#oliverxreader

Clark, Oliver and Tessa are over on the other side of the room discussing. Chloe is at the computers going through the last few assignments. You and Lois and paying close attention to what she’s saying. Well, you’re trying. 

Since the encounter with Oliver, you haven’t had a chance to think about much else. For a while you thought he was teasing you. But sometimes you can hear it, when he turns in your direction just briefly. Then there are times where he’ll brush against you, or pull you out of danger when you’ve taken a few more hits than normal. 

Your most recent mission he’d hoisted you in his arms to evade a bomb that was about to go off after you’d taken a more painful blow to the gut. It wasn’t anything special. He was helping a teammate.

But something about his touch felt tender and his skin felt so warm and safe. You’ve never cared much for your safety. You were capable, it’s not like you’re worried about getting jumped or mugged. Any sad sap that would try was definitely in for a surprise. 

That’s why it shouldn’t matter. 

But it did and now those little moments are engraved in your mind. 

“I think Oliver might have feelings for me.” 

Lois just lifted her head and Chloe looked surprised at how you’d just blurted it out. 

“Finally, I thought you would never catch on. He’s been sending you heart eyes for months now. Sometimes I swear you're blind.” Lois complains.

Your expression to that comment must have said it all. 

Lois laughed awkwardly. 

“Oh, right. Sorry.” 

You shake your head. 

“I don’t get it.” 

Chloe smiles at your lost expression. 

“Honestly, it’s been obvious to everyone. Why do you think he’s been asking to pair up with you for practically every mission? “ 

“I thought he was just trying to piss me off.” 

“Your radar is seriously off.” Lois inputs. 

You frown. 

“We haven’t exactly been vacationing. It wasn’t very high on my priority list.” 

“Alright, I get it. So what are you going to do about it? Now that you know.” Lois asks. 

That was a good question. 

“I don’t know.” 

You’re honestly not sure how to tackle this situation. Knocking out bad guys was so much easier.

“Let us know when you figure it out.” Chloe teases. 

You expected them to be no help. 

For the time being you try to stay on task. You all complete your partols as usual and missions have been coming as going as normal. It doesn’t feel like much has changed. At least not for you. Oliver for one is still the same. 

For a while you almost forget about it. 

One night when he drops by your place, you let him in with the assumption that he’s about to give an update about something Clark or even Chloe had discovered. When the door closes that’s not exactly what he has in mind. 

“So I get the feeling that you’re not one for hints, so I might have to be completely clear. I’m attracted to you.” 

Your hand skates against the counter at his confession and you straighten quickly. Oliver smiles at the little clumsy slip. It’s not often that you’re out of your element. You look like you’re searching for the words. 

When you finally find them, well it’s all you can truly think of. 

“I thought you only dated supermodels.” 

“Wow, I’m surprised you're so judgy.” 

“Don’t make me kick you out.” 

Oliver smiles. 

“I wield.” 

You took a seat on your couch, and you expect him to do the same, just not so close to you. Your knees brush and you can’t help but turn. Your sun shades are still perched on your nose. When Oliver turns to you, you’re a bit confused. 

“May I?” 

You’re not certain what he’s asking, but you nod. 

You feel his fingers brush your ears as he slides the glasses off your face, placing it on the table beside him. You blink. You get the feeling he’s looking at you. Your vision isn’t like his, but you can make out outlines. Shapes in a sense. It just all seems to be on fire.

Possibly a reflection of your life.

For so long that’s what it felt like. When you lost your dad, when stick left, when Elric tried to use your pain against you. It was all just a mess of flames and destruction. At least that’s what it felt like back then. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You shake your head. 

“Nothing.” 

It’s hard to explain, and even harder to talk about. 

“You really have this whole mysterious persona down pat don’t you.” 

“What mysterious persona?” 

Your expression shows actual confusion and Oliver holds in his laugh. 

“It’s just I can tell you care a lot about what we do. I try to play it off with jokes, I guess that’s how I cope. But you and Clark, it’s a big part of your lives. Before I became a vigilante I was pretty much a useless jerk. But you’ve always been a hero, Clark too. I guess that’s why you both get along so well.” 

His perspective is interesting. You have to admit that you’ve always felt a bit connected to Clark in that sense. Maybe Oliver is right. In a strange way, Clark’s been somewhat of a brother to you. Aside from Kevin and Finley, the closest thing you have to a family is this team. Doing this, it’s always been as natural as breathing. You never thought much about it. You were capable of stopping the pain in the city, so you did. You forget sometimes that you are more than the suit. 

“I guess it’s good to remember I’m Murdock, not just Daredevil.” 

“It is.” Oliver confirms. 

It’s nice to do this, talk with him. Oliver is the last person you expect to have such sound advice. He acts so carefree all the time you forget that he’s an adult. 

“Thank you Oliver.” 

“Of course, anytime. Although you still haven’t given me an answer.” 

“An answer for what?” 

This time he laughs. 

“You really are a piece of work Murdock.” 

“Stop talking in riddles and tell me what you-” 

His lips silence you and you indeed get his point. Your hand settles on his shirt, just as he pulls away. 

“Do you get it now?” 

It’s a bit of a whisper and you nod distractedly. 

That caught you by surprise. Your lips are tingling and it’s the first time that your heart is the loudest beat in the room. Your brows furrow, gripping the edge of his suit jacket.

“Oliver.” 

“Yesss?” 

He’s enjoying this, watching you so flustered. 

“Can we..one more time..” 

“I don’t know. I don’t make a habit of just kissing random people you know. I’d have to be committed to this person. I think it’s only fair, you know. Kissing someone who isn’t my girlfriend feels a bit-” 

You pull him back in before he can continue his rant. He smiles against your lips. 

“You don’t?”, shouted Harry, gaining an ugly look from Madam Pince. You muttered an apologize and focused back on Harry, who seemed angry and sad at the same time. “But you said you’re proud of me, what happened?”

“Quidditch is a dangerous game, Harry, and I don’t think you should play this year. Maybe next year, or in your third year, or never at all”, you said the last part for yourself, but you knew he heard you. “And, besides, you just started your Flying lessons, you need more practice.”

“But Oliver said I’m good enough, I already told you, Y/N. Why can’t you just trust me? I’ll be fine, I promise”, giving you his famous puppy eyes, you got upset. He knew you couldn’t resist them, but that was a serious situation. “You worry way too much, Y/N!”

“That’s not true!” This time, the ugly look from Madam Pince was for you, so you bitten your cheek. “Look, Harry, you’re distracting me from something really important. I made my decision, so stop bothering me, please.”

“Yes, Potter, stop bothering your sister.” You looked annoyed behind you and you tensed up a little when you saw Oliver with some books in his hands, smiling at Harry. “Your sister is very busy, and I think you should train for Quidditch, instead.”

His hair was messy but he still looked perfect in his uniform. Even if you weren’t a big fan of Quidditch, you couldn’t deny how good looking was the Captain of Gryffindors. Being a third year, you didn’t have any hope for him to actually see you, but he knew you were Harry’s sister. Actually, that’s how a lot of people knew you – being the older sibling of The Chosen One wasn’t fun, because you felt even more pressure on you to protect Harry, no matter how upset he would be about that. Later, he’ll thank you for looking after him.

“Yeah, I would do that but my very busy sister doesn’t agree with my position in the team, so I guess you need to look for another Seeker.”

Oliver’s facial expression changed suddenly but he put another smile on as quick as possible.

“Is that so?”, he asked you with a little amusement in his voice.

Putting yourself together, you gave him the same smile in return. “Rough game, Quidditch. And you know that better than anyone, Wood.”

“Rough, indeed, but also noble”, and before you could say something, he continued “And I know that better than anyone, Potter.”

You wanted to play it cool but, in fact, your crush was talking to you and he was smiling while doing it.

“Potter, let me alone with your sister”, Oliver asked Harry politely while letting his books rest on your table. “Maybe I can change her mind.”

“I have to meet Ron in the common room, anyway. I wish you good luck, Oliver.” Harry got up and looked at you for the last time, hope in his eyes, and than looked back at Oliver when he started speaking.

“I guess I already have all the luck I need, but thanks Potter”, Oliver smiled again and winked slightly at you. “Now go, I’m sure your friend is waiting for you.”

After Harry was gone you sighed and grabbed your quill again, pretending to study your notes. Oliver sat down in front of you, where Harry was sitting a moment ago, and he was staring at you.

“I’m not changing my mind, Wood”, you said without looking at him. A part of you knew you would became weak if you made eye contact with him. That happened at every Quidditch match you were forced to attend and you saw him playing. He was talented and passionate about this sport, but he also got hurt badly on his first match.

“I guess you already know that Professor McGonagall herself suggested that your brother would be a perfect Seeker.”

“Yes, I know, but I don’t agree with her. Harry is too young and he needs to pay attention to his classes”. You started to make doodles in the corner of a parchment, thinking how his brown eyes were on you, on your movements.

“So you say I’m failing my classes.”

“I didn’t say that, Wood”, you told him quickly, looking at him for the first time since he sat down. And, as you thought, he was looking at you too. “I said that my brother needs to pay attention to things that are more important than Quidditch, because yes, Mr. Captain, there are things more important than this game.”

Just after you finished your sentence you realized your sassy tone. You blushed a little so you put your head in your hands, hoping that Oliver didn’t see it – but after his giggle, you weren’t so sure.

“Stubborn one, I like it”, he said leaning on his elbows and getting a little closer. “You would be a great Quidditch player too, Potter – stubborn, determinated, focused on your goals; how about you giving this useless game a try?”

“I’ll pass, thank you very much”, you frowned at him slightly. You had a lot of things going on and playing a sport didn’t sound like something for you at all. “I don’t wanna be impolite, Wood, but I didn’t ask Harry to go away so you could take his place and distract me from my homework.”

“Of course, I’m sorry, Potter. I’ll let you finish your…”, he looked in your notes, squinted his nose and continued “Potions essay, if that’s what you want.” Getting up he smiled at you again and took his books. “But I hope you won’t pass my invitation to The Three Broomsticks this weekend. I can be stubborn too, Potter, and our discussion about your brother’s place in my team isn’t finished yet.”

You didn’t realized his words, they sound unreal. He asked to talk to you again, at The Three Broomsticks in two days. Clearing your throat, you forced a smile at him.

“I’ll think about that, but don’t hope for another answer.”

He laughed and said his goodbye, using your family name again.

“So you got a date with Oliver Wood?”

“Merlin’s beard, Hermione, you scared me”. The little girl apologized from her study table, which was in your left and smiled shyly.

“Sorry, Y/N, I could not stop myself from hearing your conversation.”

“It’s fine, ‘Mione, don’t worry. But I didn’t get a date with him”, and with that being said, you tried to focuse again on your homework, even if you lost all your ideas.

“You don’t want it to be a date?”, asked the girl again, now sitting at the same table as you. “Oliver’s nice and he seemed to be interested. He even complimented you.”

You looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Hermione was a sweet girl, even if Harry often talked to you about her and described her as an “annoying know-it-all”. She studied near you everyday in the library and sometimes she would recommend you books or even gossip with you about the teachers. She was fun for a first year.

“It’s not a date because his interest is me approving with Quidditch. Not like I could have a chance with him”, you laughed and looked to Hermione, who wasn’t so sure about your amusement.

 “Why not?”, asked Hermione again, which made you sigh.

 “You put a lot of questions, don’t you? He’s older than me and the Captain of a Quidditch team – and you know what I think about this game –”

 “Dangerous game, I know, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have a chance with him.”

“I’ve been in this school for three years, sweetheart, and all he’s interested in is Quidditch: nothing more, nothing less.”

Before she could say anything else you got up, took your things and waved her goodbye, leaving the library and heading to your dormitory, where you hoped to finally find the silence you needed to finish your essay.

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No matter how hard you were studying, you always felt dumb during Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall was talking she knew what and you tried to take notes about everything that seemed to be important – her entire speech, to be more precise. When she announced the end of her class you breathed with relief. All your classmates were leaving and you wanted to do the same, but McGonagall asked you to stay.

“How can I help you, Professor?” The concern in your voice was obvious, you couldn’t hide it, no matter how much you tried.

“You’re not helping me, Miss Potter, you’re helping the entire school. I guess your brother told you about the situation, so I don’t need to repeat it.”

Of course she wanted to talk about that! You started to feel a little angry but she was a teacher, so you needed to stay as calm as you could.

“Yes, I know the situation and I guess you already know my opinion.”

“I do, Mister Wood told me about your little discussion from yesterday. I want to assure you, Y/N, that Harry will be safe on the field.”

“Respectfully, but you can assure me about nothing, Professor. You can’t say if Harry will or will not get hurt while playing and I really like the idea of my brother being safe and alive.”

You didn’t expect McGonagall to understand your feelings. Harry was your world, entirely, and you wanted to protect him more than anything. Not wanting him to play Quidditch wasn’t the worst decision you made – and, in fact, Harry could do it, but he knew how mad you would be if he did something you told him not to. He always felt like he was doing something illegal when he stepped out of you words.

“I see. Well, I respect your decision, Miss Potter and all I can do it’s to congratulate you for being such a responsible sister. I’m sure you take good care of your brother and make the right decisions.”

Not knowing what to say after that respons, you thanked McGonagall and left the Transfiguration class thinking about all this mess. Why didn’t anyone understand that you just want to keep him safe? After years of wipping his butt, feeding him and playing with him – all of this while helping your aunt around the house – you could take care of your little brother better than anyone.

“Well, well, Georgie, tell me if I’m wrong, but isn’t this Y/N Potter?”

“You’re right, Freddie, is the one and only Y/N Potter, leaving McGonagall’s class later than the rest.”

“I think she got herself in trouble, somehow. I didn’t know she can be a bad girl”, said Fred to his twin brother, ignoring your presence.

“Oh, no, mate, she can’t!”, laughed George and you started to feel angry again.

“Not in the mood, guys.”, you told them through your teeth as you walked between them to the Great Hall.

“Ah, what happened darling?”, asked Fred in a sweet tone, trying to warm you. He raised both his eyebrows when he saw the look on your face. “We have an angry Y/N, George, be careful.”

“I’m not angry!” you stopped in the middle of the corridor looking to them. Drawing air into your lungs you apologized and continued your walk.

“I expected to see you more happy, sweetheart, honestly.” George had a calm tonality, despite your previous shout. “We thought that Oliver’s invitation would make you really, really happy”

“What?”, the wonder was present in your question. Of course you knew what they were talking about, but how did they find out?

“Yes, we heard that Oliver asked you out, Y/N, and given your little crush on him-“

“-the crush that exist since forever-”, added Fred.

“-we thought you would be in cloud nine, love all over you”, finished George, putting his arm over your shoulders.

“How do you guys know?”

“Don’t be silly, darling”, spoke Fred again. “Oliver said that he’s excited to meet you Saturday in Hogsmeade.”

“He is?” you asked them again, surprised with the new information the twins were giving you.

“Of course, why wouldn’t he?” asked George while smiling down to you.

“But he is a little concerned about your answer, we heard you played hard to get but I can’t say I’m disappointed.”

“I didn’t play hard to get…”, you tried to explain them as you entered the Great Hall.

“Then you should let him know”, suggested George.

“But don’t sound too excited”, continued Fred and with that they left after smiling at you.

Oliver Wood wanted to take you on a date. The fifth year boy you had a crush on since your first year asked you on a date. The famous Quidditch player asked you on a date. You didn’t realized you didn’t move from where the twins left you just after Harry called your name out loud, waving at you.

You started walking but instead of going to your little brother, you continued to walk toward the end of the Gryffindors’ table, where Oliver Wood was eating his lunch in the company of his friends and teammates.

“Hey, Wood”, you called him confident, staying a few steps away from him.

“Potter”, he answered with a smile on the side of his mouth. “How could I help you?”

“I only wanted to tell you that tomorrow’s gonna be a great day, sunny and warm. I think about drinking a Butterbeer.”

“I’ve been thinking the same thing, Potter.”

“Good for you”, you said and you started to walk away, going to your seat.

“I told your brother I have all the luck I need!”, he shouted behind you.

“We’ll see, Wood. We’ll see.”