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wedonthaveawhile · 6 months

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When she says my name.

Garreth Weasley x F!MC (18+)

Garreth finds himself entangled with the heroine of Hogwarts. As their encounters become habit, they devolve into a game of power dynamics and possession.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, possesive!Garreth, dominant!Garrreth, public sex, dirty talk, aged-up characters, unrequited love, pining.

AO3 // Word count: 3k

Garreth picked at the splintered wood on his broom from a recent tussle with a bludger, scanning the courtyard intermittently for any trace of his Quidditch team. Their head of house had recently delivered a stern criticism about their hero complex. Apparently, each member was too focused on personal glory, neglecting the importance of working as a cohesive team.

He eventually detected a figure on a broom, although quickly realised they displayed a level of nimble grace far beyond what he'd expect from one of his lumbering teammates. Hogwarts' resident hero was evidently making a return from one of her mysterious outings.

His eyes swept the courtyard again, a scattering of students strolled across the well-kempt grass, a handful basked in the sun near the fountain, but none he recognised. Thinking about it, Garreth wondered whether he should hang around for this team-building training. It was probably wise, considering he was not only the captain but also the one who had organised the whole thing. However, they were running late, and he had spotted far more appealing company.

Before he could put much more thought into it, he swung his leg over his broomstick and began to silently trail the unsuspecting witch.

He couldn't quite pinpoint when he started noticing her disappearances. He assumed he just hadn't been paying much attention to her whereabouts prior to her inquiry regarding his more 'unobtainable' potions. His tactics hadn't evolved significantly since fifth-year when he’d charmed the newcomer into pilfering Sharp's office for supplies, but he had become far more adept at sneaking around for rare ingredients.

He agreed to assist in whatever scheme she was cooking up, on the condition she helped him obtain the key component. Partly for the benefits of having someone on the lookout for wandering faculty, but mostly because the beloved heroine of Hogwarts could do no wrong. If their covert operation were to be exposed, her involvement would mean the detention time his aunt dished out would be significantly reduced.

They needed snakeweed, which he was fairly certain was cultivated and harvested in the greenhouse. However, Professor Garlick was extremely protective of her plants, requiring their thieving to be done after curfew.

Moonlight wiggled through the twisted tendrils of the countless plants scattered throughout the greenhouse as they dispelled their disillusionment charm and got to work.

"What do you reckon all of this is?" The witch gestured towards a dense blanket covering the harvesting bench, a few neatly folded sheets at one end made it appear like some kind of makeshift bed.

"Perhaps the rumours about Garlick and Kogawa are true. Maybe we've stumbled upon their secret little sex den.” Garreth turned around and playfully wiggled his eyebrows, narrowly avoiding stumbling into a venomous tentacula lurking in the shadows.

She pulled back the cover, unveiling a project in progress—mallowsweet leaves neatly laid out, drying between the two blankets.

"You need to get your mind out of the gutter,” she scoffed, laying the covering back over the golden foliage. “Or you need to get laid.”

"It was a logical assumption," he argued, crouching beneath a table, casting a dim lumos across a collection of small plant pots. "The height of these tables are just right for it."

"Should I ask how you know that?"

She lifted herself onto the table as if testing the height for herself. Garreth smirked as he shifted the pots around with flicks of his wand.

"I’m a warm-blooded male, I'd say I'm an expert in these things."

Spotting a small propagation of snakeweed, he cast a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping a watchful eye on the door. She wasn't. She was perched primly on the edge of the table, legs pressed together from knees to toes.

His eyes roamed across her body, and he realised he had never really had the opportunity to thoroughly check her out. She was like forbidden fruit, always flanked by her two Slytherin gatekeepers. It's not that he hadn't noticed she was attractive, she certainly was. Her feminine figure hinted at subtle signs of muscle earned from days spent sprinting around the castle.

His lusty gaze travelled up to her face, only to discover she had been watching him the entire time. Suppressing the flicker of embarrassment, he instead leaned into his Gryffindor bravery. He grabbed the small pot and approached her, his hips meeting her knees with an intentional bump.

"As promised," he presented her with the delicate plant, his fingers brushing against hers as he handed it over.

"That was easy," she raised the pot to catch the moonlight. Her eyes shifted from the plant to him, and her pupils bloomed. "You've earned yourself a returning customer."

"Splendid," he grinned, wondering whether this meant more after-hour hangouts, a thought that kindled his overactive imagination. "The first one's on the house, the rest might come with a price tag."

“I suppose I’ll have to start saving then. What's your price?”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to make demands beyond your means,” he backtracked, worried she might think he was being serious. “Wouldn’t want to scare off my favourite customer.”

"Snagged the title of the favourite customer without parting with a single penny?” She chuckled lightly, scraping her teeth across her lower lip, “Business must be crawling."

"I prioritise quality over quantity," his eyebrow quirked as he studied her face, purposefully lingering a beat too long on her lips before flitting back to her eyes. "Now, what assets do you bring to the trading table?"

"Let me think," she reclined on her palms. "What do I bring to this specific table..." she emphasised each word with a tap of her nails against the wood, "that a warm-blooded male might find tempting?"

Heat surged through his body, and he began to regret pressing himself up against her legs, there was no way she couldn’t feel his enthusiasm swell against her knees.

“Did I mention it’s one for the price of two?”

She laughed, the sugar-sweet sound tickling his brain and the movement of her body causing her legs to part slightly.

“See, what did I tell you?" he pushed his palms against the table on either side of her thighs as he slotted himself between them. "Perfect height."

"I took your word for it. After all, you're the expert." She gave his tie a tug before running the fabric through her fingers. “Well, so you say...”

"Correct," he answered simply, because the only other words rattling around in his head was an offer to sit on his face, and he was trying really hard to play it cool.

She cocked her head to the side, “Are you going to verify that claim?”

You would have thought they were time-fated lovers, not classroom acquaintances. She had been right. He needed to get laid, and she needed some stress relief. It didn't take long before her skirt was hiked up around her waist and he was showcasing just how perfect the height of the table was. He assured her the greenhouse was soundproof due to the mandrakes, though he wasn't entirely sure if that was true. Frankly, he didn't care. Her unrestrained moaning, nails scraping across the wooden table, heels digging into his back to pull him in deeper—it made a lifetime of detention feel like a minor nuisance.

The saying goes, once is a mistake and twice is a habit, but Garreth wondered when it tipped into addiction. Whenever she was stressed—and fortunately for him, that was often—he found himself happily yanked by his tie into the nearest broom cupboard, beneath the Quidditch stands before one of his matches, by the edge of the lake under a disillusionment charm...

Maybe this time, on the balcony of the highest tower?

That's where she gracefully dismounted her broom. He followed suit, touching down behind her without a sound. Her jumper was splattered with mud down one arm, but for the most part, she was reasonably unscathed which was a rarity. She tugged it over her head to clean it with a quick charm, and he realised the stain bore a suspicious resemblance to a troll's handprint.

He knew she could handle herself, she’d been doing so for almost two years without his observations. Nevertheless, he realised he’d begun to worry about her when she was away.

He cleared his throat.

She whirled around with startled eyes and he muffled her gasp with a kiss. She squirmed for a few seconds, but her resistance crumbled as his thumbs glided up her neck, tracing delicate patterns under her ears.

He wasn't certain if she was doing the pulling or if he was doing the pushing, but somehow her back ended up crashing against the wall. Her fingers wove through his hair as his lips tore from hers and latched onto the sensitive skin of her throat.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she landed a weak thump on his bicep.

"You look like you lost a fight with a swamp," he mumbled against her skin, his hands wandering down to her hips.

"I'll have you know, I beat that swamp fair and square."

A ghost of a laugh dispersed across her neck, "I like the thought of watching you mud-wrestle. Let me come with you next time."

“Or you could come in me now?”

It was an obvious deflection tactic, but he gladly took the bait. His kisses grew forceful as he began to nip at her exposed skin.

“You better not be leaving marks, Weasley.”

He grumbled in protest against the light pink blotch he had begun to work into her throat. Something in the primal recesses of his mind itched to brand her. He wanted his lips stained on her skin, regardless of wherever or whoever she was with when she was gone.

"What if they're out of sight?" His fingers danced against her neck as he worked on undoing her tie, it fluttered to the ground before he finished asking for permission.

She withdrew her wand and uttered the incantation for a protective charm to shield their misdeeds from any potential spectators. He took that as consent, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her chest as he unbuttoned her shirt.

"Where have you been?" he probed before his teeth dug into the plump flesh above her breasts. It had been nearly nine days since their last encounter, easily their longest dry spell in the two months since their greenhouse tryst.

"None of your business," She hooked her fingers into his trousers to pull him closer, trying to find some friction.

"I want it to be.”

"Tough shit, Weasley,” her voice faltered as he hiked her skirt up around her waist.

“Garreth,” he reprimanded.

She only called him by his first name when they were fucking. He was certain she’d been deliberately conditioning him with it. If he teased her too vigorously in class all she had to do was say, "Shut it, Garreth," and he'd have to discreetly conceal his excitement for the next ten minutes. She made him dumb, plain and simple.

"You'll have to earn that," she purred, licking a trail along his neck that made his gut twist taut.

He scooped her up, spinning her around until she perched on the balcony's banister. A yelp escaped her as she teetered on the concrete edge, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“I want to feel this tomorrow,” she popped open his buttons to speed up the process, “Please?"

“I've got you," he assured, feeling her pulse thunder against his chest as he positioned himself between her thighs. One hand supported her back, while the other fumbled to unclasp his belt.

It was difficult to recall how he'd ever got aroused before she came along. The way she demanded and begged all at once sent his brain spinning. "Say please again," he whispered, nipping her lower lip as he moved her soaked underwear to the side and positioned himself at her entrance. "I like it when you ask nicely."

"Pretty please?" she simpered before kissing him, her tongue eagerly seeking his.

He swallowed her moan as he pushed himself into her, she felt better than he remembered. Tight, hot, and quivering as he gave her everything he had. He loosely wrapped his fingers around her throat, and she whined against his mouth, her head tilting back as her eyes fluttered shut. He tightened his grip, her own hands scrambling at his waist to encourage him deeper.

He pulled her close by the small of her back with one arm, maintaining his grip on her neck with the other, aligning her to accommodate all of him. With each thrust, she bit down on the flesh of his shoulder as he bottomed out.

So, it was fine when she left a mark. He'd certainly remember that.

“You feel so fucking good, Garreth-”

A fractured cry fell from her lips as he pounded into her because his name had floated off her tongue like a prayer, causing something inside him to shatter, like it always did. Defining the constantly shifting dynamic between them was impossible, but it was addicting - He always found himself craving a little more than what he was getting.

“Who do you belong to?”

Garreth threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging her head up to look him in the eyes. She regarded him with a dizzy stare but remained silent. He began to slow down, and she instinctively bucked her hips to maintain some friction as her building orgasm began to ebb away.

“I said, who do you belong to?”

She wasn't his, they were both aware of that. This was never more than a matter of convenient timing and a means of stress relief. Nonetheless, he took pleasure in the hold he had over the most formidable witch of their generation. The witch with unwavering principles and determination. The witch who never faltered in her beliefs. The witch who was currently lying through her teeth for the pleasure of coming undone on his cock.

“You,” she whimpered, “Please, Garreth. Don’t stop, please.”

He didn't know if it was the way she was begging or the frantic desperation of her hips grinding against his, but he was teetering on the edge of his breaking point. He bit down hard on his lip, struggling to hold himself together long enough for her to reach the finish line.

"Chin up," he demanded, his breath coming in ragged pants as he reached one hand between them, rubbing a lopsided circle around her clit. “You look at me when you come."

He groaned through clenched teeth as his words caused her to instantly tighten around him, and that beautiful, hazy look fell over her face. She pulled him in by his collar, kissing him so hard it carved itself onto his brain and he released nine days of pent-up desire. He rolled his hips against hers as they both rode it out, briefly forgetting he should be gentle considering she was perched on the edge of a several hundred-foot drop.

He had believed there was nothing better than watching her unravel in his arms before seeking his own release, but he was wrong. Feeling her orgasm spasming over his shaft as he filled her up damn near killed him.

He fastened his trousers and helped her down from the stone balustrade. She smoothed down her skirt, trying to hide the fact that she was wobbling. He hoped his performance had met her expectations and he’d still be making her legs tremble tomorrow.

He peppered kisses across the blemishes he'd left on her breasts as he fastened the buttons of her shirt, trailing up to nip at the delicate spot on her neck just beneath her ear, the spot only he knew about, the spot that made her head tilt back and her vision fill with stars. He whispered an "Accio" against her skin, summoning a tie from the ground. He secured it around her throat with a playful tug before pulling her jumper over her head.

“You have to go?” he murmured between kisses, finding it bothered him less when he asked rather than when she told him.

Her chest heaved as she sighed, planting a lingering kiss on his lips before bending down to gather her things. “I have a study group. You’re welcome to join?”

He gave her a foggy smile and shook his head lightly. “I have some Quidditch thing I’m late for.”

“Alright, well…” She cast a fleeting glance at her abandoned broom on the floor. They hadn’t quite mastered the art of goodbyes yet. “Later, Weasley.”

“See you later,” he offered her a half-hearted wave, hoping she wouldn't make him wait another nine days before flying into his line of sight again.

As he watched her leave, he found himself wondering what impulse had led him to fasten his Gryffindor tie around her neck. There was the undeniable hope her irritation at his bold act would result in some passionate hate sex, but it ran deeper than that. It felt territorial. He’d been growing increasingly irritated with Sallow's lecherous stare and Gaunt's persistent attempts to cater to her every whim. They seemed to believe they held a Slytherin monopoly on her affections, all due to some unspoken event that happened over two years ago. Garreth understood her on a deeper level. She wanted someone who wouldn't procrastinate for two years, someone capable of making her scream on a greenhouse bench at two in the morning. He had a claim too, a far more substantial one.

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madebythe0cean · 11 days

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How HL boys cuddle/hug

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Sebastian:

✭ ever since his parents death and Anne getting cursed he’s not had a lot of physical affection (other than Ominis)

✭ so when you get into a relationship (and even before) he subconsciously gravitates toward holding your hand,hanging his arm I’ve your shoulders etc

✭ needless to say that when you introduced him to cuddling he was literally hooked.good luck removing him you’ve got yourself a human sized barnacle

✭ Even if your in another house you can’t escape his affection now you’ve opened Pandora’s box.he’ll often have you sit at the Slytherin table just so he can rest his head on your shoulder or vice versa.

✭ Do not and I repeat.DO NOT try and leave if he’s fallen asleep.you will have a very grumpy looking cat boyfriend hugging you from behind before you can even get to the door.expect his grip to be even tighter once you lay back down

✭ When it comes to position he’s very versatile.Spooning,face to face,tangle of limbs it don’t matter to him.the thing he craves most is the physical comfort of your presence

✭ He loves being little spoon,the feeling of someone’s warmth encompassing him makes him feel less alone.while your arm loops under his arm he holds it close to his chest with his hand intertwined with yours,holding it to his lips

✭ If he’s the one doing the spooning he adores nuzzling his face into your shoulder and neck.one arm wraps around your stomach and hold you close while other lays over your chest letting him pull you close to shove his face into your neck even more

✭ Obviously he can’t hug you 24/7 must to his chagrin so he settles for passing hugs whenever he sees you.his hugs are just the warmest things.like coming in from being in the snow and wrapping a blanket around yourself with a warm drink.he’s firm but still somehow so soft that you could just stand there and melt into the embrace

✭ It’s hell during summer.he’d rather melt then go without cuddles

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Ominis:

✭ Now unlike Sebastian,Ominis never really had any positive association with physical contact.the closest he had was Aunt Noctua but we all know her fate

✭ Now that’s not to say once he went to Hogwarts as a 1st year and was basically adopted by Sebastian and Anne that he wasn’t given affection but they understood his lack of knowledge with such activities

✭ When he was a child,before he got his wand,he was truly blind.Fearfully shuffling forward with outstretched hands constantly waiting for one of his brothers to cruelly jump at him.Once he got his wand he felt like he was on top of the world

✭ he never had to rely on someone to guide him.So once he gained his eyes in a sense his encounters with touch lessened even more

✭ So when you came along with all your fleeting touches and gentle hands he’s was thrown thoroughly off guard

✭ More so because he found that he didn’t mind the touches.they left a pleasant tingle and fading warmth that he slowly but surly became addicted to

✭ Once you tell him about cuddling he was hesitant but secretly very curious

✭ The fist time you properly Cuddled was of course in the undercroft.you had transfigured a large sofa to settle on while you and he did your homework (with him complaining about potions class)

✭ You had suggested that you could take a break and cuddle.he was very nervous and fidgety but within minutes on laying his head on your chest he was in heaven

✭ He runs cold.No matter the heat he somehow stays ice cold it’s low-key concerning.but my god is it a blessing in the summer (just make sure to wear a good jumper in the winter lest you freeze)

✭ He prefers to be either on top or both on your sides when cuddling.He particularly loves the Shingles position,your head on his shoulder with his arm around your shoulder.he doesn’t feel suffocated or trapped but still has plenty of contact so he can feel your presence.

✭ He loves laying on top of you with your arm over his back and other hand in his hair.He’s literally a cat,I don’t make the rules we’ve all seen him just sleeping in the halls

✭ The warmth you give off lulls him into such a state of calm he often falls asleep .like I said,cat.

✭ He’s thin and boney but not pointy.since arriving at Hogwarts he’s filled out his thin frame (Anne would literally add more food to his plate worried about the way to small portion size he would serve himself) so his hugs are firm and chilly but there’s a distinct gentle feel about them that’s comforting

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Amit:

✭Baby boy.baby girl.sweet boy

✭ Now he’s quite a different story compared to our resident Slytherins

✭ He had many brothers and sister and being the youngest of the littler he was spoiled for attention

✭ Moving to Hogwarts was a big and difficult adjustment for the star loving Ravenclaw.he went from a school of familiar faces and home full of people to a unfamiliar place with to recognisable faces

✭ Now even in India he learnt English but would often speak Hindi at home but here? There were little to no Hindi speakers

✭ He found himself studying stars alone instead of socialising with his new classmates.

✭ But with you? The way you’d just listen to him ramble on and on about the stars and his aspirations? It felt like home,it felt less lonely

✭ He actually had a pile a blankets he kept in the astronomy tower for late night star watching,and you joined him often.it was nice retreat from your galavants around the highlands

✭ Your first cuddle was quite romantic honestly,wrapped in blankets while under a blanket of glinting stars.he’s a hopeless romantic at heart

✭ Your head on his shoulder and his on your head,arms closest to each other wrapped around the other back while your spare hands lay between the pair of you.clasped together with your thumb running over the back of hand,his eyes closed and content

✭ It was a small detail but you noted that his hand was somewhat dry and slightly calloused.literally from his extensive time out in the cold air and constant turning of well loved parchment of his beloved books

✭ His hugs are akin to a nice cold glass of water on a hot day.like you’ve just found solace under the shade and the warm air cools as your thirst is satisfied with that cold fresh water.his hugs are like a relief from the hard day

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Garreth:

✭ Listen,we all know the Weasleys.Their a big family of fiery red heads

✭ His family is big on emotional availability.He doesn’t actually live far from his family he can easily visit over holidays.

✭ He’s never gone without physical contact in his life,even in his friendships he’s very affectionate (Leander will neve admit it but the unexpected hugs are nice)

✭ Even before you started dating he was touchy though he won’t go beyond your boundaries.his mama raised him good

✭ This boy is similar to Sebastian in a way,once you open the floodgates there’s no closing them.he sees you from across the hall? It’s on sight

✭ He had snuck you into the Griffindor common room (unless your also Griffindor) and he was already absentmindedly playing with your fingers as he rambled about his latest brilliant concoction (said concoction also turned poor Nellie redder than her uniform)

✭ It wasn’t even mentioned as you both found yourselves snuggling rather happily as he still rambled.he laid back against the arm rest with your head resting on your folded arms that lay laid on his chest.absolutely smitten with his passionate expression.

✭ You stared at his freckles,internally connecting them together as his voice became a distant buzz.His green eyes had a pure shine as he spoke,a testament to his ambition and dedication to his brews.

✭ He truly does not care how you cuddle as long as your cuddling he’s more content than a freshly groomed puffskein

✭ His hugs are sweet.he’s smells sweet to,it’s odd but welcoming.his hugs are like that meal you’ remember as child,it’s filling and warm.it’s brings you to a place of safely and belonging.his hugs make you feel complete

#hogwarts legacy x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #garreth weasley #garreth x reader #amit thakkar #amit x reader #0ceantalks

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frenziedfireworks · 9 months

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Sick

The HL boys reacting to their partner being sick!

(Garreth, Ominis, Sebastian)

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Garreth :

Garreth will make you as many potions as possible to help reduce symptoms/attempt to get you better. If you’re skeptical of them then he will try and find other ways!!

He asks Natty to help with soup or small things to keep you entertained while in bed. Books, little puzzles he creates, and stuffed animals.

“Babe you look terrible. I’m here to share my beauty.” (smack him)

He won’t mind cuddling and entertaining you with stories while you rest as well <3

You had stayed in bed for most of the day, hoping for the stupid cold you caught to go away. Much to your dismay, it did not. In fact, it only got worse. Your nose was stuffy and it felt like there were cats clawing at your throat at every swallow.

“Babe? Are you good?” You heard a knock on your door and you jumped.

“Garreth?” You questioned as you waved the door open. He stood there grinning until he saw you.

“Oh no. Are you sick?” He ran over, putting his hand against your forehead to check for a fever. His eyes widened.

“You have a terrible fever. I can help with it. Let me make you a few potions and I’ll be back.”

It wasn’t long before Garreth was back and setting a few vials on the bedside table.

“Here, drink this doll.” He put the liquid up to your lips and you drank. It helped almost instantly with your sore throat and you moaned.

“Feels a bit better huh? Got one more for you.” Garreth grinned at your bliss and fed you another strange potion. Almost instantly your sinuses cleared and you felt sleepy.

“This is so good. Thanks babe.” You murmured. The ginger just smiled and left a loving kiss on your head before getting up.

“Anytime baby. Get some rest and I’ll come check up on you later.”

Ominis :

He’s worried at first and then realizes you’ve just caught a cold.

He makes sure to give you your space and makes you tea. He also goes out of his way to get medicines or herbs that will help!

“Here you are dear. Just rest.” As he places a blanket on you and pats you. Wholesome king.

Sebastian and Ominis were seated in the halls talking when an owl dropped a quick note. Ominis opened it quickly and used his wand to help him decipher the words. His eyebrows pinched together and he sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Sebastian asked and the boy shook his head.

“Y/N is sick and in the hospital wing. I am going to go check on them.” Ominis told his friend and he nodded.

“Tell Y/N I hope they feel better. I’ll see you later.” Sebastian went on his way as Ominis strolled down the halls. Eventually the hospital’s door opened and your eyes slowly moved to see him.

“Omi.” You groaned from your bed and he followed your voice. His hand reached out and you took it in yours.

“Darling are you alright? Are they helping you?” Ominis asked with worry.

“Don’t worry Ominis. They gave me some medicine and it’s helped to stop most of the symptoms for now. I shouldn’t be this sick for long. I just wanted to make sure you knew I wasn’t ditching you.” You breathed out and he nodded along. He gave your hand a quick squeeze and pulled the covers over you a bit more.

“Thank you for telling me. Just rest up and you’ll be better in no time, love.”

Sebastian :

He worries too much.. a little too much.

“Oh my god how did I not notice. Don’t worry I won’t let you die.” “Sebastian, it's a cold.” “You never know babe.”

He’s surprisingly good at keeping track of medicine and helping you to eat. He does anything and everything so you don’t move a muscle.

He does not care about getting sick himself and will lay with you all day if you’d let him. He wants to make sure you’re okay and taken care of at all times.

You had come down with a bad cold and not gone down for breakfast. You knew your boyfriend would already be scouting around looking for why you had ditched them. You let out a cough as you heard the door to your dorm open.

“Sebastian? How did you get in here?” You croaked as the boy ran over to your bedside.

“Merlin’s beard! Y/N you’re sick!” Sebastian breathed out and looked around. “Don’t worry baby I won’t let you die. Not on my watch.” The boy went around the room fetching tissues and some medicine thrown around. Your heart fluttered at the care and he sat down next to you.

“It’s just a cold Sebastian.”

“Yes and next it could be pneumonia or something! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to nurse you back to health.” He grimaced as he read at the cold medicines instructions. You decided not to say anything, knowing that he was worrying so much because of his past with Anne. It couldn’t hurt to let the boy fawn over you anyways.

“Okay Doctor Sallow.” You teased and then turned to cough again. You hated when you got like this.

“Oh shush. Take this. I’m going to get you some water.” Sebastian paced the room and grabbed at the jug while you swallowed the terrible tasting concoction. He handed you the glass and you drank away, feeling the burning in your throat quell for only a second. Your bed sheets moved and Sebastian laid right beside you.

“Would you like to cuddle?” He whispered and your body relaxed.

“You’ll get sick, Seb.”

“Nonsense. Come here darling.” Sebastian yanked at your form and laid your head on his chest, fingers rubbing away at your scalp.

“Get some rest. I can’t have my baby being sick.” His lips left a delicate kiss on your temple as you closed your eyes. You were so glad to have him. Even if he was a little over the top.

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lil-renels · 2 months

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I’ve have been cooking some tasty little Garreth generations for you all.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts rp #gareth weasley #hogwarts legacy garreth #garreth weasley #garreth x mc #garreth x reader #garreth x you #hogwarts legacy ai #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #leander prewett

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biggestxsimps · 1 year

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Semi-Romantic Headcanons

A/N: I know pretty much nothing about Garreth and Amit so, sorry if theirs are off or just completely ooc. And for Seb and Omi, I’ve read so much fanfiction for them that I’ve forgotten what they’re canonly like. Probably lots of filler, I wanted to make sure they all had around the same amount of words. I like Seb’s the least, it’s so cringy 😭Also the pic below took so long to make omg.

Sebastian S. + Ominis G. + Garreth W. + Amit T. x Male Reader (Seperate)

Sebastian Sallow:

Very flirtatious

Always coming up with witty flirty responses to about anything you say.

Flirt back and he’s in awe, absolutely love-struck.

He’s very clingy, gets really jealous if he sees you talking to others he knows are into you.

Wants your attention constantly on him.

Not-so-subtly lets others you’re talking to know that you’re together.

Wraps your arm around his waist or goes for a back hug, eyes glaring at the person you’re speaking to.

Once the person walks away, you look back at the shorter boy and he’s innocently staring back at you.

Loves spending time with you, no matter what the two of you are doing.

Likes getting up to mischief with you.

If you’re not so into that though, he’s cool with just chilling too.

He appreciates the quiet moments too, with so much going on in his life, he loves to just lay against you and relax.

Prefers being held though, it just reminds him that he’s safe and doesn’t have anything to worry about.

Such a goofy romantic too.

You two lie in bed, Sebastian in your arms as you place giggly kisses all over each other's faces.

Kisses are his favourite, no matter the type.

Loves any time where your lips are connected to him.

Really likes when you kiss his freckles, his shoulders are crowded with them.

His shoulders and neck will start to redden at the contact and you can’t help but laugh as Sebastian tries to deny his blushing.

Also likes when you just count his freckles

He’ll just jay in your lap as your fingers dance across his face, eyes concentrating as you count out loud.

Wearing such a silly grin as he watches your eyes scan over him.

He offers to duel you in the Undercroft, suggesting it so the both of you can get better at it.

Puts his all into trying to beat you, but always ends up losing.

Fixes his tie and cockily states that he “Lost on purpose” “If he actually put in the effort, he’d hurt you, and he didn’t want that.”

You laugh as you nod, accepting his words to spare him from the embarrassment.

Dates in the Undercroft, or any secret place he can take you.

As much as he loves having your relationship displayed in public, he loves being with you in private more.

He’s got quite a bit on his plate so he likes being alone to talk to you about those sensitive things.

He finds a lot of comfort, not only in your actions, but in you as a person.

He doesn’t crack often, but when he does, you’re his go to person for reassurance.

Prefers to sit in your lap in silence as you comfortingly rub your hand up and down his back.

The sound of your breathing and the feeling of your hands are enough to calm him down.

Ominis Gaunt:

Loves your touch

Not necessarily the romantic sort, just any physical connection.

He can’t see you so he loves the feeling of your hand on top of his, or placed on his thigh to know that you’re there.

He’s not the biggest fan of PDA, so you might have to just sit really close beside him in class instead.

Your knees or shoulders touching.

In private though, he can’t get enough of your affection.

Pretends to not enjoy it but his face erupts with the slightest romantic gesture.

Really likes it when you kiss his beauty marks

He’s definitely memorized where they are now thanks to you.

He’ll keep his hands on you a lot, most of the time on your face.

His palm grazing over all your features as he compliments them.

He appreciates your beauty through touch.

Tell him how beautiful he is.

He loses his train of thought and sits there with a goofy grin.

“Thank you, Dear”

Then tell him how pretty his smile is and he’s covering his face while his cheeks burn.

Lots of study dates.

Likes going somewhere private for them so you’re either in the Undercroft or in your dorms.

Prefers listening to you read rather than using his wand.

Your voice always brings butterflies into his stomach.

Insists that you read to him, he’ll excuse it by saying that he can’t be bothered to use his wand and it’ll just be easier if you read it for the both of you.

You know what he’s doing though, teasing him about it but still reading your assignments to the other.

Rests his head in your lap as you talk to him about your day.

Mumbling every now and then when you ask for his input, but otherwise he just silently listens.

Truly can’t get enough of your voice.

Will fall asleep so quickly if you whisper in his ear while scratching his head or rubbing your fingers against his palm.

He’s such a peaceful sleeper

You’re so grateful he lets you see him in such a vulnerable state.

And of course you show him how much you trust him by telling him all your deepest secrets.

A decent chunk of your nights are filled with comforting whispers and muffled sobs.

You two are always there for each other, no matter how late or how dumb the reason may be.

I’d like to think he’s good at comforting others, he knows what he wished people would’ve told him when he was younger and can find all the right things to say.

On nights like that, his grip is iron.

Whether he’s comforting you, or on the receiving end of the comfort, his arms would be so tight around you.

Touch in those vulnerable moments is exactly what the both of you need.

Let’s end this on a positive note, he really enjoys spooning.

His head dug into your shoulder as all he can feel, smell, and sense is you.

Garreth Weasley:

Type of guy to claim to be a master at relationships and swooning people.

But as soon as you asked him out, he was so awkward, stumbling over his words as he accepts your confession.

Brags about you to everyone, all the time.

He’s so grateful to have you and he wants the whole school to know.

Definitely the most unintentionally chaotic couple at Hogwarts.

The two of you are always getting into trouble for failed potions recipes.

Accidently making a mess of the potions classroom.

Detentions become weekly dates for the both of you, the room full of laughter as you scrub away the mess you made.

It ends up taking an extra few hours to finish cleaning but it’s not like either of you mind.

When you guys aren’t in detention, you guys go on proper dates to Hogsmeade.

Takes you to Honeydukes more often than not.

Wants to spoil you by buying anything you want from there.

If you insist on spoiling him though, he won’t deny.

He’s really thankful if you do, demanding that he treats you to something next time.

Big fan of cuddles

Loves to just lie in your arms in your common rooms on the weekends.

Face planted into your chest as he mumbles about whatever.

He rambles a lot

Pretty much all the time

When you're walking to classes, in classes, while you're studying and before the two of you fall asleep.

A lot of his rambling is about his potions

He loves having someone to tell all his findings to.

If you're a quiet person, he'll love that you're such a good listener, and he really appreciates you dealing with his rants.

If you're like him, the both of you are blabbing all day. Conversations never ending. From when you wake to when you sleep.

Randomly kisses you all throughout the day.

Like all over your face, just jumps in mid conversation and pecks your cheek.

He has no shame, doing it in class and in front of your classmates too.

Gets really flustered if you do it back to him.

Honestly loves just any sort of PDA, like I said before, he loves bragging about you so he’ll love having your arm around his waist as he shows you off.

Or just throwing his own arm around your shoulder while you talk to someone else.

It’s part wanting to brag and part being a little jealous.

You assure him that he’s the only one you want, but it doesn’t stop him from letting the whole school know you’re his and he’s yours.

Kiss his freckles, it gets him all giggly and weak in the knees.

Kiss the ones on his cheeks to the ones down his neck and then to his back, he’s an absolute sucker for it.

His face will turn as red as his hair.

Amit Thakkar:

He’s definitely a nervous wreck, all throughout your relationship.

He wouldn’t be the best with words at the start, instead sharing his hobbies and interests with you.

Most of your dates would be up in the astronomy tower.

Amit handing you the telescope each time he finds a new constellation he wants to show you.

Always mentioning how they remind him of your beauty.

The way they shine as bright as your eyes.

Cheesy astronomy pick-up lines he probably learnt from Garreth.

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.” “You are my sun, my moon and all of my stars.” “If a star fell from the sky every time I thought of you, there would be none left in the sky”

Honestly, he’s such a gentleman though.

If you guys aren’t in the astronomy tower, you’re out in the fields, hand-in-hand as the two of you lay back and stargaze.

Loves to do things you like too, he’ll try any of your hobbies.

He doesn’t mind what the two of you are doing, as long as you’re with each other.

He struggles with small talk so he likes to just lie on you or sit beside you, enjoying the silence together.

Really enjoys the feeling of your hands in his hair.

Whenever he’s feeling nervous or stressed out, just place a hand in his hair, he’ll immediately relax.

If the two of you are in bed and you play with his hair, he’ll pass out straight away.

He just finds it so comforting.

I feel like he tends to overwork himself a lot, or just forgets to sleep while studying.

So once it gets late, you just carefully pull him away, promising him he’ll get it done tomorrow and to just focus on sleep now.

He’s thankful that you’re there for him, after meeting you, he’s been getting much more sleep.

He’s not sure how to kiss, and whenever the two of you do, he accidentally messes it up.

So he’s just resorted to kissing your hands or your cheek, places he can’t kiss you wrong.

He loves when you quickly peck his lips, but anything more than that and he’s stumbling out apologies after nearly eating your face off.

You find it adorable and don’t really mind when he messes up.

You tell him but he’s usually too busy worrying about how foolish he looked.

Just give him a few pecks on the cheek and he’ll stop apologizing.

He loves studying with you, he helps a lot with the subjects you struggle with.

Not only because he enjoys any opportunity to learn but you also give him a kiss whenever you understand what the two of you are working on.

His hand will softly rub against his cheek, he thinks about how he wants you to thank him more often.

A/N: These are the best GIFs Tumblr has for them so I’m sorry they look a little weird. These headcanons are just my opinion so please don’t crucify me for them. If your opinion does differ though, please let me know what you think, I’d like to read what people think they’re like, especially the last two.

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A Steamy Commute. (Garreth Weasley x F!Reader) 🔞

pairing: Garreth Weasley x F!reader (she/her) genre: SMUT (MDNI), everyone is 18+ word count: 5.2k warnings: sneaky public s*x in a train | masturbation (f!receiving) | dirty talk summary: Garreth finds his female classmate alone in the farthest compartment of the Hogwarts Express and takes his chance to relieve the tension between them. A/N: Wanted to write Garreth smut lol | smut without logic My masterlist.

Compartment seven of the Hogwarts Express was filled with the cackling of Gryffindor’s best duelers Natty and Leander while they bantered about yet another Summoner’s Court game they had played that morning before leaving the castle. Garreth, who sat next to his fellow redhead, reminisced about his successful term. Now a seventh-year, his N.E.W.T.S. were looking great so far after finding a study buddy in the new girl that joined Hogwarts two years ago. He hadn’t yet seen her today, but decided it would be best to look for her to give her his a special thanks before separating for the next two weeks. With a half-assed excuse about needing to speak with his aunt Matilda, Garreth excused himself from his friends and stepped out to the corridor.

She was sitting in the farthest compartment of the train while it chugged through the Scottish landscape when Garreth noticed her. A mischievous smile tugged on his lips as he knocked on the glass door and stepped inside with his typical theatrical flourish to join his friend in the small booth who already beamed at the sight of his face. She made room for him to sit opposite her and stretch his lanky legs underneath her bench. “Cheers,” he grinned brightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes. “No watchdogs on patrol today?”

The girl smiled at him when she saw him get comfortable on the seat in front of her, tucking his feet underneath hers while he crossed his arms. “Hey, Garreth,” she began with her sweet voice, the same one that always managed to convince him to study and stay out of trouble with his professors. The same voice he imagined would make the prettiest sounds underneath him while he ravaged her. She put away her book in her satchel and tossed it next to her trunk. It was somewhat surprising to see him join her in the tucked away compartment when his friends’ laughter could be heard from a few doors down. “Sebastian went home by broom and the Gaunts insisted on personally picking Ominis up at the castle,” she continued. “He mentioned something about them wanting to see Headmaster Black again to catch up.” Her eyes met his emerald ones and she tilted her head curiously, gauging his body language. “Fancy seeing you here, though. Is Leander boasting about his skills again?” She cocked her chin in the direction of the recognisable voice of the Prewett that filled the corridor on the other side of the sliding door.

“Hah, as a matter of fact, he is,” Garreth grinned and crossed his arms as he leaned back in the velvet bench, pushing his hips up as he got comfortable. His eyes drifted to her lips for a split-second. “But I also wanted to see you.”

Her smile widened and her brows twitched in confusion. “Me? To what do I owe the pleasure?” Garreth studied her reaction and saw he succeeded in making her flirt back already, this was going to be easy. It had always been easy, and at the same time it had been oh so very difficult. They would flirt back and forth, but neither of them was bold enough to actually make a move. The two mischievous classmates were stuck in limbo for the past two years. It would begin with playful compliments, escalate to lingering gazes at each other and the chorus would be an accidental brush of one's hand against the other. And Garreth longed for an encore. The tip of his tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips and he pushed the thought away for now, he had enough time to take this slow. The train had only departed a half-hour ago and Kings Cross was still hours away. “Yes. You,” Garreth lifted his eyes again to meet hers with a cheeky smirk. “I wanted to thank you properly for helping me study. I think my mum and dad are going to be very happy when I tell them how well their son has been behaving.”

“That's if your aunt hasn't already gushed to them about you,” she replied with a proud wink while she took a purple box of chocolate frogs out of her cloak’s pocket and opened it. “But seriously, you've already thanked me enough. I'm still eating those chocolates you gave me last week,” she chuckled cheekily and held out the box to the redhead.

Garreth twiddled his fingers above the box in another theatrical gesture as he leaned in to pick one and pop it in his mouth. "I have to say, you laugh like a horse, sweetheart," He leaned back with a teasing smirk while his arm rested on the back of the bench and an ankle was thrown over his knee. In response, she huffed a laugh in feigned offence. "Well, I wasn't going to bring it up, but you smell like one, Garreth," she smirked and pressed another chocolate between her lips.

His eyebrows shot up and he shifted in his seat again, subtly pulling his trousers at his crotch to readjust himself while his eyes drifted to her lips vacuuming the frog into her mouth. "I’ll have you know that I may have blown up another cauldron this morning. Went out with a bang, so to speak,” he added with a wink.

“A bang, hmm?” She chuckled as she sucked the sides of her fingers clean, looking at him through her lashes. Fucking hell, this girl was teasing him now. “Perhaps you could ask Sharp for some potions advice when we go back in January.”

Taking the opportunity to disguise his more filthy and vulgar thoughts with some playful flirting, Garreth lowered his boot from his knee to the wooden floorboards and leaned in, knocking his knees against hers with some force. He raised his thumb to wipe some chocolate from the corner of her lips while their eyes burned into each other with lust. He slowly reached over and traced his finger along her jawline, feeling the soft skin heat up under his touch. His fingers brushed lightly against her painted lips before sliding down her neck, stopping at her collar. His gaze moved downwards, taking in every curve and contour of her body, imagining what it would be like to hold her close, to taste her sweetness. "Why aren't we making out right now?" He whispered with a husky chuckle.

She couldn’t help but chuckle back while a shiver of arousal travelled down her spine and her lips parted. "Garreth, you've been in here for five minutes.”

Garreth's eyes sparkled mischievously as he leaned back, smirking at her response. "But it feels like a lifetime, doesn't it, sweetheart?" He teased, playfully catching a lock of her hair between his fingers and twirling it around. "And when we finally do, well, hopefully, it'll feel like eternity," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His eyes danced with devilish delight, daring her to break the tension between them. She blushed, her gaze shifting to the trees outside. Perhaps this vixen wasn’t as confident as she portrayed herself to be. “You can look me in the eyes when I speak to you,” he admonished her playfully. “You'd be surprised how handsome I am.”

Her eyes widened at his sudden display and met his own again, ignoring the colour on her cheeks that now matched his hair. “Garreth, we're still in public, you know. There's people here.”

Garreth raised an eyebrow, letting the strand of hair fall from his grasp. "Oh, I'm well aware," he challenged her gaze. "Don't tell me the allure of a good snog is lost on you," he added, a smirk teasing at the corner of his lips. The train rumbled beneath them as he leaned in, their faces mere inches apart. "I could just pull your knickers to the side and no one would notice what we’re doing," he whispered, his voice laced with promise and desire.

Her breath hitched as she couldn't help but feel heat pooling between her legs at his words. Despite her protests, a part of her yearned for more. "Garreth," she managed to croak out, her voice low and husky, matching his own tone. "We –” She trailed off, unable to find the words to protest the growing desire burning brightly within her. She sighed deeply and pulled him closer.

"That's better, sweetheart," he murmured, reaching out to cup her cheek as he leaned further in, their noses brushing against each other's. His lips hovered centimetres away from hers, teasing her with each breath he exhaled. "We just need to be careful, right?" He asked, his hand sliding up her cheek.

"Gaz, this screams 'recipe for disaster'," she sighed softly. Garreth chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. "I suppose it does," he said, moving closer until their lips finally touched tenderly, a soft and passionate kiss that sent shivers down their spines. He tasted like chocolate and forbidden desires, and she revelled in it, battling against her own reservations. His hand moved from her cheek to her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. "Good thing–" He murmured, his voice muffled by their entangled lips. "I'm not good at following recipes then.”

She groaned into the kiss, her hands finding their way to his chest, her nails lightly digging into his blazer as passion consumed her. Their lips moved in sync, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that belied their location. Every caress, every groan, and every whimper seemed to heighten the anticipation, making it almost unbearable. She pulled back slightly, panting heavily. "Garreth," she said, her voice shaky and quivering as she was still in disbelief of this moment really happening. "Hand me my wand from my satchel and I'll cast a disillusionment charm.”

He pulled away from her lips, a string of saliva still connected their desires, and his breath ragged and eyes filled with desire. "Now where's the fun in that? Since I'm only going to have one chance at this before your bodyguards pick up their shift again after Christmas break, I'd like to see everything," he insisted, his hands moving and tightening on her waist. "I want to see you, every moment. I want to know this is real. Not some invisible, intangible fantasy." His fingers skimmed down her sides, grazing her knees before slowly making their way back up, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. "Let's make a pact, then," he suggested, his eyes never leaving hers. "We'll be bold enough to take what we want, but discreet enough not to get caught," his gaze grew playful as he smirked.

Her eyes shot to the glass window of the door again, hesitating. “And what if your aunt ‘sees everything’?”

Garreth's smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "She’s too busy catching up with Madam Kogawa and Professor Onai in compartment two to notice that I slipped away from Leander and Natty. Besides," he added, brushing her hair away from her face. "She adores you as much as I do. She might even applaud us." His hands traced the outline of her hips, sending little sparks of electricity through their bodies. "Besides," Garreth said, leaning in to whisper into her ear. "It's not like we don't have a history of getting away with things. Remember the Fwooper feather incident two years ago?" He chuckled softly, reminding her of their shared secrets and daring adventures.

She smiled. Goddamnit, he was right. She took another moment to compose herself, not wanting to melt under his touch… yet. "If we get caught I'm blaming you.”

Garreth's eyes sparkled with mischief and mischief, his lips curving into a devilish grin. "Merlin, that little faith in me?" He teased in feigned offence, his breath tickling her neck. With a sinful glint in his eye, he leaned down once more, capturing her lips in another fiery kiss. Their tongues tangled in a dance that left both of them breathless, their bodies pressed tightly against each other as they continued to explore. Despite her protests, she could feel herself giving in to his charm, succumbing to the forbidden lust that had been building up between them.

The movement of her small body pressing against his was like a lit spark to the already burning fire, an explosion of desire and heat coursing through his every vein, every sinew, every pore, every inch of his body. His mouth moved to her neck, nuzzling it softly while his hands slipped down to the loose hem of her skirt, tugging at it to coax a response out of her.

Her breath hitched as she gasped at the sensation of his lips on her neck, her hands tightening on his shirt as his hands dared to venture higher, the thin fabric of her skirt. "Garreth," she whispered, her voice shaking with emotion. Her heart raced, her thoughts scattered, her body betraying her resistance. "Make sure no one sees me like this." She placed her pride in his hands, and Garreth couldn't feel more honoured in this moment. He moved to shield her body from the glass door of the compartment, letting her take the window seat while he towered her body.

With one swift motion, he yanked aside her panties, revealing her slick folds and soft skin. Her thighs were covered in a light sheen of sweat and her cunt was straining for more contact. He groaned appreciatively before diving in, kissing her passionately again while his thumb circled her inner thigh, teasingly stimulating her sensitive areas. His other hand trailed down her stomach, teasingly brushing against her sensitive folds before his thumb started rubbing circles around her entrance. "So wet for me, aren't you?" He purred, nipping the sensitive flesh of her neck before moving to her earlobe. "If we were in the One-Eyed Witch Passage right now, I'd have my head between your legs.”

"Give it a rest, Garreth," she giggled softly, her voice tinged with urgency. "We might be dotting the lines of public decency, but I'm not a fool. Or am I mistaken? Do you want everyone else to witness your vast prowess?" She squirmed beneath him, her hands running through his unkempt hair, her fingers tangling in his strands. "Just get me off," she demanded with a whimper, her voice husky and needy as his thumb pressed against her clit. Garreth groaned and pulled back, looking into her dreamy eyes. "I wish I had more than just my fingers for this… but I think that'll have to do for now, sweetheart,” he added with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction, and began to rub her clit in small circles. She moaned softly, her head resting against the cold windowpane. The pleasure rippled through her, like a wave of heat lapping against her skin, her hips thrusting wildly against him. Despite their location, she refused to feel ashamed; instead, she relished the danger and excitement that surrounded them.

She let out a high-pitched giggle, her hands tightening on his hair. "You've always been a dreamer, Garreth Weasley," she teased, feeling the waves of pleasure intensify with every circular stroke of his thumb. Her eyes fluttered shut as she gasped for air. "Please, I need your fingers.”

"With pleasure," Garreth grinned, his eyes bright with desire. He slid two of his fingers into her warm and sopping cunt while he continued to rub her clit with his thumb, her wetness coated them instantly, and he moaned in appreciation as he slowly began to pump his hand in and out of her tight channel. Each thrust caused a soft moan to escape her lips, fueling his desire even further. Her body trembled beneath his touch, her moans muffling against his mouth as he kissed her softly. "Like that, doll?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky, as her juices slicked his fingers. "Is this how you want it?" His thumb moved faster now, her wetness making it easy for him to rub her clit; a flick here, a press there. "First one to make a noise loses," he reminded her, his breath hot against her ear as he plunged his fingers deep inside her.

Her back arched, her nails digging into his arms as Garreth's fingers filled her pussy. Each thrust was met with a moan that threatened to escape her throat, threatening to give them away. She closed her eyes, trying to suppress her screams, but her body was betraying her. "Garreth," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't… I can't take it any longer." Her climax boiled just beneath the surface, writhing and pulsating like an untamed beast, waiting for the final push. She bit her lip, struggling to keep her voice down. "Please, make me cum," she pleaded, her cunt clenching tightly around his fingers.

Garreth knew the exact buttons to push and the buttons to leave untouched for now. He added a third finger, the sensation driving her to the brink. His thumb collided with her clit at just the right rhythm, and her cries grew louder, threatening to spill out. "Right there," he whispered against her neck, his fingers twisting and turning inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Come on, let me see you cum before I even shag you." Her cunt tightened around his fingers, her moans escalating, threatening to drown out his own whispers of encouragement. He could already feel the warmth of her impending orgasm, and it was all he craved from her as his mouth salivated.

"Gods, Garreth," she breathed out, her voice thick with need. The pleasure overwhelmed her, each thrust of his fingers was like an explosive, and she was drowning in it. Her knees buckled as her climax slammed into her, her walls contracting around his fingers. "Yes," she cried out quietly, her voice hoarse, barely able to form the word. "Right there, right there –" The intensity of the orgasm sent her body into a frenzy, her sounds of pleasure growing more audible, as though in protest of being silenced. Her hand slammed against the window behind her, cascading like thunder through her body.

Garreth grunted, the need pulsating through him. He thrust his fingers harder, driving her over the edge as her body trembled like shackles released. Her release felt like sweet victory against his thumb, and she felt his release coating his hand. As her climax subsided, he pulled back, smiling in awe at her flushed face. Garreth couldn't believe his luck. She was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen, and here she was laying right beside him, giving him that little smile that made his heart race faster than a double shot of Firewhisky. "That was worth every risk," he murmured, withdrawing his fingers from her still quivering pussy and sucking them clean. "You taste just as sweet as you look. You’re… Well, I was going to say beautiful, but I can’t, because beauty is on the inside and I haven't been inside yet.”

She tried to catch her breath and chuckled breathlessly. "Gods, you're so daft," she giggled and another small moan escaped her lips as she gasped softly at the sight of Garreth sucking her slick off his fingers. Garreth grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "The nerve of me," he quipped, checking the door of the compartment again to ensure their privacy. His eyes danced with mischief as he looked at her again, his wet fingers tracing along her thigh, giving her a chance to catch her breath before round two. "Though, I prefer the term 'cheeky'.”

"Cheeky, charming, devilish," she agreed, her breaths still shallow. She reached for his robe, running her fingers along the fabric beneath his chest, her eyes never leaving his. She bit her lip, looking at him playfully. "Are you ready for round two, Garreth Weasley?"

His eyes gleamed as she reached for him, her touch making him hard in an instant. He couldn't wait any longer, "Make sure this time you scream so we'll see who loses.”

Despite the fact that they were still on the train, he moved quickly, he no longer cared about his dignity. He wrapped his cloak around her as she laid beneath him to shield her completely from anyone that passed the compartment. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue demanding entry into her mouth. As their tongues tangled, he undid her robes, exposing her ample breasts to his hungry eyes. They were bigger than he anticipated; full, perky globes swaying enticingly in his line of vision. He reached out, caressing them, his fingers tracing softly over her nipples, eliciting coos of pleasure from her throat. Steadily, he continued his descent down her body, pausing to suckle her breasts, each nipple a delight to which his tongue was eager to return. She squirmed beneath him, already eager for more, and he revelled in the sounds of her pleasure. His hands roamed down her body, his fingers barely brushing her overstimulated pussy, causing her to wriggle impatiently beneath him. Pulling away from her breasts, he looked into her eyes, his own smouldering with hunger. "Ready for the main course, love?" his gravelly voice seemed to rumble through the small compartment. She nodded, her breath coming faster. "Yes, Garreth, I'm ready. Please."

With a growl, he hiked up her skirt again, spreading her legs wide. The arousal of the moment heightened his senses, smelling her need and filling his lungs with her flushed skin. His restrained erection throbbed, desperate to be inside her. A wordless plea now escaped her lips. She needed it, needed him, and the clock was ticking as the train rattled on. Any moment, someone could barge in. The thought added to her mounting need, and her heart raced against her chest. He marvelled at her beauty, breath catching as he looked at her wet entrance, dripping in anticipation. “Sweetheart," he groaned, his voice strained with need. "I can't wait anymore." With renewed determination, he removed his hand from between their bodies and reached for the buttons on his pants. He fumbled clumsily with them, his cock straining against his boxers, practically bursting through the fabric. Garreth's eyes were filled with lust as he gazed down at their bodies. "I want to feel your wetness covering every inch of me," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "Your tightness squeezing my cock like a vice, milking out every drop of cum you deserve.”

He reached down and fumbled with the waistband of his trousers, freeing his now fully erect cock. His erect cock, pulsing with need, stood before her eyes, as pre-cum dripped from its tip in a thick line. Her eyes widened, her breath hitched in her throat, and her gaze continued to devour every inch of him. He was bigger than she imagined, thick and long, a sight to behold. Her gasp was practically musical, filling him with wild delight at her reaction to him. He smirked, "Is this what you wanted, or should I leave you to your thoughts?" Her cheeks flushed, a wave of heat spreading across her face, but her eyes never left him. "It's perfect," she murmured, bashful and bold all at once. "Please, Garreth.”

Garreth chuckled deeply, "Hold on tight, dear. Spread your legs," he whispered, his voice husky and thick with lust, "I want to feel you around me. We've waited long enough.” He positioned himself between her thighs, guiding himself into her soaked depths. With little warning, he pushed inside her in a single, powerful thrust. Her tight entrance gripped him, clamping down on him fiercely, almost making him come instantly. He pushed his cockhead past her opening, breaking the thin layer of virginity that had remained intact until now. A sharp cry escaped her lips as she clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Despite the initial pain, a new wave of pleasure washed over her, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him further inside. Groaning, he lost all sense of decorum, thrusting harder, pegging her against the train seat underneath her. His hips moved rhythmically, relentless in their pursuit of release. His palm pressed against her lower abdomen, applying pressure to steady her and feel the tip of his cock press against her walls. The train continued its journey, adding a loud, irregular rhythm to their primal dance. Their flesh slapped together, and their muffled moans and grunts reverberated in the small space as they tried their best to stay quiet. The girl's moans became louder, her nails scratched the air around him as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. His pace did not falter, not even when she clutched him tightly, her nails digging into his neck, leaving red marks. Many colours seemed to blend together in his mind, merging into a hazy haze of desire. "Ah… Garreth –" She panted, her voice strained and needy. "More – please, give me more –”

"Not until you scream for me," he growled, slamming into her again and again, his rhythm never breaking. Her cries echoed through the compartment, no doubt drawing unwanted attention but neither of them cared. His fingers dug into her thighs, leaving marks of their own, while his cock plunged in and out of her tight tunnel, filling her completely. Her eyes widened, an expression of orgasmic pleasure etched onto her face. She was close, so incredibly close. The train screeched around a bend, but it wasn't the noise causing her to shudder. The tease was too much, and she let out a moan, her voice barely above the train's racket. Her back arched, the bench beneath her creaking as she neared her climax.

Garreth seized the opportunity, "That's my girl. You're so fucking good at this." Her pathetic cries were music to his ears; the threat of being caught be damned; he pounded into her harder, feeling the familiar signs of her impending orgasm. Taking her hands, he placed them on the headrest above her, needing her full attention on what was about to come. "Don't stain the seat, Garreth,” she panted. Her body bucked, her nails digging into the headrest as the train lurched forward. Her cries filled the compartment, the sound raw and unabashed. I'll just have to come inside you then,” the ginger growled in response. She gasped, her eyes locked onto his, an unspoken language of desire and trust. Garreth's thrusts increased in pace, his own release looming. He felt her walls clench, a rhythmic series of contractions that sent him over the edge, his muscles tensing, and his body jerking. "Argh, I'm coming, sweetheart," he warned her, making her moan louder, her eyes widening. He pushed deep, his entire being hot with energy, thrusting into her again and again. "Take it, fucking take it.” In an instant, he felt her tightening around him once more, signalling her own impending climax. His hands clutched at her rear, digging into her flesh as he drove home one final time, releasing all the built-up tension within himself. A torrent of hot cum shot out of his cock, filling her up completely, painting both their bodies with sticky evidence of their shared passion.

It wasn't until both of them were spent that they slowly came back to reality. Their breathing slowly evolved into ragged gasps, and sweat trickled down their faces and bodies. They stayed joined for several minutes, savouring the aftermath of their passion. Eventually, Garreth carefully pulled out of her, his cock still throbbing with satisfaction. "Bloody hell, that was something else," he laughed in amazement, wiping some sweat off his face with the back of his sleeve. "Can we do that again? My eyes were closed.”

She couldn't help but laugh too at his terrible joke. "For god's sake, pipe down before I regret my decision.”

Garreth smirked playfully, tugging up his pants, "Right, right. Caught in a train, full of our classmates… quite the scandal it would be."

She tried to smooth her clothes and fix her hair while they chuckled together, their laughter quietened by the reality of their situation. "We better try to look like we've been just sitting here the whole time," Garreth suggested, resuming their pretence of classmates. "Or we'll have some serious explaining to do to my aunt."

As they slid back into normality, he couldn't help but feel a warm glow in his chest. Sure, they were breaking every rule and regulation there was, but he didn't regret one second of finally satisfying both her and himself. She looked at him, her own joy evident in her eyes. "It was worth it," she whispered, her fingers fiddling with the edge of her blouse. "Next time, we should find somewhere more… private." Garreth nodded, his eyes meeting hers, filled with mischief. "Promise." They sat back, attempting to appear casual as the train continued its journey. Despite their dishevelled appearance, they managed to create a semblance of normality, smiles flickering between them as they exchanged glances.

"Do you have to go back to your own compartment?" She asked him with disappointment laced in her tone, knowing he couldn't stay in her compartment forever without his friends wondering where he was.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair, trying to look presentable again. "Yeah, Leander has probably already started another argument by now if Natty doesn’t reel him in. Besides, Matilda will be looking for me sooner or later." He hesitated for a moment, looking lost in thought. "But… if you ever need an escape, or maybe some more fun, just tell me, okay?"

She grinned coyly, "You can't promise me this won't be the last time we do that, right?” She tugged at her clothes, trying to straighten them out and compose herself. "This was… better than any potion you’ve ever brewed." Garreth smirked, his eyes glimmering with a devilish twinkle. "Of course not. This is just a taste of what's to come. Trust me." He paused for a moment, captured by her gaze. "But don't tell anyone, alright? Especially not my family or our friends. This is our little secret. I don't want anyone thinking ill of you for doing this."

A look of fondness appeared in her eyes, but she nodded with a smirk. "Our little secret."

He gave her a peck on the lips. "Till next time, then.”

She nodded while a soft smile graced her lips. "Merry Christmas, Garreth." Their fingers brushed for a moment before he stood up, straightening his clothes. "Merry Christmas," he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. Garreth stepped out of the compartment, shutting the door softly behind him. As the train continued on its way, leaving their stolen moment behind, she couldn't help but smile, the memory of their explosive encounter lingering in every pore of her body.

Back in the shared compartment, Leander and Natty were discussing some old Quidditch matches, their conversations punctuated with laughter. They hadn't noticed Garreth's absence, but as he slipped back in, they turned to look at him inquisitively. "Garreth, you were gone for quite some time," Leander remarked, raising an eyebrow. Garreth just grinned, his earlier escapade still playing in his mind. "Had a Christmas present to unwrap In advance," he said, playfully dodging the question while casually wiping his fingers on his top lip, breathing in the lingering scent of the prettiest girl in Hogwarts.

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hollowwrites · 3 months

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✨Drabble Masterlist✨

✨ Link to Regular Masterlist ✨

My masterlist got too big so here’s where all the waffley, cutesy stuff goes.

🤍 The Bois 🤍

Oh… and keep an eye on the staircases, they like to change. - How the bois would tackle the girl dorms being inaccessible

I’m Bothered by these Boggarts - Headcanon of what our bois Boggarts would be

All aboard the Hug-Warts Express - How our lads comfort MC

Where has my Cardi-gone - How our bois react to pilfered clothing

Proper Proposals - The lads discussing how they proposed to their significant others

And a Happy New Year - The bois celebrating at a New Year’s party

The Serpent Sisters - Anne, Imelda and Evelyn defending the bois

Medusa’s Vipers - Ominis and Sebastian being protective of Evelyn

🔞 Character AI Screenshots 🔞

Ominis, Garreth and Sebastian, Sebastian again

🎁 Gift Giving 🎁

In game ideas for a relationship system. Like Dragon Age!! Plus I want give my favs gifts Okay?!

Sebastian, Garreth and Ominis

🕯️ Trio Chatter 🕯️

- Based on game files showing we could have had TWO companions. Little conversations between possible combos

Sebastian and Ominis

Ominis and Misc

Garreth and Sebastian

Garreth and Sebastian…again

Sebastian and Imelda

Garreth and Ominis

Poppy and Amit

Trio Chatter for when MC is in a relationship, how each person would behave:

Sebastian and Garreth | Sebastian and Ominis | Garreth and Ominis

Three’s a Crowd - Trio Chatter for a party with all the same house

Trio Chatter for my Ships: Part 1, Part 2

🔮 Random Headcanons 🔮

Garreths’ Nicknames for people

Spell Practise - Ominis and Garreth dialogue for in-game

Class of ‘91 - Ideas for classes for all our favs

Leaving Hogwarts Grounds - Dialogue for dragging our babes out of hogwarts. and some more!!

Hallway Antics - Leander trying to bully Ominis and failing feat. Garreth

Hallway Antics - Garreth and Ominis discuss the origins of Hobhouse hatred

Hallway Antics - Sebastian and Ominis contemplate Garreths’ house

House Pride (and Shame) - MC talking about their different Houses

Parseltongue-tied - Ominis teaching MC Parseltongue (suggestive 🔞)

Mother in Laws Tongue - Ominis can talk to plants too apparently…

A Very Ominous Christmas - 🎄Garreth has a surprise for Ominis

A Magical Christmas - 🎄 Gift Giving amongst the gang

A Weasley Good Christmas - 🎄Garreth giving gifts cause he’s baby boi

Crossed Wands Headcanon - Different duelling styles for our favs

A Summary of The Houses - The difference between my MCs

The Adventures of the Sallow Twins - Garreth and Sebastian discovering they look VAGUELY similar

Tis the Season - 🎃 Pumpkin spice Drabble for Ominis, Sebastian and Eve

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radical-ghostface · 8 months

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Sebastian: It's bollocks, Ominis! It's your brand of bollocks from first to last.

Ominis: No, you can't ever see the big picture. You can't see any picture! And IM the blind one!

Sebastian: I am talking about something primal. Right? Savagery. Brutal animal instinct.

Ominis: And that wins out every time with you. You know, the human race has evolved, Sebastian!

Sebastian: Oh, into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analyzing wankers who could never hope to...

Ominis: We're bigger. We're smarter. Plus, there's a thing called teamwork, not to mention the superstitious terror of your pure aggressors!

Sebastian: You just want it to be the way you want it to be.

Ominis: It's not about what I want!

MC: Sorry. Is this something we should all be discussing?

Ominis: No.

MC: It just sounds a little serious.

Ominis: It was mostly... theoretical. We...

Sebastian: We were just working out a - Look, if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?

MC: Ah. You've been yelling at each other for 40 minutes about this.

[pause]

Garreth: Do the astronauts have weapons?

Sebastian and, Ominis: *in unison* No.

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yoshitsuno · 9 months

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Here are some grayscale commissions I received from people on TikTok ! This is my first time for Garreth and I'm so happy about the result ! ❤ Garreth Weasley x MC at the Yule Ball - commissionned by the_eyes_of_ominis on Tiktok Ominis Gaunt x MC - commissionned by TKat on TikTok

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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.

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wedonthaveawhile · 4 months

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Baby, it's cold outside.

Garreth Weasley x MC (18+ only)

MC finds herself in Garreth's apothecary on Christmas Eve, and testing lust potion is on the agenda.

Tags: NSFW, smut with plot, aged-up characters, oral sex male receiving, lust potion sex, one bed trope, voice kink, praise kink, hurt/comfort, violence and gore.

AO3 // Wordcount: 5.5k

Muttering obscenities under her breath, the agitated witch half-hopped but mostly stumbled over another tomcat feasting on discarded street food. In the wake of Christmas, the tapering pavements of Hogsmeade were crammed with last-minute panic buyers laden with shopping bags.

One obstacle away from losing her footing on the mushy snow, she slipped into a familiar backstreet and pushed open the door to G.W. Potions.

The owner had his chin propped in a knotgrass-stained hand, scribbling in an overflowing notebook. Glancing up as the door chime announced her arrival, he broke into a wide smile.

"You're a lifesaver, you know that?"

��I know, I got your message,” Her eyes scanned the clusters of wax-sealed phials, the timber shelves much less packed than usual. "It sounded urgent, I believe your exact words were 'dire need’?"

"I might have been a little dramatic, I’m just running low on stock," Garreth admitted sheepishly. His mop of copper hair tumbled over his brow and he attempted to tame it with his cleanest hand. "I hope I haven’t disrupted your Christmas Eve? I wasn't sure if Friday was the last of your rounds."

"No, no you're fine. I was heading through to Gladrags for a delivery,” she lied.

She'd exchanged firm words with a few demanding clients who assumed she'd be available over the holidays but couldn't bring herself to impose the 'no-deliveries' rule on Garreth—a choice that felt counterproductive to the crush she'd been attempting to curb for months.

She justified it as a reciprocation of the kindness he’d shown her on previous deliveries—slipping tonics in her satchel whenever she offhandedly grumbled about a sleepless night with an orphaned thestral, or an inflamed laceration from a scrappy kneazle. He’d refuse payment, only asking she mark his map with shrubberies of ingredients she spotted while out raiding poacher camps.

She assumed this raised their relationship from business associates to something that resembled a friendship, and friends could bend the rules for each other without ulterior motives.

"Sorry, this time of year isn’t the best for shedding" she explained, sliding a folded cloth over the countertop. Pulling the edge back, she unveiled a modest bouquet of dense black fur. “Though Remi felt somewhat generous after I bribed him with the promise of coins.”

“So, you’re the middleman between me and a niffler?” His face lit up with one of those heart-stopping smiles, and she prayed that the twist in her gut wasn't reflected on her face. “What’s in it for you?”

"I figured having you owe me a favour couldn't hurt.”

"Favours are quickly becoming our preferred method of currency." He pivoted towards the excessive collection of potion stations, gathered beneath a 'staff only' sign swinging from a crooked nail. The cauldrons rattled on their supports, releasing densely packed bubbles that burst with trapped steam.

The witch slipped a finger in the weave of her scarf, easing it slightly to allow a breath of fresh air to caress her neck, “Are you rebranding as a sauna?”

"Sorry, I know it's sweltering back here," Garreth's eyes skimmed down the curve of her neck as she discarded the scrap of fabric. Stealthy enough, but stoking her hope nonetheless.

Clearing his throat, he shifted his focus to transfer a trio of niffler hairs into his mortar, along with a few drops of mallowsweet oil. "Any guesses today?"

She inhaled the spiralling vapour rising from the cauldron as he wafted the fog in her direction—there was a botanic scent of mandrake, tangy undertones of mint, and berries.

Wiggenweld? ...No, wrong colour, but it’s definitely medicinal.

“What kind of health tonic needs fur?” She eyed him accusingly. "Is this a trick question again, one of your experiments?"

His eyebrows lifted faintly, and a wave of pride washed over her when appeared impressed with her deduction. "I’ve sold out, and the snowstorm wiped out most of the dittany. I'm trying to brew a healing potion without it. Hence the..." He motioned toward the array of vessels stacked on his workstation, covered in a thick layer of curdled gunge. "I've almost cracked it... I'm pretty sure."

"It's interesting that healing potions are so in demand when everyone's spending extended time with their families."

"If everyone's relatives are like mine, I’d say it makes sense." Garreth rolled up his garish crimson sleeves to cool down, inadvertently warming her up with his toned forearms. He was the only wizard in a hundred-mile radius who could wear such a hideous Christmas jumper and still manage to attract several double-takes from captivated passersby. "When I dominate my niece at Pictionary, I always end up with a black eye."

"How old is your niece?"

"Three."

He gnawed on the inside of his lip, restraining a grin the way he typically did when having made her laugh. “What about your family, will you need medical assistance over Christmas?"

The herbology cabinet groaned in protest as the pair leaned against it, "The odds are high, but only because I’m spending my Christmas with a teenage hippogriff. Someone's got to stay at the sanctuary, and I drew the short straw this year”.

"Well, aside from a few hours at my folks tomorrow, I'll be here restocking. I won't be open to the public, but if... you know, if you need anything..."

His eyes lifted to meet hers, and tension coiled in her gut, shooting south at the thought of being alone with him in the locked store.

"Thanks," she said quietly.

"Yeah... of course," Garreth severed the eye contact, redirecting his attention to pick at the corroded hinges of the cabinet. "Sirona’s open over the holidays too."

“Oh... is she?”

He dove into a thorough breakdown of the Three Broomsticks festive menu. She nodded in amusement as he unnecessarily mimed the dimensions of the portions. She tucked away the knowledge that he worshipped turkey and cranberry burgers to the collection of other useless but endearing facts she'd gathered about him.

His cocktail of choice was red currant rum - She’d bumped into him on Halloween thoroughly intoxicated on the stuff. He’d feigned firing a toy arrow in her direction before proudly proclaiming he was Robin Hood, enunciating all the wrong words with the goofiest grin.

He outright denied being allergic to cats, inspecting the collar of each feline that decided to nap in a sunbeam on the steps of his shop, cooing their name before inevitably succumbing to three consecutive sneezes.

His family tree had long branches. On his opening weekend, she'd waded through a sea of proud redheads to reach the kiosk and hand over her business card.

"...Anyway, I wanted to mention it because, you know, if you’re alone for... well, not alone, but if you'll be around..."

Heat flared at the bottom of her spine, cautiously optimistic his rambling was veering toward an invitation.

A blast of glacial wind burst through the doorway as a customer wrenched it open. A light dusting of snow clung to his robes as he crossed the shop floor to the cabinet housing the erotic potions, taking a moment to tuck stray wisps of silvery hair into his hood.

Garreth's lips tightened into a taut line as he observed the elderly wizard pulling the entire supply of lust potion vials from the rack.

His thumb brushed his upper lip as he leaned in close, his elbow jostling her arm. "Do you reckon he takes them all in one go?"

"He'd orgasm from a pat on the head."

"Orgasm? My guy would be flung into the astral plane.”

She butted her forehead against his shoulder, struggling to transform her snort into an ill-concealed cough.

"I should get going, give you two some privacy."

"Attraction has to be in the fold for those potions to do their thing, and he's not my type," Garreth's eyes flitted to her lips, but the tinkling of thirteen phials skidding across the kiosk drew them away.

She reluctantly bundled back up into her scarf while Garreth seamlessly transitioned back into storekeeper mode.

"Have a great Christmas."

"You too, see you next time," he waved at her, turning his attention to the eager customer.

The witch spent her evening re-stitching the ruptured wound of an adolescent Hippogriff, the beast fluctuated between snapping at lacewing flies and charging aggressively toward its caretaker.

Collecting the fallen feathers from the creature's wings, she updated the ledger with the newfound stock, clucking her teeth disapprovingly at the sight of the diminishing list.

What did Garreth say was in short supply? Dittany?

During last week's Hippogriff rescue, she recalled noticing shrubs nestled in the mouth of a cave. It was a harsh winter, finances were stretched, and adding dittany to the stock during a surge in demand would ensure the creatures' comfort for the remaining winter months. Not to mention, it provided a convenient excuse to take Garreth up on his offer of dropping by.

After feeding the remaining beasts and wrapping them snug in warming charms she headed off to investigate.

Her destination wasn't far—a short ride up a shallow mountain. However, the wind thrashed against her broom. The bristles and handle careened in wildly opposing directions as she blundered through the dense forest, with a lumos scarcely penetrating two feet of the blistering snowstorm.

She sought refuge by the wreckage of a stone cottage, navigating through twisted roots and debris until she reached the cavern. Her nose wrinkled at the musty stench emanating from the path ahead, barely visible through a shroud of thick cobwebs. With a silent prayer that this was the right spot, she ignited the tangled web with a tap of her wand, the smouldering strands lit the passage and in the fleeting light, she saw a twitch in the shadows.

She’d barely uttered the Lumos incantation before a force erupted from the shadows, striking her face and propelling her into a bank of tightly packed snow. She desperately palmed the moisture flooding her vision, pale fingers smothering in the warmth of her blood. The forest whirled around her as she was hoisted into the air and slammed back to the ground.

She blindly blasted the acromantula into crumbling ruins with a frenzied swish of her wand. The arachnid recoiled from the thunderous blow, sprawling onto the ground before burrowing beneath the earth.

Scouring the terrain for any indication of the beast, a trail of crimson droplets stained the snow as she backed away, a ferocious blast of icy wind lashing at her throbbing wound.

Wiggenweld, I need wiggenweld.

The invasive thought tore through her mental image of the sanctuary farmhouse as she apparated.

Ploughing shoulder-first into a weathered door, the impact reverberated through her bones, pinging her brain around in her skull.

The skunky stench of wizzenweed curled into her nostrils, mingling with the sharp reek of spilt beer she'd stomped into and splattered up her ankles.

She swiped her hand across her eyes to smear away the blood and the harsh click of a lock snapped her back to reality—back to Hogsmeade.

Mellow candlelight exploded like a flashbang as a door creaked open, and a broad figure silhouetted against the orange glow said her name.

"Garreth?"

Humiliation struck her chest like a knife—a solid blow between her lungs. Tacky blood clung from her eyebrow to the corner of her mouth, pulling at her skin as she fought to articulate an explanation.

“What happened to you?”

"I'm so sorry, I tried apparating home, but the… it was a mistake. I needed wiggenweld… but the shortage, that’s what you told me, so I thought of you, and, I could've splinched…”

"Whoa, take a breath, you're talking a mile a minute.”

Garreth’s hands were firm on her shoulders as he steered her towards the counter and settled her on his chair. Flames from the brewing station twinkled in and out of focus as she tried to hone in on him dragging an extra stool across the floorboards, taking a seat in front of her.

"This doesn’t look like a hippogriff wound. Did someone do this to you?"

“N-no, no I was just being reckless… I did this to myself.”

She quivered as the crook of his warm finger tipped her chin up, assessing the cut with suspicious emerald eyes.

"I'm sorry," she momentarily forgot how to breathe as his thumb traced a slow path up her cheekbone. "I didn't mean to bother you. I probably have some healing tonic in a drawer at home..."

"Stop with the apologies, I told you to drop by if you needed anything, didn't I?"

A stack of flannels rested beside a simmering cauldron. He reached for one, tilting her face as he dabbed at the coagulated blood.

"It’s not as bad as it looks,” he declared, slinging the cloth over his shoulder. He scratched his forehead, a streak of crimson smearing across his freckles. "It's not too deep. If you'll let me, I could stitch some of the shallower parts back together?"

She nodded, fighting back a soft sound when he applied the tiniest bit of pressure to her throat to keep her steady. The flesh throbbed as the tip of his wand traced down the wound, his copper lashes fluttering with concentration.

It felt glaringly obvious she was intentionally avoiding eye contact. She studied the awkward, rigid dance of the misshapen reindeer on his jumper as a distraction, scattered patches of burnt fabric lay strewn in their path. Some splashes of the corrosive substance had scorched through completely, frayed fibers exposing freckles scattered across his breastbone like tiny constellations.

“You shouldn’t be wearing this.”

He quirked an eyebrow, "What would you prefer me in?”

Her complexion transitioned from deathly pale to a fiery red in seconds, "No, I just mean... the stains. They look like they’re irritating your skin," she said, reaching out instinctively. Her fingertip traced around an exposed patch of inflamed skin, causing Garreth to inhale sharply.

The atmosphere shifted. His dilated eyes locked onto hers as she glanced up and tension rippled between them, her freezing hand poised on his chest while he cradled her jaw.

Tender fingertips brushed aside strands of wet hair that clung to her cheek. "Are you going to tell me what happened?"

"Spider," her voice barely rose above a whisper before she cleared her throat lightly. "Set its house on fire."

"Rescuing a beast?"

She responded with a noncommittal hum.

I flew up a mountain in a storm and set an acromantula on fire to find Dittany because you mentioned it briefly.

She'd be carrying that one to the grave. Or reserving the tale for their grandkids—hinging on whether the trauma scrambled her brain enough to ask him out for a drink on New Year's.

The hold on her lungs slackened as Garreth rose to his feet and fetched a trio of potions from a lofty shelf, "Murtlap essence for minor skin abrasions and it will stop you from bruising, a calming draught for shock, and this one’s for internal damage. You don't seem to have a concussion, but just in case." He arranged them on the desk alongside a clean glass before adding "They're not renowned for their flavour, you're better off taking them all at once."

With a weak expression of gratitude, she swallowed the amalgamated concoctions. The blend curdled on her tongue, flopping into her stomach like a sodden lump of wet cement.

Garreth chuckled at her attempt to conceal a grimace. "You should recover fairly quickly, but just in case, is there someone back home who can make sure you're taken care of tonight?"

"No, I run the sanctuary with a friend, but she's at her Gran's for Christmas," she fidgeted with the hem of her coat. If she had been seriously hurt, nobody would have had a clue where to find her, let alone bother looking. "It's just me.”

Garreth nodded, twirling his pestle in circles inside his mortar. She sensed his question might have been an indirect hint for her to leave.

Swallowing down her disappointment, she rose to her feet. "Well, thank you for coming to my rescue. I’ll—"

“You should stay here tonight,” he interrupted before she could finish her sentence, pivoting towards her with hands on his hips. "I just… I don't think you should be left alone after something like this."

"Here?” She stared at her mud-splattered work boots to try and conceal the blood swarming her cheeks. “Are we supposed to top and tail on your brewing station?"

"I live above the shop. You can take the bed, I sleep on the sofa most nights anyway – I can grab you some dry clothes too."

Her overactive imagination slashed through the depths of her mind leaving behind tattered shreds of unadulterated filth. Sleeping in his bed, swaddled in one of his knitted pullovers – was he trying to kill her?

"Didn't know you were such a night owl," she deflected, anxiously nibbling on her lip as the storm screamed past the window.

If he’d detected her brain being filthy, he wasn't letting on. Swinging open a cabinet door, he produced a bottle of billowing crimson liquor, suspending it between two fingers. "I got some red currant rum from a customer. Given that it's technically Christmas Day, perhaps we should celebrate?"

"Is it that late?" She craned her neck to check the time—twelve o’ twelve. "Was this whole white knight act just a way to lure me into keeping you company on Christmas?"

"Act? Come on now, are we just going to pretend you didn't think of me on your deathbed?"

The calming draught had worked too well, eclipsing any hint of shame she might have felt from that comment with the flicker of bad intentions in his eyes.

"You seem more than happy to receive me."

The cupboard beneath the potion station emitted a groan from its corroded joints as Garreth began searching for a pair of untarnished glasses. "What can I say? I have a thing for women covered in blood," he paused, peeking over the door, "I swear I’m not going to murder you, that joke came out wrong."

She laughed as he polished water spots from the vessels with his gaudy jumper and placed them next to his replenished stock—rows of incandescent fuchsia spiralling in heart-shaped containers.

"Luxtentia," she read aloud from the label, a scrap of parchment detailing the trial-and-error process tucked alongside it. "Did I catch you in the middle of trialling new potions?"

“Lust potion,” Garreth clarified, allowing the scarlet alcohol to flow liberally into their cups. "Believe me, you'd be noticing some side effects if I had been testing that."

Tugging at the loose threads of his words felt almost instinctual.

"...Attraction has to be in the fold for lust potions to work," she tilted her head innocently, quoting his earlier words, "Doesn’t it?"

Handing her a brimming glass of the berry-infused cocktail, Garreth took a sip of his own while studying her over the rim. "Did I say that?" He appeared wholly unruffled, and a twist of arousal lit her up at the fact.

"Word for word."

He tapped a finger against his drink thoughtfully, "Would it work both ways?"

She let the back of her head thump against the barren shelf, half-hoping the collision might knock some virtue into her. No such luck. "Do you want to take me upstairs and find out?"

His grin was blinding, and a delicious anticipation blasted into her. An unspoken dare hung in the air, both silently challenging the other to make a move. He gave in first, reaching out to collect two vials of the blushing potion and pressing them into her palm.

"Your move."

She feigned a thoughtful pause before digging her nails into the stoppers and pouring a vial into each of their beverages.

Raising his glass with a wild glint in his eyes, she tapped hers against it before they knocked back the entire drink in perfect unison.

Sparks charged down her oesophagus as she set down the glass, and her clothes clung to her skin like she'd been dunked in honey. Was that the potion? What an insufferable side effect —though the logic became apparent as the urge to strip away every layer waged war against a rapidly declining sigh of restraint.

“Do you feel anything?”

Garreth’s voice burrowed under her skin – Was it always that deep-rooted and husky? If his voice was making her wet, actual sex might ruin her.

His face swam when she glanced up at him, features swirling like the post outside Madam Snelling's Tress Emporium. She couldn’t feel anything except how her skin was so tight she might rip out of herself. “I… feel drunk.”

His hand crept towards her in excruciatingly slow motion, each passing second punctuated by a thousand splintering cracks of her heart against her ribcage.

The warmth of his fingers on her wrist seeped through her clothes and scattered like white-hot stars beneath her skin. In her mind's eye, she watched those fingers tugging at the roots of her hair, tightening around her throat, satisfying the desire swirling between her thighs – Oh, she was fucked.

"Look at me," Garreth crooned, oblivious to the fact that his words were licking at her like flames. He kept talking, something about a rose, but his words were swallowed by the ringing in her ears.

"What?" she asked, dumbfounded by the cascade of words pouring from his lips.

“Your cheeks are all rosy, are you warm?”

His voice. His fucking voice.

She thrust the heel of her palms into her eyes, but his scent clawed into her lungs— Mallowsweet and shrivelfig fruit, blending with the smokiness from the ever-burning stove. She wanted to bury her face in the crook of his neck, to trace her tongue along his pulse until she could taste it too.

“Sweetheart?”

He had never said that before, only ever referring to her by name. When she cracked open her eyes, she saw that his were feral, locking onto her like a predator sizing up its prey. His pupils were blown out, the vibrant emerald engulfed by black.

Her uneasy laughter cut through the fog, hands instinctively reaching out until she found herself pulling him closer by the fabric of his sweater. "Garreth, what the hell is this?"

"I didn't know it was this... intense." His fingers pressed into the burning flesh of her cheeks, unsure whether they were pulling her closer or attempting to keep her at bay. Her tongue chased the pad of his thumb as he swept it across her parted lips. "Do you want me to take you to bed?"

"Apparate us.”

His hands descended to her neck as he drew her to his lips.

A fierce tug deep in her belly wrenched her in every direction as they plummeted into a disorderly pit of tangled blankets. The overpowering scent of his bedroom had her in a chokehold. Her greedy attempt to inhale the air was cut off as he took her lips again, his thigh sliding between hers.

She scraped her nails through his gorgeous hair, tugging the locks at his nape to lick along the sheen of his throat. The salty tang of his restraint was the single most delicious thing she had ever tasted. The groan he let escape reverberated against her lips and she imagined him moaning like that against her ear, his hips grinding into hers.

“Fuck, do that again.”

“I knew it,” her breathy laugh dispersed across his skin as she gave the sleek strands another tug. “You like that?”

"You often think about what turns me on?"

He buried his face in the curve of her throat, seeking out her pulse point. The unexpected pleasure of his bite triggered a sultry whine—she’d never made that sound before, but the potion had flushed out any ounce of indignity. He sucked a bruise into her skin, grinning as she grasped at his clothes in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Take this off, please," she scrambled with the hem. His rock-hard arousal was digging into her stomach and the fabric barriers were driving her insane.

"Don’t bother begging," his words rumbled against her neck as they both shed the constraints of their clothes, "I'll give you everything." His voice was twitchy, cracking apart with lust. An eternity passed before fabric was dragged down her thighs and found a home somewhere in the mountain of blankets.

She could barely feel his fingers—just an explosive shockwave blasting across her body. His other hand gripped the base of her skull, coaxing her mouth open, telling her how wet she was.

"Hear how pretty you sound?"

He added another finger, and stars streaked across her vision as she arched into his touch. Her body responded on pure instinct, thrusting helplessly as he mimicked with his hand what she was almost delirious for.

"My mouth sounds better."

Coarse hairs tickled her skin as she slid her fingers under the waistband of his trousers with the hope that touching him back might appease the hunger.

He thrust into her palm with a needy gasp, and it knocked her breathing shallow. In an instant, she'd pushed him onto his back, running her tongue up the entire length of his swollen cock, before swirling around the head.

The man reclining under her was almost unrecognisable, his untamed hair spilling into his black, wild eyes. Unnatural, jerky shudders wracked through his chest.

Sticking out her tongue, Garreth responded with a primal snarl, seizing the invitation to take control.

"There you go, is that what you want?" he whispered, sliding himself between her lips.

Her eyes welled up at the imposing size of him gliding across her tongue, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was how he was gazing at her like she was the answer to everything—Water in the desert.

She took in as much of him as she could, her wrist twisting around what she couldn't. He was ramming into her too hard, but the potion smoothed out the rough edges, turning it passionate.

Gravelly snippets of praise were spilling from his mouth, and the ruined edge to his voice threatened to make her come from his words alone. A particularly greedy thrust pounded the back of her throat at the wrong angle, and she jerked back with a rasping cough.

In less than a second, she was caged under a warm body. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be treating you like this."

"Don't be sorry, make me take it."

"Fucking hell," he groaned, descending her body and parting her legs with his palms.

She latched onto his hair, pulling him towards her lips. "No, not your mouth, I need more."

She knew she was being demanding, he just wanted to reciprocate what she had done for him, but the distance between them felt like too much, and she needed it annihilated.

“You need it?"

He taunted her clit with the head of his dick. She didn't want to waste time, he could go down on her in round two because she was so turned on by him fucking her mouth that she was shaking.

He gently nudged at her entrance, and not a single discernible word occupied her mind. She relied on her needy whining to convey what words couldn't, her nails scraping against his broad shoulders as she desperately sought an anchor.

“I don’t think I can go slow.”

"I don't want slow."

The air was squeezed from her lungs as he sank into her, bottoming out with one stroke. An orgasm struck her instantly but being so overstimulated it scarcely penetrated the fog—just a fleeting flash of lightning between her thighs.

Garreth froze as the aftereffects pulsed around him, whimpers fracturing through his voice as he strained to remain still. "Do you need me to stop?"

"No," she squirmed in an attempt to coax his hips back into action. He twitched inside her, and she gasped, "I want more." Hardly had the words left her lips when he thrust into her with such force that it sent her eyes rolling back.

“Pull my hair again."

“Make me come again.”

The speed he set was almost inhuman as her nails clawed across his scalp and down his neck. She planted her heels on the mattress to gain some control and push back into him, but he grabbed the backs of her thighs, holding her in place—spreading her open under him.

"Is this what you wanted every time you pulled out an excuse to drop by?" His hips stuttered when he looked down at the point where they were connected. She was drenched, dripping with how badly she needed him. Taking a deep breath, he started meticulously inspecting the Gryffindor Quidditch flag above his headboard, resisting the urge to finish before her.

Her heart sped up at his words and she could hear herself producing feathery noises as he extracted pleasure from her, "What took you so long to give it to me?"

"You're too cute, made me nervous," he grinned, seizing her nipple in his teeth, and pulling on it until she whimpered. "Push into me, let me have you."

His restraint oscillated, the tender kisses on her neck escalating into gnawing at her throat. The persistent pounding of his hips matched the increasing intensity, delving into the deepest parts of her with each blissful drag of his cock.

"Moan for me, those beautiful sounds are driving me insane."

This wasn't the Christmas she expected: Garreth Weasley's fingers splayed across her throat, conjuring ethereal pleasure with every precise thrust of his hips.

“Garreth...”

“I know, sweetheart." He withdrew his hand from where he was holding her legs apart, using his thumb to trail a lopsided circle around her bundle of nerves. “Come on, give me one more.”

His voice thrust her over the edge and she felt every part of her orgasm splinter through her body.

"Where do you want me to come?" he asked desperately. She was still in the throes of ecstasy, shivering uncontrollably from the high of watching him falling apart. "Tell me.”

"Come inside me," she said hoarsely. Her body was exhausted and hypersensitive, the only reason she forced herself to stay conscious was to witness him unravel.

An aftershock pulsated around him, and he shoved his face into the crook of her neck as he released deep inside her. His fingers clamped onto her thighs so tightly they throbbed, but she was too drained to muster the strength to push them off.

He lazily circled his hips into hers, as if he couldn’t bear to stop. Interlocking their fingers, he planted kisses across her knuckles. The sweet gesture made her heart stutter, and as her head nestled into a soft pile of pillows, sleep quickly claimed her.

She had a hazy memory of stirring in the night with a heavy arm over her waist and knees nestled into the crook of hers. There was something hard and insistent digging into the small of her back and when she shifted to relieve the pressure, he had whined—fucking whined.

His lips navigated her skin until they found that sweet spot under her ear, and she arched back. He accepted the invitation and slid into her. Reaching around to grip his hair, she tugged hard enough for him to reciprocate the pressure with his teeth on her shoulder. Her chest thrummed against his palm as he held her tightly, murmuring sweet nothings while fucking her slowly. He was half-asleep, but he was himself.

The daylight streamed in, too bright, with flakes purring against the window as they cascaded from the skies. Garreth’s bedroom was snug, nothing more than a bed and a chaotic pile of thumbed potion books scattered across the floor. Rolling over, she discovered a mess of red hair protruding from the green blankets.

“Merry Christmaaaaas,” he groaned, his words muffled by the bedding.

"You should've woken me up and kicked me out. Don't you have plans?"

"Guess how many are over at my folks' for Christmas?" He emerged squinting. "Uncles, aunties, cousins, nephews, nieces, girlfriends, boyfriends— What’s the headcount?"

She flung an arm across her eyes, shrugging. His ability to nosedive straight into a conversation after just waking up baffled her. "Twenty-two?"

"Thirty-eight. They won't notice if one is late," he started kissing her, slow, sweet, and sinful. "And they won't notice if there's one more?"

She huffed out a laugh at his fearless invitation, "I can't gatecrash, the last thing I want to do on Christmas day is piss off thirty-eight Weasleys."

“My aunt Matilda will be more upset if I turn up alone for yet another year. It's your decision, but I'm impatient. Waiting a whole year to flaunt you doesn't sit right with me."

Definitely a far cry from the Christmas she had imagined.

“I’d love to.”

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frenziedfireworks · 9 months

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Dating!

Dating the HL Boys!

(Sebastian, Ominis, Garreth)

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Sebastian :

I feel like he definitely has insomnia. He is not able to go to sleep easily and hates it. Help the poor guy to calm down & give him cuddles. If you pamper him he will go to sleep easier.

He’s very thoughtful and remembers important dates and anything you look at. You kept staring at that book in the window? It’s on your desk. Your coat ripped? You suddenly have a new one. He doesn’t care how hard he has to work to spoil you - he will do it.

He’s very protective of you towards anyone - even Ominis. He knows you can handle yourself but he just wants to make sure you feel safe and nobody is pushing your buttons. That’s his job after all <3

You had turned in bed adjusting your position when a light woke you up. You begrudgingly opened your eyes, adjusting to the shine that was right next to you. Unsurprisingly it was your dearest boyfriend using lumos in an attempt to read instead of sleeping.

“Seb?” Your voice croaked and the freckled man looked down.

“Hey baby. Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” His hand danced over your cheek and a soft kiss was placed upon your forehead.

“You should be asleep.”

“I tried. Thought I’d read until I got tired..” You only sighed and pushed yourself up.

“What time is it?” You looked for the clock and noticed how late, or more so early it was.

“Sebastian, it's 4 am. Merlin’s beard.. I’ll be back.”

“Darling it’s okay-“

“Be quiet and sit.” You grunted and made your way to the kitchen. You were quick to make him a warm cup of tea and flutter back to the safety of your bed. Sebastian’s face was red and he gave you a thankful smile as he took a sip.

“Thank you my love. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He leaned in to give you a quick smooch as you laid back down.

“You’re lucky you’re cute. Finish that and cuddle with me, you oaf.”

Ominis :

Once you truly get to know Ominis he is CHATTY. He doesn’t stop talking and asks you the most random questions. He would be the type of boyfriend to ask you if you would love him as a worm.

He makes very cute dates to take you on. Picnics and sitting outdoors kind of stuff! If you don’t like that then he will of course take that into consideration.. He wouldn’t mind sitting in a secluded spot just enjoying time together.

Ominis doesn’t show it as much but I feel like he gets jealous. He will admit it to you if you question him. He gets in fits of not feeling adequate for you. Just tell him you love him and it’s all fine!!

“Y/N?” Ominis’ voice pierced through the silence of your bedroom. You turned in the sheets to face him, hand coming to rest on his chest.

“Yes?” You questioned. He had a small grin on his face that you could make out from the dim moonlight. You knew it would be another one of your silly nights.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You automatically cackled at the question, expecting anything other than that.

“You’re just a worm?”

“Yes. Just a worm.”

Ominis snorted again at the ridiculous question and you rolled your eyes. You pressed a kiss against his shoulder and hummed.

“I suppose. I think I’d take you everywhere in a nice cage. We would eat breakfast together while you squirmed in your dirt and you would enjoy your life. Then one day I would take us on vacation to the beach. Maybe even do some fishing..” You held back a giant laugh as he gasped.

“And I am not the bait surely?!” The boy's arm smacked against you and you couldn’t hold your breath.

“I am not the bait, right?!” He repeated the question and you felt lightheaded.

“Uhuh sure my love..” You mustered up a sarcastic response and watched as he bobbed his head in annoyance.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re the one who asked!”

Garreth :

He ALWAYS brings you homemade stuff. Some of it is mildly concerning but he just shrugs it off. After all it is “made with love” as he puts it.

Garreth always brings you on little adventures to collect supplies or sits with you on your hobbies. He thinks it’s the best to just be in your presence.

He’s very attentive and handsy. Physical touch is definitely a high contender for his love language. I feel like it makes him more calm to always have a hand on you. You’re like a little safety blanket <3

I feel like Garreth has ADHD.. If he gets busy with potions he won’t notice ten hours have passed until you forcibly pull him away. You constantly have to remind him to eat or take a break.

“Garreth?” Your voice filtered into the empty potions room where your boyfriend stood hard at work. You had not seen him all day and was starting to worry that one of his potions had finally taken him out. Walking up behind the boy you let out a cough and rubbed your hand up his back.

“Oh!”

Garreth jumped and turned to face you. His eyes were bloodshot and his grin was wavering on a questionable line of sanity.

“Have you slept? How long have you been down here?” You brought your hand to his forcing him to drop the feathers onto the counter. His forehead came to rest on your shoulder and he let out a deep sigh.

“It hasn’t been that long has it?”

“Baby it’s Saturday morning.” You whispered as your fingers skimmed through his ginger locks. He only grunted in response and dug deeper into your shoulder.

“Well I need to finish-“ The boy started but you cut him off quickly.

“You can finish this another day. Your brewing pot is not going anywhere. We are going to put you to bed. Understand?” Garreth only snorted and moved so you could lead the way.

“You’re cute when you’re bossy.”

“Don’t even start Weasley.”

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blueseachelle · 8 months

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A Mishap

Garreth Weasley x Slytherin! Reader Smut

Summary: Sebastian is always picking fights. Sometimes, revenge on the Sallow boy affects his friends. Ominis knows the woes of it. Now, Y/n got the brunt of this revenge planned by some Gryffindor boys.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Like you could, Prewet. I would like to see you try."

"I could, Sallow. Duel me right now!"

Sebastian cast Levioso on the Gryffindor boy as he walked by. He winked at Leander's 'girl' making her giggle.

"Nice try, Leander. Come back more prepared next time."

Leander thumped to the floor. He angrily looked in the direction Sebastian walked. He growled,

"I will definitely win one day, Sallow. Mark my words."

He stood up, dusted himself off, and went to find Garreth. He found him in the restrooms at his 'Secret Caldron'. Everyone knew it was in here. They were just surprised the Professors didn't. He pushed open the stall door,

"Hey, Garreth. I have a favor to ask for."

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It was a couple days after the incident. Leander's plan was going swimmingly. He got Garreth on board to get revenge on Sallow. It was simple. Make a loopy potion, slip it into Sallow's drink at lunch, and after it kicks in, duel him, then, Leander will be victorious.

It was time. Leander will cause the distraction and Garreth will pour it into his cup. Easy right?

Leander approached the Slytherin table and the famous trio. Sebastian scoffed,

"What do you want, Prewet? Another loss?"

"No, Sallow. I came to ask a favor of Y/n."

Sebastian and Ominis raised an eyebrow. Ominis turned to him,

"What do you want with Y/n?"

Said girl looked just as confused as they did. Leander smirked,

"I want to request her help with some dueling practice. I was thinking and the fact she bested you, Sallow, says a lot so, I want to learn from the best."

Sebastian growled,

"You better walk away now. Y/n won't help you."

"Let the girl herself tell me. Well, Y/n? Is what Sallow saying true?"

The girl finally turned like the other two towards him.

Garreth saw his chance, reached across the table, and grabbed what he thought was Sallow's drink. He dumped the little vile of potion into the drink and stirred it quickly before running back to the Gryffindor table.

"Um.. Leander. I actually have to help Poppy with the animals today so, I apologize."

Leander shrugged as he hid is widening smirk,

"It was worth a shot. Have a good day."

He turned and walked away. He finally released the hold on his smirk as he walked over to Garreth. He clasped the other boy's shoulder,

"Good job, Garreth!"

The trio went back to eating. Y/n picked up her cup and thought she smelt something but, ignored it. She took a large drink of her drink. She thought she felt something off about the drink. She just shook her head and went about her lunch. Garreth watched from afar and saw Y/n drink the drink. His eyes widened.

It was actually her drink. He knew he messed up but, he said nothing to Leander. For once he hoped his potions didn't work. He hoped that it was null and Y/n would be okay. He'll stay close by just in case and approach her when she is alone.

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Y/n felt more and more off. She felt her body heating up and her brain felt full. Her face started to hurt red and she started to feel out of breath as she stood in the greenhouse. Professor Garlick saw this and felt the girl's head,

"Oh dear! You are boiling! Um.."

She looked around quickly and spotted someone,

"Garreth! Come here. Quickly!"

Garreth rushed over and saw Y/n's state. He knew what was wrong. It was his potion he made for Sallow.

"Take Y/n to the nurse quickly!"

Garreth nodded. Y/n tried to walk only to wobble forward. He quickly put his arm around her waist and her arm over his shoulders.

"I got her, Professor."

After they walked out of ear shot, Garreth looked over at the Slytherin girl,

"Can you describe what you feel? I may be able to help."

Y/n looked over at him glazed over eyes,

"I feel hot and my brain is full."

"What are your thoughts?"

"A lot. I need these off."

Garreth knew she meant her clothes by her gesture. He looked around quickly and tugged her towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Y/n. I'm taking you to my dorm. I'll help, I promise."

He quickly ushered her to his dorms. Thank Merlin most of the students were in their classes. He got to the stair case that led to the dorm. He tried to walk Y/n up them but, her legs started to shake.

"Hold on, Y/n. Let me just."

He moved his left arm and picked up the dizzy girl bridle-style. She was surprisingly light. Her arms found their way to his neck. She tucked her head into his chest. He looked down at her and chuckled.

They finally made it to his room. He opened the door and closed it behind him. He looked around the cluttered room for a chair. All his chairs have books stacked upon them. He grumbled to himself. He just took the girl to his bed and laid her down. He then walked away to lock his door. He didn't want Leander or anyone for that fact, to see Y/n in this state. It was his fault and he was gonna figure out how to make her better.

Garreth turned to the girl,

"So, let's figure-"

His breath caught in his throat. Y/n was taking off her clothes muttering hot over and over.

"Y/n! What are you doing?!"

Garreth felt his pants tighten. He always had a crush on the girl in his bed. Ever since she helped him with getting a fwooper feather for one of his experiments, he was smitten. He tried to get close to her by going on ingredient retrievals but, any other time, she was busy. It was hard because they are in different houses but, that never hindered him from trying and seeking her out.

He snapped out of his thoughts when her skirt was tossed onto the floor in front of him, followed by her knickers. He quickly looked up at Y/n and rushed to her. He grabbed her hands keeping her from removing her bra. The red-headed boy was face was flushed as he made his eyes only look into hers. No where else.

"Y/n. This is indecent. Stop taking off your clothes."

She looked up at him with hazy hooded eyes and whined,

"But, it's hot. I need it off, Gar. I'm hot."

The nickname went straight to the male's groin. He held back a groan and stared at her before taking a breath,

"What are your thoughts right now, Y/n?"

Y/n moved her head closer to his face and gave him a peck on the lips,

"You, Gar. Help me. Please."

Every once of self-restraint went out of the window. He kissed Y/n deeply. He gently pushed down onto his bed, her hands now being held beside her head by Garreth's larger ones. The girl moaned out and his tongue entered her mouth. He moved in between her exposed thighs.

He finally broke the kiss and moved his hands to her waist. He started to kiss down her neck, nipping and sucking on the flushed skin. Y/n let out whimpers and moans at the sensations, her body overly sensitive because of the potion.

When Garreth got to the fabric of her bra, he looked up at her asking silently for permission. His green eyes filled with love met with her (E/c) lustful ones. She nodded and arched her back so he could unclasp it. He then tossed it aside. He continued his conquest of exploring her body.

He kissed, sucked, nipped, and bit down the girl's body. Her hands tangled and gripped themselves in his thick red hair. She moaned, whimpered, and begged as he explored. Her hands then moved from his hair to his shoulders and she tugged on his clothing. He chuckled in her skin,

"Okay, lovely. I'll take them off for you."

He sat up, leaned back on his knees, and started to unbutton his vest. The girl below him proceeded to squirm and rub her thighs together to relieve the building tension. Garreth paused his unbuttoning and gentle pressed a hand on her stomach,

"Hey. You aren't being a good girl right now, Y/n."

He leaned over and whispered into her ear as he moved his hand to her thighs,

"Be a good girl and open those legs for me or, I stop right now. We don't want that right?"

Y/n answered with a whimper and opened her thighs for him.

"Good girl."

He leaned back and continued to unbutton his shirt. He praised her as he did, watching her pussy clench around nothing. Once he was only in his boxers, his hands moved back to Y/n's craving body. His hands squeezed her inner thighs.

"G-Gar. P-please. I need you."

Garreth chuckled and moved his face closer to her exposed center.

"Patience, Lovely. All in due time."

His hands moved toward her center as his lips met hers once again in a searing kiss. His thumb rubbed over her entrance. Her hips jerked as she moaned into the kiss. He broke the kiss and smirked,

"You're dripping. I bet you can't wait for me to finally enter you."

He rubbed her entrance before inserting a finger into her quivering entrance.

"A-Ah Gar~"

He slid his finger in and out of her as he kissed her breast and sucked on them.

"Enjoying yourself, Lovely?"

He slowly inserted another finger into her as his thumb rubbed her clitoris. She arched off the mattress followed by a moan.

As Garreth played with her, he felt her start to get tighter and tighter around his finger. Well, just as Y/n was about to cum, he pulled out his fingers, sucking off her juices as she whined and looked up at him. He pulled his fingers with a pop. He discarded his boxers finally and Y/n's eyes widened. He smirked at her and stroked his cock. He winked at her and leaned forward, capturing her in a kiss as his tip teased her entrance. Y/n pushed her hips toward him, his tip slipping inside her in the process.

Garreth started to pant feeling her squeeze around him. He gripped her hips as he started to push into her slowly. Y/n hands hand found his back and gripped tightly.

Once he was fully sheathed, they both took a couple breaths. Garreth kissed her gently and rested his forehead on hers. Y/n looked up at him and she gently kissed him. She wiggled her hips and he took the hint and started to thrust into her gently at first and progressively got harder and faster.

"G-Garreth! Ahh~"

"Y/n. FuckK~ You're so fucking tight. What a good girl you are for me."

Y/n moved her hips to meet his as he thrust into her. Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging into his back, leaving red lines in their wake. His hands gripped her hips with a bruising grip as he lost himself in the woes of pleasure. He lost himself in her.

Garreth felt her getting tighter and tighter around him. Y/n's moans and the yells of his name getting louder and louder. He panted into her neck.

"Gar! I'm-I'm-"

Garreth growled and thrusted faster,

"Come for me, Y/n. Come on my cock."

Y/n's back arched as he bit down on her neck. She finally came with a scream over his name,

"Garreth!"

"Good girl."

Garreth thrust a few more times and came as well. He and Y/n just lay there, coming down from there high. The redhead nuzzled his head into her chest and hugged her close. Her hands found purchase in his hair.

The lustful haze finally cleared from her mind. She looked down at the Gryffindor boy. She sighed,

"So, are you going to tell me why you felt so responsible for my condition?"

He looked up at her,

"So, Leander paid me to make a potion to weaken Sebastian so he can finally beat him a a duel. Well, I was supposed to slip the potion into Sebastian's cup and I chose the wrong cup."

Garreth expected Y/n to get mad and leave. He was surprised to hear her start laughing. He looked up at her with a confused look. She calmed down.

"You're okay, Garreth. I'm not mad at you. That's such a pitiful thing Leander tried to pull. I could never be mad at you if I'm honest."

The green-eyed male hugged her tighter,

"I still feel bad that it happened. I don't wish anything bad to happen at my hand. I love you too much."

Y/n's eyes widened and her hand paused its trail through his hair,

"Y-you love me?"

Garreth looked up at her again and smiled,

"Yeah. I do. I have ever since the fwooper feather incident. It's just hard to catch you sometimes because you are busy. I always watched from afar. I admire you and I love your smile. Your laugh makes me happy. I just love you."

Y/n's eyes glazed over with tears,

"I love you too, Gar. I really do."

Garreth looked up at her with his goofy smile,

"Good because I'm not leaving. You love me and I love you. Plus, I did just bed you and I don't do that willy nilly so, your stuck with me."

She laughed and kissed the top of his head,

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Y/n soon fell asleep. Garreth, reluctantly, got up and cleaned up their mess, making sure to clean up the sticky mess between her thighs. Afterward, he closed the curtains around his bed and cuddled his lovely Slytherin under the covers. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

BONUS:

Leander grumbled as he made his way to his dorm room. He had a bone to pick with Garreth. The potion didn't work and he ended up losing to Sallow... again. Anger was beyond how he felt. He finally arrived at his dorm room and pulled the handle. It's locked? During midday? That's odd.

After unlocking it with an Alohomora, he walked inside to see the curtains pulled around Garreth's bed. He didn't see the discarded clothing on the floor. Leander angrily stomped over to the boys bed and pulled the curtains,

"Garreth, you fucking dumb-"

He looked to see Garreth cuddling a certain Slytherin girl. He closed the curtain and a smirk crossed his face. He reached into Y/n's skirt pocket and took her wand. He had something to tell Sallow and he had proof that it was happening by having Y/n's wand.

He quickly departed the room and ran to find the Slytherin boy.

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