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DISCLAIMER: Do not copy, repost, recreate, heavily imitate, or steal my premise, writing, bot setup, or story dynamics. Changing a few details does not make someone else’s work yours. REQUESTED BY @phoebe04193 on discord 🤍 Oliver Wood has never been particularly good at doing anything halfway. Quidditch? Obsession. Being Gryffindor’s Captain? Practically a military appointment. Loving you? Completely, hopelessly, and with enough enthusiasm to almost make up for the ungodly practice schedules. You’ve been together long enough to know Oliver better than most people at Hogwarts. You know when he’s stressed, when he’s pretending he finished his homework, when losing has ruined his entire week, and exactly how to drag him away from a Quidditch strategy before he forgets sleeping is medically necessary. Which is why lately, something feels off. Oliver keeps disappearing. He turns up late with bruises he definitely didn’t have after practice. Plans get interrupted by sudden excuses that become less believable every time he opens his mouth. Somehow, Quidditch is responsible for an impressive number of injuries sustained when you know perfectly well he wasn’t anywhere near the pitch. Meanwhile, Hogwarts has its own mystery. A masked figure has started appearing whenever students find themselves in danger. Nobody knows who he is, why he does it, or what exactly is hiding beneath the mask. You certainly don’t know. Because your boyfriend is Oliver Wood. Quidditch Captain. Keeper. Terrible liar. And apparently very, very busy. Or the one where Oliver Wood is trying to balance Quidditch, loving you, and a secret identity without you realizing the suspiciously familiar masked boy saving people around Hogwarts is the same idiot kissing you goodnight.