Romantik/Intimität - Lieblingslied (fürs Team)
Team: Mond
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität: Lieblingslied (fürs Team)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Charaktere: Oliver Wood, Charlie Weasley
Wörter: 367
A/N: Ich hab vor Jahren mal ne Fic angefangen, in der Oliver mit Muggleclubs seine Sexualität erkundet, weil die Zaubererwelt nen paar Jahrzehnte zurückzuhängen scheint… Aus der Fic ist nie was geworden, also hier ein reprise. Kinda.
There is something to be said for muggle discos, Oliver thinks. The anonymity for one. The fruity drinks. The guy dancing up to him with intent. The music.
“Wood?!” The guy has flaming red hair and so many freckles, it almost looks like a tan. And in the flashing stroboscope lights, his face seems to pale rapidly. “Sorry, I… Wood?!”
So much for anonymity.
“Weasley? What are you--”
Oliver hasn’t had enough fruity drinks for this.
“I mean, this club…”
Weasley wears a look of absolute horror, which shouldn’t be possible, the guy stares down angry dragons for a living. Oliver is going to die.
“I can explain!”, Oliver hurries, only he doesn’t know how to explain why he’s in a gay muggle disco, at least not without getting into the whole gay thing and…
“Yeah, yeah!” Weasley interrupts this train of thought. “I’m here with friends!”
Oh, yes, that’s a good one! Wait.
“Weasley…”
“They’re probably just outside for a smoke, I...”
“Weasley.”
Oliver has never done this before. Well, never with someone who actually knows him. But he’s a Gryffindor and he had the biggest crush on Charlie Weasley in school and, Merlin’s pants, he’s sick of this. “I’m here to dance.”
“You. Dance. Here.”, Weasley repeats and he looks like he’s going to be sick. If Oliver has misjudged this situation, he can probably start a new life at the other end of the world, the Moutohora Macaws have been on the look-out for a new keeper, he thinks. And then Weasley breaks into helpless laughter.
“Me too. I think. I don’t know, I’m really here with friends, but I… I’m not bloody drunk enough for this, shit.”
“Weasley?” Oliver extends a hand towards his former captain, remembering all too well the hand extended towards him before his first quidditch match. “It’s okay if you want to bail out.”
The next rasp of laughter is still desperate but also a lot more amused. “No way, I’ve been waiting forever for this”, Weasley quotes back and Oliver may actually have had a few fruity drinks too many, because he whoops when Weasley takes his hand.
“Well in that case; this is my favourite song!”
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität: Lieblingslied (fürs Team)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Charaktere: Oliver Wood, Charlie Weasley
Wörter: 367
A/N: Ich hab vor Jahren mal ne Fic angefangen, in der Oliver mit Muggleclubs seine Sexualität erkundet, weil die Zaubererwelt nen paar Jahrzehnte zurückzuhängen scheint… Aus der Fic ist nie was geworden, also hier ein reprise. Kinda.
There is something to be said for muggle discos, Oliver thinks. The anonymity for one. The fruity drinks. The guy dancing up to him with intent. The music.
“Wood?!” The guy has flaming red hair and so many freckles, it almost looks like a tan. And in the flashing stroboscope lights, his face seems to pale rapidly. “Sorry, I… Wood?!”
So much for anonymity.
“Weasley? What are you--”
Oliver hasn’t had enough fruity drinks for this.
“I mean, this club…”
Weasley wears a look of absolute horror, which shouldn’t be possible, the guy stares down angry dragons for a living. Oliver is going to die.
“I can explain!”, Oliver hurries, only he doesn’t know how to explain why he’s in a gay muggle disco, at least not without getting into the whole gay thing and…
“Yeah, yeah!” Weasley interrupts this train of thought. “I’m here with friends!”
Oh, yes, that’s a good one! Wait.
“Weasley…”
“They’re probably just outside for a smoke, I...”
“Weasley.”
Oliver has never done this before. Well, never with someone who actually knows him. But he’s a Gryffindor and he had the biggest crush on Charlie Weasley in school and, Merlin’s pants, he’s sick of this. “I’m here to dance.”
“You. Dance. Here.”, Weasley repeats and he looks like he’s going to be sick. If Oliver has misjudged this situation, he can probably start a new life at the other end of the world, the Moutohora Macaws have been on the look-out for a new keeper, he thinks. And then Weasley breaks into helpless laughter.
“Me too. I think. I don’t know, I’m really here with friends, but I… I’m not bloody drunk enough for this, shit.”
“Weasley?” Oliver extends a hand towards his former captain, remembering all too well the hand extended towards him before his first quidditch match. “It’s okay if you want to bail out.”
The next rasp of laughter is still desperate but also a lot more amused. “No way, I’ve been waiting forever for this”, Weasley quotes back and Oliver may actually have had a few fruity drinks too many, because he whoops when Weasley takes his hand.
“Well in that case; this is my favourite song!”