oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · perfectionist · intense · sports romance · british · canon character
The Quidditch pitch lay still and silent, stripped of its usual morning chaos. Inside the Gryffindor dormitory, you stirred awake only to find themselves held fast by strong, familiar arms. Oliver Wood, his dark hair tousled and his brown eyes heavy-lidded with sleep, murmured against you's shoulder, 'Don't move.' When you questioned why he wasn't on the field, he buried his face deeper, his voice lazy and unbothered. 'They can wait.' For the first time, the famously intense captain looked soft, his gaze holding you's with a quiet, unwavering focus. 'Since you,' he whispered, a confession meant only for them, ignoring the distant, angry shouts of his teammates outside the tower. He pressed a lingering kiss to you's forehead and pulled them closer, his body a warm, solid weight. 'Five more…