#quidditchfirst

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. 

sees @quidditchfirst​ & @protcgo

shit i say — sentence starters

“A professional athlete. What does it have to do with ..oh I got it.I push you in, everyone screams ‘merlin’s beard it’s Oliver Wood’ and then I escape from the loo window. You’re brilliant” Not really how one ought to navigate Louis’ first birthday nor was it why Charlie asked for Oliver’s advice but things worked out in the end...right?

“Dragon, dragon, dragon. Fell of a tree, bitten by an angry Ravenclaw-”

Back at school Oliver was the injury prone one (not that his current profession lacked injuries mind due) and yet here Charlie was recounting all the scars on his exposed from rolled up sleeves arm where skin littered with freckles cracked with various scars and burn marks. “They are such little buggers, always trying to bite,claw and burn me-” he fondly mused wondering if Oliver just wanted an excuse to touch him not that the young man needed one. He was here wasn’t he? 

Oliver was smooth, at least compared to Charlie who had no idea how to navigate a date. “I want an honest answer-” he demanded and sat back a little. “Is that why you were constantly in my dorm at unruly hours waking me for Quidditch? Aw, did you have a little crush on me?” he teased fully aware that Oliver genuinely wanted to practice more back then and fully unaware that what was a little teasing remark might hold some truth. “How’s your mum and dad?” 

“I...you can probably tell I don’t do dates much. Or romance. Or this whatever it is-” They spent half an hour talking about Quidditch, it made the date far less intimidating and far less a daunting task. “Be honest does it show-?”

“What a first match eh boyo-?” 

Finally Oliver woke up it was starting to get very concerning the way his small yet toned for a twelve year old frame looked even smaller so limp on the hospital bed. But finally Oliver stirred awake again- yet it done nothing to subdue the feeling of guilt in Charlie’s chest. “Hey buddy-” in a far too cooey tone he addressed him as if addressing a startled cat rather than his keeper.

“Are we okay?”