Oliver Wood

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prodigalpercy:

“well, if only you would stop LOSING, i could win some money back.” percy huffs. bagman’s got him beat again, and he slumps his shoulders a bit as he slides in the booth across from him. “but… i’m not here tonight to scold you.” he smiles and adjusts his glasses. he looks exhausted, and it shows. “i just wanted to … have a night out. enjoy myself for once.” he waves over the waitress and orders them both strong cocktails. “let loose. like old times.” as if they had old times like that - if you counted getting drunk at oliver’s flat. though, perhaps, that could be a hint into what was on the undersecretary’s mind. “i’ve missed that face of yours.” he smiles tiredly. 

“Maybe you should stop gamblin’. It’s a vice you know. Next, you’ll be drinking and who knows where that’ll lead.” Olver flashed their long-suffering waitress a warm smile, grateful for her patience before focusing on Percy again. It had been a few weeks since he’d seen the politician, but he seemed on edge. Tighter wound than usual. 

With a soft, almost concerned smile Olver leaned in so they could speak softly over the din of the pub. “You alright Perce? It’s been ages since I’ve seen you want to get wild.”

Not since his stag, Oliver supposed, but he was kind enough to keep that to himself.

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prodigalpercy:

percy takes the clothes and gives a tired nod. “i … s’ppose you’re right,” he slurs. “thanks,” he mumbles. he’ll stay. maybe when he’s sober, he’ll reevaluate this situation. he can’t exactly stay here forever. he goes to tug off his tie, putting it aside. he stands to unbutton the vest he wears and neatly folds it. it’s not like they haven’t changed before in front of each other before, considering they lived together for seven years. he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing an under shirt against his thin frame. “i owe you one, ollie.” 

Mumbling something to himself in his mother tongue, a teasing agreement that Percy did, in fact, own him before turning onto his side to watch Percy. 

Perhaps it was odd, he’d never watched Percy undress before, but through the haze of liquor and emotion, he found the svelte redhead transfixing. After a slow blink, Oliver became aware that he was being hardly subtle. That didn’t inspire shame, however, and he found himself asking. “You always had that birthmark?”

At least Oliver thought it was one, a small dot of skin a shade darker than usual for Percy in the sliver of skin between his undershirt and trousers. Perhaps it had been just a cluster of freckles that Oliver was misidentifying, but the question stood as a testament to his creeping. 

[fanonical]

shout out to all the underappreciated members of the gryffindor quidditch team for having more common sense than oliver wood

[fanonical]

according to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that an child should be able to fly. its broom is too small to get its fat little body off the ground. oliver wood, of course, flies anyway. because oliver wood don’t care what quidditch haters think is possible.

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prodigalpercy:

while his divorce from audrey has been a MUTUAL decision, it still causes wounds. six months have passed, and his newly found freedom has been jarring to say the least. he and audrey had not been intimate in the months leading up to their separation, but they still shared a bed. still spoke to one another. there hadn’t been empty walls and SILENCE. it’s been hard being a bachelor again; it’s hard being alone. coming home to NOTHING. he misses his ex. he misses his daughters. alas… this is the choice he made. 

it’s not like he planned this, but finding oliver wood at the pub PUDDLEMERE UNITED frequented wasn’t exactly a coincidence. “well, look what the bludger slapped in.” percy says, and he smiles at oliver and his teammates. “i’m watching you lot,” he says and points to his before flicking them at the quidditch players’ directions. “your loss to the falmouth falcons was brutal to watch.” he makes it a point to attend games when he came, when work allows him some time off to himself (and he makes a point to show his face in the locker room). “you all better kick arse against the wimbourne wasps, or we’re going to have problems.” he chuckles–he’s playing the role of politician, of schmoozer. but he really only has one thing in mind. “ollie,” he says, turning his attention to his former best friend. “come, let me buy you a drink.” he nods his head to the bar and adjusts his glasses. || @quidditchfirst

No one on the team had an open dislike for Percy or at least none they dared to show Oliver, but that didn’t stop a few members responding to Percy’s well-meaning barbs with an objectionable hand motion. One flipped the Undersecretary off without a care in the world, another provided a drunken pantomime of self-pleasure. All Oliver could do was laugh against the backdrop of jeers and crude humor before throwing an arm around Percy’s shoulder. 

“.Alrigh’ alright’.” Oliver waved off his team who seemed content to continue drowning their sorrows without having to amuse a stuffed shirt politician. ‘More for him’, Oliver supposed. Pulling away from Percy he slid into a booth, one sat a small way down from his team, waiting for Percy to join him; grinning as the redhead joined him a moment later. “I don’t want to hear anything about you losing a bet just because we lost.”

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thewrongsorts:

“Is that so, Wood?” Charlie asked with an affected disinterest and a mouthful of corned beef. He swallowed and shot a grin at his friends across the table, shrugging— this kid, right? 

The smile he gave Oliver wasn’t any less amiable, though. “So that sounds like you’ve been too busy t’have eaten yet, then.”

“Y-yes, Captain, an’ I really think we should take the chance. We got beat last time.” Oliver had immense respect for Charlie, he always had, and often he did well to simply accept Charlie’s choices without question but every now and again he found himself unable. Now and again all Oliver felt was a sharp sting; one he’d come to know well from his peers. Pushing the hurt aside he shook his head. 

“No, I hadn’t gotten food. I was going to take something for after practice. Had a big lunch...”

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prodigalpercy:

“yeah, we just need a few days to cool off,” he mutters, playing with a loose hem on his jacket. it’s a lie. he can’t tell the truth to oliver; he has no idea how oliver would even react. then again, oliver was always better friends with charlie and the twins than he was ever with percy… perhaps this truly is an inconvenience for the quidditch player. why did he come here? oliver hates him for not celebrating his triumphs–understandably so. should he leave? he should leave. he’s supposed to feel proud of himself, but there’s a sinking feeling in his stomach. he feels hurt, betrayed, and now… he’s paranoid. “i … “ his brows furrow, and he stands. “how… terribly rude of me,” he comments, shaking his head, a bit in a drunken daze. “i should just go to the leaky cauldron. i can’t – put you out of house and home – i – “ he thinks about the things he said, the thinks arthur had said, the things oliver and he just growled at each other about. what’s he even doing? oliver likes charlie and the twins more than him.

Oliver was more whiskey than man at this point, but the sound of derision that bubbled out of his throat was enough to jar even himself. Before he was aware of himself he’d stood, coming to stand in front of Percy with the clothes in his face. “Look, fucking hell, Percy you’re too drunk to apperate.”

Shaking his head he pulled off his shirt before falling to the bed beside Percy, his chest rising and falling slowly as he let a calm wash over him. fighting didn’t do them any good and if he was calm perhaps Percy would be too. “Stay the night, it’s safest. I really don’t mind.”

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prodigalpercy:

percy feels warm and gooey and off from the alcohol and the emotional turmoil. he has stuff in his trunk, but he doesn’t want to rifle through it right now. “i didn’t,” he mumbles tiredly, a little yawn escaping him. he adjusts his glasses and stares down at the floorboards. percy lets the silence hang. “… sorry – about my attitude.” he murmurs,  a little pout on drunken lips. “i … had a row with father, and i’m still… angry about it. i had no right to take it out on you.” 

At Percy’s admission that he didn’t have clothing Oliver nodded, stumbling to his feet to make his way over to his own trunk. In the small wardrobe he had he kept his robes, the few things he bothered to keep nice. Everything else was left folded in his old trunk. In his quest, he almost didn’t hear Percy’s next few words, but the solemn cool washed over him as the implications settled in.

“Oh...I’m sorry.” With an absent-minded hand Oliver pulled free some old clothing, muggle styled from his youth. “Think it’ll blow over?”

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[diredeor-archive]

quidditchfirst:

                                 "Oh, the thrill of the chase as I soar through the air                                   With the Snitch up ahead and the wind in my hair                                     As I draw ever closer, the crowd gives a shout                                   But then comes a Bludger and I am knocked out.“

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@lcghtnxng

“You’ve got a spankin’ good broom Harry, but it’s not the broom that makes the player. We’ve got some time before our next match, alrigh’? I want you to practice on a cleansweep for a time.”

It wasn’t that he doubted Harry’s skills, on the contrary, he knew McGonagall saw something special in Harry. “Some Seekers rely on speed alone, but it takes more than that. Don’t worry, we’ll switch you back to your Nimbus in time.”

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thornlessrxsearchive:

kill the idea that openly caring characters are boring

set on fire the line of thought that dictates that altruism is a bad thing and that selfishness/sassiness is an inherently more appealing and ‘~intricate~’ quality than an affectionate nature

smash and bury the concept of the false equivalency between angst and complexity

kindness and empathy are not synonyms for “blandness” and “lack of personality”

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Cedric is one of the few Quidditch players from another house team that Oliver likes. He doesn’t like the fact that he likes Cedric, and is often weirdly bitter about it, but he can’t deny that the Hufflepuff is an upstanding guy. 

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prodigalpercy:

“percy! percy, darling, please – don’t go. you and your father can sort this out, surely! percy – percy, please come back! percy, don’t – “ 

percy feels the drunk hitting him and moves to sit back down on his trunk. he finds his cigarette on the floor and snaps his fingers – it disappears. it’s probably the only little bit of wandless magic he can do, but he’s been practicing. “she’s well.” he says, squinting a little bit, his head spinning. “how’s your family?” 

“‘S fine...mum wants m’dad to retire. They’re itchin’ to go back to their village.” Everyone wanted to ride the coming war out. Oliver hadn’t been sure that there was trouble, but his mother seemed sure and that alone scared him. 

This didn’t seem right, being so at odds with Percy. Deep down it felt wrong. With a sharp clearing of his throat, Oliver took the seat at the table, watching the redhead in his living room. “You bring something to sleep in?”