ideas that I'm going to split it up into multiple parts. I am just finishing my senior year and I have alot to plan so please be patient, but here we go

word count: 3.2k

warnings: I accidently wrote 3.2k words worth of angst but I promise it's not that bad and it's mostly context so stick with me

Finding Out He Isn't Quidditch Captain

Oliver Wood lived in a cute two-story house in what you might call a “wizard’s suburbs.” As magical beings, wizards built and lived in different types of neighborhoods. The Weasley’s, for instance, lived in an isolated neighborhood. There were other families that lived in the area, but the neighborhood was greatly distanced from other towns and communities. However, wizarding suburbs aren’t distanced from muggle neighborhoods. A good Muggle-Repealing Charm tends to do the job and, if there happen to be any wanderers, the neighborhood doesn’t look any different than a typical muggle community. 

Kathy and Bridget Wood opted to live in a wizard’s suburbs when they first settled down together. They had already been living in the neighborhood for three years before they decided to get pregnant and have Oliver. It was important to both that they have a large front and back yard. Kathy, so that she could teach Oliver how to play quidditch in the comfort of their own home, and Bridget due to her career as an Owl Trainer. Oliver certainly loved the neighborhood he grew up in. 

Growing up in a neighborhood surrounded by other wizards, he didn’t need to hide his magic or love for quidditch. He made several wizarding friends before he even began at Hogwarts. He and the other kids used to tumble and fly around his backyard. As he sat on his porch, waiting for his school letter, he tried to ignore his racing, intrusive thoughts by remembering his favorite memories on that very yard. The times he used to watch his mother practice her “seeker” skills, the first time he got to fly on a broom, the time he and his moms sat on the porch eating ice cream after he fell trying to catch the snitch. He had all these lovely memories, but it was nonetheless impossible to recall any of them as he waited for his letter. 

It was Oliver’s last year at Hogwarts. His last year on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. His last year…his last year as Team Captain. That is, if his letter included the pin and letter of congratulations. 

He leg continued to bounce incessantly, his right hand gently rubbed the blades of grade between his fingers, but his eyes were set on the sky. That damn, clear blue sky. 

He was the logical choice for quidditch captain. Right? He continued Charlie Wesley’s legacy by keeping the Gryffindor Quidditch scores up. He had been captain for 3 years already. He worked himself to the bone practicing on his own and studying plays from old quidditch matches. He pushed his team to the brink of breaking so that they could improve, as well as himself. It was logical that he be captain this year. Right?   

This cycle of nervousness wasn’t new to Oliver. Every year since his third year, he would get anxious before opening his letter. The gentle, nearly silent flap of Bludger’s wings suddenly pulled Oliver out of his thoughts. He rushed to his feet, stumbling on the wooden steps of his porch. He said a silent prayer as he waited for the clumsy owl to get closer, and the letters floated down to Oliver’s hands. A couple of letters for his moms, one from Percy, one from you, and a last one from Hogwarts. Oliver’s knees almost gave out under him when he recognized a distinct lack of weight in that last letter. He tore the envelope open before Bludger even landed on the porch’s rail. His heart sank when he realized that the only thing in the envelope was a list of school supplies. 

In a moment of shock, he stuffed the letter into the envelope and slowly made his way into the house. His chest was tight, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, yet he was suddenly sensitive to every little noise. The hinges of the front door squeaked as he gently pushed it open, and he winced as the floorboards creaked while he tried to sneak back into the house. He tried to avoid his mothers’ eyes while they worked in the kitchen so that he wouldn’t have to talk about this. He dropped the letters on the dinner table. Unfortunately, the noise it created was louder than he intended, and his moms turned to look at him. 

Bridget closed the kitchen cupboard to pick up the mail and Kathy looked up from chopping carrots and smiled at Oliver. 

“So, what’s the word bug?” Both Kathy and Bridget were well aware of Oliver’s anxieties and how seriously he took his career as a quidditch player. He wrote to his moms every day when he was at school, so they were more than aware of how much his time on the quidditch team meant to him. They’ve been supportive of his love for quidditch since he was able to hold a broom. Especially Kathy, seeing as she was the one to introduce him to the sport. They were ecstatic when he received his first letter pronouncing him the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. Oliver had been scouted the previous school year and the scouts from several teams enjoyed his passion and intense love for the sport. 

Unfortunately, Oliver found that he couldn’t even take a breath without shaking and bordering tears. His breath hitched and, when he turned to face his mom, he couldn’t even look in her general direction. Kathy set down the knife, wiped her hands, and made her way towards Oliver. She gently cupped his face in her hands and forced him to look at her.

“Ollie?” Her voice was hardly louder than a whisper. Oliver took his first whole breath since opening the letter, and his whole body shook. He finally looked his mother in the eye and his eyes quickly swelled with tears. 

“Oh…honey,” Oliver turned his head slightly to look at his mom who was holding his school letter in her hands. Kathy also turned and quickly put two-and-two together when she noticed the lack of a pin in the envelope. Oliver closed his eyes; a silent tear fell down his cheek and Kathy wrapped her arms around him. His head fell to her shoulder and Bridget came to his side to hug him as well. He let out a sob as one of his moms held him close and the other slowly stroked his hair and back. The three of them stood there quietly until Oliver was able to take steady breaths. He took a small step out of the embrace from his moms, but he still held Kathy’s hands in his and touched his forehead to hers. Bridget cupped his face in her hand and wiped his last tear with her thumb. 

“You know we’re still proud of you,” Bridget tilted her head so that she could look her son in the eye, “Right?” Oliver managed to smile. He opened his mouth, as if to respond, but all he could let out was a shaky breath. 

“I think…I think I just…need to be alone right now.” He looked at the floor and continued to slowly step away from their embrace, but Kathy wouldn’t let go of his hands. “Hey,” Kathy squeezed his hands as if to remind him that they were there for him, “We love you.” Oliver smiled slightly at his moms, “I love you too.”

Bridget pressed a kiss to his temple and Kathy squeezed his hands once more before finally letting them go. He slowly made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. His moms shared a concerned look before returning to the kitchen to finish dinner. 

Normally, quidditch was Oliver’s stress reliever. The way his body floats off the ground when he first pushes off the ground, the way the wind whistles by his ears when he does laps, even watching the different balls soar in the air is oddly calming to him, like watching a waterfall. But now, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes tear up again at the very sight of his broom leaning against his wall. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling his sheets, still unsure that this wasn’t all a bad dream. He turned on his side and saw the clutter of photos on his nightstand. He took a deep breath, sat up, and grabbed the closest frame. 

It was his favorite photo of the two of you. Ollie loved to spend time on the quidditch field, so picnic dates on the field were common. One evening, Oliver surprised you with a picnic and made plans for a nighttime flight to look at the stars. Unfortunately, the twins decided to crash your little date. Before Fred jumped out from behind the stands, George managed to get a cute photo of you. For Oliver’s birthday, Georgie framed it and gave it to Oliver. 

He held this photo in his hands but looked up at the others on his nightstand. There was a photo of him and the other Gryffindors raising the Quidditch cup after last year’s win. I had taken the photo and McGonagall printed an extra to give to Oliver. There was another of him and Percy lounging in the Gryffindor common room. You had just finished the last of your exams and were enjoying your other hobbies that had been neglected. Percy’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he was hunched over his Advanced Transfiguration book. Oliver was stretched out on a long couch and gently flipping through a book about different quidditch plays. The last of the photos was one of Oliver with a bass in his lap surrounded by other Gryffindor boys. Fred and George both had guitars, Dean was fidgeting with drumsticks, and Seamus was spinning on the drummer’s chair. The boys were laughing at something, and it was nice to remember the happier and cozier memories at Hogwarts. A hesitant knock at his door stopped Oliver from getting lost in his thoughts. 

He took a deep breath, “Come in.”

Bridget peaked her head into the room and gave Oliver a small smile, “Dinner’s going to be ready in 10 minutes.” 

Oliver smiled back at his mom, “Ok.”

He looked back down at the picture of us, and Bridget slowly made her way to sit by her son. “What are you thinking about?”

Oliver’s eyes were focused on the photo. He couldn’t bring himself to look at his mom and her eyes filled with concern and pity. He took a deep breath before responding, trying to stop himself from crying again. 

“I don’t know,” he whispered back to his mother. He was filled with so many emotions. So much so that he felt almost numb to it. 

“Did y/n get her pin?” 

Oliver ran his finger over the wooden frame, “I haven’t heard anything.”

“Maybe you should open these then.” Bridget handed Oliver the letters from you and Percy that he had left on the kitchen table when he came in the house earlier.  

“You can open them later. When you’re ready.” Bridget moved off the bed and knelt in front of Oliver. She brushed his hair out of his face and cupped his face in her hands. Oliver looked up at his mom and she smiled back at him. 

“We love you so much Ollie. And we are so proud of everything you have done these past few years. So proud.” 

Oliver took a shaky breath and tried to avoid eye contact, but his mom moved her other hand to hold his face steady. 

“You are an incredibly talented quidditch player. Hell, you are more passionate about the damn sport than your mother,” Oliver let out a small laugh and Bridget smiled, “If McGonagall thinks that someone else could be a better captain, then maybe transforming into a cat has messed with her brain. You have worked so hard to get to where you are and everyone in that school knows. I know it, your mother knows it, and those scouts from last year definitely know it.”

Oliver opened his mouth to retaliate against what his mom was saying. Almost everyone at Hogwarts saw Oliver as this composed, competitive, quidditch obsessed, proud Gryffindor. The only people at school who knew that Oliver was actually an incredibly anxious, overthinking, and secretly stressed person was Percy and you, and maybe McGonagall. But, before Oliver could say a word, his mom interrupted him. 

“No, Oliver. Somewhere in you, you know that I’m right. Your mother and I could not be prouder of you and next year. You could play on any team that you want and next year, when you’re training on the reserves, your mother and I will be there in the stands cheering for you. The only person who might be louder than us is y/n.”

His mom stood up and kissed the top of his head, “We love you so much Ollie, and not being quidditch captain for this year is not going to change that or anything else you have accomplished.” 

Bridget started making her way out of Oliver’s room, “Remember, dinner’s almost ready.”

Oliver put the frame back on his nightstand and began to open the letters from me and Percy. Oliver and Percy had one of those relationships where they never necessarily mentioned their emotions but they both knew they were there. Percy helped Oliver study so that his grades wouldn’t fall so low that he would get kicked off the team. Oliver kept Percy grounded and reminded him to take breaks. Percy was also kind of the reason Oliver and you got together in our 5thyear. 

As the Slytherin Quidditch captain, you had a bit of a rivalry (naturally). Unfortunately, Percy was your closest friend. Percy was the one who basically facilitated your rivals to lovers love story, which is ironic seeing as he hated when the two of you would even sit on the same couch.

Percy didn’t write letters too often. He only wrote to invite (tell) Oliver to family events (often to keep Percy sane) or to give him some big announcement. On the other hand, you wrote Oliver once or twice a week, unless we had spent the day together. 

Percy’s letter was mainly a “check-in” letter, letting Oliver know that he was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts. There was a little line about how he had received his Prefect’s badge. It was so simple and short that Oliver could practically hear Percy shrugging his shoulder and saying, “Of course.”

But Oliver’s breath hitched when he read the end of that paragraph. 

“I got my Prefect’s badge with my letter today. My mom is overjoyed, but it’s nothing special at this point. Who else would they make Prefect? I’m sure you’re excited about your Quidditch Captain’s pin (even though everyone knows that you’re going to be captain this year). Here’s to hoping this last year of quidditch doesn’t distract you from your academics too much. Who am I kidding, y/n will probably strangle you the moment your work is anything less than perfect. I do see what you mean when you call her an angel, she makes my job of making sure your quidditch obsessed ass doesn’t forget about the other things in your life. 

Best,

Percy”

Oliver sniffed and turned your letter in his hand. He gently pried the envelope open and took a deep breath before pulling the parchment out. The two of you took pride in your houses, but you tried not to let them define our personalities. Nonetheless, Gryffindors and Slytherin often overlap in their strong sense of pride, and it was definitely true in your relationship. When you started dating, you had to set boundaries in terms of our quidditch wins. If you had a match against one another, you would each spend time with our teams before partaking in any sort of interaction more than a hug or smile (or the occasional kiss). It gave you the time to calm down and then appreciate and celebrate the other’s accomplishments. But the position of quidditch captain was more serious than winning a match. Oliver was scared to open the letter. What would happen if you were named the Slytherin quidditch captain while he wasn’t?

Would it change the way you looked at him? Would it change your relationship dynamic? Would he be jealous? Angry? Would he get over those negative emotions? Would this drive a wedge in your relationship? Was he an awful boyfriend for secretly hoping you weren’t the quidditch captain?

Oliver gently unfolded the stationery and scanned the letter. He smiled at the loving greeting you always started your letters with. He could practically hear the smile in your voice, and that was enough to make him forget the devastating news from today. There was nothing too special about the letter. You started it with a cheerful greeting, gave a recap of the past couple of days, asked him some questions, and signed the letter loving as Leannan. The only special news in the letter was about receiving your prefect’s pin, but there was no mention of quidditch. No mention of being captain, no mention of the sport anywhere on the paper. Oliver couldn’t help but be a little bit relieved. 

He dropped the letters on his desk before making his way to the dining room so that he would remember to write back before the night fell. 

He walked down the stairs, ever so slightly happier than when he walked up them. Bridget was bringing out the plates and silverware. Ollie went into the kitchen to help his mom carry the plates of food to the table. He lifted a heavy bowl of stew from his mother’s arm before she could start walking towards the dining room. Kathy smiled at her boy and thanked him before helping her wife get the drinks. Oliver sat down and started serving the plates. Everything felt perfectly domestic. As if he hadn’t just gone through a “career crisis.” 

The family sat down and began eating before anyone spoke. 

“Y/n says ‘Hi’” Oliver pushed the food around his bowl instead of looking at his moms. 

Kathy smiled and took that as a cue that this was a green lit topic to talk about. 

“How’s she doing?” 

Oliver couldn’t help but smile before he began talking about you once more. 

“She’s good. She’s been playing around with different arts and crafts. She’s hoping to show them to some of the kids at the daycare someday.”

Bridget let a second pass before speaking, “…any quidditch news from her?”

Kathy flashed her wife a warning look, but Bridget was determined to hear what Oliver had to say. 

“She’s been practicing with some of the other Slytherins, and she visited the Weasley’s a while ago. She didn’t get a pin either. Actually, I don’t know that. But if she did, she didn’t mention it in her last letter.” 

Kathy looked a little shocked at the news, “So, do you feel a little better now?”

“A little bit. I feel awful about it, but y/n is an amazing quidditch player and she works herself to the bone. She got her prefect’s pin though.”

“You and y/n are amazing quidditch players. There has to be something going on that you don’t know about, and you’ll figure it out,” Kathy reached her hand out towards Oliver, “But for now, we need you to remember how great you are.”

Oliver smiled and reached out to meet his mother’s hand. 

[pooks]

*at the first Quidditch team practice 1988* Charlie, the Quidditch Captain: Alright, let's welcome our new Keeper, Oliver Wood! Oliver, a wee second year: HAPPY TO BE HERE! :D Charlie: and...my little brother Percy, who's here for some reason. Percy, also a wee second year: I'm here as moral support and I got the first aid kit ready, just in case. :) Cassidy, the star chaser and second-in-command: Okay, that's really adorable. Are they inseperable or something? Charlie: *sighs* They are a package deal, I couldn't get one of them seperate.

[iconicstoner]

clothing swap

oliver wood x gn!reader

words: 538

summary: Oliver didn’t expect for someone to see him shirtless on the train, but that’s what happens after he spills his pumpkin juice all over y/n.

“Jesus Christ, did you just spill coffee on me?” Your voice jumps up as you feel the hot liquid seeping through your shirt. This is certainly not how you wanted your train ride back to Hogwarts to go.

“Well, it’s actually hot pumpkin juice.” At the sound of his rich Scottish accent, you look up to see a brunette with luminous brown eyes looking down at you. He has a small smirk, which doesn’t surprise you when you look down to see he’s wearing a Gryffindor quidditch sweater.

“You’re kidding me.”

“I am not.”

“Well, all my other clothes are in my trunk, so I guess I’m wearing this through dinner,” the words come out with an exasperated sigh as you push your head back.

“You can borrow my jumper.” He begins to lift his shirt, slowly revealing his toned body, clearly sculpted by hours of quidditch practice.

“Woah! You can keep your clothes on.” He smiles down at you and offers out his hand. With a hint of confusion, you accept, and he lifts you up effortlessly, which is another thing that would surprise you if it weren’t for his quidditch sweater. He quickly leads you out of your train car and towards the bathrooms.

“Where are you taking me?” He doesn’t answer your question, and instead opens the door to the bathroom. The door is somewhat jammed, and he has to lift the handle, but he clearly already knows this, and he opens it with ease. He motions for you to step into the bathroom and locks the door behind you.

“Here,” he says, his Scottish accent still enticing you, as he quickly throws off his sweater and passes it to you. You stare at him blankly, trying not to look directly at his toned body, but you can’t help yourself.

“Do you need me to leave?” He asks with a smirk, making you need a moment to compose yourself.

“No, this is fine,” you say hesitantly before slipping off your shirt, unsure of what to do with it. When you look at Oliver, his face is slightly flushed, and he’s staring right at your exposed body. He quickly clears his throat and makes eye contact with you as he grabs the shirt out of your hand.

“Wait, I’m not sure we’re the same size,” you say awkwardly as he starts to put the shirt on.

“We’re wizards. We’ve got magic to fix those kinds of issues,” he says with a small chuckle as he finishes dressing himself in your clothes. “So, are you going to continue to stand in front of me naked, or are you going to put my shirt on?”

“Oh, sorry,” you say flusteredly before quickly shoving on his shirt. He laughs softly before taking a step closer to you, his face just inches away from yours.

“I’m Wood. Oliver Wood. If you’d ever like to stand in front of me naked again, then write me an owl,” he says in a low playful voice that accentuates all the sexiness in his voice. His hot breath felt good on your neck, and you consider if you might need more time in this bathroom as he quickly unlocks the door and steps out.

[marixrose]

Hello hello! :3

Can i request for a hc for the harry potter boys reacting to mc putting a flower in the boys' hair and calling them 'cutie' while pinching their cheeks?

Thank u <333

Also, a sunflower for you 🌻

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Yes! My first Harry Potter character request!! Love to see it. Thank you for the sunflower love! 🌻💞

Just fyi I will not be writing for Harry Potter characters unless it is requested. I plan on writing a Harry Potter series like I have done with any other fandoms I write for, but I like to finish one fandom at a time 💕. Thank you for the request, I love writing for them <3

I have not written for Harry Potter characters in a WHILE, so I apologize in advance if these seem out of character. I also portray Tom Riddle as a yandere in some of my writing, I apologize if that isn’t your cup of tea.

Draco Malfoy—

✰ He is confused at first but thinks it cute

✰ He refuses to take the flower out of his hair until he physically has to

✰ He still thinks of the moment and it makes him smile (when he is alone of course, he will not be caught smiling silly like that in front of anyone but you.)

Harry Potter—

✰ He blushed not used to this affection

✰ He smiles wide and pinches your cheeks back

✰ He tells you that you’re cuter

✰ He somehow finds your favorite flower and places it in your hair a few hours later

Ron Weasley—

✰ Will be a stuttering mess

✰ Will quietly whisper a “thank you” with red cheeks

✰ Will call you cute back

✰ He is sad when he sees that the flower has died

Fred Weasley—

✰ Will laugh and smile

✰ He kisses you and gives you a flower

✰ He thanks you for calling him cute and he lists a whole bunch of other attributes about you “you’re cute, funny, smart….”

George Weasley—

✰ He thinks it is the sweetest things in the world

✰ He never throws away the flower, even after it died it’s in a hidden place

✰ When he misses you he just thinks back to that moment

Neville Longbottom—

✰ He gets nervous and doesn’t knows what to say

✰ Eventually he gets over being nervous and he says “thank you” and that he loves you

✰ He starts to tell you about the flower you put in his hair

Oliver Wood—

✰ Thinks it the cutest things every

✰ Brags about it at all of his games

✰ He keeps the flower in his jersey pocket (if there is one)

✰ He gives you a bouquet the next day of the same flower

Tom Riddle—

✰ Thinks it dumb

✰ Doesn’t say anything back he just walks away

✰ Deep down he thought it was cute and he hid the flower you put in his hair

[davidthewlismybeloved]

we all know who his crush is 🤨

[t1oui]

penelope clearwater headcanons

she hates quidditch. despises it. this makes being friends with percy, marcus, and oliver all the more difficult.

cho looks up to her like an older sister.

(she sits through all the quidditch talks solely for her sake)

penelope and percy are best friends, despite being in different houses. they just get each other in a way that the others don't.

she's panromantic and demisexual. when it comes to having crushes on people, she has almost no preference as long as they care about schoolwork.

penelope has always been proud of her house, but secretly, when she was younger (and as she grew up), she wanted to be in gryffindor. percy's the only one who knows.

she and marcus act a bit like an old married couple.

she ends up sleeping in percy's bed at least once a week. nobody knows how she gets in, because percy stopped giving her the password in 2nd year.

(when percy isn't there, maybe on a walk or already in oliver's room, she gets in adrian pucey's bed instead because he's the only one in that room other than percy who doesn't snore.)

penelope's patronus & animagus forms are both weasels

she becomes senior undersecretary to the minister for magic (aka percy). shenanigans ensue.

she may be nerdier than percy, but she also has way better fashion sense than him, and is probably the best dressed of the friend group.

she thinks romance, all romance, is funny. when percy and oliver get together they get no mercy from her teasing

most younger students are scared of her

when she and oliver found out remus was an alcoholic when he came to teach at hogwarts (even if he was trying to sober up), they broke into his quarters and made him give all his whiskey to the giant squid. surprisingly, it worked.

penelope is not, contrary to popular belief, a skeptic. she used to be, but then she met luna "probably a seer" lovegood and all that went out the window.

loves the hunger games books

breaks a lot more rules than you would expect (she is a member of the golden era's marauders, after all)

her favorite subject is potions

penelope is a genius muggleborn witch, and when she hears people calling hermione "the brightest witch of her age", penelope kind of hates her for it.

she's head girl when percy is head boy

she despises percy's family. where he's like "yeah my family sucks sometimes but i'm over it", she's ready to kill all of them.

on that note, she's a bit unhinged, but she hides it well. only her friends truly know the extent of it

she, percy, oliver, and marcus have meetings in the room of requirement. whenever she calls the meeting, she shows up at least five minutes late, for "dramatic effect" or something.

if she ends up with anyone, it's marcus, and it's not until they're like 28 or something. she kissed him on new years purely because she was annoyed at percy and oliver snogging right next to her

(if they have kids, they name them percival and cedric, which is cute and not confusing in the slightest :))

when they get older, in their 20s or so, penelope starts calling percy "mr. wood" whenever he says something stupid. within a year all of their friends do it. oliver always gets mock offended but actually he thinks it's hilarious

penelope is percy and oliver's oldest daughter, lucy's, godmother. lucy is obsessed with quidditch. penelope does not think this is as funny as percy and oliver seem to.

penelope was the one who walked percy down the aisle. it was the first time anyone (except him) saw her cry

penelope is obsessed with flowers, and she knows all about them. she forces her friends to garden with her. eventually professor sprout gives her some space behind one of the greenhouses to make her own garden.

when sirius is proven innocent or whatever he gets really confused about why there is a newly graduated penelope constantly gatecrashing to hang out with remus (turns out her and oliver forcing him to become their friend during 7th year paid off)

she and percy make like 20 spells together before they even graduate hogwarts, and they eventually co-author a book on magical theory.

penelope, percy, oliver, and marcus are all animagi, and it was penelope's year to try and do that. she didn't like the idea of having to keep a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a month, so she just invented a new way of completing the transformation.

(when sirius finds out they first transformed in 4th year and without mandrake leaves, he's pissed.)

penelope goes with percy as his date to the yule ball (while he's helping supervise it) solely because they want to snoop around

during quidditch games, she always cheers for whichever of her friends' teams is playing. if it's a gryffindor v slytherin match, she cheers for the team of whoever annoyed her the least that week.

(if she's been really pissed off at her friends lately, usually because of too much quidditch talk, she will go out on a ravenclaw game day with her face painted blue and bronze and scream her head off just to spite them.)

people are scared of her. she likes it that way.

[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.

[swolocup]

New thought:

Oliver wood owns a muggle camera.

Am I going to elaborate? Yes

Oliver totally got one from Percy in their fourth year during Christmas.

Oliver was talking about how he wished he was able to take photos of the team so he could make a bulletin of their set up.

Percy was happy to oblige and make his friend (boyfriend) happy.

Some of the photos also have just goofy things of the team.

For example:

The first photo Oliver took is a blurry photo of Percy in the Gryffindor common room with a large smile on his face holding a book on the “Greatest ministers of all time”, a gift from Oliver of course.

One photo has second year Fred and George pretending their beater clubs are swords.

Another photo includes Percy in his bed, hair tousled and he is clutching his stuffed bear. (Oliver keeps this photo in his pocket and kisses it before every match.)

There is a photo of Katie Bell going to swing at Fred for turning her owl into a bell. “Look at your Bell, Bell!” “DIE IN A PIT, WEASLEY!”

There is a photo of Percy studying, nose scrunched up and glasses on the very top of his nose as he looks down at a book he’s reading.

[eye-catching-tma-headcanons]

1: Jon is genderqueer and their pronouns are: he/she/they

2: Annabelle runs a small store that sells knitted accessories called "Yarn-Wear"

3: Gerry is agender and his pronouns are he/him

4: Oliver wears white fishnet gloves when he wants to feel fancy

5: Both Jon and Martin know how to sew clothes

1: Jon dabbles in so much gender-fuckery and I aspire to be just like them

2: The mech is 70% spiders web and the softest most durable crap you’ve ever seen and felt

3: Much like Jon, I aspire to be more like Gerry

4: Oliver is so dapper no wonder he invokes such jealousy

5: They become the honorary grandparents of Somewhere Else, no matter their actual ages

[department-of-landing-strategies]

And now memes:

[honeyteanocoffee]

Me: says I won’t write angst because I can’t handle the emotions

Also me: writes 2k+ words about Oliver Wood finding out that he’s not quidditch captain

[pooks]

Percy Weasley headcanon time, part 2!

all the Quidditch captains at Hogwarts crushed HARD on him

Oliver Wood: obvious reasons, they are roommates (oh my god, they are roommates), they're in every class together, Percy has canonically been at Gryffindor's Quidditch matches, etc. i could go on.

Roger Davies: captain of the Ravenclaw in case you don't remember( can't blame ya). but Percy is smart and clever, he would charm the pants of any Ravenclaw without even trying. a fellow scholar who plays Quidditch too. everytime Ravenclaw meets Gryffindor, he tries to impress but fails cause Oliver Wood.

Cedric Diggory: he got the biggest boy crush on Percy and it was literally his bi awakening. not only is Percy smart, but he's also incredibly kind and responsible. he takes a page of Percy's book and values good sportmanship (this is the reason why the twins can't stand him, they've seen him yearning after their brother)

Marcus Flint: he doesn't like any Gryffindor at all, not even when pigs fly and it rains lava. but Percy is different, he's the Golden Student of not only Gryffindor, but of the whole school (no he doesn't count Hermione). Percy is smart, clever, determined, kind, righteous and so incredibly pretty. if it wasn't for his blood status, then Percy would've been poster child of "the ideal spouse" the pureblood families always nags about.

Conclusion: Oliver and Marcus gets into fistfights every week because of this and no one relents until someone is nearly dead (the only reason Snape gives detention to a Slytherin, of all things, cause he didn't sign up for his own student's blood feud)

Poor Roger Davies gets friendzoned the whole time cause Percy genuinely believes they're friends and he can't ruin that cause Penelope Clearwater will literally murder him in his sleep

Cedric decides to play it safe, earn Percy's affection slowly and maybe the Perfect Prefect will fall for him...eventually.

Too bad Fred and George is deadset on NO ONE dates their brother...except maybe Oliver Wood, but he has to prove himself with twelve quests (that was a total lie)

Outcome: Percy eventually dates Oliver Wood and he's incredibly happy with him. He doesn't even know that his five brothers and baby sister threatens Oliver if he ever hurt him. He's mildly annoyed when he finds out, though.

[mirrorofliterature]

I'm pushing my neurodivergent agenda for perciver tonight wbu

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Neither Oliver nor Percy are particularly big fans of parties: they can be bearable, sometimes, even fun in the company of friends, but this one is sure to be crowded, and loud, and altogether a little bit overwhelming.

Celebrating together in the privacy and comfort of their dorm is much more their style.

[makerofrain]

headcanons should not be considered "OOC"

it's FAN fiction for a reason. i promise my headcanoning oliver wood as afro latino won't kill you-- or that hcing percy being autistic is not ooc but rather an interesting, realistic take of what we have in canon, and fanon so far