ficlet: Oz and the Wizard
Title: Oz and the Wizard
Author: shaychana
Disclaimer: I own neither Oz nor Ron.
Word Count: 767
Warnings: PG-13. Crack and mild chan.
Pairing: Oz & Ron, (Oz/Willow, Ron/?)
Notes: Written for Gala_apples' prompt, "Oz goes to sleep snuggling Willow and wakes up snuggling Ron in Gryff dorm."
Summary: Now that Oz was properly awake, he was able to survey and ascertain that he was, indeed, no longer in Kansas, Toto.
Feedback: All comments and criticism welcome.
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"Good night."
"Good night."
They shared a sweet kiss before turning off the light and diving under the covers. The night was cold, so Willow cuddled up to Oz for warmth. Oz was only too happy to snuggle.
When he woke up, Oz found himself spooned against a very warm back. He smiled and tightened his arm around Willow's torso. After a while, his hand began to wander. There was morning wood to take care of, after all.
He reached up. Had Willow's boobs gotten smaller?
He reached down. Had Willow magically acquired a cock?
Oz arrived at the conclusion that who he was feeling up very quite possibly wasn't Willow at the same time that said person woke up realised he was being groped.
Oz's new bedmate jumped out of the bed, spun around and gaped at him, his hair sticking out in a hundred directions.
"Ahhhhh!" the strange boy yelled.
"Ahhhhh!" Oz screamed in return.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my bed?"
"I'm Oz. Who are you?"
"Ron," the boy said shakily, running a hand through his ginger-coloured hair. It made his hair look even more wild. "Ron Weasley. What are you doing in my bed?"
Now that Oz was properly awake, what with the shock of the boy's yelling getting his heart pumping, and the subsequent workout his lungs and throat received, he was able to survey and ascertain that he was, indeed, no longer in Kansas, Toto. So to speak.
"I have no idea, Ron Weasley. I went to bed curled up to my girlfriend, and when I woke up, I was here." Oz shrugged. Now that he thought of it, where was "here"? Ron had a rather sexy British accent… "Hey, is this England?"
Ron's eyes bulged out so far, they nearly fell out of his head.
"You're American, aren't you? Blimey."
"I have to get back. Willow - that's my girlfriend - will be wondering where I am." Oz looked around the large room. There were five beds, four of them empty. A dormitory of some sort. Made sense, considering the boy - Ron, he corrected himself - looked about thirteen. Tall, but scrawny as a string bean.
"I have to get to classes. I'm already late," Ron said, his face very pale. "Look, I'll come back later and we'll figure this out, okay? Don't - don't go anywhere."
"Okay."
In the hours when Ron was gone, Oz spent his time exploring the room. Ron had said to stay put, but he hadn't said not to touch anything, right? He quickly figured that he was in some school for magic. Willow had told him before that such things existed in Europe.
So when Ron sneaked back into the dorm around lunchtime with some food for him, Oz had no qualms revealing in between chews, "Listen - I have to get back before tonight. It's the full moon tonight and I'm a werewolf."
Ron froze mid-bite. He blurted, "Professor Lupin's a werewolf."
"Yeah?" Oz asked eagerly. "Maybe I can share his cage tonight if I don't get back -"
The surroundings blurred.
"- in time," Oz finished, only to find himself back in his familiar bed, the familiar smell of Willow all around him and the familiar weight of her by his side.
She stirred at the sound of his voice.
"Good morning, princess," Oz said.
"Good morning," Willow said, and her smile made Oz glad to be alive and next to her.
A thought came to him. He fished around in his jeans pocket, and pulled out a foil package. He waved it in front of Willow's face. "Breakfast in bed?"
When Willow tore the little packet open, a brown frog hopped out. Oz grabbed it by a wriggling leg and bit the head off. He offered the rest of it to Willow, but she looked disgusted.
Oz laughed. "It's chocolate. Try it - it's good."
Willow timidly nibbled on a chocolate toe. "Where on earth did you get this?"
"A friend in England gave it to me. Funny story. I'll tell you about it after I boink the brains out of you." Oz grinned.
Willow squealed.
*
Approximately six thousand miles away, Ron was having a hard time accepting a realisation.
He pulled the straggly bunch of dried herbs out from under his pillow. He dug through his belongings until he found the crumpled paper box, then read the tiny text printed on the side again and again until his vision blurred.
Come to me! the box said, Place the contents of this box under your pillow and discover your heart's deepest desire!
He couldn't possibly be gay. He couldn't possibly fancy Professor Lupin. Could he?
Author: shaychana
Disclaimer: I own neither Oz nor Ron.
Word Count: 767
Warnings: PG-13. Crack and mild chan.
Pairing: Oz & Ron, (Oz/Willow, Ron/?)
Notes: Written for Gala_apples' prompt, "Oz goes to sleep snuggling Willow and wakes up snuggling Ron in Gryff dorm."
Summary: Now that Oz was properly awake, he was able to survey and ascertain that he was, indeed, no longer in Kansas, Toto.
Feedback: All comments and criticism welcome.
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"Good night."
"Good night."
They shared a sweet kiss before turning off the light and diving under the covers. The night was cold, so Willow cuddled up to Oz for warmth. Oz was only too happy to snuggle.
When he woke up, Oz found himself spooned against a very warm back. He smiled and tightened his arm around Willow's torso. After a while, his hand began to wander. There was morning wood to take care of, after all.
He reached up. Had Willow's boobs gotten smaller?
He reached down. Had Willow magically acquired a cock?
Oz arrived at the conclusion that who he was feeling up very quite possibly wasn't Willow at the same time that said person woke up realised he was being groped.
Oz's new bedmate jumped out of the bed, spun around and gaped at him, his hair sticking out in a hundred directions.
"Ahhhhh!" the strange boy yelled.
"Ahhhhh!" Oz screamed in return.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my bed?"
"I'm Oz. Who are you?"
"Ron," the boy said shakily, running a hand through his ginger-coloured hair. It made his hair look even more wild. "Ron Weasley. What are you doing in my bed?"
Now that Oz was properly awake, what with the shock of the boy's yelling getting his heart pumping, and the subsequent workout his lungs and throat received, he was able to survey and ascertain that he was, indeed, no longer in Kansas, Toto. So to speak.
"I have no idea, Ron Weasley. I went to bed curled up to my girlfriend, and when I woke up, I was here." Oz shrugged. Now that he thought of it, where was "here"? Ron had a rather sexy British accent… "Hey, is this England?"
Ron's eyes bulged out so far, they nearly fell out of his head.
"You're American, aren't you? Blimey."
"I have to get back. Willow - that's my girlfriend - will be wondering where I am." Oz looked around the large room. There were five beds, four of them empty. A dormitory of some sort. Made sense, considering the boy - Ron, he corrected himself - looked about thirteen. Tall, but scrawny as a string bean.
"I have to get to classes. I'm already late," Ron said, his face very pale. "Look, I'll come back later and we'll figure this out, okay? Don't - don't go anywhere."
"Okay."
In the hours when Ron was gone, Oz spent his time exploring the room. Ron had said to stay put, but he hadn't said not to touch anything, right? He quickly figured that he was in some school for magic. Willow had told him before that such things existed in Europe.
So when Ron sneaked back into the dorm around lunchtime with some food for him, Oz had no qualms revealing in between chews, "Listen - I have to get back before tonight. It's the full moon tonight and I'm a werewolf."
Ron froze mid-bite. He blurted, "Professor Lupin's a werewolf."
"Yeah?" Oz asked eagerly. "Maybe I can share his cage tonight if I don't get back -"
The surroundings blurred.
"- in time," Oz finished, only to find himself back in his familiar bed, the familiar smell of Willow all around him and the familiar weight of her by his side.
She stirred at the sound of his voice.
"Good morning, princess," Oz said.
"Good morning," Willow said, and her smile made Oz glad to be alive and next to her.
A thought came to him. He fished around in his jeans pocket, and pulled out a foil package. He waved it in front of Willow's face. "Breakfast in bed?"
When Willow tore the little packet open, a brown frog hopped out. Oz grabbed it by a wriggling leg and bit the head off. He offered the rest of it to Willow, but she looked disgusted.
Oz laughed. "It's chocolate. Try it - it's good."
Willow timidly nibbled on a chocolate toe. "Where on earth did you get this?"
"A friend in England gave it to me. Funny story. I'll tell you about it after I boink the brains out of you." Oz grinned.
Willow squealed.
*
Approximately six thousand miles away, Ron was having a hard time accepting a realisation.
He pulled the straggly bunch of dried herbs out from under his pillow. He dug through his belongings until he found the crumpled paper box, then read the tiny text printed on the side again and again until his vision blurred.
Come to me! the box said, Place the contents of this box under your pillow and discover your heart's deepest desire!
He couldn't possibly be gay. He couldn't possibly fancy Professor Lupin. Could he?