#poliver

[kachowblueninja]

Hypothetically speaking, how would yall feel about a pretty long perciver fic where theyre muggle college students at Hogwarts (a college) and theyre roommates?

[artthoufruity]

I actually really like soulmate au's when they're done properly

[the-1-bigshot]

They don’t have snow here.

Teaching him how to play

[boijustletmebe]

My reblog blog: @saltycollectionwhisper (Mostly Percy Weasley stuff)

----

My HP fanfics (All perciver atm):

could've: Oliver regrets letting him go.

the adventures of a perfect's sweater: Oliver has some sexy time with Percy's sweater, Adrian wants to be a Mediwizard and Marcus enjoys the leftovers.

only miss the sun: Oliver hasn't been coping well since Percy's wedding. Getting drunk and hooking up with people who remind him of the person he'd rather be with isn't the way to go, so Charlie confronts him and attempts to help. + Oliver tries to pinpoint the moment he fell in love with Percy.

muggle mood ring: Oliver's little cousin sends him a mood ring which leads to an accidental confession.

pretty percy: In 1987 Oliver can't help but think Percy is pretty even if others think it's strange. After years of silence, Oliver finally tells him in 1998.

how did you know?: After a confusing experience with his best mate, Fred decides to ask Percy for some help, knowing his older brother would know everything about falling in love with a best friend.

treat you: After Percy comes out as gay Charlie takes him on a date to show him how his future boyfriends should treat him.

mr weasley-wood: While Oliver's sitting at home looking at a wedding photo he gets a phone call from his husband asking is he could bring him some files.

tips: After finding out Harry's on the team the twins go and give him a tip.

with help from a younger brother: Lee and Fred help prepare Oliver to ask Percy out on a date.

amortentia: It smells like things the things you love and to Oliver that's his stuck up roommate.

boggarts: Professor Lupin decides the students needs some hands-on practice however this leads to Percy's biggest fear as well as his sexuality being exposed.

passengers: Percy needs to finish his essay, Oliver needs to get his crush under control and Fred & Lee need a ride back.

curiosity on the map: Harry notices something odd on the map, Fred and George explain.

halloween costume get together: Oliver gets Percy to agree to do a couple's costume with him.

mirror practice: "I remember practising how to ask you out in the mirror..." Oliver mumbled into red hair as his arms tightened around the man in his arms.

wanting more: They've got the physical side but they want the emotional side however they have careers to consider.

meeting the painting: Roxanne introduces Molly to the portrait of their Uncle Fred.

spilt truth: After Percy and Oliver spill Veritaserum on themselves, Fred and George make sure they spill some truth.

choices: Oliver is forced to leave the team because of his relationship with Percy. Percy doesn't understand, but Oliver would choose him over anything in the universe and he tells him.

love in divination: After falling for his best friend, Oliver experiences three moments of his and Percy's future in a Divination lesson.

[ukulelette]

(x)

[environmentalgay]

I take your headcannon and raise it

Instead of the whole "oh [character] is annoyed by ____ so I do it to rile them up" trope I give you...

"I remembered how much ____ bothers you so I made sure others stopped doing it"

"I know you don't like to do ____, so it's all done, don't worry about it."

Or, "How did you remember I don't like ____?"

Noticing an overwhelming/uncomfortable situation and saying, "Let's go over here for now, it's calmer"

Or, "Thank you for dealing with ____, I know it pushes you out of your comfort zone."

Teasing can be cute, but nothing is more satisfying than knowing a partner is actively caring/remembering needs!

[house-of-mercer]

p e r c y x o l i v e r

“calling it lunacy makes it easier to explain away the things we don't understand.” - megan chance, the spiritualist

[alovelylight]

be my stone

Percy and Oliver are excited about moving in together. Some other people, not so much.

AO3

It was a late Sunday evening that found Oliver sitting on his bed, a piece of parchment crumpled between his hands. Percy, on the other side of the room, noticed that he looked particularly disgruntled, his nose twitching in the telltale way it does and his eyes narrowing into a challenge.

“Hey, Ol,” Percy pulled his boyfriend from his reverie by plopping himself in front of him. “What's that from?”

“Just my dad.” Oliver sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Then he gave a smile that looked like it was crumbling at the edges. “Giving me crap about responsibility when it comes to our relationship. He thinks I'm 'not thinking clearly enough' when it comes to you because we're young and infatuated and apparently that means we're reckless and stupid.”

“Oh.” Percy looked down at his hands. “He's not pleased with the idea of us moving in together, I bet.”

“Yeah, like he's such a fucking expert on relationships.” Oliver glared down at the letter again as if it spoke up.

“He doesn't approve of me?”

The tone in Percy's voice - something terrible, something desperate - made Oliver pause in his anger. “No, beautiful,” he assured him, reaching forward to squeeze Percy's hand. “He shares your love for structure and appreciates your interest in politics. He's just, well, I don't even know. He's so...so...”

“Inscrutable?”

“I was going to say an emotionally stumped bastard who punishes his son for his own former misgivings.”

“Not sure if there's a specific term for that,” Percy scrunched up his nose. Oliver's father - an understating, private, quiet-voiced man - had struck Percy to be a hurricane hidden in a slow-burn armor. Oliver had to get his intensity from somewhere, and he never spent more than a few hours per year with his mom.

“We'll prove to him that this is our most viable option,” said Percy, not wanting to settle for anything less. “After all, we have enough gold in our vaults combined to purchase an apartment in London, and with your Quidditch and my Ministry work, we'll be able to support ourselves. And,” he paused, “we've shared a dorm for seven years, a bed for two. We know each other by now.”

“Ever so practical,” Oliver's lips curled into a fond smile. “You don't want to move in with me for the swooning romance of it all, huh, Weasley?”

Percy didn't let the teasing tone fool him by ignoring Oliver's underlying point. “That, too,” he said softly. “I want to be with you. Kiss you every morning and wear your sweaters that are too big and rest my head on your lap after a shitty day.”

“You already do those things, idiot,” Oliver laughed, a little color returning to the lines of his face. He pulled Percy closer, so that he was sprawled across Oliver's lap.

“I'll just do more of it, then,” he leaned down to press a kiss on Oliver's jaw. Oliver closed his eyes and let out a small moan, encouraging Percy to press hot, wet little kisses against his neck.

“We're going to be fine,” Percy murmured against Oliver's jawline. “Don't let your father discourage you, yeah?”

“It's hard not to. He let my mother go before; he's skeptical of anything to do with love. Even if it comes in the form a stunning, clever redhead with amazing freckles.”

“You're in love with me?” His hands stilled on Oliver's shoulders.

“Perce, that you even have to ask...” His boyfriend sighed. “I've been in love with you since you kneed Flint in the balls when he called me a poof in fifth year.”

“Prig deserved it.” Percy rested his head against Oliver's shoulder. “And you surely know that I love you, too. Somehow.”

“Yeah, figured out that much. With the whole moving in together and meeting your parents thing. Not to mention the mind-blowing sex you demand of me every night.”

“Don't be a wise-ass,” Percy tapped his fingers against his chest. “And speaking of mind-blowing sex, I believe we were just getting into it...”

Oliver laughed up a bright puff of amusement, making Percy smile. He then fell backwards onto the bed, pulling his boyfriend down with him. The letter fluttered to the floor.