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“I’m home”, he said, giving what he considered to be his most winning smile. The smiling took a bit of effort, but hopefully it looked genuine. “Don’t even try that face with me. I am not one of your conquests, Magnus. I am your friend. We are supposed to get pizza, not do the nasty.” “The nasty? But I-” “Don’t.” She held up a warning finger. “I mean it. I almost didn’t come. But you sounded so pathetic on the phone I had to.” private + selective.
Biromantic, asexual Percy Weasely who has a crush on grey-aro, ace Oliver Wood. -R
Birom ace Percy and gray-aro ace Oliver who are great friends despite their many differences.
They have so many more things in common. They both strive for excellence. They both excel at what they love. They both have difficulty communicating with the people they care about. All of these helped them bond early on when they became housemates and roommates at the age of eleven.
Little Percy helped Oliver master his charms, and little Oliver helped Percy not fail his flying lessons. Charlie ruffled Percy’s hair and commented on how he was so happy his little bro had finally found a friend. Percy blushed and stared at the floor.
Percy always kept Oliver awake in Professor Binns’ first period history class after grueling quidditch practices the night before. On weekends Oliver always dragged Percy out of the library to the Great Hall for dinner aka his first meal of the day. (”I will send an owl to your mother, Weasley. So help me–”)
Oliver sat up with Percy every night he couldn’t sleep thinking about the Chamber of Secrets, first due to how his heightened security duties unnerved him even as the increased responsibility pleased him, then due to Penelope Clearwater’s petrification, and afterward because of his sister’s abduction into the chamber itself. Percy cried, and Oliver held him, and two boys who were usually so awkward about physical contact never felt more right or more heartbroken together.
In their final year, even as their lives continued to take diverging courses with futures in professional quidditch and at the Ministry of Magic, Percy couldn’t stop thinking about the boy whose presence had made his seven years at Hogwarts truly happy ones. Percy never missed a Gryffindor quidditch match that year. (He even turned up to watch tryouts and some practices.) He always waited for Oliver outside the locker rooms and–as the very last people leaving the quidditch pitch–they walked back to the castle discussing strategy and what went right or wrong that day.
When Gryffindor won the quidditch cup that year, the euphoria was infectious! The common room party felt just as exciting as the game, especially when they had commentator Lee Jordan recapping every play. Percy partied with Oliver late into the night until curfew when Percy had to shut everything down. The only way Percy could get Oliver to agree to go to bed was by carrying him piggyback up the stairs chanting “Gryffindor wins! Gryffindor wins!”
Percy dumped Oliver on his bed and then collapsed beside him, exhausted. (It’s not every night that scrawny Head Boys carry beefy quidditch captains to their beds.) Percy got up to push Oliver into a “normal” sleeping position, threw the quilt over him and turned to leave, but couldn’t. Oliver kept a firm grip on his sleeve. Percy asked what he wanted. Oliver moved over to the other side of his four-poster while never letting go of his roommate. Percy hesitated, but eventually slipped into the bed. Oliver and Percy cuddled and dozed until Percy had to leave for his late-night rounds patrolling the castle for any sign of escaped convict Sirius Black.
They didn’t talk much about it, but Percy and Oliver happily shared a bed for the rest of that year. They shared a compartment on the train ride home, and they slowly, achingly, tore themselves away from one another on Platform 9 ¾ to reunite with their proud families and to go forward in search of their respective dreams.
- Ravenclaw Mod
Oliver Wood is bipolar.
He frequently gets so manic he wakes his team up at all hours because he isn’t sleeping, he talks at a mile per minute explaining his ideas for quidditch, he sinks into low depressive moods after bouts of mania. *bangs gavel* headcanon accepted.
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“ ILS SONT FOUS, CES ROMAINS! ”
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hi hello this is a PLOTTING CALL for the royal group verse!
OLIVER WOOD, TWENTY-ONE YEARS OLD, PROUD HUSKY OWNER & SPORTS FANATIC. YEAH, PRINCE OF SWEDEN, TOO.
born in Scotland ( the childhood home of his mother ) and part-time raised there.
he found his sports interest at an early age, and practices football, swimming, golf & horseback riding.
he’s got a husky called Snitch.
Royal life was never for him, but he couldn’t do anything about the blood flowing through his veins. Oliver has always been known to run away to his non-royal grandparents in Scotland once every few weeks, just to enjoy solitude for a while. ( nobody had any objections to that, really. ) He is the captain of a football team to which he is extremely devoted to. Oliver’s teammates are the only people he consider his friends, seeing as they always treated him as a person and not as a prince. Ever since he was 15 he has spend several days a week on the field with them, trying to work them and himself into athletic perfection. ( it’s not really working, but he’s trying. ) When Oliver found out that he was marrying some girl he’d never met, he didn’t really mind. He had never planned to get married, or even date, and never viewed love or lust as something that really mattered. And if he was to marry this girl? sure, whatever. It would be just like having a roommate. ( his mother had smiled at that. he was still innocent at heart, he didn’t understand that he most likely had a storm coming. )
“i sort of did a stupid thing last night.”
he would have offered some life changing advice and general comforting but alas. ‘ yeah. same. ‘
❝ 100+ f.r.i.e.n.d.s starter sentences
“well, no problem, we’ll just use it to stop the bleeding.”
“this is huge! this is bigger than huge this is - what’s bigger than huge?”
“oh i’m so sorry, i just gave away the ending didn’t i?”
“i mean - how, how did this happen?”
“i mean isn’t that just kick you in the crotch, spit on your neck fantastic?”
“so what the hell happened to you?”
“there was always this little voice inside my head that kept saying its never going to happen.”
“i never would’ve gone for it with her if it hadn’t been for you.”
“how is that a silver lining?”
“you want to know what i’m thinking?”
“i was trying to spare your feelings.”
“okay, you have to stop the q-tip when there’s resistance!”
“okay, sweetheart, i’ll see you later.”
“you think you could close your eyes for just a sec?”
“i sort of did a stupid thing last night.”
“okay, ______, why don’t you just go get dressed and be on your way.”
“you’re not pathetic, you’re just sad.”
“this is about your horrible mistake.”
“okay, you’re going to have to not touch my ass.”
“you’re sure he’s going to be able to crack that code?”
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@ambivalensy.
face scrunched up, Oliver looked at some teenagers some twenty meters away. they were talking about some tv show they seemed to love, and talked about it as if it was real. ‘ how can they care so much about fiction? ‘
@captainflxnt.
‘ .. ‘ A glare. Fire burned in his eyes, fists clenching at his sides. Out of all the people who could loathe MARCUS FLINT, Oliver was the most extreme. ( It had started of as just team rivalry, but at this point it had gotten personal. ) ‘ sod off, Flint, or I swear I’ll be making yer face even uglier. ‘
NOTE; I am changing my alias to Altair. Please call me that in all situations unless we are talking ooc in private.
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