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wedonthaveawhile · 1 month

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Baby Garreth, and where to find him.

Garreth Weasley x MC

Inspired by her desire to see mermaids, Garreth brews his Herbology partner a potion as a gesture of his affection. Cue the inevitable chaos and peril.

AO3 // Word count: 4.4k

Can be a standalone fic or read as a prequel to Crimson and Clover

Had Garreth been asked for his opinion on the Heroine of Hogwarts a few months back, you likely would have been treated to such eloquent critiquing as: "Bit of a teacher's pet."

There was never any intention to offend; tactful words simply weren't his forte—as proven by the way he inadvertently voiced this opinion directly to her face on the day they were assigned as Herbology partners.

He was only teasing, possibly with an underlying motive of reverse psychology. He had felt her eyes drilling into him while his own ogled the snakeweed—a rare ingredient, almost impossible to obtain by non-thievery means. He thought implying his witness was a snitch might prompt her to look the other way to prove him wrong.

When he tried to execute his nifty little scheme: Pocketing the goods while hoping fifteen students and a professor weren't looking (a tactic that boasted a commendable twenty-three-percent success rate), the snakeweed had vanished—as had his partner.

A middle finger if he'd ever seen one.

Her assault on his pride. Her flawless execution of theft. Her exemplary eye for valuable plunder—It was one step shy of a strip tease, and Garreth had been chasing her tail ever since.

These fresh circumstances might offer insight into why he was currently trudging through ankle-deep mud on yet another lap of the kneazle pen.

His timing had been impeccable—A passing stroll coinciding perfectly with the end of her Beast's class, setting the stage for a spontaneous walk to Herbology together.

Professor Cockblock must have had some trivial errand to palm off to a trustworthy student and was holding back the obvious choice for a briefing.

Just because Garreth had formed new opinions didn't mean he'd relinquished the old ones. Teacher's pet was, unfortunately, terminal.

At long last, the tardy witch bounded down the steps of the hut. Considering Garreth's feet were now encased in a three-inch layer of sludge, he was surprisingly light on them. She remained oblivious to him sauntering up behind her until his shoulder met hers in a clumsy bump.

He grinned as she shot three inches skyward with a hand clutched to her chest. The profanity-laden gasp that followed was the cherry on top.

How she wasn't routinely dismembered during her trips into the forbidden forest was nothing short of a miracle.

"Surprise."

She branded him a twat, delivering a retaliatory shoulder-bump with a slight more force than necessary. "What are you doing lurking around out here?"

"Quidditch practice wrapped up early, so I figured I'd take a stroll."

"A gorgeous morning for it," she chirped as drizzle splattered their faces.

"Caught sight of my favourite botanist and thought I'd put her survival instincts to the test."

"Results?"

"Atrocious."

"Blame it on my hunger," she sighed, booting a pebble in frustration. "Do you think we have time for a detour to the kitchen? I'm starving."

Garreth couldn't relate; he was stuffed to the brim with sweeties. The head of Gryffindor always whipped up a batch of red velvet cookies for their Quidditch meetings—something to do with flying the house colours and fostering team unity. A cloying sentiment, but if they earned him brownie points, who was he to complain?

Quite the wingman was Aunt Matilda.

"Fear not, sunshine. I've got you covered," he declared, fishing around in his pocket and producing a stack of the stolen treats.

"Oh, you do come with perks, Weasley."

"In Garreth, we trust."

The primary ingredient of his perks was fluff from his pocket lining, but she graciously overlooked that detail.

"How did the meeting go?"

"Eh, alright," he shrugged as he shouldered open the door and used a drying charm to restore his sodden hair to its usual wayward refinement. "Team building can only get us so far when the entire Slytherin team is equipped with the latest Nimbus."

Her proceeding moan could have been interpreted as one of sympathy or indulgence as she took a mouthful of sickly scarlet sustenance. "You could shave off your mane; you'll be more aerodynamic."

"Genius. I happen to be a dab hand at hairless potions, ask Leander."

Her ensuing sideways glance was a sly one. If Garreth were a presumptuous man, he might have thought she was checking out the ginger vista.

"Don't, though," was her conclusion.

"But I want to be a speedy boy."

"On your hair be it. I hope there's a nice-shaped cranium underneath all that," she said with a swooping gesture that implied his hair was three-feet wide.

"And if there isn't? How do I make egg-head look good?"

"Ask Leander."

Garreth glanced at her with a grimace of guilt. "He did not make it look good. Poppy mistook him for a golden snidget on three separate occasions. And a testicle on one."

His face lit up as he bathed in the golden glow of her laughter.

Professor Garlick was palpating leaves as they descended into the greenhouse—regaling her students on the metamorphosis of herbage as the wind slammed against the windows and sent the trailing plants into a wild frenzy.

They bypassed the lecture and gathered the equipment to carry out their assignment. Garreth watched the analytical projection suspended over the plant pot twinkle in his partner's eyes as she assessed the growth since its last inspection.

She was a vision.

An english rose.

Worthy of a Chocolate Frog Card.

Probably already on one.

He ought to go find it.

He unwillingly shifted his attention downward when asked his opinion on its condition.

"Beauty in its purest form," he declared as he twiddled a leaf between his fingers, though the sentiment wasn't directed at the foliage.

"Do you think?"

"The crème de la crème of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

"I didn't know you were so fond of mandrakes."

"Mm-hmm, marriage material if you ask me."

He went too far with that one, and she shot him a strange look, "Is that a joke?"

"Dead serious, sweetheart."

Her cheeks flushed at his honeyed words, and she hid it by bobbing under the desk to fetch the cotton balls.

"Here," she declared to the underside of the table. "You'll need some ear protection; we need to repot your wife."

"Saucy. We've been looking for a third."

She muttered a phrase popular among the muggle-born students—something about God giving her strength.

Garreth dismissed it as a term of endearment.

Having successfully ploughed his wife, the witch bent over the worktop to scribble down some notes for their theory assignment. As luck would have it, Garreth found himself conveniently positioned behind her. In a moment of whimsy, he indulged in a passing fantasy wherein the screaming atop the bench wasn't solely the mandrakes' doing. Their fictitious romp was cut short when she turned to Garreth with an expression implying he had just been posed a question.

They locked eyes for a transient moment.

"Hello."

"What can be brewed with mandrakes?" She repeated, fluttering the quill over the title of her notes: Potions.

The blood ascended back to Garreth's brain, which he used to fuel a monologue. He began with healing elixirs, then progressed to combative and defensive tonics. She was very impressed by his knowledge of the animagus potion, so only after he'd soaked up every drop of attention from that did he segue into miscellaneous potions…

"Younger or older?"

Garreth halted his steady stream of words. "Come again?"

"You said age potions. Is that for becoming younger or older?"

"Both."

"Got it," she transcribed the information onto the last remaining sliver of parchment before duplicating the notes and handing him a copy. "That should be enough for now."

"What would be your preference?" Garreth asked as he scanned her hasty summary. “If you had an ageing potion, would you go older or younger?"

"Younger." Her reply was instantaneous. "I'd sign up for first-year classes. Did you hear they get a class trip into Black Lake now that Nerida Roberts has made peace with the mermaids?"

"I heard the rumours, not the confirmation that they're true."

"Well, Mr. Moon has been preparing the boats for their afternoon class, so it's likely."

"Criminal. Why do the ankle-biters get to go?"

"The younger the human, the less likely they are to get eaten." She looked crestfallen at having involuntarily aged into mermaid fodder. "I'd do anything to see one in the flesh."

Anything?

Garreth tucked that juicy little nugget of information into the corner of his brain for future reference.

As he began to tidy up their tools, he hesitated as he reached for the mandrake. Since their last class, it had flourished quite spectacularly. Ripe leaves were unfurling, and fresh sprouts were vying for their place in the renewed soil.

The potions that could be concocted with all this deliciousness.

It made Garreth's thumbs itch.

He leaned on his forearms, knocking an elbow against his partner in herbology/crime. "Might I trouble you for a favour?"

"Another heist?"

"You know how it is."

"You still owe me for the last one."

"What's your price, sunshine?"

After a moment of consideration, she swiped her quill's bristles against his jaw and told him: "Surprise me."

Garreth's heart skipped a beat, then kicked up again at an alarming rate.

Fucking titillating.

"I'll wrangle you a mermaid," he stated succinctly, embodying the charismatic gentleman he was known to be. His words absolutely did not stumble out in a jumbled lump.

"Ambitious."

"And, on second thought, kind of inconvenient," he added, mulling over the logistical implications of housing a mermaid. "Fine, I'll wrangle you a glimpse of a mermaid."

"Still ambitious; how do you plan to pull that off?"

"I have my ways," he said, tapping his nose. "Meet me in the boathouse after lunch?"

She narrowed her eyes, scouring his features for any trace of dubious intentions. The boathouse was a notorious hook-up spot and had been the subject of a few too many jokes (that perhaps weren't entirely jokes) suggesting they relocate their study sessions there.

He kept quiet and tried to look like he wasn't harbouring several ulterior motives. Her curiosity evidently outweighed her better judgment, because she agreed.

With their tasks completed, the distraction sprang over to Garlick, loudly inquiring about the "breathtaking" new assortment of plant life on the opposite side of the greenhouse.

Garreth carried their mandrake over to the shelves.

In a moment of clumsy misfortune, he fumbled with the pot, inadvertently grabbing the plant by its sprouts and plucking off several leaves in the process.

In sheer happenstance, these fallen leaves found their way into his cloak pocket.

Completely unaware of the faux pas, Garreth quickly skedaddled out of the classroom.

The potion prodigy dropped a pilfered leaf into a steaming cauldron. It belched up a scalding mist of fuchsia fog, and Garreth ducked to avoid it with a triumphant grin. As the potion simmered, he envisioned what tantalising rewards awaited him for bringing her dreams to fruition.

It was an odd sensation—having impure thoughts whilst mashing troll bogeys into a fine paste.

Their fictitious romp was cut short once more, this time by the intrusion of an abnormally long nose topped with impeccable hair.

"Hello, Prewett."

Leander sidled up to the desk, two ice-cold butterbeers floating behind him. "Have you been here all morning? I thought you were joining us in Hogsmeade."

"An opportunity arose."

Leander looked a combination of curious and suspicious as he surveyed the array of grimy receptacles. He kept himself and his hair at a safe distance. "What's going on?"

"Just brewing a gift for someone."

"Who?"

"Someone."

Leander didn't waste time guessing; he jumped straight to the correct conclusion and informed Garreth that he was a soppy bastard. Garreth didn’t dispute it; she occupied his mind far more than any previous passing fancies.

Turning the notebook around, Leander scanned the nearly indecipherable process for age potions. "How far back does she want to turn the clock?"

"Seven years, give or take," Garreth replied, watching his friend sniff a jug of a failed experiment. “I overshot it with that batch. Best not ingest it; you might turn into a sperm."

Leander tossed the potion back onto the table and scrubbed his unsullied hands on his robes. "Are you sure about this? Sallow will have your head if you turn the heroine of Hogwarts into seminal fluid. Then Gaunt will harvest your functional eyes."

Garreth waved those minor concerns away, his focus honing in on the most critical point. "Don't call her that; she hates it."

"She'd also hate being jizz."

"Trust me, it's going to be a wild success. I have a secret ingredient," Garreth declared, jabbing a bogey-stained thumb to his chest.

"Heart?" Leander asked with a stifled sound of disgust.

"No, me. Garreth Weasley. Most of what I do results in the desired outcome, one way or another."

"Just with several explosions along the way."

"It's called pizazz, Prewett.”

"Well, I can't say I didn't try. I'm leaving before I'm implicated." Leander plucked one of the butterbeers out of the air and slid it across the table. "Best of luck, Weasel."

"Cheers, buddy. For the beverage and soon-to-be-forgotten advice," Garreth raised the drink to his lips and chugged half. Appeasing ladies was thirsty work, and he had begun to resemble one of the sweaty puddles forming on the counter.

He lowered the cup and was met with Leander's horrified visage.

"What…" Garreth's lips curled in disgust; he smacked them together in response to the cataclysmically putrid aftertaste. Had Leander fermented the beer in his arsehole? Bloody hell, it was foul. He opened his mouth to demand answers, but it remained agape as the tabletop began to rise.

Garreth watched in dubious disbelief as his full and frothy butterbeer, alongside a half-empty beaker of defective potion, ascended past him.

Oh shit...

No matter how much Garreth thrashed, pushed, and grabbed at the thick blankets swaddling him, he seemed to be making no progress towards freedom.

A refreshing gust of fresh air greeted his face as someone whisked the material away from it, and his vision adjusted to the gangly thing staring down at him. Bony hands were clamped over its mouth, muffling its irritating bleating, save for one vaguely familiar sound that slipped through the cracks.

"Weasley?"

Garreth had no clue what it meant, nor was he really listening.

His attention had been lured upwards to something familiar and profoundly comforting. It called to mind dreamy memories of tight cuddles and the aroma of freshly baked cookies. With his chubby arms eagerly extended, Garreth reached towards the glossy mass of ginger hair.

"Mama."

Mum's immediate response was a stiff: "No."

She lifted Garreth's arm and began probing the joints while letting out a string of confounded noises: "Well, at least you're not a sperm. How old are you?"

Ah, Garreth knew this trick well. He withdrew his fingers from his dribbling mouth and proudly brandished the moist digits—quantity unknown.

"No, you look younger than four…"

Garreth was actually trying to display eighteen, but that was by the by, as his stomach interrupted the goings-on with a grumble of protest.

Some absolute cretin had failed to provide him with sustenance.

"Don't you dare…," said mum.

Garreth sucked in a deep lungful of air, mustering every wisp of it to articulate his plea: "Mother, please. I'm famished." Except it took the form of a skull-splitting scream.

He cracked open an eye in hopeful anticipation of a succulent meal being bequeathed to him to find a stick hovering an inch from his face.

It looked delectable—a gourmet feast of the highest quality.

He took a hearty bite but was promptly shoved away by Mum. She wiped the resultant drool off on Garreth's hair, which felt uncalled for, before making a noise that shrunk his blanket into clothes befitting his podgy form. He was then scooped up haphazardly, his body contorting at a crooked angle as Mum's lanky fingers awkwardly gripped his limbs.

Her attempts to keep him upright were clumsy and uncoordinated as if she'd never held a child before. Something seemed fishy, but before he could assign any brainpower to the feeling, they were transported through a doorway and absorbed into a bustling crowd.

What were all these people doing in Garreth's house?

He caught snippets of his name, each time prefaced by words beyond his current comprehension like: "Is that..." and "What the fuck have you done..."

A few intruders waved, and Garreth returned the gesture despite Mum's increasingly laborious efforts to prevent him from tumbling to the ground.

Garreth realised it had been some time since he travelled by way of arms, and decided then that he must get back into it.

And so, after that fine voyage (during which he only vomited twice), they landed in a lush field. Overhead, people dressed in vivid green costumes whizzed around on brooms, overseen by a man to whom Garreth was unceremoniously presented.

The man's piercing eyes roved over Garreth's fiery red hair, then lifted to Mum's.

"Prewett, is this your foetus?"

Mum looked freshly displeased and dumped Garreth into the man's much sturdier arms.

A dark line was carved across his eye; it piqued Garreth's innocent curiosity. He reached out to touch it gently, but his new-fangled toddler strength drove his tiny fist to inadvertently deliver a solid punch to the man's nose. Garreth instinctively grasped out as he teetered on the recoil, knotting his hands in the man's thick brown hair.

It looked delectable—a gourmet feast of the highest quality.

Garreth tried to indulge in a munch, but his efforts were met with resistance as his fingers and mouth were gradually, and by all accounts, painfully, pried away from the tangled strands.

This scene unfolded as the man flagged down his airborne squadron. Many pointed gestures were exchanged among the teams' objections before they dispersed towards Garreth's house—except for one dark-haired girl, who stood on the brink of delivering the man's second solid punch of the day for reasons unknown.

Her shrill cries of "You can't cancel our Quidditch practice because of a baby; we're only three days away from a match!" did nothing to alleviate Garreth's confusion.

As they deliberated, he was placed onto the ground, where a grassy banquet awaited him. A fitting compensation for his ordeal in the hair.

In a fit of anger, the girl hurled her broom to the floor, which was promptly confiscated from Garreth’s reach. In the interim, he had chewed a dandelion into a pulp and was now squeezing it until the juices mushed out from his tightened fist. With pride, he handed it to the man for inspection.

Rudely, his attention was elsewhere.

"Up," Garreth called, his stout arms extended as he slapped his soggy green fingers against his palms.

He wasn't spared a glance.

"Up!" he insisted, baffled when his efforts to raise himself three centimetres didn't result in being catapulted straight into awaiting arms. With a disappointed whine, he stretched his limbs higher.

"Quiet, Weasley."

Not one to shut up on command, Garreth rose to his unsteady feet and supported himself on the broom the man held loosely in his hand.

"UP," he commanded.

Up he went.

Draped over the broomstick like a towel hung out to dry, Garreth levitated until he reached a midpoint of the multicoloured spires surrounding the field. The broom purred between his fingers as he hooked an ankle over, the trembling coursing up his arms and animating his fleshy cheeks with a lively jiggle.

A sharp scream rang around the meadow from somewhere far below him.

Mama?

Garreth glanced down. It wasn’t mum—it was the man. His arms outstretched and calling his name. Alas, Garreth's interest in uppies had withered away, for an instinct was awakening. He was somehow aware that if he adjusted his posture...

His cheeks, bereft of their former jiggle, now thrashed against the back of his head as he shot off at breakneck speed.

With a twitch of his finger, he manoeuvred the broom to narrowly avoid smashing into a row of seats—it was a reflex, a memory ingrained deep in his muscles.

He streaked over the team in green, their yelling and leaps onto their brooms signalling their intent to challenge him in a race.

Oh, what delightful fun.

The wind carried away Garreth's gleeful shrieks as he weaved through a narrow waterway flanked by the castle walls. The roar of his peers from walkways spanning the passage propelled him onward. He was a creature of speed—a blur of motion—and, as always, thriving in the presence of an audience.

He ducked beneath a stone bridge and burst across open waters, escorted by a pair of majestic snowy owls gliding alongside him. The birds dropped to the surface of the lake, skimming their wings against the mirrored reflection of the sky before soaring up into the billowing clouds.

Oddly, their shadowy doppelgängers remained by Garreth’s side. His toes grazed the waves as he strained to catch a glimpse of his companions beneath the waterline when a sleek fin sliced through the water, while something breached entirely on the other side of him. Their playful dives splashed icy water across his face before they vanished into the depths. Garreth laughed as he extended his hand and squealed at them to come back.

Glancing up, he realised that his beckoning had summoned a building instead, and it was hurtling toward him at a frightfully rapid pace.

A fish erupted from the crest of a wave, snatching him off the broom seconds before it splintered into a million pieces against the bricks.

Garreth plunged into the water, ensnared in slippery arms.

The biting chill was only a passing thing as the fish breached the surface, clutching Garreth by a pudgy leg and hoisting him above the waterline. It rotated him this way and that, inspecting him with hungry eyes.

Garreth could relate; dandelions had been a sub-standard excuse for nourishment—he much preferred fish.

He grasped what he initially mistook for a writhing mass of serpents, only to discover it was sinewy strands of fish hair. Undiscouraged, he sank his tiny teeth into the gleaming scales. He was torn away, the fish's reprimand manifesting as a bone-shattering wail that shook Garreth to his tiny core.

Upset, tired, and starving, Garreth attempted to deliver a solid punch to the fish's face, but his new-fangled toddler exhaustion hindered his little fist, and he petted the slimy creature instead. On the verge of an imminent nap, Garreth curled into a ball and utilised ropey grey fish hair as a pillow.

He was vaguely aware of some heated commotion around him; at one point, a hungry fish snapped its teeth in his direction while another held him at arm's length. He dismissed this as irrelevant to his situation, providing the offending party with a slap before settling back into his nap with a grumble of irritation.

His consciousness ebbed and flowed with the undulation of the water. A serene fish guided him towards the building he had narrowly avoided colliding with. The lake rippled around them, while boats knocked against each other as they bobbed in the surf.

A delighted gasp stirred him as a figure waded up to her knees to reclaim him from the fish.

This new resting place was the essence of luxury—her familiar, soothing voice a balm to his weary senses. This divine ray of sunshine shrugged a blanket off her shoulders and wrapped Garreth in its warmth, granting him the comfort he needed to indulge in the finest siesta.

He awoke to the jarring sensation of a turbulent ride, his eyes rolling in their sockets as he wobbled around on a skeletal hip.

Merlin, Sharp's built like a sack of razor blades, Garreth grumbled inwardly.

Wait...

His body expanded moments after his mental faculties did.

The flickering flames beneath the cauldrons danced in and out of focus as his vision swayed. Finally it settled on the scene: his body sprawled across Sharp’s lap, both on the floor, scraps of a size 18-24 month Hogwarts uniform strewn across them like confetti.

"Hello, Professor.”

Sharp shoved him off and flung an abandoned cloak in his direction. "Put some clothes on, Weasley."

Garreth felt as though someone had scooped out his brain, used it in lieu of a bludger, and then poured the battered remnants back into his skull.

The soft twinkles of floating candles were like fireworks to his bloodshot eyes, magnifying the relentless throbbing behind them. Everywhere he looked, countless pairs of eyes stared back at him, accented by whispers interwoven with giggles.

An audience during dinner was an unnerving affair he wasn't accustomed to.

He turned a deaf ear to the hearsay that he'd smashed up Imelda's Nimbus. He had enough to bury deep down without living in perpetual fear of a hex taking him from behind. He employed his Gryffindor bravery to bolster his confidence and strode through the great hall his with chin up. If nothing else, it was a great story, albeit a slightly mortifying one.

He caught sight of Leander perched on a high horse. No doubt poised to unleash a storm of I told you so's and serves you right for the bald thing. Before Garreth could muster his wits and rustle up a selection of witty retorts, he was knocked sideways in a flying embrace.

"You're you again!"

He glanced down at the figure clinging to him and Merlin, the smile.

"I was always me, sunshine."

"I can't believe what you did. You brought mermaids into the boathouse, real ones!" Her tender hug was replaced by a firm grip on his tie and a pointed finger jabbing against his chest as she scolded him. "Don't you dare pull a stunt like that again. The whole school thought you'd drowned, but, gosh, it was incredible…"

Garreth's mind spun as her voice gained momentum with each euphoric word until everything froze, and she was touching his cheek—a fleeting, electrifying brush of her lips against his skin before they were torn apart by Poppy and her rapid gunfire of mermaid-themed questions.

His knees turned to mush under the weight of endorphins drowning his system. He slumped onto the bench opposite Leander, who had undergone a mood shift and now radiated a deliciously palpable rage.

Garreth smirked at him.

"Desired outcome achiev—"

"Shut the fuck up, Weasley."

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cuffmeinblack · 10 months

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Strands of copper

Garreth Weasley x gn!reader

Tags: fluff | first kiss

1.3k words

"oh, shit. I'm in love with you??" prompt: 1. absent-mindedly playing with their hair.

A/n: Another prompt from @grandeoatmilklatte 🖤 and since it was for Gar I decided to link it into this week's Weasley Wednesday theme; Hot 🔥. Artwork commissioned from @cresmoons

Taking a break from the stifling library had been the best decision you'd had in a long time. Whilst Madam Scribner would likely smack you with detention if she found out you'd taken one of her books into the grounds, you thought the punishment well worth it. The June sunshine warmed your face and a soft breeze rustled your hair as you sat under the dappled shade of an old oak tree. It was unseasonably hot; so much so that you'd been shedding layers since leaving the cool stone enclave of the castle, left only in your thin cotton shirt.

Garreth was tucked deeper in the shade, citing his pale and 'prone to burning' skin, nevertheless deeply relaxed as he lay flat on the grass, levitating a book above his head. You had the urge to cancel his charm and see it smack him in the face, but he looked far too engrossed in his potions textbook to disturb just yet. Instead, you joined him, laying down and copying his ingenious reading aid as he smiled and turned the page with a flick of his wand.

The earthy smell of late Spring mingled in the air with the pleasant scent of your best friend sitting next to you as you tried to concentrate on your revision. Being curled up in the grass was far too relaxing, and the muggy heat wasn't helping matters; your head swam and vision blurred as you felt your head becoming heavy, eyelids drooping until...whack!

"Shit!"

"What?!"

Garreth's startled voice barked from beside you as you were writhing, clutching your nose and groaning as you rolled around in the grass. You must have fallen asleep and cancelled your charm, sending the book hurtling towards your face and breaking your nose. You threw the offending book straight at the tree trunk, Madam Scribner be damned; it deserved to be flung for the damage it'd caused.

"Hold still," Garreth said.

His head of ginger hair hovered over you, merely a blur through your tear-streaked eyes.

"Is it broken?"

Garreth grinned, his pink cheeks coming back into view as you could finally make out his individual freckles that flecked his skin.

"No, it's not broken. Probably just a bit bruised now."

Sighing, you sat up on shaky arms, wiping the last of your unshed tears from your eyes, being careful not to brush your battered nose.

"What's wrong with you?" a bemused voice called from behind you.

"Book fell on their face," Garreth grinned.

You were still busy wincing in pain, now with a frown across your face as your eyes darted between Garreth and Leander, who was settling next to you both on the grass.

"Not like you to be so clumsy," Leander remarked, picking blades of grass as he loosened his tie, cheeks already turning pink.

"I fell asleep. It's this bloody heat."

"Come here, there's more shade," Garreth said, patting the ground next to him.

You did as you were told, thankful for the deep shade next to the trunk of the towering tree. Surveying his flushed face as you sat down, you noticed his slightly muskier scent, drawing your eyes over his glistening skin to the curled strands of copper hair sticking to his neck. You were suddenly parched, licking your lips as your mouth became an arid desert. The rest of his head was littered with leaves and dirt; frankly an offense to his beautiful mane.

"You've got so much dirt in your hair, Garreth..."

"Mm well, all part of my rugged charm."

Leander groaned and you smiled and tutted as your fingers started picking the debris out.

"I think you're going to have a black eye, you know," Leander said with a chuckle.

"Fantastic..."

You weren't really paying attention. The humid air seemed to be dulling your senses, or perhaps it was the quiet hum of activity surrounding you or the impossible softness of the silky strands between your fingers. Whatever the cause, you seemed to be entranced, only vaguely aware of the conversation that had halted between your friends as the sun shifted through the canopy and cast a soft light onto the fiery locks next to you. He seemed to glow in the rippling rays of sunshine.

A cough caught your attention, eyes flicking back to Leander who quirked an eyebrow, and you frowned in response. Only then did you realise you'd been running your fingers through Garreth's hair, already devoid of leaves and twigs.

Garreth now had his eyes closed, head tilted towards you with an almost serene expression on his face. You tried to swallow but nothing came, and still your fingers glided through his hair, until Leander's intense stare became too much to endure. As your hand stilled, his eyelids flew open, appearing to break a trance.

"I'll erm...I'll be off then, shall I?" Leander muttered.

Neither you nor Garreth answered, being both thoroughly absorbed in each other's eyes. When had his eyes glittered like that? Were they always that green, or was it a trick of the light? You found yourself unable to look away, your other friend's 'see you later' becoming lost on its way to your brain as you were too absorbed in the lips that had found themselves brushing yours.

Your hand was still at the nape of his neck, warm sweat at your fingertips that didn't bother you in the slightest. It was too late to reconsider as your lips parted, kissing your best friend with a fervour you hadn't expected. The floodgates had well and truly opened; within a second his strong hands had pulled you across the grass and your fingers once again became entangled in his hair.

Now you could truly appreciate it, tugging until your heart's content as the moans Garreth made only spurred you on. Your tongue tasted the salt from his sweat as your skin burned against his fingers. When had he pulled your shirt from your waistband? Your tongue delved deeper into his mouth as his hands roamed and you couldn't breathe.

Pulling away, gasping for air, you found those questioning emerald eyes and answered with a flick of your wand to conjur a jet of water straight into your mouth. Oh sweet merciful Merlin that was good. It had had made an almighty mess and left you drenched but your body thanked you for it, the cooling effect taking hold immediately and dulling your headache.

You met Garreth's grin with one of your own as he pulled out his wand to do the same, leaving you both dripping wet and laughing in each other's arms.

"Not that I'm complaining but I think that falling book might have given you a concussion. Shall I take you to he hospital wing?" Garreth teased.

"That must be it...," you replied with a smirk. "I have to say I didn't think you enjoyed having your hair played with so much."

"It's nice...really nice. But uh...more enjoyable because it was you doing it."

The blush crossing your cheeks evaporated the last of the water with the intensity of your skin's heat.

"Really?" you whispered, a sudden shyness overcoming you.

"Of course...I wouldn't let just anyone run their fingers through my hair," he grinned back.

"I can do it again if you'd like?"

"Do you want to?"

You nodded with a soft smile, shuffling back against the tree trunk and patting your legs. Garreth settled his head onto your thighs as you marvelled at the view, tentatively placing a hand at the top of his forehead. His eyes closed with the first stroke, letting out a soft hum of approval as your fingers glided through his slightly damp hair.

He really was beautiful. All of him, not just the copper strands that teased your fingertips but the entire person now laying blissfully in your lap. He'd been your best friend for so long that you'd never considered anything more, choosing to ignore the jealousy when he flirted with someone else and the flutter in your chest when you made him smile.

Something so simple as as a gentle touch had opened your eyes, now there was no closing them.

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eggymf-archived · 10 months

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no place like home;

ft. garreth weasley with f!reader/mc (one-shot)

themes: hurt to comfort, angst to fluff, established relationship, aged-up characters, post-hogwarts, fiance!garreth, ex!dark!mc, slytherin!mc, 3rd person pov

warning: two idiots in love arguing, mc being the bigger idiot for once, implied traumatic events, implied violence, not spoiler-free, get a load of this sap

summary: she couldn't bear to make him suffer with every horrific danger that constantly chases her, hence she decides to run away one rainy summer night.

word count: 3.2k

a/n: happy weasley wednesday! this is my first entry and fic of garreth actually. i’ve decided to frankenstein the [lyric prompts] sent by @applinsandoranges a while back along with the weekly prompt for weasley wednesday, “wet”. also, if you have read these two smut oneshots (pt.1 and pt.2), this fic features the same mc (just older). that aside, enjoy? :D

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It was during the summer of 1892 — the year when they finally graduated from Hogwarts.

She never expected to be given the privilege of spending the summer after her 7th year with Garreth. It was undoubtedly what she truly needed: an opportunity to escape from the utter chaos of the life she has within her own family home in London: specifically her father's seething wrath after that stunt she had pulled, which almost destroyed their own family’s stellar reputation within the wizarding world's pureblood society.

Family drama aside, not only was it the perfect time for her to rest and recuperate, but it was also the chance for her to contemplate the future now that she has broken free from the shackles of her responsibility as an heiress (temporarily, that is). Perhaps in the midst of it all, she could also make amends for her past wrongdoings.

Oh, but [what on Earth can atone for all the wrong things that she had done]?

It wasn’t an easy task, to say the least, for the blood that was spilled on her hands all in the name of the greater good has long stained her psyche. There was an insurmountable amount of filth that resides within her as the vessel of accumulated pain, and all she could do was endure the ordeal. The moment she had made that dire decision in the repository during her 5th year, she was doomed to a life of loneliness, but all of that changed during her 7th year when the threads of her own fate were intertwined with his.

She never would've expected that Garreth Weasley out of all people would serve as the beacon that would lead her back to all that had been long forgotten — her own happiness.

Truth be told, she wasn't the most forthcoming with the notion of romance in general due to her unsavory experiences and personal issues, opting to steer clear of the entire topic in general. In fact, she was better off alone, but for some miraculous reason, the fiery-haired male had managed to creep into her heart, taking his rightful seat on its long-abandoned throne. It was truly a mysterious outcome, for nobody would've foreseen the unusual relationship to even happen, much less prosper.

A Slytherin and a Gryffindor; the celebrated hero and an aspiring potioneer. They were like day and night; the sun and the moon — ever so different, yet fell in love too soon. Perhaps the irony of it all was what truly brought the both of them together, regardless of all their atrocities, differences, and follies combined.

But even the greatest of love stories always had their own fair share of trials and tribulations, and the silly, dramatic little tale of her and Garreth weren't an exception. She remembered it all vividly: the times when she'd discourage him from pursuing her, only for her to fall harder and harder for him in the end.

“You'll never know peace a day in your life once you decide to be with me, Weasley.”

“I'm not good for anyone, lest you want a head full of gray hairs before you reach the age of forty.”

“You're better off without me, I assure you.”

“Garreth, please don't. I'll ruin your life.”

Yet her words, no matter how grim, threatening, or incessant, would always be met with his adorably goofy little grin along with the same simple reply that held the undying promise of his devotion and loyalty.

“I know.”

If only things were that simple.

From this moment onwards, ["I know" is never good enough] — not when she's aware of the dire consequences that would soon follow should she decide to pursue the yearnings of her poor, naïve heart. It was too huge a risk to gamble the life of the man who had brought her solace and joy amidst the pandemonium that rages within her blackened soul, for he was all she had left — the only person who would never treat her as a pawn across the chessboard; her most trusted confidant, companion, and lover: her chosen family.

The musical incantation of Vulnera Sanentur from his Aunt Matilda's lips was all that she heard whilst she silently wallowed in her own thoughts of self-blame, her eyes darting around the damaged parts of their humble abode out of pure guilt. She glances at Garreth's father, who winces as several hands aided him to sit more comfortably on the sofa. His younger sister and older cousins scampered around to repair the several damages within the house whilst checking up on the others after the incident.

It was an ambush by dark wizards: the ones who sought to covet the corrupted power within her. Despite her not being a family member of the Weasleys, they fought gallantly alongside her, defending her as if she was one of their own. Although they are well capable of empathizing and understanding her prior violent display of magic within the heat of battle, it did not quell the bubbling shame that stews within her being.

It was almost the norm for her to be targeted by the enemies that she had made in her past battles, but to be attacked while she was in Garreth's family home? To put the Weasleys in danger? Preposterous. Utterly preposterous. She'd never forgive her enemies for it. Hell, she'd never forgive herself for it either.

The warmth of Garreth's palm on her arm startled her from her train of thought whilst she was in the middle of repairing the broken walls, offering her a kiss on her forehead the moment her head turned.

“Garreth…” her voice, uncharacteristically small and hesitant, trails off while he cups her cheek, tracing his thumb over her delicate face as a form of reassurance.

“It’s not your fault, so please don’t think about it too much, alright? We’ll handle it from here,” he reassures.

Despite her evident disagreement with her fiancé's words, she bit her tongue, not wishing to add any more fuel to the fire. She gave the Weasleys one final glance as she headed to the kitchen to help his mother prepare their dinner for tonight while the others focused on either healing their mild injuries or fixing the damages within their house.

The Weasleys were a beautiful family. It was the ideal family that she would truly love to be a part of in a heartbeat: they were kind-hearted, selfless, and honorable, never swayed by the adversaries that came their way. It was for this very reason that she decided to protect them with all that she has, and she would never allow a single soul to harm even the hairs on their head even if it means that she has to bring herself out of the picture in the end.

Thus, she has made her final decision.

[She's only safe when she's alone], just as they'd be a whole lot safer without her presence. She could easily slaughter anyone who stood in her way without fear of disappointing anyone with her ruthlessness, and none of her loved ones would be used as ammunition to make her submit to her enemies’ bidding. This painful choice was truly for the best — such as the fate of all fallen “heroes” who walk a lonely, dark path.

Yet despite all the danger he'd have to face and the sought-after coalesced filth of humanity that literally resides within her, her departure was Garreth’s greatest fear.

It was on the same day of the incident that he received the heartbreaking news in the middle of that particular rainy night. His sister was about to pay her a visit for their usual heart-to-heart session, only to find out that she was no longer in their home.

“Gone? What do you mean she’s gone?!” he bellowed, fear lacing his voice as he sped towards the guest room with soft footsteps trailing after him.

“Garreth, I'm sorry. I went to her room and—”

Not giving his younger sister a chance to finish, Garreth barged into the guest room with evident panic, only for his heart to sink at the sight of a room that was entirely bare of her belongings except for a note that she had hurriedly scrawled before she left.

I'm sorry. I love you.

Garreth quickly ran down the flight of stairs and straight to the exit of their home. The shouts and cries of his name fell on deaf ears as he bolted out of the house, racing into the chilly night with a million panicked thoughts buzzing unpleasantly within his head as raindrops drizzled upon his form.

[She had his heart, and he could only hope that she wouldn't hurt him] permanently with one measly written goodbye. He was angry and dismayed with her drastic decisions that lacked his consultation, but he simply couldn't allow all that they'd built to just disintegrate in a blink of an eye. She was, after all, his dearly beloved — the person he'd give his all without a second thought.

As soon as the thunder rumbled, he hurriedly took out the piece of parchment that she had left, casting a tracking charm with his wand. The piece of paper immediately bursts forward, leaving a trail of glittering golden dust for him to follow before the increasingly damp piece of parchment falls to the ground. The spell worked, and it only meant that she hadn't wandered off too far.

He knew exactly where she was from where the trail was heading. With the location clearly visualized within his mind, he apparates to their usual spot, hoping that she was still within the particular vicinity.

Needless to say, he was right.

There she stood in front of the tree where they often frequented for their usual picnics — the place where it's usually just the two of them, gazing upon the meadows of the countryside whilst enjoying the summer breeze. She looks upon the ring that was on her left hand, admiring the ruby and two small diamonds that glimmered under the moonlight. With great reluctance, she attempts to slide her engagement ring off, intending to keep it within their box of little keepsakes before she leaves, which was contained within the tree's hollow.

Amidst the soothing pitter-patter of raindrops, the sound of an audible crack was soon heard from a distance followed by several thuds of footsteps, effectively stopping her. She whips her head in the direction of the sudden noise, only for her eyes to meet a pair of emerald-green orbs.

[Sometimes, she forgets that she was his] — he'd always find her wherever she may be simply because he knew her that well. She should've expected that he'd figure out her whereabouts within minutes after she had left the Weasley family home. He was, after all, her dearly beloved — the keeper of her heart; the one who knows her better than herself.

“Blast, I shouldn't have loitered around…” she thought ruefully as she faced him completely, a shaky breath escaping her lips as she braced herself for an earful. Instead, he runs towards her with a relieved expression, pulling her into his embrace before kissing her fervently.

As if it were right on cue, the rain began to pour harder, just like those dramatic little romance novels written by Muggle authors. His touch, although scorching against her cold, damp skin, brought relief to her mind, body, and soul.

It was only he could bring her such solace, nobody else.

As soon as his lips parted from hers, he grabbed her bag nearby before turning to her direction once again with a tired sigh. Before she could retaliate, he swung his arm around her, engulfing her in his arms before apparating back to his home — specifically into the living room, where the rest of the family was awaiting their return. A blush crept up to her cheeks upon feeling their eyes on her and Garreth, who held her by her waist. The both of them were soaked to the bone with their clothes and strands of their hair clinging uncomfortably onto their skin.

Wordlessly, Garreth set her bag on the ground before flicking the tip of his wand at both of them, casting a drying spell before making his way to the kitchen. She winced at his deathly silence, while the others glanced at each other with an evident grimace as well.

“... Alright, you lot! Off to bed, we go. Come along now!” his mother urges, pushing the other family members right towards the staircase, much to his younger sister's and cousins' chagrin.

“But mum—!”

“Shhh!”

She received several apologetic looks and pats of good luck from his cousins, for she was obviously going to need it. Garreth was upset — abysmally upset to be precise. It was a rare occurrence, but whenever it happens, it was a painful punch to the gut.

Silence looms over the living room, the thumping of footsteps dying out as they scamper to their bedrooms, leaving her and Garreth alone on the first floor of their home.

“Garreth…”

Silence.

“Garreth, please say something?” she pleads, all to no avail. He remains tight-lipped, averting his gaze from her as he grabs the nearby teapot to pour each of them a cup of tea.

She hated it when he was like this, but his reticence was definitely warranted. She sighs in defeat, finally deciding to stop beating about the bush.

“... The attack from earlier—”

“—Was, again, not your fault. And you ran away because you didn't want any of us to get hurt. I know that,” he cuts her off bitterly before he sips his cup of tea in hopes of calming himself down.

“Then you're aware of the dangers, Garreth. You've seen what they're capable of. You've experienced it for yourself.”

“Yes. So?”

“So why did you bring me back? You know that chaos ensues whenever I'm around, and it's never the good kind.”

“Really, now? Seems like a pretty peaceful night to me until you decided to leave,” he sarcastically snapped, much to her exasperation.

“Garreth, for god's sake—”

He slams his cup on the countertop, nearly shattering the object. His frown deepened, finally looking at her with a glare.

“A note with no explanations? Sneaking out right under my nose? Is that how trivial our relationship is to you?” he asks with a tone mixed with anger and hurt. She visibly pales at this, panic evident within her eyes that he would even think of such a thing.

“Garreth that's not—”

“—what you meant? Oh, believe me, I know. But it certainly feels that way and it's really upsetting. I'm not mad though. I could never be mad at you, but I'm sick and tired of you pushing me away at every bloody inconvenience!”

“I'm doing this for your sake! As long as I'm around, you and your family will always be—”

“I didn't ask you to play hero for us!”

“So you'd rather thoughtlessly sacrifice everyone else just to keep me around?!”

“YOU'RE MY FIANCEE FOR GODRIC'S SAKE!”

She was stunned into silence by his raging outburst, all retaliations within her head immediately disappearing as he ran his mouth, pouring out every single trace of frustration that had accumulated within his chest.

“Don't you know you're just as important as everyone else in here?! I know what I signed up for — mum knows, dad knows, my little sister knows, every single relative knows! You're already a part of this family at this point!” he continues exasperatedly, running his fingers through his hair out of sheer agitation. “Gods, you’re always like this! I hate that you feel the need to constantly tell me I shouldn’t be with you! I’m still here, aren’t I? Is that not enough for you?!”

She looks away, letting out a shaky exhale while she clenches her fists, her eyes becoming glassy with tears. His heart was thumping loudly, his chest heaving as his emotional hurt slowly descended from its peak. His glare soon faltered the moment he realized the aggression of his words, his fiery anger slowly dissipating as he stared at her with guilt simmering within his gut. Her eyes were downcast while she chewed on her lip, desperately keeping her emotions under wraps while placing her arms gingerly around herself to soothe her nerves.

With an aggravated sigh, he gently pulled her into a warm embrace. She whimpers at his display of tenderness despite the prior exchange of heated words, finally letting her tears run free as she wraps her arms around his waist, a string of apologies pouring out from her lips. He pressed his lips at the side of her head before parting from her as he cupped her face with both of his hands.

“Darling, listen to me. Look at me.”

She acquiesced, her bleary sight slowly trailing up to meet his verdant-hued eyes, which gazed upon her with pure love and adoration despite his recent display of anger.

“I know I may not be the best man for you, but you best believe that I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe. When I swore to you that I'll accompany you to the ends of the earth, I meant every single word,” he whispers with heartfelt sincerity, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb. “But all I ask of you is to please have a bit of faith in me; in us — that we’ll manage all of this just fine. Please, I love you too much to let you go...”

“But… Your family…” she meekly sobs.

“Then we'll live alone together, just the two of us.”

“But what about you?”

“Then I'll be stronger for you! Hell, I'll beg Sallow to teach me how to duel better if I have to so please…” he begs, his voice cracking.

“Don't ever leave again. Stay with me until the very end.”

At that moment, she finally caves into her heart's desire, standing on her tiptoes to urgently plant her lips on his without hesitation while his hand flew to the small of her back, the other placing itself at the back of her head to press her further into him. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally parted, gazing at each other's eyes with a smile of relief etched onto their faces. A surprised yelp escaped her lips as he scoops her up into a bridal carry, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“Well then, now that's done and settled, let's get you to bed, shall we?” he grins, his anger completely appeased by her response.

“At least let me bring my bag upstairs first, love. I need my clothes,” she laughs.

“Clothes? For what?”

“...To change in?”

“Oh, trust me. You won't be needing them tonight,” his voice drops into a teasing whisper.

Her eyes widened, warmth creeping to her cheeks at his insinuation. He chuckled at her reaction, planting a kiss on her cheek before heading upstairs with her in his arms. The tense aura that loomed over the entire building was now completely gone, her soft giggles of sheer elation filling the halls before a peaceful silence ensued the moment the door to her room was closed shut.

Like the moon and stars that reside in the night skies, this was where she truly belongs — right in the arms of her dearly beloved; her most cherished abode.

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festivalsofmargot · 1 year

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hello:))) can i request garreth x reader and what he would do for their one year anniversary? like he wants it to be very special and sweet and romantic because she’s the love of his life :) thank you!!!!

Freckled Serotonin

{Garreth Weasley x GN!Reader}

Got this pic of Garreth from Rimaeternax on twitter!!!

Word Count: ~ 2,900

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff

Author’s Note: Thank you for the request, anon! Didn’t realize how much I enjoy writing lovey dovey dates haha. I had way too much fun with this one 🥰 A good lack of angst here, you and Garreth have a very healthy relationship and you’re going to like it dammit lmfao. Take some time for yourselves and turn off your brain. Hope you enjoy guys, have a good day 🤗

Songs (if interested):

My Love - maye

watch you sleep - girl in red

we fell in love in october - girl in red

STARSTUD - Matt Watson

Garreth twirled his wand between his fingers as he made his way to the dining hall for breakfast. He was deep in thought of what to do for your one year anniversary the next day. The main plan the two of you had was to go to Hogsmeade for some butterbeers, but he wanted to do a bit more than that. He was worried you’d get bored of him by the end of the night if that’s all you did. He had tried to ask what more you wanted to do, but you were insistent the butterbeers and being with him were enough for you. Ever since, he’d been racking his brain for ideas on what he could surprise you with.

He spotted you in the dining hall standing near the Hufflepuff table, speaking with Poppy, Everett and Natty. He was starving but he couldn’t not see you first. He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and setting his chin upon your shoulder. “Morning.”

You turned your head slightly to look at him and brought your hand up to caress his cheek. “Ah, there’s my boy.”

Merlin, he loved it whenever you said ‘my’ while referring to him. “What potions do you need today?”

Your hand slid to the back of his head as you thought, gently ruffling his hair, making his insides go wild. “Hmm, do you think you could make me...” You made a clicking sound with your tongue as you counted off in your head, “...three thunderbrew potions?”

“Three?” He kissed your cheek and pulled away. “I sure do spoil you.” He turned to your group. “Does anyone else want a kiss and a cuddle this morning?”

You, Poppy and Natty cackled. He always felt a sense of triumph getting a laugh from you.

“I’m tempted to say ‘yes’, you asked so nicely.” Everett jested.

“Oh Everett, how long are you going to act like you don’t want me?” Garreth plopped down on the bench next to him and threw an arm over his shoulder.

Everett shook his head, but looked amused all the same. “I don’t know how you put up with him.” He said, staring up at you.

“I do what I must for free potions.” You smirked.

“Don’t know what I’ve done to deserve such cruel treatment from everyone this morning.” Garreth gave you a wink as he got up, then headed to the Gryffindor table, pinching your side as he passed.

Garreth was working on your thunderbrew potions during his free period in Professor Sharp’s empty classroom. You leaned against the doorway as you watched him measure out the ingredients and scribble off items written on his parchment. His robes were off and he had his sleeves rolled up, giving you a tantalizing view of his forearm muscles.

You loved his goofy, outgoing personality, but Merlin he looked so alluring when he was absorbed in his brewing. Garreth really was talented when it came to potions, but he had the most fun experimenting and trying new things.

You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist like he did to you that morning, except your grip was a good bit tighter.

“Can I help you?” He asked without taking his eyes off of his station.

“What are you up to?” You were being cheeky, peeking at the cauldron before him.

“Trying to make your potions.” He knew he made you go mad when he was engrossed in his work, he could keep up the act if it kept your hands on him. It always turned into this game of you trying to distract him and him trying to stay focused. He adored it. “I need to get more shrivelfigs. Do you mind?” He gestured to your arms around him.

“Not at all.” You tried to bite back the smile as you tightened your hold on him.

“You’re impossible.” Garreth sighed as he made his way to the ingredient shelves, you kept your hold and matched your footsteps to his. “Do you want your thunderbrew potions or not?” He tried to chide you but his chuckles came through. He’d always give off that he was annoyed when you had these bouts of clinginess to him. But, truth be told, they made him feel wonderful.

There were times when it would be tough to see you with how busy you were, it was why he was so dedicated to brewing any potion you needed. He knew you could just as easily make your own, but if he made them it could keep you connected. There was always a lingering worry that a distance would grow between the two of you and you’d come to realize you didn’t need him for anything. Every bit of reassurance he got was intoxicating.

Garreth grabbed a few shrivelfigs out of the jar, then went back to his station with you still on him. “You keep this up, you’ll be brewing your own potions.” Please don’t call my bluff. Please don’t call my bluff.

You bit at his shoulder and his knees went weak. “But, I have so much fun watching you do it.”

“Well then let me work!” He laughed.

You pressed your lips to the spot you bit. “You can work like this, can’t you?”

“Don’t you have a Crossed Wands match to get to?” He asked as he picked up his ladle and stirred the pot.

You groaned and rested your forehead on his back. “Nothing gets passed you, I see. I thought you were supposed to be the troublemaker.”

Garreth set the ladle to the side and turned in your arms. He took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. His stomach did a flip when he could feel you smile into the kiss. He stood strong, but he was one step away from being putty in your hands.

He pulled back, still cupping your cheeks and looking over your flushed features. He hid his giddiness with feigned vexation. "Happy?”

You smiled at him, staring at his lips. Heat swirled in him witnessing how blatant you made it that you wanted him. Tempted, he returned to your lips for more, kissing you deeper this time. The feel of your tongue gracing his bottom lip caused something to snap in him. One hand moved from your cheek down to your hip and he fisted the fabric of your uniform. His other hand slid to the back of your head, the hunger for you growing. He tilted your head so he could begin feasting on your neck.

You bit your lip to hold back the moan he was teasing out of you. Then a sizzling sound caught your attention and your eyes fluttered open. You thought the bubbles from the pot looked a little too big. “Garreth?” You said his name breathily, but he kept at your neck. “Garreth. The pot.” You said a little more stern, yet still unstable at his touches.

“Hmm?” He pulled away just enough to look back. “Oh dammit.” He released you and went to begin stirring with the ladle again. He threw in another drop of leech juice and that seemed to bring everything back to normal.

“How are you so good at brewing?” You moved to his side and stroked a finger slowly down his arm, causing a tingling sensation to course through it.

“On no you don’t.” Garreth got behind you and gripped your shoulders, pushing you out of the classroom. “You’re nothing but trouble, go on to your Crossed Wands match so I can finish up here.”

You gave a dramatic sigh. “Fine. But don’t think you can get rid of me this easily tomorrow.”

He wouldn’t say getting rid of you in that moment was ‘easy’. Once he got you out the door, you followed his wishes and went on your way. You glanced back at him over your shoulder and waved him goodbye with your fingers. He leaned against the doorway and watched as you left.

Love of my life. His heart squeezed at the sudden words that formed in his head and he rubbed at his chest. Before he could really think on those words, the sizzling sound started up again. “Shit.”

Garreth looked over himself in the mirror as he finished buttoning up his vest. Was this enough for your anniversary date to The Three Broomsticks? Or worse... was it too much? He thought it over and decided to tone it down and roll up his sleeves how you liked. You were always out for some assignment until the last minute, most likely you’d be disheveled in the standard uniform when he met with you. He clenched his jaw at the thought, he really liked it when you were disorderly like that.

He waited at The Three Broomsticks and spoke with some other students who were hanging out there. He didn’t know them, but he was the kind of person who could walk into a room and make friends with anybody. Where did his confidence go when it came to you? How did you manage to put such worrying thoughts of not being enough for you in him? You never made him feel anything of the sort, but you were the most capable person he’d ever met. He couldn’t believe he piqued your interest, especially when he had such a disastrous first impression that included a potion exploding in his face and getting you in trouble with him for it.

He felt someone touch his elbow and he turned, meeting your eyes. Just as he predicted, you were in your uniform, tie loosened, top buttons undone, shirt untucked on one side. He made himself stand up a bit straighter, trying to hide the fact that his nerves were in a frenzy at your state.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to clean myself up. Are you mad?”

“Livid.” He grabbed your hand, nodded his head goodbye to his new friends, and pulled you towards a table in the back of the tavern. Before the two of you sat, he wrapped an arm around you. He pulled you close and said in a low tone near your ear, “You should know by now I prefer you like this.”

It was a good thing Garreth had such a strong hold on you, because your body went weak, swooning at his words. You felt him step away all too soon and he pulled out your chair.

“I’ll go get us some butterbeers.” He said as you sat and he pushed in your chair.

You rested your chin on your palm and watched him. He leaned against the bar, chatting easily with everyone around him. Ever since the fwooper feather incident, you’ve been sweet on him. Garreth’s energy was so addicting and it seemed like every person he met felt the same.

You didn’t know how he did it. You could never talk to people as easily as he did, made you wonder what he saw in you. Not only were you much more of a quiet person, you were constantly out working on assignments, returning to campus profoundly unpresentable. Even after a year you still found it difficult to believe you were able to land him.

You were mortified at the thought of meeting him tonight in the state you were in, but you would hate yourself even more if you arrived late. Your original plan was to show up and assure him you’d be right back after you cleaned up, but the second he looked at you with those beguiling, green eyes, you didn’t want to leave.

Garreth returned with a butterbeer in each hand. “I felt you eyeing me that whole time.” He set one in front of you and took the seat opposite you. “Now, I know I’m a striking young man, but please do have some self control while we’re out in public.”

You grinned like a fool and pulled the butterbeer closer to you. “You are pretty nice to look at.”

He took a sip of his butterbeer so that the foam would cover his lip like a mustache. “Alright, I’ll let it go this time. But you can’t keep embarrassing me like this.”

You let out a snort, then shot your hands up to cover your face. He was instantly charmed. Unable to keep up his little comedy act, he wiped away the foam. Letting out a few chuckles of his own, he watched proudly as you struggled to quiet down your laughing.

He got up and moved his chair closer to yours. He sat back down and rested his arm on the back of your seat. “Tell me what I got to do to get that sound out of you again, I’m begging you.”

Finally getting your laughter under control, you removed one hand from your face to smack his chest. “Don’t act like that did something for you.”

“Ow!” He laughed, grabbing your hand and holding it captive against his chest.

Your time at The Three Broomsticks went on with him trying to get more snorts out of you, your hands stroking each other’s thighs under the table, and absent minded kisses.

“I’ll go get the next round.” You stood up from your seat and Garreth stood as well, grabbing your wrist before you could go.

“Actually, I have a surprise for you.”

You tilted your head, raising a questioning brow at him. “Oh?”

He nodded his head and offered his arm. You took it and squeezed, greedily feeling up his bicep.

Once the two of you were out of the tavern, you leaned your head against his shoulder and sighed. “Garreth, you didn’t need to do anything. We could have stayed at The Three Broomsticks all night and I would’ve been happy.”

He frowned and shook his head. “You would have gotten bored of me.”

You cackled. “Oh, definitely.” You looked up at him when he didn’t laugh with you and saw he was staring ahead, jaw tight. “Wait, were you serious? You... think I would have gotten bored of you?” You halted your steps and gently tugged at him to stop and look at you.

Garreth only looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing what to say. You had never seen him so unsure of himself.

“How could I get bored of you? You make brewing potions interesting, I could watch you do it all day. In fact, I’ve tried plenty of times, but you always gave me the boot. If anything, I thought you were getting bored of me.”

He met your eyes then, and shook his head. “Never.” The look on his face told you he meant it, and a touched smile graced your lips. His heart rate picked up. “I love you.” He blurted, feeling a wave of bashfulness. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked the dirt at his feet like a child. “Just... thought you should know.”

Your lips parted slightly in shock, something fluttered in your chest so harshly you thought it would burst out. “You do?”

Garreth nodded his head, darting his eyes back and forth from your face to anywhere else, the wait for you to say something back making him more anxious by the second.

“Sorry, you... caught me off guard.” You chuckled, rubbing at your face hoping the burn from your blushing would go away. “But, I love you too.”

As soon as you said it back, his confidence came back soaring. He also took a smug pleasure in seeing how fidgety he made you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you along with him to a dark, nearby alleyway. He glanced around to make sure no one could catch a glimpse of the two of you. Once he felt the coast was clear, he pinned you up against the nearest wall and narrowed his eyes at you. He brought his mouth to yours. He wanted to kiss you until you couldn’t think straight.

He brought his hands up so they were tight on your hips, and you cupped the back of his neck. You always had a terrible ache for each other when you kissed, but this need was on another level. There was more of an urgency this time.

He got lost in you and couldn’t help it when his lips strayed to other parts. He went along your jaw, nibbled at your earlobe, then began sucking at the crook of your neck. He usually would get a giggle from you when he did this, telling him to stop so he wouldn’t leave a mark. But this time you didn’t say anything, staying compliant at the feel of his mouth.

Everything about him in that moment was making you excitable. “Wait, what's the surprise?”

He pulled back slightly, “Hmm? Oh, it's a um...” He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to focus on your question, “... a chocolate frog cake I ordered at Honeydukes. We can get it later.” He returned to your neck to continue putting his marks on you.

It hit you then just how hungry you were. Butterbeer could only fill you up so much and you hadn’t eaten anything since before you went out on your assignments that day. “Garreth, I hate to say this. I really do, but can we stop this for now and go get that cake?”

He pulled back with his eyes closed tight, trying to regain his composure. “Fine. But we’re picking this back up after.”

#garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley fluff #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x gn reader #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley x you

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hollowwrites · 3 months

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❤️ Garreth Masterlist ❤️

✨ Main Masterlist ✨

🔞 Garreth Headcanons 🔞 - Headcanons for everyone’s favourite Weasley

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(Chronological Order check me out all fancy)

To Hogsmeade - Rewrite of the Hogsmeade quest

The Gardener and the Alchemist

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

- Garreth being a beautiful dumbass, but he’s our beautiful dumbass!! Very cute, hopefully spicy at some point!

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(Separate Garreth stuff that isn’t really canon to my other stuff)

What do you Propose? - Garreth proposal fluff

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Little reference for my Garr

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spooky-all-year-round · 9 months

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Confession (Hips part 2)

Reading the first part is recommended. Garreth has realized other people are eyeing you and now has to get the courage to ask you out! I took a bit of liberty with the floo network since as far as I remember we never see/hear a fully qualified wizard/witch use it I'm going to assume it can become non-verbal just like spells. Also I borrowed the Diggory name because it's a pure blood family that I don't see used often. Thank you too @fandomnerdworld for the ask! All characters are 18+!!!

TW: fluff, spicy thoughts, mentioned of past masturbation, people talk about the reader (in a good way), mention of future children together (brief), mutual pining, jealous Garreth protective Garreth, insecure Garreth/Reader, dramatic Garreth/reader, anxiety attack, fainting, angst? But not really. So self made angst

It had been weeks since Garreth's interesting night, where he eventually locked himself in a bathroom and masturbated until he was overstimulated and exhausted. THe still didn't know what to do about it all. He knew he had a crush on you long before this. But this sudden and overwhelming hold you had on him was something else. Before he noticed your intoxicating changes, he was able to put his thoughts of you to the side at least long enough to brew his experiments, and normally he could finish most of his homework without thinking of you several times.

But now you were all he could think about. Not just your body in a sexual sense. Things linke when you smiled at him, he imagined what it would be like to see you walking down the aisle with that smile. Listening to you speak made him wonder what it would sound like to hear you say "I do". Hearing your laugh made him think of you, him and a mini version of one of you playing games. How something in your eyes made him want to never stop looking into yours. Or of how funny you were, how you lend your friends a helping hand without a thought, that cute look you got when you were focused. His thoughts of you even floated into his dreams. If you were anywhere near him all he could think of was how to impress you, how to keep your attention, how to make you laugh. It did not help that others were noticing how much you filled out as well.

He had heard several other boys talking about how talented you were, how beautiful, how great of a wife you would be. He also heard not so innocent whispers about you. How you might feel, how you might sound, how your body was the perfect shape for having kids. He would never admit that the last one was his fault for bringing it up without thinking. But others were very quickly coming to the same conclusion he was. That you would be a wonderful girlfriend/eventual wife, and he was terrified. What if you didn't like him back? You always seemed so friendly with him he never really thought about you not returning his feelings. What if you did like him but he took to long so you said yes to someone else?! He couldn't let that happen, but he couldn't ever seem to catch up to you these days.

NEWTS were coming up fast so he was having a hard time keeping up with his work as it was, trying to find you on top of that was impossible. He tried calling out for you to wait up but you either didn't hear him or told him you would see him later. Which unfortunately for him you were always in a group when he saw you later. He tried following you hoping to catch you alone, but you were so good with non-verbal magic at this point you didn't need to announce to the floo powder where you wanted to go. You were also able to apparate freely when you left the school grounds.

It didn't help how jealous he was becoming hearing guys talk about how they planned to ask you out. Or how they knew you were going to say yes to them because you were obviously interested in them. Look how you were always so nice to them. How you helped them out with this and that. The ones he hated the most were the ones that boosted about how they were going to woo you with gifts. This was because they barely knew anything about you and they thought you were easily won over by a few simple gifts, like flowers or chocolates. They didn't know how wonderful you are and how you deserve the world, and because of that they would never make you truely happy and it irked him that they would even try.

But the ones that frightened him were the ones that talked about how they could make you smile and laugh. Which (in their words) meant they were a shoe in. He feared them because that's what he prided himself in, sure you two were close in many ways, but what if he was just the same as them? What if he was delusional about even having a chance with you? What if you just found him funny but thought nothing more? Maybe you didn't currently like anyone. Maybe you hadn't thought about him like that, but his confession would open up the idea and he could win your heart!

One dat he overheard you talking to Natty as everyone left charms. He kept a few feet behind you both hoping to not draw attention and maybe get some helpful information. What he heard made his heart soar and his stomach drop simultaneously. She was trying to convince you that if you asked "him" out that all these other guys would back off. "Him"? So you did like someone! Oh Merlin, you did like someone, that someone couldn't be him right? What if it was him you two were talking about? Maybe you were madly in love with him too! But it could very well be someone else. His face turned into a pout as he continued listening, praying one of you would say a name.

"I know Natty, but what am I supposed to say? 'Hey cutie, nice day right? Just so you know, I've had a huge crush on you since we met! All I can think about is playing with your hair that looks too soft, looking into your gorgeous eyes, and holding your hand while we stroll down the street! Your laugh makes me physically weak, and everytime you touch me I feel like I'm going to actually melt into a puddle. Please marry me!' Like that won't make him run for the hills and never speak to me again!" Your rant went by like a bludger, he almost thought your mouth might fly off with how quick you said it.

Natty did her best to give you an unimpressed look while trying to hide her smile at your dramatic imaginary confession. "I am sure he likes you. I have seen the way he looks at you and I have an outside perspective on how he treats you compared to others. I know he has fallen just as hard if not more so. I just don't think he knows how to outright say it. So he acts out to keep your attention, probably hoping that you'll confess to him first." She rested her hand on your shoulder with a comforting look before it turned into a grin. "Now! Go tell him before he thinks you're not interested. You're a Gryffindor, you have bravery in your blood! You'll both feel so much better once one of you admits to the other about your shared feelings." She gave your shoulder a gentle shake in encouragement.

Acting out? Who did he know that acted out for attention? Sallow for sure. Diggory was another one to make an ass out of himself before winking at you. Larson acted all self important but would that be considered the same? Gaunt certainly acted differently towards you compared to how he did most, but that wasn't the same as acting "out". Right?

Natty and you both stopped to turn towards each other fully. Garreth quickly hid behind the corner, terrified at almost getting caught. His hands were sweating, his chest hurt, the corridor felt like it was spinning. You had to like one of them. Not him. He lost you without even having you. Maybe telling you would help. Maybe it would change your mind and you would choose him! No, then he would just lose you as a friend. What could he do? Yours and Natty's voices sounded like he was hearing them underwater. Merlin, there was no fixing this was there?

He started stepping out from around the corner, hoping to pass by without notice. But you and Natty immediately noticed, in fact you nearly leaped out of your skin in fear that he had heard everything. It was obvious to both of you that something was wrong, he was paler than normal causing his adorable freckles to stand out even more. He was sweating profusely and his eyes were unfocused as he took uneven steps. You reached out to touch his shoulder asking him if he was feeling alright when he suddenly collapsed.

"GARRETH!" Your shout echoed around you as you did your best to catch him, leading both of you to being on the ground. You were kneeling while doing your best to prop him up and keep his head from hitting the floor. Natty used her wonderfully quick wit to come up with an idea. In an impressive bit of magic she conjured a stretcher out of nothing. Carefully you both lifted him onto it, making sure we wasn't going to somehow fall off. With her levitating the stretcher and you guiding it you both rushed him to the hospital wing. You could feel tears prick in your eyes. You could only hope it was just him being sick and nothing serious.

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You were sitting by his bedside gently running your fingers through his hair when you heard him mutter your name. You brushed it off as you hearing things. But a few moments later you heard it again, instinctively his face turned so it rested in your palm. Your heart was fluttering so fast you thought it might fly away. His hand slowly reached up and brushed against your wrist.

Natty had left about half an hour ago, swearing she "had so much homework" she needed to do. You were well aware she was one of the few students that could keep up with her homework, but it was so sweet that she wanted to give you alone time with Garreth that you didn't argue. You simply wished her luck with a knowing smile and a squeeze of her hand. She had squeezed back affectionately before taking her leave.

Not long later Garreth's eyes fluttered open, first he was looking at the wall in your direction. His hand ran absent mindedly up and down your wrist before his face scrunched up in confusion. He pulled his head away from your hand to look at it before his eyes glided up your arm, shoulder, and neck before landing on your face. A blush sprung up to his face as he pulled away sitting up as if your hand was made of open flames. He mentally slapped himself at the look of shock and hurt that crossed your face at his actions.

His sudden movements shocked you and you pulled your hand back just as fast. It hurt seeing him pull away so quickly. You had ran your fingers through his hair a few times before. Maybe he didn't actually enjoy it and was just being nice all those times. As you went to place your hand in your lap he grabbed it.

"I'm sorry I was just shocked. Please keep playing with my hair." He looked at you hopefully and he payed back down. He placed your hand back in his hair to show you it was really okay. Timidly you started playing with his hair, but you quickly fell back into the motions you had before he woke up. He sighed happily closing his eyes. For a few moments he completely forgot about what lead him here. He was just content with this quiet moment between the two of you. But once the question peeked it's head into his thoughts he couldn't help but ask. "How did I end up in the hospital wing?" His strikingly green eyes curiosity met your own.

"You fainted." He gave himself another mental slap turning his gaze away from you. Fainted? And in front of you? He wanted to disappear into the black lake. Maybe he could befriend the giant squid who could protect him from everything else in there. "You were all pale and you looked lost. I was so worried." The sadness and concern in your voice both cut him and warmed him. On one hand he accidentally upset you, on the other you cared about him so much that you not only worried but you stayed by his bedside. "Natty and I brought you up, you've been out for around an hour."

Natty. Natty and you. Natty and you talking about your crush who wasn't him. He felt sick again the clammy feeling returning to his hands. You must have noticed something because your wrist went to his forehead. "I was worried you caught a fever, but Madam Blainey said it was probably just stress from NEWTS." Stress. He could work with that.

You slowly pulled your hand away from his head. He looked back over to you only to find how sheepish you looked. "I actually have been meaning to tell you something. I know right now might not be the best time given you just fainted, but I don't know the next time we will both have a moment to spare." You sounded so nervous and you weren't looking at him. Did you somehow know he likes you and didn't know how to tell him you didn't like him back? Were you about to tell him about your crush on this other guy? Oh Merlin, that was it, and now he was going to have to sit here and reassure you that this guy liked you and that you should go for it.

You shifted before continuing, "I don't know how to say this. All the ways I've thought of have now just disappeared from my thoughts. I...I like you Garreth." Time froze for both of you. He was trying to process that he was the one you liked. All feelings of anxiety and being sick left his body. Unfortunately it seemed to only transfer to you as the silence went on. "I'm so sorry Garreth. We can forget I said anything. Honestly, I don't want to ruin our friendship over this." You stood to leave but he caught your hand again, this time pulling you to meet him on the bed.

You were now sitting next to him, enveloped in his warm embrace. You could not only feel your own heart racing, but his as well. You stuttered not sure what you wanted to say but trying to get some form of answer. He pulled away and grabbed both of your hands kissing them both over and over again. "I like you too, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. You practically live in my thoughts. I am wholely dedicated to making you happy. Anything to make you smile, to laugh, to even just look at me." He was now understanding what Natty meant by your crush acting out for your attention. "I would find anything if it meant you would give me even a moment of your attention, I would do anything if it meant you would give me even a pinch of your affection. I heard what you were telling Natty before I came around that corner and I am the happiest man alive knowing you feel all of that towards me." Your face went from confused, to relieved, before becoming shocked and embarrassed, untill finally it landed on a huge smile.

He grinned back bringing one of your hands to his face. "May I kiss you?" With your nod he leaned in quickly. He was eager to get to the kiss but was soft and slow when he got there. It was almost like he was scared you would disappear or change your mind if he seemed too excited. But both of your hearts were acting the same, soaring and free knowing that not only did you both have feelings for each other, but they seemed to be on the same level of infatuation. You both pulled away small smiles full of affection as you stared at each other's eyes. "Please be mine?" You answered with another kiss that he returned in full.

#garreth x reader #garreth weasley x reader #garreth x you #Garreth weasley fluff #i hope this is good

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5sospenguinqueen · 7 days

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Sebastian: I have a crush... on MC.

Garreth: Same.

Sebastian: What?!

Ominis: Get with the times, Sebastian. We all have a crush on MC.

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subastian-swallows · 1 year

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HOGWARTS LEGACY CHARACTERS:

How they would kiss you ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Sebastian:

Sebastian’s most intimate kisses would be saved for behind locked doors, despite his overly confident nature. Those kisses, the noises you make, are his alone. These kisses, are filled with desperation and an intense need to feel you completely connected with him. He loves you underneath him the most, when you kiss. The power of you being under his control, is something you both enjoy and yet, it’s never too much. He needs to touch you at all times, whether it be simply holding the side of your head, running a finger along the ticklish part of your neck or roaming your body — he needs it.

However, Sebastian isn’t shy. Nor is afraid to show everyone, that you are his and he is yours. So, in more public settings, such as Hogsmeade, the castle halls or more enjoyably — the Great Hall, Sebastian showers you with head, cheek and lip kisses. A big favourite of his, is kissing your hair, especially when he's in a rush and doesn't have long to sit around — but, he never leaves you without a kiss and even if it's an 'awkwardly rushed, slip of his mouth getting caught in your hair' kind of kiss, he always makes sure he gets at least one in.

Ominis:

Ominis' kisses are always intimate. He is a 'shows exactly how much you mean to him, behind closed doors kind of guy' — and prefers to keep his kissing, hidden away from others. Those kisses, are tender and filled with passion, yet, uncertainty. As if, he isn't so sure of himself, but eventually — he grows almost overly confident and bold and suddenly, it's like you've been struck by lightening. Ominis needs to touch you. It's how he connects with you on a deeper level, guiding his fingers constantly along your skin, your lips, your nose, your eyelids — everything. He must touch you. Your lips are his favourite of course and his constant teasing as he traces them, over and over — eventually makes you go wild and you just have to take charge.

Garreth:

Garreth's kisses are constantly filled with laughter, mumbling and hiding his face into the crook of your neck — especially when he snorts by accident and gets embarrassed. Garreth constantly showers you with awkward kisses, often when he tries to scare you in the Great Hall or in the Library — but, it only ever goes wrong, when you're caught. He's always kissing you. Whether it's with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, face hidden against your skin or leaning over you to reach for more ingredients for a potion and stealing a kiss when Professor Sharp isn't looking. Garreth's kisses are mostly sweet, he's a dork at heart — though he's bolder than he looks and eventually at times, he cares little for where you both are and you must swat him away in embarrassment.

#ominis x you #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy #garreth x you #garreth x reader #garreth weasley fluff #ominis gaunt x y/n #hogwarts #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy garreth #sebastian sallow x you

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latoyalestrange · 1 year

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how the hl boys would react to their partner having curly hair

ominis, sebastian, and garreth x curlyhair!reader (might add more later)

inspired by a new hufflepuff mc with curly hair. this is also very self-indulgent because i have curly hair lmao. i tried to keep the points specific to curly hair and not just anyone with hair if you know what i mean. hope you enjoy!

ominis

he would 100% smell your hair every time he was near you. he loves the smells of coconut and mango or whatever was in your curl cream.

he wouldn't mind when it would get in his face while you were kissing. it ticked, but that just meant he could tuck it behind your ear, and he knew you liked that.

he would LOVE to detangle your hair after you washed it. in fact, he asks you if he can do it if he knows you doing it yourself.

he wished he could bottle the sounds of contempt coming from you as he gently brushed through your hair, giving you a scalp massage after.

he one time asked you to teach him to braid your hair. it was a learning curve for him, but he loved it.

he was apprehensive at first when you asked him to do a hair mask with you, but he's actually quite fond of them now. he loves how it makes his hair feel, but he mostly likes it because it's an excuse to be close to you.

i feel like he would also constantly be on the lookout for new ingredients that could be good for your hair. he would also go shopping in hogsmeade and look for things for you there, including anything for your hair.

overall, caring for curly hair was entirely new concept for him but he was 100% committed to learning, since he hoped his kids would have curly hair like you.

sebastian

oh how he loooooved playing with your hair

whether you were kissing, or just enjoying the other's company, his hands always found their way into your lush strands, twirling a ringlet in his fingers occasionally.

his favorite part though is how frizzy and adorable it looks after you guys fight a hoard of spiders or inferi or something

he would chuckle and say "you look like a kneazle, love"

"sebastian!" you'd try to smooth it down with your hands, but it didn't work of course

"don't worry, it's adorable"

anne would've already taught him to braid her hair, so he didn't hesitate to help braid yours when you asked him

he liked to add tiny little braids in your hair when you weren't paying attention and when you would find them later in the day you'd be like wtf

he loves your messy buns. its his second favorite look on you. the little coils that escape around your hairline *mwah* chefs kiss he loves them

whats his favorite look you may ask? down. 100%. he loves the way your curls bounce around your face when you turn your head or are walking. he can't help but stare, whether you're walking with him or just passing by.

he'd never admit it, but he didn't hate the fact that he would find your hair on his robes and seemingly everywhere else. every time he would find one, you would pop right back into his head as if you'd never left.

garreth

he wasn't the type to do hair care with you or for you, but he loved giving you scalp massages. this man would take his TIME.

if you had your hair up all day he would move his hands down to your neck and shoulders and massage there too.

even though he didn't know much about hair, he knew he liked watching you do yours. whether you were detangling it or styling it, he thought the face you made when you were concentrated was so fucking cute.

garreth likes it when you have your hair half-up "so he can see your pretty face".

if it started raining while the two of you were outside, he would instantly cover your hair. either with your hood or he would take his off to put on you.

if you were to get your hair done, either curled or straightened, he would obviously compliment you but he would secretly miss your natural curls. so. much.

he doesn't play with your hair as much as sebastian but when the two of you nap together, he lets you lay your head on his chest and he'll play with it to help you get to sleep faster.

when you're on a picnic date, he'll pick little flowers to stick in your hair. sometimes you don't find all of them straight away and a couple fall to the floor the next time you style your hair.

if you forget to wear your bonnet/ don't care to put one on he teases you about your bedhead the next morning. he honestly thinks it adorable though.

reblog if you made it to the end!

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sallow-tales · 11 months

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Feather-light Falling – Garreth Weasley x GN!Reader

A/N: Well guys, here it is. Not only the first piece of Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction that I've written, but the first fanfiction I've written in probably 2 years. It's more of a blurb than anything, but I felt incredibly inspired. I'm pretty sure it's gender neutral, but let me know if you catch anything gendered! I hope at least someone likes it

PS: bonus points to anyone who can guess what song inspired me. I tried not to make it obvious.

Word Count: 962

In the crowded pub, Garreth enthusing about his most recent potion venture, it almost feels too good to be true.

After everything you've been through over the last year, it feels like the world has been waiting with baited breath, for something, anything to happen. It couldn't all be over just like that, could it?

Anxiety plagued your brain during every spare moment. Every corner you turned around, every darkened room you entered, you half expected to see a dark wizard or goblin on the other side. You couldn't even confide in your normal companions, as your relationship with Ominis and Sebastian was on the rocks after the incident with Uncle Solomon. You'd make it through, you were sure, but you just didn't feel like dumping your problems onto their shoulders, not when they each had so much to worry about on their own.

So when Garreth Weasley of all people approached you, offering his support if you ever needed it, you were considerably more open to the possibility than you'd expected to be.

“Hey, I, uh, I know we aren’t exactly close, but I want you to know that I’m here if you need anything.” His voice was genuine and you could see in his eyes that he saw you struggling. Despite his constant chaos, he’d always been an observant one.

“Thank you Garreth. I appreciate it, I really do.” You smiled politely, expecting that to be the end of the conversation, but then the redhead spoke again.

“Just wanted to make sure you know you’re not alone.” The words were intended to be a closing remark, but they struck a certain chord with you. Alone, that’s how you felt without Professor Fig, without Sebastian and Ominis by your side every moment–you felt alone. In that moment, you realized that you didn’t have to be, at least not right now.

"Actually, would you mind if… Can we just… go to the Three Broomsticks? I could really use a drink."

And thus you found yourself here, entranced with the ginger in front of you against everything you'd ever anticipated.

As you listen to Garreth ramble on, you can’t help but wonder why you hadn’t spent more time with him before. Sure, you’d helped him with a potion mishap on your first day of classes, and then snuck some billywig stings from the Honeydukes cellar when he’d asked, but outside of those few interactions he’d always been someone skirting at the edges of your life; there, but not necessarily of notice.

Now, he’s there and all you can notice. The spattering of freckles like paint on a canvas, the way he talks with his hands, the quirk to his lips that indicates his sheer excitement at speaking about something he’s passionate about–and actually having someone listen.

Your conversation continues for a while longer and one butterbeer turns into two and then three and you realize that the beverage isn’t the only thing making you feel warm. It’s also the fact that your anxiety isn’t bothering you for the first time in months. It’s the fact that you feel happy and comfortable exactly where you are. It’s a feeling you haven’t known in longer than you can remember.

And as Garreth’s green eyes flick to yours mid sentence, it’s as if everything clicks into place. You’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop for what feels like forever, and it does– not with the jarring thump you’ve been waiting for, but rather the featherlight touch of a snowflake floating softly to the ground.

There’s laughter and smiles and the urge to lean into him is so strong, but you can’t give in. You won’t let yourself give in. You don’t want to risk ruining this moment so artfully and accidentally created.

Before you know it, curfew is fast approaching and when you realize the time, you instantly wish you hadn’t. You don’t want the night to end, because you fear that this feeling will end with it. Alas, you don’t particularly have another choice, not once he stands and holds his hand out towards you. It’s an invitation, but by no means an obligation. It holds a lifetime of possibilities–companionship, comfort, and the piece currently missing from your soul. You take it, and he carefully leads the two of you out of the crowded pub.

The walk back to the castle is as slow as you can manage, and at one point or another his arm ends up draped over your shoulder and yours looped loosely around his waist, and you’re giggling and grinning from ear to ear. As far as you can tell, so is he.

When you step into the still air of the castle, you half expect the haze that’s fallen over the two of you to dissipate, but it doesn’t. A pang of doubt flashes through your mind, wondering if he’s even felt a fragment of the same emotions that have been pulsing through you all evening.

But your gaze meets his and you see the fire within him–not a wild blaze, or even the crackle of a fireplace. It’s the soft flickering of a candle, bright but fragile. It carries the capability to warm you, or to be blown out by a single stray breath.

It’s a look that you’re sure is mirrored in your own eyes.

“Do you think we could possibly do this again sometime? It was really nice spending time with you.” Your words are quiet, timid, barely above a whisper. He hears them anyway and he smiles.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

A soft kiss to his cheek signals your departure, but when you glance over your shoulder at him, you could have sworn you saw that candle behind his eyes burn slightly stronger.

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I love your writing sm oml :0 if it's okay, I'd like to ask for a Garreth x gn reader where the reader has terrible nightmares and Garreth struggles to comfort them

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Garreth Weasley x gn!reader

Tags: fluff | comfort | nightmares

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A/n: I haven't done a request in AGES, I hope this is alright, anon! And technically this is gender neutral but if you wanna be PICKY, since they sleep in different dorms they'd have to be different years or the reader a female. But, ya know.

You were so tired. Dead tired. The sort of tired that only came with the combined sleeplessness and emotional upheaval your recent nightmares had afforded you. The dreams weren’t new, but they’d ramped up in intensity over the last few weeks—a nasty side effect of the stress from your intense exam preparation.

Garreth may not have been the most observant of people but even he couldn’t fail to notice your frequently dazed expression and drooping eyelids. You’d almost fallen asleep during a particularly boring theoretical Potions lesson, covering various exam topics that might crop up—you were only saved from embarrassing yourself by Garreth’s elbow nudging your ribs.

“What’s going on with you? Not like you to fall asleep in lessons,” he said as you packed away your belongings.

“I just haven’t been sleeping very well, that’s all,” you replied with a shrug.

“Hmm, exam stress? I get that too, but we still have weeks to prepare,” he said, holding open the door.

You walked into the corridor and he followed, falling into step beside you as you walked back to the common room.

“Not entirely. I…,” you hesitated, wondering whether to burden him with your problem.

“You can tell me.”

You had no doubt he meant it completely earnestly, his piercing green eyes meeting your own with a sympathetic gaze. Whilst you hated discussing your nightmares, you trusted Garreth to keep it to himself, and his warm smile seemed to draw the words right out of your mouth.

“I have nightmares. They’re…quite bad.”

Garreth frowned, his hand noticeably twitching before he awkwardly crossed his arms in front of him as you walked.

“Is this about what happened…in fifth year?”

“Yes, it always is.”

“I could brew you some dreamless sleep if you’d like,” he offered as his face brightened, making your heart flutter.

“I know you would, but I can’t take it. It reacts badly with another potion I have to take,” you muttered.

Garreth looked slightly dejected but didn’t pry, his face rearranging into that of deep thought.

You’d reached the portrait that guarded the entrance to the Gryffindor common room—the unkindly-name ‘fat lady’, who sat looking haughty as she waited for a group of students to provide the password to enter.

“I don’t remember it, do you?” a tiny first year whispered to his friend

“No, it changed this morning, erm…Draco…something?”

Pushing your way through the throng as Garreth followed, apologising to the students on his way, you came face to face with the portrait guardian.

“Caput Draconis,” you said wearily.

“At last, a sensible answer,” she said as her frame swung open to reveal the common room entrance.

You clambered through the hole in the castle wall, breathing a deep sigh as you finally reached the cosy room, immediately throwing yourself on the nearest sofa. Garreth settled next to you, his face full of concern.

“I’ll be fine, Garreth. Don’t worry.”

“But I do worry.”

You gave him a tired smile, searching his eyes for answers he didn’t have as you let the silence linger between you. A lot of thing were left unsaid between you—for a pair of Gryffindors, neither one of you seemed to have the courage to let your feelings for the other known.

That night unfolded just as you’d anticipated—whether or not it had become a self-fulfilling prophecy simply because you expected the nightmares, you weren’t sure. You’d settled into your bed, willing your mind to drift to happy memories and comforting thoughts as you drifted off to sleep.

The thoughts turned sour and twisted into terrifying memories as soon as you lapsed into unconsciousness, reliving the very worst moments of your short time at school. The silencing charm you’d cast around your bed had been needed as you awoke gasping for breath sometime in the middle of the night.

The sky outside was inky black as you peered out from behind your bed curtains, the only illumination from the full moon and distant stars. Silent tears fell from your eyes as you relived the dream, images flashing to the forefront of your mind no matter how hard you tried to suppress them.

You were emotionally raw, exhausted and craved comfort. You wished you could talk to your best friend, but he was likely sound asleep in his bed, oblivious to your distress.

Pulling out your wand, you cast a Lumos charm, the light filling your four-poster bed. The books discarded at the bottom of your mattress stared up at you as you considered which you wanted to read to distract you tonight, finally deciding that you simply didn’t care enough to try.

With a great sigh, you considered an idea, slight guilt bubbling inside you as you formulated a plan in your mind. Rifling through your bedside table, you pulled out a piece of parchment and self-inking quill and placing it all on your lap, biting your lip in thought.

You began to write, cringing slightly—you hated asking for help, and talking about your feelings. But, you continued to write to your best friend, the words hitting the page feeling somewhat cathartic as you bared your soul and tried to make sense of everything.

Once you’d finished, you folded the paper into a small origami bird, a little trick you’d learned years ago before coming to the magical school, and flicked your wand. The bird fluttered in front of you before zooming out of your bed curtains and out of the dormitory in search of its recipient.

With a great sigh and calmer mind, you lay back down on your pillow, extinguishing the light of your wand and falling into a dreamless sleep.

You’d almost forgotten about the note by the next morning, feeling refreshed from your sleep and a pep in your step, you skipped down to the common room and came face to face with Garreth, looking harried.

You tilted your head in question, which he replied with bulging eyes, and you remembered what you’d done. A nervous fluttering settled in your stomach as you approached him, waiting for a reaction.

“Are you okay? I got your note.”

“I’m sorry, did it wake you?”

“Well, it did start pecking me.”

You suppressed a laugh, your mouth twisting into a smile as Garreth chuckled.

“I’m sorry you…have to go through that,” he said with a frown, looking slightly awkward.

“I just had to get it out. It’s hard to talk about, but writing it was…easier,” you admitted.

“I, uh…want you to know, if you need to, you can come and see me. Even if it’s in the middle of the night.”

You’d become absolutely fascinated with a tapestry situated behind Garreth’s head, pointedly avoiding his gaze. If you met his eyes, you thought you might just drown in them.

“Thank you,” you muttered.

Garreth cleared his throat, rearranging his concerned frown into a lighthearted smile.

“Well, let’s get to breakfast then, shall we? I’m starving.”

You could always count on Garreth to cheer you up—his sunny disposition always rubbed off on you, turning even the hardest days into ones worth experiencing. Whether it was getting up to something mischievous, indulging in your sweet tooth on a trip to Honeydukes or simply enjoying each other’s company playing exploding snap in the common room, you loved being with him every single minute.

Sensing you were in need of a little perking up, he insisted on taking you into Hogsmeade that afternoon for a butterbeer and peruse of the shops. The weather was wonderful, and you made the most of the Spring sunshine by walking the scenic route to the village, crossing fields and climbing fences until your boots were muddy and smile wide.

Garreth bought you both a hefty supply of sweets before settling in the pub with your drinks, giggling as the sugar hit you and your previous night’s dark thoughts seemed to melt away in his presence.

“Feeling better?” Garreth asked.

“Absolutely,” you replied, biting into a chunk of fudge.

“Good. Nothing like a little treat to lift one’s spirits.”

You clinked your glasses together and sipped your butterbeers as you watched him over the top of your drink. His face was flushed from the warmth of the pub, throwing into relief his glittering emerald eyes that you were always drawn to. He caught you staring and almost choked on his drink, spluttering over the table as you blushed and muttered an apology.

It was a silly thing to do, and you chastised yourself as you walked back up the castle, avoiding looking at him for too long as you talked. Was it really your fault that he was so…handsome? Gorgeous? Annoyingly perfect? Shaking the thought from your head, you returned to your conversation as you walked far too close together and spent too much time casting each other secretive glances.

Your streak of nightmare-free nights ended almost a week later after receiving a terrible mark for your latest Transfiguration assignment and a detention from Professor Sharp in the same day. The stress was getting to you, and that culminated in one of the worst nightmares you’d had in many months.

You woke up barely an hour after finally drifting off sometime after midnight, your head pounding and tears already welling in your eyes. Drawing up your knees, you hugged your legs and sniffled pathetically in your bed, feeling distinctly lonely.

Perhaps another note wouldn’t go amiss—that had seemed to help you, writing down your feelings and thoughts. Before you could pull out the parchment from your nightstand, you remembered Garreth’s offer. He’d said you could go to him, no matter what time of night it was. And wasn’t that what you really wanted?

You sat for several minutes, wondering if it was a good idea, but the unsettled feeling from your nightmare didn’t fade. Swallowing your apprehension, you wrapped yourself in your robe and donned a pair of slippers, padding to the dormitory door and out into the hallway.

His dormitory was up another flight of stairs, and you walked the route as quietly as possible, coming to a stop outside the room. Praying that all of his roommates were fast asleep, you silently turned the handle and pushed open the door, your eyes adjusted to the darkness now scanning the room.

You’d been in here before, several times—days and evenings spent messing around with Garreth and Leander, occasionally joined by some of your other friends. You knew where Garreth slept, and it was obvious by the numerous sweet wrappers and moving posters of the Chudley Cannons that littered his private space.

Being in here in the dead of night felt altogether different, and an apprehension filled your chest as you crept over to his bed, parting the curtains and poking his arm awkwardly.

“H-huh?” he moaned sleepily, squinting into the dark.

“It’s me.”

“Oh…oh! Are you okay? Do you want to…come in?” he said, sitting bolt upright on his bed and brushing his hands through his mussed hair.

You smiled at his attempt to look presentable even after being woken up so rudely. With a backward glance, you knelt on the mattress as he shuffled over, allowing you space to sit beside him.

Now you were here, you weren’t quite sure what to do, and neither, apparently, was Garreth, as he stared wide-eyed at you in his bed, illuminated by the light of his wand.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, leaning back on his hands.

You shook your head, suddenly exhausted. What you really wanted was to be held, to feel safe in his arms, to be his. You were a long way off of that, merely friends—weren’t you?

Garreth seemed to be trying to figure out what you wanted by staring right into your soul, as if your desires would become apparent by his sheer will.

“Come here. I mean, you know…if you want?” he said eventually, holding out his arm.

With a swift nod, you shuffled next to him, allowing his arm to wrap around your back. You both sat bolt upright, staring at the bottom of his bed in silence.

“This isn’t exactly comfortable,” you chuckled, breaking the tension.

“No, it’s not is it,” he grinned, sliding down onto his pillow with a groan. “Proper cuddle?”

You returned the smile, pulling off your robe and discarding it to the bottom of the bed. His arm looked so inviting, and you settled yourself onto the mattress, nestling your head where his arm and shoulder met, a tentative hand placed on his chest. Garreth let out the tiniest of gasps, his smile flickering as your arm lay draped across him.

“Thank you for being here. It’s always hard…especially when I remember…Eleazar,” you whispered.

Garreth pulled you closer to him, his other arm clasping you in a tight embrace. You let yourself be enveloped by his warm limbs, your hand sliding over his chest and a leg draping across his own to be as close as you could. You hugged him tightly, letting the tears fall onto his cotton pyjamas.

“I’m so sorry, I-er, know you don’t like talking about him…”

“I just couldn’t do anything. I was so helpless.”

“It…you don’t feel responsible, do you?” he asked, realisation suddenly dawning.

You nodded against his torso, sniffling quietly. Garreth responded by turning his head to press his mouth to your forehead, an unexpected kiss that took your breath away.

“You’re not, you did everything you could. You saved us all.”

You looked up at him with glistening eyes as he scanned your tear-streaked face and swallowed thickly. A hand found your head, an unexpectedly gentle touch, his fingers running through your hair.

His eyes stayed locked on you as his fingers soothed your aching head, your eyelids growing heavy with the rhythmic stroking. As they fluttered and closed, Garreth dipped his head, pressing his lips against yours as you sighed and body grew limp.

He was so warm, his lips impossibly soft and everything you’d ever dreamed of. You stayed in his tight embrace, fingers wrapped around the fabric of his pyjama top as he kissed you, gentle and sweet and comforting.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, pulling away, his skin flushed.

“Please, don’t be sorry. This is what I wanted.”

“It is?”

“It is.”

“I’m glad you came. You’re always welcome here.”

You gave him a lazy smile as your eyes shut. Enveloped in his arms, clutched tightly against his body, you fell asleep. If you awoke again to a nightmare, Garreth would be there, and that was all the comfort you needed.

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