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c’est magnifique — oliver wood
pairing: oliver wood x female!reader
prompt: when reader doesn’t get into the slytherin quidditch team because of one marcus flint, her boyfriend decides to take matters into his own hands.
a/n: online classes r finally OVER!! i’ll be able to work on you guys’ reqs now hehe
Marcus Flint—Slytherin’s Quidditch team captain—is, for lack of a better word, an absolute prick, and [Y/N] is having absolutely none of it.
“That’s rubbish!” she says incredulously, her hands throwing themselves in the air out of pure frustration. “You know as well as I do that I played better than Malfoy, and now you’re telling me that he got on the team and I barely did? As a reserve?”
Flint rolls his eyes. “But you didn’t give the team brand new brooms—Malfoy did.” His sneer contorts into a sympathetic simper as he claps her on the shoulder; [Y/N] recoils, glaring daggers at him. “Try out again next time when you actually have something to offer. Until then.. you’d be better off watching in the stands.”
“Something to offer?” she repeats, mouth actually falling open in blatant disbelief. “I’ve got more to ‘offer’ than Malfoy ever will! Actual Quidditch skills, for one, and Malfoy can barely even stay on his bloody broomstick!”
“Which, mind you, is an expensive broomstick—the same one the rest of the team has, all because of good old Lucius.” Flint nods ostentatiously, like he thinks leeching off of the Malfoys’ money is something to be proud of. [Y/N]’s brows are knitted together in pure incredulity as she stares up at him, shaking her head in disbelief. “So cry me a river and be on your merry way. I’ve got class to go to.”
[Y/N] seethes through her teeth and wonders what the consequences of punching someone in a middle of a busy hallway would be. Detention, that was for sure, but what kind?
Staring up at Flint, [Y/N] realizes that she hardly cares what kind of detention she’ll be receiving as long as she can put him in his place.
“I could hit you right now.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She takes a step closer to him, egged on by the white-hot anger clouding her better judgment. “You don’t think I can?”
“Please. You can barely even reach me without tip-toeing.” Flint lets out a deprecating laugh and reaches out to shove her by the shoulder—
Whack!
There’s a sickening crunch as the sound of a fist colliding with someone’s jaw cuts through the air. Flint falls to the ground, groaning in pain.
But [Y/N] hasn’t even as much as raised her arm. Her eyes are wide as she watches Oliver Wood—the perpetrator—pull Flint to his feet, wrenching him up by the collar and almost tearing it off his robes. She gapes as he pushes Flint up to the wall and, with the angriest glare [Y/N] has ever seen him wear, Oliver hisses through his teeth, “Stay away from her, you foul git.”
Flint’s eyes are wide with fear, but then his eyes dart around the hallway to see the countless students who have stopped in their tracks to witness the scene unfold. Hogwarts students, it seems, won’t pass up a chance for some good gossip—which is exactly what this is: Oliver Wood defending his girlfriend against the pompous Marcus Flint.
Flint hangs onto what little pride he has left and fixes his face into a sneer, smacking Wood’s hand away. “Whatever,” he grumbles, shoving past him to stalk off down the hallway.
[Y/N] is still very much riled up, but her concern wins over her anger and she rushes to Oliver, quickly grabbing the hand he’d used to punch Flint and skimming her thumb over his knuckles. “Oliver,” she sighs, frowning, her tone almost reprimanding. A bruise is already forming on his hand; he winces when she accidentally presses down on it. “You didn’t have to do that,” she mutters, glancing up at him, and despite her words, she can’t help the rush of gratitude surging through her.
Oliver is glaring after Flint’s retreating figure, jaw set and his gaze angry. But at [Y/N]’s words, his eyes soften and he looks down at her, pulling his hand away. “Bloody arsehole deserved it,” he glowers, and then his voice goes gentle as he grips her shoulders and asks, “Are you alright? He didn’t hit you, did he?”
[Y/N] shakes her head. Most of her initial anger is already fading away—an effect that Oliver always has on her—and, her tone slightly playful, she says pointedly, “I was about to hit him, though, until you stepped in.”
Oliver sighs, an exasperated smile resting on his lips as he pulls her into him and presses a kiss to her forehead.
—
“You want us to what?”
Oliver stares at the Weasley twins resolutely over the Gryffindor table. “Put sleeping draught in his drink or something, I don’t know. You lot know a great deal more about the—er—methods.. than I do. Just make sure Malfoy won’t be able to play in the match next week.”
Fred and George share a meaningful look. A moment later, the pair of them are breaking out into identical mischievous grins. “We thought you’d never ask!” beams Fred, eyes gleaming in a way that suggests he’s been waiting for this moment his entire life.
“Those Slytherbins have been playing far too dirty for too long—it’s time we retaliate,” says George through a bite of toast, nodding earnestly. Leaning forward, he asks, “Mind telling us why, though?”
“Yeah, we’d like to know why exactly we’re doing your dirty work.”
“And why you’ve turned to evil ways instead of fair play.”
Oliver shrugs casually, taking a swig of pumpkin juice. It’s at that moment that he catches eye of a certain someone entering the Great Hall. It’s [Y/N], and her gaze meets his immediately; her lips break out into a grin and she strides towards where he’s sitting on the Gryffindor table with the twins.
”Good morning, girlfriend,” Oliver grins, standing up to greet her with a chaste kiss.
“Morning, love.“
“Ah, young love,” gushes Fred, propping his chin on his palm.
“C’est magnifique,” says George. “Hey, [Y/N], did you get into the Slytherin team?”
”Yeah, what position did you try out for again?”
[Y/N] unwinds her arms from Oliver’s middle to turn to the twins. “Seeker,” she answers, swiftly grabbing a piece of buttered toast from the table. “And I got in the team—“
”You did?“ George cuts her off, puzzled. “But I thought Malfoy—“
“As a reserve,” continues [Y/N], visibly deflating, the expression on her face souring as she takes a bite of toast. "But it’s alright. I got in the team nonetheless. Let’s just hope Malfoy gravely injures himself and won’t be able to play—kidding, of course,” she adds smoothly, but the angry way she’s chewing her toast suggests that maybe she isn’t entirely joking.
Fred and George, meanwhile, have caught on. They glance at Oliver, who quirks his eyebrows up at them as though to say so you get it now?
And yes, they bloody well do.
—
On the day of the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Draco Malfoy is sent to the hospital wing. No one knows for sure why, but word has leaked of boils having mysteriously erupted somewhere in his nether regions that have rendered him unable to walk, much less fly around on a broomstick.
Surprised and elated beyond belief, [Y/N] dashes into the Great Hall that morning and practically throws herself at Oliver, squealing in joy as she slings her arms around his neck and starts breathlessly gushing on and on about “Quidditch—I’m going to play today—I’m going to be on the pitch!”
Oliver, grinning wildly, grasps onto her waist and twirls her around with little to no effort. [Y/N] can’t stop the breathless laughs that tumble out from her mouth; the thought of actually being able to play in a real Quidditch game with hundreds of people watching has her almost dizzy with excitement. “I’m going to play,” she says, out of breath as Oliver sets her down, hands still on her waist. Her eyes are wide and there is a smile on her face that doesn’t seem like it will go away anytime soon.
“Against me,” Oliver reminds her teasingly, and everything about him from the look in his eyes to the tiny smile on his lips is bursting with fondness. “I do hope you won’t try to knock me off of my broom. I’ve fallen for you already—no need to have me do it again.”
Grinning, [Y/N] rolls her eyes and pulls a face at him. “Oh, ha-ha.” She feigns a feisty look, nose scrunching in a poor attempt at intimidation; “I am going to kick your arse, Oliver Wood. Mark my words.”
Oliver laughs. “Alright, sweetheart. Consider them marked.”
—
“BOTH SEEKERS HAVE SPOTTED THE SNITCH! And they’re zooming off—Potter and [Y/L/N] are neck and neck—everyone is on their feet—Potter seems to be lagging behind—[Y/L/N] is four feet ahead—SHE’S GOT THE SNITCH! SLYTHERIN’S ONLY DECENT PLAYER HAS DONE IT!”
“Jordan!”
“Sorry, professor. [Y/L/N]—I mean, Slytherin wins!”
Oliver Wood practically hurtles towards the ground, tripping over his feet as he kicks his broom away in a mad dash to the other side of the pitch, where the Slytherins are. But contrary to many people’s expectations, the look on the Gryffindor team captain’s face isn’t disappointed or angry at their loss—no, surprisingly, Oliver seems happier than anyone else on the field.
He spots her from a few feet away standing amidst a throng of Slytherins, all of whom look pleasantly thrilled save for a certain Marcus Flint. She meets his gaze and the grin on her face, if possible, widens; dropping her broom on the grass, she runs toward Oliver, and much like she’d done earlier that morning, throws her arms around his neck, squealing.
“I did it!” [Y/N] says breathlessly, eyes wide. “I caught the snitch!”
Oliver has never felt more proud in his life. His chest swelling with so much joy and fondness it feels as though his heart is about to burst, he grins right back at her and places his hand on the back of her head, pressing their foreheads together, noses brushing as they smile excitedly at each other and everything else in the Quidditch pitch seems to fade into a blur. “You did it,” says Oliver, and then he’s leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers, smiling into her mouth.
When they pull away, everyone is hooting and cheering. A certain pair of redheaded twins are standing off a few feet away, sighing.
“Ah, young love,” says Fred.
“C'est magnifique,” says George.
Can someone recommend me good Harry Potter x reader, Cedric diggory x reader, Oliver wood x reader, James potter x reader, Remus lupin x reader, and Draco malfoy x reader fics PLEASE I NEED MORE I WILL READ ANYTHING 😌😌😌 u can just comment them here or pm me or just tag me PLEASE IM DESPERATE
Back at it again with some soft Flintwood boiiis!!
For @mxrcusflint as an apology for being a terrible friend and giving her birthday art 84 years too late and also not keeping in touch since the cold war
I’m sorry Erin <3 I hope you’re not too mad at me and I hope you enjoy these soft boys I drew for you! You are wonderful and awesome and you deserve all the love!
Ayyyy look what I didd <3
IT’S FLINTWOOD SEASON in... my house?? :D ahhh I haven’t drawn them in so long :’’’) my sons
Flintwood! Who would’ve thought?
did an updated version of a fanart I did way back when I started with digital art
Imma tag you guys because this is for you @flintwoodandco @mxrcusflint (happy late birthday again im sorry im a bad friend) @lepetitcomte @poppypomfrey i can’t remember all of you but <3 you guys know who you are <3
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @flintwoodandco !! <3 I love youu and I hope you’re doing good! Have some Flintwood on the house :)))
Old blog reblog ✨
Need to get back into these two :D
It’s been 84 years…
I’m not dead! Back at it again with some Flintwood!
This is how they decide who’s gonna top get the pitch first ;)))
In all honesty I love all the weasleys for different reasons and 1. Can’t choose a favourite 2. Refuse to hate any of them for dumb things they do (Percy) 3. sO MANY SHiPpINg OPPORTUNITIES. Because I highly doubt anyone ships every weasley with who they are with in canon. Like I firmly believe Percy and Oliver are a couple because both are obsessed with different things and I feel sorry for anyone who knew them.
Score for Gryffindor
Oliver Wood x Reader
~★~❤︎~✦~
SLYTHERIN WINS… the whole of Slytherin erupts with cheers while Oliver lands the rest of the Gryffindor team falling close behind. They watch Oliver closely; he's fuming there's smoke coming out of his ears. They've learned through the years that it's best to leave him alone when he's in a mood like this.
Then they see her, the Slytherin captain and Oliver woods nemesis. She's constantly teasing him, messing with him trying to get in his head before any games even if it's not against Slytherin. Oliver always gets pissy after they talk, usually taking it out his frustrations on the team. That's the last thing they need right now, not when he's already about to explode.
“Good game Wood” they were not expecting that, there was no teasing in your tone you were being genuine. For a moment they think that someone must have drunk a polyjuice potion and replaced you.
Oliver on the other hand knew you were still messing with him as soon as the words left your mouth he felt something snap inside him. You’ve always been bitchy to him, teasing him not only during quidditch. You’d stop him before he heads to the pitch for practice and rile him up even during classes, you always find a way to bother him.
“Shove it, L/n”
“Don’t be that way, I’m just being friendly” You reach out placing a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture it would seem. Oliver didn't take it that way, no you couldn't be friendly. Everything you did had an alternative meaning, and right now he had no patience for it. In a second he's shoving you against the closet wall getting right in your face.
George is the first to speak telling Oliver to calm down; they never expected their captain to get violent. He gets very passionate about quidditch but he's never done anything like this.
“Shut your mouth before I shut if for you” Olivers' words are filled with venom. Instead of being intimidated though, you seem pleased, excited even.
“Please do” your voice is just above a whisper but the team still caught it. Their eyes widened dramatically. No way the ice cold Slytherin captain just said that, and no way is there captain Oliver Wood snogging them. None of them knew what to do till Oliver pulled away from you leading you away from the pitch.
“Guess Woods going to be scoring on Slytherin after all”
Masterlist
{HOUSE}
~James Wilson~
Series
Bedhead: One, Two, Three, Four
Oneshots
New Years Resolutions
You're Hired
The Bet
Morin'
Loving You From Afar
Honeymoon
Love Handles
Green or Red
Together Forever??
Positive or Negative
{OBX}
~Rafe Cameron~
Oneshots
Don't Make My Mistakes
Heat Wave
Tiger Kisses
Texting Prank
{TEEN WOLF}
~Stiles Stilinski~
Oneshots
Game Night
Were Dating?
Knight in Shining Armour
Protective (Werewolf) Brother
{HARRY POTTER}
~Tom Riddle~
Oneshots
Night Time Adventures
~Oliver Wood~
Oneshots
Score for Gryffindor
~Draco Malfoy~
Oneshots
My Astronomer
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
{STRANGER THINGS}
~Steve Harrington~
Oneshots
Cock Blocking
Designated Driver
{TVD}
~Kol Mikaelson~
Oneshots
My Darling Blood Bag
Rockstar
Mama I'm In Love With A Criminal
{NICHE CHARACTERS I LOVE}
~Cruise (RSL)~
Oneshots
Newly Discovered Desires
~Dennis Reynolds~
Oneshots
Officer Reynolds
~Barry Allen~
Oneshots
Fraudulent Kiss
~Doctor Who~
Oneshots
I Like Like You
~Rick Sanchez~
Oneshots
Night, Baby
Follow Me
~Jim Moriarty~
Oneshots
Eventful
~Sherlock Holmes~
Oneshots
Experiment
~Will Graham~
Oneshots
Safe Space
~Brahms Heelshire~
Oneshots
Ready or Not
harry: I don't have a type
Cho, Ginny, Cedric, Bill, Oliver, Draco: *are all quidditch players*
harry: I have a type
Early morning training session with Oliver and first-year Harry⛅️
Credit goes to my sister for giving me the idea (Oliver is one of her unappreciated faves). The lineart took daysss to figure out but this was super fun to work on and made me want to do more. Let me know if you have any HP requests! 💙
Dating Oliver Wood Would Include...
(I've wanted to do this one for a while now so. for this I’m imaging that you are in the same house as him and in the same year.)
-for two first met in first year on the way to your very first broom riding lesson. You were walking with a small group of friends you had made on the train. when below and behold he comes sprinting down the corridor and slams right into you. before you can utter a single word he runs of shouting that he’s gonna be the best at quidditch someday and that he’s late for “quidditch practice”
- lets just say that after he saw you again in the lesson he came over and apologized whilst criticising you on your lack of broom knowledge. he hands you a book of Quidditch through the ages and saunters off to his group of friends.
- after that you see him more through the castle and you take notice of him in most of your lessons. a week goes by and before transfiguration starts you place the book on his desk with a thank you note inside.
- slowly you and him start talking. at first he was trying to help you with your quidditch knowledge but it then escalated into you helping him with other subjects.
-as time passes you quickly become fast friends all the way until his fifth year when he became Gryffindor quidditch captain.
-you are both in the library when he first tells you that he likes you as more than a friend after you won a debate over why duelling is a much more important skill than playing quidditch (in the later years he says that he purposely let you win this debate)
- after that you become the ‘cute couple’ around the castle.
-when he sees you around school especially in the mornings and evenings he gives you plenty of forehead kisses. he promised himself that he would do this at least 5 times a day on the forehead.
-this is forgetting to mention the numerous amounts of kisses you will receive during the day. walking to potions, there’s Oliver giving you a small kiss on your cheek before you enter the class.
-once he forgot that you were in class and he gave you a cheek kiss after a particularly long question. this ended up with Professor McGonagall separating you two, deducting 5 house points from Gryffindor and had Oliver in detention for it. (Fred and George try to mention this as much as possible to him as it never fails to make him stutter cause of course they happened to be sat in detention as well for a prank they had pulled earlier that day)
-whispering how much he loves you when you go to bed and when you see each other first thing in the morning.
-watching every single one of his quidditch games and cheering him on. sometimes getting a wink from him. which usually results in the opposite team sending the Bludger towards him.
-sitting with him holding his hand when ever he gets injured from quidditch and him always insisting that he’s fine. but you can tell that he’s not.
- receiving warm back hugs on the top of the astronomy tower as you point out constellations you know.
- walking around Black Lake with him at least once every week to help him ease his mind of quidditch and school work (but mainly quidditch)
-helping encourage him to win matches. and giving him an endless supply of encouragement, cuddles and kisses whether your team wins or looses.
- for special occasions he’ll take you out to dinner in the three broomsticks and taking a wonderful and peaceful broom ride after.
-him stealing kisses anyway he can think of. studying, there’s Oliver kissing you if you get a question right. after a detention. Oliver is waiting for you outside ready to surprise attack you with kisses afterwards.
-after some time he tells you that you are the only one that can call him Oli with out being told off.
- the twins flirting with you a lot to try and piss Oliver off in the hopes he will cancel quidditch practise this week (it never works though)
-over the summer every day you aren’t together you are constantly writing to each other.
-eventually he invites you to go with him to see all the quidditch games in the summer.
- spending equal time round each others houses during the holidays.
-on your last year of Hogwarts he gives you a promise ring and he goes into the many reasons why he loves you. and that after you graduate that you will most definitely be marrying him. he kisses you as he places the ring on your finger and he tells you that he loves you more than he loves quidditch. and you simply smile as you know that, that is a lot.
passing the time quite nicely. I wrote this one a while back and just forgot to post it so here it is. hope you enjoy it and request anyone else you want to see in the future.
If anybody would like some short-form Perciver, Wolfstar, Starchaser or Rosekiller, my asks are open to requests :)
If anybody would like some short-form Perciver, Wolfstar, Starchaser or Rosekiller, my asks are open to requests :)
If anybody would like some short-form Perciver, Wolfstar, Starchaser or Rosekiller, my asks are open to requests :)
Gorgeous
🎤🎤🎤 Them softest boys
(Heavily inspired by 'good old-fashioned lover boy' by aeoneskova, one of the best perciver fic!!!!)
Gorgeous
🎤🎤🎤 Them softest boys
(Heavily inspired by 'good old-fashioned lover boy' by aeoneskova, one of the best perciver fic!!!!)
Gorgeous
🎤🎤🎤 Them softest boys
(Heavily inspired by 'good old-fashioned lover boy' by aeoneskova, one of the best perciver fic!!!!)