#GARRETH NEEDS MORE LOVE

[elinoracia]

🌹Your heart // Garreth Weasley x f!reader🌹

~ Hogwarts Legacy fanfic ~

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, mention of blood, fighting, not proofread. Total of words: 2.8K

More informations: - All characters are aged up to 18 y.o. or more; 7th year - Y/N = Your name - My first language is not english, sorry in advance - Feel free to request anything!

Context: After everything that happened during 5th year, you needed some calm. You needed a friendship where you could forget about your problems, your dangerous adventures and difficult days. Luckily, Garreth was that person. He brought you that calm and that light-hearted and carefree fun that you desperately craved. But with your precarious lifesyle, always out fighting poachers or evil forces, you were scared to let yourself feel more for him.

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You just got back from one of your many adventures with Sebastian. You had to fight poachers. You were tired and you could not wait to go back to your dorm to clean yourself and sleep. On your way, in the hallways, you came across Garreth.

Garreth: *he walks towards you, staring at you* Are you trying a new look? *he chuckles, obviously very proud of his teasing* Y/N: *you chuckle weakly* Do I really look that dreadful? Garreth: Well...the whole "tired" look really suits you! *he chuckles and looks back at you* But really, what happened? Who did you fight this time? *he said with a slightly worried look on his face* Y/N: Poachers. Sebastian really wanted to beat them all. He has way more energy than I do. *you give him a faint smile* Garreth: *he frowns at your comment* I don't think your adventures with Sallow are really healthy for you and your body. Why don't you let him do those kind of things alone? Y/N: *You look at him, trying to formulate an answer* I...I don't want him to get hurt. I know I can't stop him from going, so I can at least follow him to cover his back.

But Garreth was right and you knew it. You could not keep up with Sebastian's reckless behavior for too much longer. You had important exams coming up and you were exhausted. But you feared Sebastian was going to get badly injured if you were not here to help him. You couldn't loose more people you loved, you had to protect him, even from himself.

Garreth: *now he was really worried about you. He looked as if he was about to scold you for trying to save Sebastian from his incautious battles, but he didn't* Listen, you can't keep doing that. That's all I'm saying. Y/N: *you sigh deeply* I know. I'm sorry Garreth. I didn't mean to worry you. Garreth: Just don't do anything too reckless. That's for the Gryffindors to do! *he says proudly* Y/N: *You giggle at his joke. You feel a little better after talking to him. He always makes you feel better after a hard time* Thank you Garreth. I think I needed to talk about it. I promise I'll be more careful! Goodnight!

As you went back to your dorm, your heart felt lighter. You knew you could always come to Garreth to talk to him about anything and he would always crack some jokes and make you feel brand new.

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The next day, Sebastian came to ask you to go on a special mission with him. He wanted to explore a cave he found. You thought about what Garreth told you but you could not let Sebastian do that alone. You told yourself it was the last time you agreed to do that for him.

You went after lunch to see what cave Sebastian was talking about. Far into the Forbidden Forest, you see a huge hole on the side of a mountain. Sebastian was explaining to you how he discovered that place but you almost couldn't hear him. It's like everything about that place was begging you to leave.

You should have listened to your insincts.

When you got out of that cave, the sky was dark and starry. Sebastian was almost carrying you. You came across poachers, trolls, dark mages and giant spiders. You did everything you could to not let them hurt Sebastian. But you let them hurt you instead. You just wanted to go back to Hogwarts. You just...wanted him to comfort you.

Garreth.

What will he think? Maybe he'll hate you for getting hurt and acting recklessely. Maybe he'll finally be done with your behavior. You can't tell him what happened. You can't but...you feel so helpless, so alone. You feel like you have to protect everyone but nobody wants to protect you.

Sebastian brings you back to your dorm but you were almost frozen in front of the door. Your wounds were hurting but not as bad as that pain in your heart.

You just want to feel Garreth next to you. You just want him near. But you're a danger to yourself...and to him. Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you. When you turn around, you see in the dark the shadow of a person.

Y/N: Garreth, is that you? *your voice almost cracking* Garreth: Y/N! Where were you? I've been looking for you all day! You- *he suddenly stops as he notices blood on your shirt and robe. He then noticed the wounds on you* What happened?! Are you alright? Y/N: *You couldn't look at him. You couldn't bear to see the look on his face* I'm fine. Garreth: Please Y/N... let me help you at least. You're bleeding on your clothes. Y/N: It's not my blood...mostly. *your hands started shaking* I'm very sorry. *your words were muffled and you felt tears running down your face* I'm...so terribly sorry Garreth... *you let out a sob and you finally look at him* I just wanted to protect him...And I just want to protect you. But I always end up being just a burden to you.

Without realizing it, Garreth took you in his arms. He was careful not to hug you too tightly. As you were hugging him, you could hear his heart beating a little faster.

Garreth: *He seemed clearly taken aback by what you said* That couldn't be further from the truth! You're never a burden. I just want you to be safe. *he pauses for a moment* Do you really think you are a burden to me? Y/N: I make you worry all the time and I feel like I only bring you bad things. And...*you sniffle* it's so unfair to you because you're bringing me so much peace and warmth. Garreth: Y/N look at me. *he gently lift your chin to make you look at him* I can live with the worry. But I can't live without you. You're my best friend and being with you makes me happy. Now stop the Hufflepuff tears. *hegently wipes some tears off your face* Y/N: I don't what what I would do without you Garreth. *you smile at him, feeling a little better already* And those are not Hufflepuff tears! *you chuckle at his teasing* Garreth: Honestly, I think I'll need to have a friendly little chat with Sallow. Don't worry, I won't fight him...unless he tries to! Y/N: Please don't fight with him. And I can talk to him myself. He will understand. Garreth: Now you're no fun!

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Following this night, you had time to think about what you were going to say to Sebastian. It was not going to be easy but you had to tell him you couldn't come with him anymore.

The next day, you waited for Sebastian after your second class of the day to talk to him. You knew you both had a free period after that. It was the perfect time to tell him.

Y/N: Seb! Hi! What did you think of our History of Magic class? *you giggle, knowing he fell asleep during that class* Sebastian: I wish I could tell you but I can only remember what I dreamt about. *he said jokingly* Did you want to tell me something? Y/N: Y-yes! *you feel a rush of anxiety inside your chest* I...Well...You know how last time, our little "adventure" ended up really dangerous? Sebastian: Merlin's beard! Are you still hurt? *he cups your cheeks with his hand, a worried look on his face* Did it leave any nasty scars? Y/N: *the sudden contact make you stutter* I-I...no! Don't worry! I'm fine, really! Sebastian: Good! What a relief! I think I would have died if you weren't there. *he chuckles, not knowing the impact of his words* Y/N: Y-yeah...probably...

You instantaneously feel remorse about letting him do those things alone. You just can't. He needs you. You can handle being badly injured, as long if it's not him who's hurt. But you keep thinking about Garreth. He also needs you safe. Your heart is torn between these two choices.

Sebastian: Y/N? Are you sure you're okay? You look troubled. *he says, still cupping your cheeks with his hands* What was it you wanted to say to me? Y/N: I...I'm not sure that...I can keep doing that with you. I'm sorry... *you said, almost whispering. You were scared about what his answer would be* Sebastian: *He pauses to think and then takes both of your hands in his* Y/N...I can't do it alone. Don't give up on me. Y/N: I...

You didn't how to respond to that. He was right but...you have to do what's right.

But as you were about to answer Sebastian, you suddenly feel his hands leaving yours abruptly. You feel pushed towards something.

Garreth: You can't take "no" for an answer Sallow? Leave her alone. *he frowns. You never saw that side of Garreth before* You don't deserve her.

Sebastian looks at him, he seemed really annoyed by Garreth's presence. You were in shook. What was Garreth doing here? Was he watching you talking to Sebastian?

Sebastian: What are you talking about Weasley? I know her better than you. I know that she and I make the best team. Garreth: Do you? Do you really know her? Do you even know in how much distress you left her the last time you took her on your stupid escapade? You don't! *he takes a deep breath to calm himself down* You may know her for longer than I do but I know her heart. I worry about her. I want her to be safe. It looks like you don't even care how she might feel!

Garreth was holding you close to him. His breath was heavy. You couldn't believe what was happening in front of your eyes. But you couldn't seem to say anything. The words were stuck in your thoat.

Sebastian then takes your wrist and pull you away from Garreth.

Sebastian: *he then holds Garreth by the collar, enraged by what he just said* You don't know her like I do! We help eachother, we need eachother! Y/N: Okay now that's enough! What has gotten into you Sebastian?!

You put you hand on Sebastian's shoulder to try and calm him down. You knew how he could be. Always acting on his feelings and thinking about it later.

Y/N: I just don't want to carry the responsability of your safety everytime Sebastian. But it doesn't mean we're not friends anymore. You're still one of my dearest friends. But you have to be more careful. If not for you then please, I'm begging you, do it for me. *you look at him, hoping he would understand* Sebastian: *he sighs and let go of Garreth* I promise you I'll be more careful. I had no idea you felt that way. Garreth: Maybe if you were looking outside of yourself for once, you would have noticed. Y/N: Garreth, you've done enough. *you look at him with a piercing gaze* We have to talk. *you look back at Sebastian* See you later Sebastian.

You take Garreth's hand to lead him somewhere quiet, somewhere empty and unoccupied.

Y/N: Garreth, did I not tell you I could handle this by myself? *you frown, obviously angry* Garreth: Sorry, my Gryffindor heroic nature took over. *he chuckles* Y/N: That is really not funny at all! Why did you feel the need to intervene?

A moment of silence fell as you watched Garreth carefully. You could not believe he didn't trust you to tell your decision yourself to Sebastian. Then you hear him take a deep breath before answering your question.

Garreth: I feel like Sebastian has that power over you. He just has to look you in the eyes and take your hand to convince you to do something for him. Something that's only profitable to him and him only. I hated...*he stops for a moment* I hated the way he touched you. And I despised the way he tried to convince you. He has no right to do that. Y/N: What? Why do you care if he touches me or if he tries to convince me? I know what I want Garreth. And I told him I would never try to do anything dangerous with him again. Don't you trust me? Garreth: I trust you! But I don't trust him. You went through enough because of him. *he then looks at you with a look you can't exactly describe* And I care because...you're my best friend. Y/N: Garreth... *you sigh and calm down. He was right, he knew how to calm you down* You're right. I'm sorry. Garreth: And instead of going on dangerous adventures with him, you could spend more time with your best friend who's really handsome and funny. I heard he is also very entertaining and fun to be around. I wonder who this gentleman could be? *he chuckles and winks at you* Y/N: He is also very humble. A typical Gryffindor trait. *you laugh and look at him* But more seriously, you're amazing. I don't know how you can still tolerate me. I'm such a mess. Garreth: And how on earth do you still put up with me?! *he throws the question back at you, grinning mischievously* And I don't "tolerate" you Y/N. I adore you. If you're a mess then you are my kind of mess. And it doesn't hurt that I have plenty of patience. *he adds with a hint of a chuckle to his voice* Y/N: Very modest of you. *you giggle* And I adore you too.

At this moment, you felt something you tried to repress for so long. You couldn't stop looking at him, looking at his beautiful features. He was so much taller than you. You just loved his ginger curls and his beautiful freckles. You also love the way he is always there to lift your mood.

You...love him.

The sudden realisation made your cheeks redden. Is that how you felt for all this time? You started to become nervous. Oh Merlin! He could not know! You don't want to ruin your friendship. Just suck it up!

Garreth: Then I guess we've got ourselves some pretty good reasons for not driving each other mad!*he says with another laugh*

Then, Garreth takes a few steps closer to you and kisses your forehead. Your face immediately became bright red. Garreth took notice of that.

Garreth: What's the matter pretty lady? Do you need to cool down a little? *he said teasingly, grinning at you* Y/N: Stop teasing me Garreth! *you say with your face burning up* Garreth: I can't help it! Seeing you blush and all flustered is just... so cute. I love that I can have that effect on you. *he says playfully, a smirk on his face* Y/N: You...don't know the effect you have on me. Garreth: *he grins wider* Then enlighten me, Y/N. How exactly does your best bud have an effect on you? *He teased, putting on a cocky grin as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pull you a little bit closer to him* Y/N: *Your heart was beating so fast. You were trying to give him an answer without stumbling over your words* W-well...I think I might have...feelings for you. *you could feel your heart jumping in your throat* Garreth: *Your words sent a shock like a bolt through his body. His jaw dropped, and for a moment, he was entirely at a loss for words. He was looking at you with wide eyes, as if I've never really seen you properly before.* Wait... seriously? *he asks, his voice a breathless whisper, and a grin spreading across his face* Y/N: *you nod in response* Mh mh...

Your answer gave him all the courage he needed. Without another second of hesitation, he leans in and kisses you full on the lips. He holds the kiss just for a moment and then I pull back with a grin, blushing profusely.

Garreth: Being friends is nice but...do you think you'd want more? *he asks, still holding you against him* Y/N: Y-yes...I want us to be more. *You said with your flushed face and your panting breath* Garreth: Well, it's official then! You're mine! *he gins* Now I have a good reason for Sallow to not put his dirty filthy hands on you. Y/N: You're such a dork. *you said, a chuckle in your voice* Garreth: I'm your dork! Y/N: *you sigh* I love you.

The End

This fanfic is dedicated to @sallowslytherin, my little Garreth lover ˋ( ° ▽、° )

[kylominis]

Don't poke the lion [🦁]

[crushribbons]

thinking i’ll do a light kinktober this year (maybe 10 little pieces??) and put out polls for which character should go with which prompt :) i am fully prepared for sebastian to win each poll and frankly not even mad about it

[eggymf-archived]

Watch me spread the Garreth agenda for the next few days. And not-so-subtly plug both Erotomania and Dearly Beloved while cooking up my Ominis fic.

Eggyverse? Eggyverse. 🐥🌏

It has already begun.

*laughs menacingly in chicky*

[girl-named-matty]

Sharing a bed with the Boys (Hogwarts Legacy Headcanons)

Sharing a bed with the boys. Tags: Fluff, Sharing a bed, gn!reader, Sebastian x Reader, Ominis x Reader, Garreth x Reader, Leander x Reader. (this is barely proofread haha) Rating: General Audiences

Summary: My Headcanons for sharing a bed with the boys!

Sebastian:

When you first asked him if he wanted to share a bed, he practically jumped straight in it. He was so excited. 

But that was just the first time. 

He stays up reading almost every night so good luck getting him into that bed in the first place after that. 

And by late I mean genuinely unholy hours of the night kinda staying up and he wonders why he looks so tired. 

If you do eventually get him in bed, it doesn’t take him long to actually fall asleep. Aside from the constant lack of sleep he usually gets, he’s always been one to fall asleep quickly. 

He is a human body heater. 

Some nights you may not even need a blanket because he’s just that warm. 

I feel like Seb would be the kind of guy to practically sleep on top of you. Like not enough to crush you but instead it feels like a really nice weighted (and warm) blanket. 

Except for this blanket snores. 

Loud 

I’m sorry I don’t make the rules. 

Sometimes it's really annoying to share a bed with him and other times it's really nice. 

If he ever comes to bed early, it’s how you know he’s had a rough day and just needs to be in your arms for comfort. ..

Ominis:

Unlike Sebastian who would totally be up to sharing a bed, he would be more hesitant. 

It’s not like he doesn’t want to, per se, but he’s used to having his own space and he’s not necessarily the most touchy person. But eventually, he says he’s ready. 

Kinda awkward the first few nights. He slept with his back towards you and didn't make any physical touch at all. 

But after a couple of nights, he slowly starts making the shift to get closer to you and he comes to enjoy it. 

After that, he finds it hard to sleep without you. 

Due to not having the best childhood, he often has nightmares. And for him his nightmares are extremely unnerving due to the fact that he can’t see anything, only hear things. 

But one of the best parts about sharing a bed with you is the fact that whenever his nightmares wake him up, you’re right there next to him. 

He often finds himself reaching out for you in the middle of the night, just to make sure you’re still there. 

 He’s definitely a side sleeper so sometimes you’ll sleep in the spooning position together. This also reassures him a lot that you’re still next to him. ..

Garreth: 

Didn’t take long for you two to start sharing a bed at all. 

Since he has so many siblings he probably had to share a bed with one of his brothers at some point in his childhood anyway. 

But just because he might be used to it does not mean he’s easy to share a bed with. 

This boy is a BED HOGGER. 

If you are quite literally not right up against him, you’re falling off the bed. 

You thought Seb gets hot when he sleeps? 

Well, Garreth has him beat by a LONG shot. 

You could probably fry an egg on this man's back just saying. 

But we all know Garreth has that soft tummy action going on so he’s super comfortable and when he’s not hogging the bed, it’s really nice to cuddle up to him. 

When you too are cuddling, he wants to be as close to you as possible. 

So, really, just the sweetest boy to ever exist. ..

Leander: (because he deserves his place on this list) 

He’s similar to Ominis and opposite of Garreth. 

Had very few siblings growing up, probably only one or two so he was used to having his own space. So it took him a while before he was all good with it. 

This boy is lanky af. 

It’s obviously okay. He’s tall, long, lanky, whatever you wanna call it. 

So he probably sleeps with his legs up somehow to keep his feet from hanging off the bed/smacking into the headboard. 

It probably took him a while to get used to cuddling with someone in bed but now that he’s used to it, he loves it. 

He loves it when you sleep on his chest so he can wrap his arms around you and hold you close. 

He’s definitely not a morning person so have fun getting him out of that bed.

Also has really bad bed-head. How do I know this? No man would style his hair the way he does unless he has bed-head so take my word for it. 

100% a cuddler now. ...

Who should I do next? I was thinking Andrew and Amit but lmk in the comments!

[atypicalamortentia]

They Wake Up With An Erection

Synopsis - The boys reaction to waking up with an erection.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 1.2k

[Caffeinate Me]

SEBASTIAN SALLOW will take care of his erection as soon as he wakes up. When his eyes shot open and he felt his hard erection pressing against the covers, Sebastian couldn't help but groan. He hadn’t been dreaming of anything in particular, just of you and him having a picnic date; it was cute really, so why had he woken up with a raging hard on? Sitting up in bed, Sebastian quickly looks around the room to make sure he’s alone before he slips a hand below his sheets and boxers. With his hand placed firmly around his base, Sebastian slowly begins to jerk himself off, mind automatically flashing to you as his hand moves faster around his length. Merlin, what were you doing to him? Sebastian grips his cock tighter in his fist all in a futile attempt to imagine his hand as your cunt wrapped around him. Silent moans slip past his lips, his head falls backwards, eyes screw shut tight with pleasure as he feels his balls tighten. It doesn’t take Sebastian long to reach his end, especially thinking of you doing this to him. He shivers as he cums, hips stuttering as he shoots his load over his hand. He bites his lip to ensure his groans are kept to a minimum before he opens his eyes again to be met with the boy's dorm room once again. “Fuck,” Sebastian whispers to himself. He wipes his cum-covered hand on his boxers before standing up and grabbing his wand to clean himself up. Maybe one day, you would be giving him a morning handjob. That was, if he wasn’t so chicken to open his mouth and admit that he was in love with you.

OMINIS GAUNT will most likely be woken up by Sebastian’s clumsiness as he gets dressed for the day. Ominis’ eyes flutter open and he immediately feels his erection straining against his boxers. “Did I wake you?” Sebastian asks sheepishly, not looking at his friend as he continues to get dressed. Ominis just grumbles and closes his eyes again pretending to go back to sleep in an attempt to get Sebastian to go away faster. When he hears the boys dorm room door open and close, Ominis speaks to check he’s alone. When he realises he is indeed alone, his hand jumps down to his hardened cock and immediately begins stroking it with so much need. Ominis isn’t one to masturbate often, but it was so hard it hurt. He had no choice. His mind drifts to your voice, simply just talking to him, but when he imagines you whispering lewd things into his ear, his hand picks up its pace. Ominis is moving his hand so quickly, afraid of being caught, that he doesn’t even get to prepare himself before his cum spurts out of his pink tip. He closes his eyes and focuses on regaining his breath as he lays there, feeling lowkey ashamed of himself for masturbating over you, one of his closest friends. When he feels like he’s ready to face the day, Ominis stands up and feels for his wand on his bedside table using it to get himself ready for the day. It dawned on him that maybe he’d have to confess his feelings for you.

GARRETH WEASLEY wakes up as soon as his cock hardens. It’s like he has a sixth sense about it when he’s asleep. It’s early morning, roughly around 4am, the sun is coming up and is threatening to spill through the curtains in the boys dorm. Garreth looks around and finds he’s the only one awake. He closes the Gryffindor coloured curtains around his bed for more privacy and he knows has to be quiet if he’s going to do this here. With a shaky breath, Garreth reaches down his pyjama pants and grips the base of his cock tightly. His mind drifts back to the dream he was having: you were on top of him, moving your hips so deliciously as the most delectable moans fell from your lips. It was all the material Garreth needed to get himself off, biting his lip to keep himself quiet and avoid waking anybody up with his sinful situation. His strokes were slow and sloppy at first due to him still being sleepy, but the second his body relaxed he quickened the pace. He spits on his cock to lube himself up more and continues his fast movements as he thinks about you. Garreth pushes himself to the brink with his thoughts of you, his hand going slack around his tip as he cums, hard, over his hand. It was then that Garreth realised he had to get you underneath him. Had to get you away from Sallow and Gaunt and all to himself. Garreth peaks his head out of the curtains to make sure nobody is awake before he pulls up his boxers and rushes to the bathroom to clean himself up. He then jumps back into bed and falls asleep, full of pure bliss from his orgasm.

LEANDER PREWETT is woken up by Garreth who is laughing at his erection poking up from his covers. “You better take care of that mate,” Garreth whistles before leaving Leander alone in the boys dorm. Leander rolls his eyes and looks down at his hard-on, groaning at the fact his friend had woken him up because of it. Hopefully he was the only one who saw. Leander thinks for a moment. Would it be quicker to take care of it or leave it? With a nod of his head, he agrees with himself that it would be much quicker to take care of it and pushes his sheets down past his knees. Leander palms himself through his shorts and a soft whine escapes his lips. His eyes are full-blown with lust as he rakes his other hand through his ginger hair. He’s really doing this in his dorm? Without thinking it through any further, Leander shoves his hand down his shorts and grasps the base of his cock, squeezing it tightly. His tip is leaking pre-cum already before he even begins to move and he thinks back to what got him this worked up - he was dreaming of you playing with his hair and nibbling on his ear. He hadn’t even gotten to the best part before Garreth had woken him up, so Leander had no visual imagery to go on other than your face which he saw day in and day out. Immediately upon thinking about you, Leander found his hand moving rapidly along his shaft. His eyes squeeze shut and he bites his bottom lip harshly to stop the loud moan threatening to escape his lips. God he was imagining you on your knees for him, warm mouth around his cock as he thrusts into your face violently. He didn’t want to be soft with you right now, he wanted to be rough. The thought of dominating you had taken over Leander completely and soon, he was cumming over his stomach with a loud moan. He breathes heavily as he opens his eyes, face flushed red from the orgasm when suddenly there’s a knock at the boys dorm. “Can I come in now?” It was Garreth again. Leander rolled his eyes and covered himself up before answering and turning over to go back to sleep for just a few more minutes.

[anarcoqueer1994]

I need more of Eddie telling the band! Need it! Fix my brusied heart! Fix Steve's bruised heart! Tell me that he's everything! He is everything!!

Part 1 here.

Hope this fixes it <3 I'm going to admit my toxic trait is being angsty and not always being the best at fixing it. But I hope this is good. Thank you for reading!!

"Dude, what was that?" Gareth finally breaks the awkward silence between the 4 of them. They all look at Eddie.

He presses his palms to his eyes until he can see little white dots when he opens them again to stare at his three best friends. He feels like dirt. Actually less than dirt. He cared so much about what they would think of his dating Steve, that not only did hurt his favorite person in the whole world, but he did not even trust his friends enough to give them a chance. He finally lets out a sigh before saying "That was me fucking up. Like royally fucking up.".

"You going to explain, maybe?" Jeff asks, slowly putting the pieces together but confirmation from Eddie would be nice.

"I, um, I mean Steve and I have been seeing each other for the past 6 months, since Spring Break actually." Eddie finally says, holding his breath, waiting for a response.

"You guys have been seeing each other for six months?" Garreth parrots back in disbelief.

"Yea. He's my boyfriend...well he was. I actually don't know now." Eddie says sadly.

"You have been together for like half a year, and you didn't tell us, why?" Caleb asks, confused in why Eddie would hide this.

"I don’t know, man. It's just, in high school we would talk so much shit about people like Steve. And I know Steve better now, so I know how much of a great guy he is but like he is still an ex-jock. And I was worried about, you know." He mumbles.

"You were worried what we would think. Man, what is wrong with you?" Jeff laughs. "Eddie Munson isn't supposed to care what people think, even your loser friends."

'Besides, if you say he's good, we trust you, okay?" Gareth adds. "But I do have a couple of questions."

Eddie can't help but smile at his friends, even though his stomach still hurts thinking about the look on Steve’s face from a few minutes prior. But he indulges Gareth. "Ask away, I guess I owe you guys."

"Does he treat you alright?" Gareth asks simply.

Eddie nods softly. "He treats me better than anyone I've ever been with. He's always so soft and gentle with me. I swear, he looks at me like I'm something special, and I don't know why. Sometimes I don't think I deserve it."

"Do you love him?" Gareth follows up.

"God, more than anything." Eddie says with out hesitatation.

"And do you think he loves you?" He asks simply.

"I know he loves me. He tells me ever day." And not just with his words, but with his actions too. Steve shows Eddie he loves him every day with all the little things does for him.

"Then why are you still sitting down here, dude?" Gareth asks. "You better go and fix this before you lose him." He says it likes its the most obvious thing in the world.

Eddie hurriedly nods. Gareth is right. He has to talk to Steve, like now. He practically jumps up from the table, nearly tripping as does.

As he runs past his friends and up the steps, he looks at the cupcakes Steve had sat down on the small table by the steps. They looked homemade, a little messy but perfect. Steve had piped little silly hearts on them all, and in the center were little frosting dice. He can't help the way it makes his heart skip a beat. Steve was ridiculously romantic, and Eddie loves that.

He continues up the steps, two at a time, hoping Steve and the kids are up there, but they aren't. He frantically makes his way to door, only to see them sitting in Steve’s car through the window, still in the driveway. He's relieved.

As soon as he opens the door, all their eyes shoot up. He can see the look on Steve’s face, obviously trying to hold back tears. Even now, Steve is trying to be strong with the kids. Their eyes though looked like they could kill Eddie, even Dustin. He fucked up badly.

He nervously makes his way over to Steve's open window. When he gets there, Steve doesn't say a word, doesn't even look at him, just stares forward. Eddie tries anyway. "Stevie, can we talk...please? Alone?" He looks at the other 4 in the car.

Steve squeezes the wheel harder. He knows if he talks, he will start crying. And he doesn't want to do that in front of Eddie. Fuck, this hurts so bad. It felt like when Nancy called him and his love bullshit all over again. He is bullshit...he is nothing. Just a washed up ex jock, who is just there when people need him. He doesn't get the happy ending, the true love.

Dustin speaks up "You're an asshole, man. Go away." Not even Mike speaks up to defend him. Who does though, surprises him.

"He's not...." Steve whispers, unable to speak any louder. Steve can't see it, but Eddie sees all the looks of pitty shot at him. Eddie knows Steve shouldn't be defending him, but he is.

"No, Stevie. I am. I am an asshole. And I'm so sorry. Please can we talk?" Eddie begs.

Steve lets out a sigh before turning to the "kids." "Go on. It's fine. Go and clean up your shit so Mrs. Wheeler isn't mad." He tries to say in a straight voice.

They reluctantly get out but still shoot Eddie dirty glances as they head in. Eddie nervously walks to the passenger side and gets in.

"What do you want to talk about?" Steve chokes out, still not looking at him.

"What I said in there wasn't the truth. Steve, baby...I am so sorry. I did not mean it..." He tries pathetically.

Steve's hands are shaking as they stay rested on the steering wheel. He finally turns his head to look at Eddie. "Then why did you say it, Eddie? If you didn't mean it, why did you say it?!" His voices cracks, as a little tear escapes, running down his cheek.

All Eddie wants to do is reach over and wipe it away, but he thinks better of it. "Because I'm an idiot, sweetheart." He replies softly. "I shouldn't have hidden us, but today everyone was ganging up on me, and I got overwhelmed...and it just came out. You are not nothing, baby."

"Come on, Eddie! There had to be some truth to it, or it wouldn't have come out. I am not an idiot." Steve says in his bitchiest voice, his wall going up, trying to protect himself from more hurt.

It feels like a punch to his gut. Eddie really made Steve believe their could be some truth in his words. "Steve....I promise you, I was just being some vain asshole, too worried about my reputation as a cool metalhead." He says, knowing how lame it sounds to say out loud. "How could I, Eddie "the freak" Munson, possibly have ended up with the prettiest boy in school."

"What you said was fucked up, you know..." another tear escaping, but the punch is gone from his words.

"I know...I know. I am so sorry, princess. I'll do anything to make it up to you." Eddie pleads softly.

Steve gives him a sad smile, anger melting away leaving only hurt. "I'm just having a hard time believing that I'm not nothing...I mean, you didn't want to tell your friends. And like, I know I can be a little much sometimes, and overbearing. And I'm sorry if I embarrassed you...."He whispers. He feels like nothing, like bullshit, like trash. He isn't endgame, he's never anyone's endgame.

Hearing Steve Harrington apologize for being embarrassing makes Eddie feel like he is in some alternate dimension, maybe he never left the upside down. But more concerningly, to hear Steve sound so small, broke him. Steve was the bravest, sweetest, bitchiest, protective, hottest person he knew but right now, Steve felt small. And it destroyed him to know he caused this. He caused Steve to feel unimportant...unloved. and he had promised himself that he would never do that to him.

He reaches over and grabs Steve's hand, squeezing softly. "God, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. I am the one who was so self centered, that I did the worst thing I have ever done. I hurt you." He moves his other hand to Steve's cheek, and to his relief, Steve leans into, doesn't pull away. "I somehow made the person who is everything to me, feel like nothing. And that just won't do."

"Eds..." Steve whispers.

"Stevie, I promise you, I will spend everyday trying to make it up to you."

"You...you don't have to...." Steve says softly, sadly.

"Yea, I do. Because Steve, you are everything. You are it for me, sweetheart. There is not a single day I will let go by without you knowing that. I will never let anyone, including myself, make you feel like you are nothing." Eddie leans closer, resting his forehead against Steve's.

By this point, tears were freely falling down Steve’s face. But now he's smiling, even laughing a little. "You are such a sap, Eddie." He jokes before leaning in and placing a tiny kiss against Eddie's lips. "And I love you so much."

Eddie feels a million times lighter as he keeps holding Steve. "I love you too, baby. And you are everything...you are everything....you are everything. " He repeats as I to make sure Steve understands how true it is, not leaving any room for doubt in Steve’s head.

Thank you for reading again! Also side note, did not want to drag this out but definitely see the others eating all the cupcakes downstairs, leaving only one and Steve and Eddie share it.

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[ashwhowrites]

omg i have an idea

eddie x reader

shes gareths best friend & eddie always liked her

she would show up to their performances & campaigns for eddie but eddie thinks she likes gareth so eddie starts bringing a new girl & he chases reader away , she stops showing up to everything & gareth is upset with eddie, fluffy at the end

Ugh I love a good Eddie being stupid and bringing new girls around

Y/N had the biggest crush on Eddie Munson ever since she met Gareth. Eddie and Gareth were always together and did everything together. It was impossible to see Gareth and not run into Eddie. She didn't stand a chance. And Gareth being a best friend, teased her for it.

"do you think you'll ever actually play on the campaign or sit and drool over Eddie the whole time?" Gareth mocked as they walked towards the drama room.

"shut up. I do not" she scoffed, smacking his shoulder.

"oh come on! I think once I actually saw drool on your chin. The day he wore that silver chain on his neck!" Gareth pointed out, laughing as she tried to hide her face

"okay that wasn't fair. He can't wear a chain and hang over the table and just let it dangle there. That was like.... shut up!"

Gareth laughed harder as she tried to walk faster, he was hot on her feet, preparing to tease her even more

"you so had a wet dream about that didn't you?"

"GARETH!" she screamed shocked. Her face heated up because she in fact did have a very wet dream about that chain.

The two were laughing and pushing each other as they walked into Hellfire. In their own little world, not noticing someone new at the table

~~

Eddie stiffened as the two walked through the door. Watching as they laughed and pushed each other. Flirting with no care in the world. Eddie had a huge crush on Gareth's best friend. He can't even remember when his crush started but it's been way too long. Every time he wanted to make a move he was reminded that she was Gareth's girl and he could never do that to his best friend.

He needed to move on and forget her. Sitting and watching the two whisper and her getting flustered was breaking him down. He knew he should talk it out with Garreth. Gareth has had years to make her his, there was something stopping him. Eddie definitely had a fair shot but it was so easy to tell that Y/N stuttered and got shy whenever Gareth's lips were near her ear.

"if you two want to stop giggling. We have someone new" Eddie snapped. The two finally looked up. Shock on both of their faces as their eyes went to Eddie's left, a beautiful brunette sitting with a smile.

Gareth looked from the girl who's hand was on Eddie's arm, to Eddie, to his best friend. Watching as Y/N swallowed the biggest lump in her throat.

"maybe it's not what we think" Gareth whispered into her ear, smiling and throwing his arm over her shoulder. Walking her towards the table as she was frozen in her spot

Eddie felt his jaw clench when Gareth whispered in her ear, throwing his arm on her. Eddie answered their actions with his own. His large hand making its way on the girl's shoulder. Wrapping his arm and practically shoving her in his chest.

Y/N tried to avert her eyes away but her brain forced her to watch. Gareth sighed next to her, questioning Eddie with his eyes. Gareth was so going to kill the long haired bastard.

Eddie spent the whole camping ignoring her existence. Gareth glared at Eddie every time he looked in his direction. Y/N sat silently and watched as Eddie flirted with the gorgeous new girl. Insecurity filling her body the more she compared herself to her.

~~

After the hard challenge of watching hellfire last night, Y/N still wanted to attend the band's performance. She wore her merchandise and got in her car. She held her breath as she pulled up to the bar.

She made her way to her usual spot at the front booth near the stage. Waiting patiently for the boys to come on

"Y/N right? It's Erin!" Y/N felt her body deflate as Erin smiled and sat down. Her perfect body was framed by a tight deep red dress. A dress that she knew Eddie would be on his knees for. She tried to shrug it off, smiling at Erin. She hated how perfect this girl was for Eddie. The alternative look just fits her so well. It wasn't like she had to try at all.

~~

Once the band was cleared off stage, Y/N was met with silence again. Erin quickly filling it

"so!..." She trailed off

The awkwardness was obvious

"you and Eddie huh?" Y/N asked, trying to sound supportive and interested. Trying to ignore the pain of Eddie being with someone else.

"like together? No. We just have hot sex" Erin shrugged, throwing back her drink

Y/N felt herself clench her eyes. The blow hit her way harder than she wanted it to. Good news, they weren't dating. But bad news, he was fucking her. He was kissing her. He was being intimate with her. Doing the shit she dreamed about

"oh..right" Y/N said quietly. Holding her full glass as she tried not to cry

"There she is" Eddie teased, grabbing Erin by her jaw and shoving his tongue down her throat. Y/N looked away as fast as she could. Trying to block out the sounds of the groaning.

She sighed in relief when Gareth walked over. Grabbing her hand silently and yanking her out of the booth

"you don't need to watch that" he snapped, dragging her to the bar, as far away from Eddie as Gareth could.

"he's fucking her Gareth. Look at her! She's practically from a porno magazine"

"stop. I know what you are thinking and she's nowhere near better than you. He's just being dumb " Gareth knew Eddie liked Y/N, which is why he doesn't understand what the fuck Eddie was doing.

"no he's not. He likes her and is having fun. I never made a move so no harm done. The blonde at the end has been staring at you since last week. Go have fun, I think I'm going to go home" she said, giving him a hug.

Gareth pulled away with a sad smile "he's going to regret this you know"

She laughed and shook her head in disagreement. Pushing him towards the blonde.

Taking a deep breath she walked towards Eddie and Erin. Forcing her legs to move closer as Eddie groped her in public

"hey Eddie?" She coughed loud

Eddie pulled away, lips covered in deep red lipstick

"what's up?" He asked breathless. His eyes looking at her, growing worried as she looked seconds away from crying

"I'm not feeling good so I'm going home. But I wanted to say good job tonight...as always. I'll see you tomorrow" she smiled and quickly moved out of the bar as fast as she could.

Eddie watched her confused. Eyes searching the bar for Gareth, growling as he watched Gareth kissing a random blonde

"she looked really upset" Erin spoke outloud

"yeah...I think I know why" Eddie snapped. Eyes never leaving Gareth.

~~

After that night Y/N decided it was best to not attend hellfire or go to the gigs. It was too hard to watch Eddie and Erin. She accepted it, nothing she could do. Eddie was single and free to have sex with whoever he wanted.

~~

"it's been a week, are you sure you don't want to come?" Gareth asked softly.

"no I think I'll go home and study. Plus Bethany told me she's excited to watch you play. I don't want to third wheel" she joked

Gareth smiled and nodded

"I get it. I'm sorry he's doing this" Gareth said kissing her forehead. He felt horrible for his best friend. Always hyping her up to ask Eddie out because he knew Eddie felt the same. Now he had to watch his best friend fall apart.

~~

Eddie felt his body stiffen as Gareth walked in with the blonde from the bar

Y/N hadn't been to hellfire or their gigs for a week, and all because Gareth decided to spend his time with Bethany.

"you are unbelievable" Eddie snapped, not waiting a second to get in Gareth's face

"what?" Gareth scoffed

"is she why Y/N refuses to come around now? How can you do that to her! Lead her on and shove your tongue down Bethany's throat and leave her in the dust!"

"Eddie trust me you have no fucking idea what you are talking about" Gareth growled. Eddie was the one to blame not him

"oh please! We all know she's in love with you!" Eddie hated saying it outloud. A reminder why he could never be with her

"IT'S NOT ME THAT'S BREAKING HER HEART" Gareth screamed. Eddie doesn't get to break her heart and try to blame other people for it.

"THEN WHO IS?"

"YOU MUNSON. SHE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU"

'"she's what?" Eddie choked out

The room was silent. Everyone watched as the two fought back and forth. The confession on Gareth's tongue sat in the air

"she loves you Eddie. And she couldn't handle seeing you and Erin together so she left. You happy? Fucking asshole" Gareth snapped, grabbing Bethany's hand and leaving the room

One by one the room cleared out. Eddie stood frozen in the same spot. Blinking and trying to figure out what Gareth just told him

"do you like her?" Erin asked softly from behind him

"no...I'm pretty sure I love her" Eddie admitted out loud for the first time. Hands shaking as he rubbed his face

"god I fucked up so bad" he groaned, throwing himself in his chair

"look, if she's truly in love with you she's not going to be over you that fast. She might be hurt right now but if you clear the air and fix it, I think she'll forgive you. All you did was hookup with someone else. You didn't know she had feelings for you. Don't beat yourself up over it" Erin advised, patting Eddie on the hand as she got up

"it was fun Munson. Now go get the girl" a smile on her lips as she went out the door.

~~

"YOU TOLD HIM!" Y/N screamed as she smacked Gareth over and over

"it slipped out I'm sorry!" He apologized, trying to dodge all of her hits.

The two froze when her doorbell went off. She raced to the window to see Eddie's van parked in the street

"oh my god it's him" she panicked

"good! This is what you need" Gareth said, racing to the front door

"DON'T OPEN IT!"

He ignored her and yanked open the door

Eddie smiled softly, eyes looking behind him as she came running down the stairs

The second she made eye contact she sighed. It was now or never.

"fix it dick" Gareth spit out as he went around Eddie to walk out the door

Eddie coughed and shut the door behind him

"Gareth told me some things I was very unaware of and I'm sorry. I hate that I hurt you"

"you didn't know. I refused to tell you so I'm not mad at you for hooking up with Erin. You are single and are allowed to do single people things"

She said shrugging

"doesn't mean you deserve to be forced to see it. I shouldn't have rubbed it in your face. I was being stupid and jealous" he admitted. His brown eyes refusing to leave her eyes

"jealous? Of what?"confusion written all over her face

"I thought you liked Gareth. I thought you were head over heels in love with him and that he loved you too. I've had these feelings for you since forever and it hurt watching you flirt and whisper into each other. I acted out of jealousy and wanted to show that I can move on"

"we actually whispered about my embarrassing crush on you" she laughed awkwardly. Eddie smiled at the confession. Stomach doing flips that they talked about how much she liked him

"were you successful?" She asked once her laughing died down

"about what?" Eddie asked. He wasn't sure what she was asking

"moving on from me?" Her nervous eyes searched all over his face. Swallowing another lump in her throat.

"not in the slightest. I don't think it's possible to move on from you" he admitted, stepping closer to her body

Moving a hand up her arm to her cheek. She was soft and warm. Exactly what Eddie thought she would be

"me too" she breathed out. Moving her body so it was pressed against his. She loved how hard his chest was and his hot breath.

"I'm in love with you" he said into her lips, inches away from connecting himself to her

"I love you too" her breath leaving her lungs as Eddie pressed his lips into hers. Grabbing her hips and pushing her harder against him. She groaned and pushed him against the door. Her hands are working up his chest. A finger hooking around his chain necklace. Desperately clinging on to each other. Whimpering into each other's mouths.

"come back to hellfire and our gigs?" He asked, pulling away just an inch. Forehead pressed into hers

"if you keep wearing the chain" she smirked, yanking the silver necklace and crashing her lips on his again.

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Hi!! I absolutely LOVE your writing, you do such an amazing job!! I was wondering, if you have the time and are taking requests, could you do how each character cuddles with MC? Can be platonic or romantic, and I was wondering if you could also add professors. Thank you so much, I hope it's not to much to ask!! Have a great day/night!!❤️

A/N: romantic cuddling for the friends, platonic cuddle/hugs for the professors :3

HLC CUDDLE HEADCANNONS

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: This boy is a snake. Full body wrapped around MC like a python. He won't let go easily, either. But he's warm and gives many kisses, so the entrapment is worth it.

OMINIS GAUNT: Physical touch has rarely led to good things in his life so MC will need to be patient with him. Once their relationship is to the point that he feels safe with them, he cuddles with his hands constantly mapping their body. He will have every part of them committed to memory.

ANNE SALLOW: She likes laying on top of them with her face on their chest. She finds their heartbeat soothing. She also likes hearing it speed up when she's feeling cheeky.

IMELDA REYES: Physical touch isn't one of her love languages, so she doesn't go out of her way to cuddle them. She doesn't reject it, She finds MC's affection cute, but she'll be reading or messing with her wand while she lays there with MC attached.

NATSAI ONAI: She is the big spoon. She must protecc. She whispers all sorts of sweet nothing's while she's holding them and gives little neck kisses.

GARRETH WEASLEY: Cuddling him is dangerous because MC never knows what he'll do. This goof can't help but make MC laugh. He loves hearing it. He'll boop their nose, lick their face, even tickle them for a reaction.

LEANDER PREWETT: Long boi with long limbs. MC is tangled in him with little hope of getting away. He has quite the wingspan, so even if MC is on the other side of the bed, he can just casually reach over and yoink them to his side.

AMIT THAKKAR: Hope MC likes his voice, cause he's a talker. MC is his captive audience and he will go on and on and ON about just about anything. Mostly astronomical topics, but he goes off on tangents.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He's the little spoon. Doesn't matter how tall MC is compared to him. They could be the longest mfer or just a little backpack, he loves them either way. He feels held.

POPPY SWEETING: Smol. Turns into a ball like a little hedgehog. Might get lost in the cushions or blankets, so hold tight. Also a bit of a squirmer, sometimes struggles to get comfortable. She'll settle down eventually.

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ELEAZAR FIG: Dad. Hugs. Like, sit on the couch under his arm, dad hugs. Warm and comforting and loving. MC will likely fall asleep.

MATILDA WEASLEY: She's not too much of a hugger, but she won't deny one if MC asks. They'll be short but comforting.

CHIYO KOGAWA: She's not much of a hugger but if MC really needs one, she'll oblige. Might be a bit awkward, but she means well.

AESOP SHARP: MC will have to be strategic. First, gain his trust. That's the hard part. Second, catch him in a good mood. Third, MC must ask ONLY when no one else is around. His affection is very private. Fourth, (optional step) liquid luck.

ABRAHAM RONEN: Favorite Uncle vibes. Playful bear hugs that crush ribs and pick MC up off their feet. Best hugs for when MC needs a laugh.

MIRABEL GARLICK: Very much a hugger. MC can hold her as long as they need to. Let all their worries and stress melt away in her genuine embrace.

MUDIWA ONAI: She gives the best Mom hugs MC could ever experience. She'll go so far as to hug MC in her lap and rock them like a child, even if MC is tall.

BAI HOWIN: If MC needs affection, she suggests they seek out mooncalves or puffskiens.

DINAH HECAT: She is more affectionate than she lets on. If MC is stressed and needs a hug, she offers one without prompting.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He's a ghost. Move along.

SATYAVATI SHAH: She's not an affectionate person. MC will get more warmth from a glacier.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: If MC knows what's good for them, they won't touch him. Ever.

[mikewheeleranti]

hogwarts legacy characters as tropes

includes: sebastian sallow, ominis gaunt, garreth weasley, amit thakkar

a/n: to the sebastian sallow stans, i'm gonna SPARE you. in this, anne is fine and he doesn't get into the dark arts.

sebastian sallow:

found family/friends to lovers

when you came to hogwarts, you came lonely. when you looked around after getting sorted into your house, everyone was sitting with somebody they knew, chatting away. planning to walk out, you're stopped short when a girl with short brown hair leaves her table to comes up to you. "hi, i'm anne! i couldn't help but notice you didn't have somewhere to sit, come by me and my brother, if you want to."

oh pls after that it was history, anne wasn't letting you go

ever since that dinner with anne and her twin, sebastian, in first year you were done for. sebastian's freckles and the way he blushed lightly in embarrassment when his sister would tease him for something made you swoon. ominis and anne taunted you about this endlessly, making you hide your face every time without fail.

anne definitely set you two up

anne told you many times that he did, in fact, like you back but it was hard to believe. he treated you like a normal friend, and those times you caught him staring at you he was just zoning out. so, pushing your feelings aside, you got ready to go to hogsmeade with anne, ominis, and sebastian. it took you and sebastian 15 minutes at honeydukes to realize the other 2 weren't coming. at the end of the day, you had confessed after you spilled butterbeer on his white shirt. "shit, im sorry! merlin, this is embarrassing. spilling a drink on the guy you like.." yea if u think you've seen him red you hadn't until that day.

you alr know those friendsgivings HIT

thanksgiving at hogwarts always made you a bit homesick, that feeling didn't come in 7th year with your "family." coming back to the slytherin common room after dinner, you stayed up all night talking with sebastian, who coincidentally got plastered with anne that night. " 'm gonna marry you one day" as he rested his head on your chest and dozed off, leaving your heart racing.

ominis gaunt:

forbidden romance

ominis' family would not approve of you, that is something he knew for a fact. his family was cold, distant, and in his eyes, evil. when he was younger, he would fantasize about escaping with his aunt, noctua gaunt, and moving somewhere far way. that wasn't possible anymore, but he still had you. you were his safe space, his place of hiding, and you meant everything to him. which is exactly why he had to hide you from anyone who could report your relationship to his family. many people warned you about being so close with a gaunt, but you both knew better.

many late nights sneaking around the castle and secret touches

you and ominis were once again sneaking around the castle, desperately trying to avoid peeves. his wand was leading both of you in the direction of the undercroft, linked arm in arm. when you two had gotten to the spot you made years ago, you would spend hours basking in each others presence. in the late hours of the night, ominis would make up for his lack of vision through sight and memorize everything about you. gentle touches along your face, kisses along your cheeks, forehead, eyelids, even. this man wants nothing more than to absolutely worship you, he thinks of you as his saving grace.

expect fear of his family

to put it lightly, ominis is terrified at the idea of his family ever finding you. he will do anything in his power to protect you. when the new fifth year tells him they need his help with sebastian, you are not coming, and that's final. he doesn't know what dangers may lie there. going back to the undercroft, he promises you many things, promises he will hold to his heart forever. "i will always protect you, my love" with a kiss as light as a feather below your ear. "you are so perfect" with your foreheads leaned against each other, and his hand rubbing your back.

garreth weasley:

good girl x bad boy (even if you aren't a girl)

you were never one to break rules in any way, always trying to keep up with your academics. you weren't at the top of your class, but you were up there and you had good relationships with your professors. which is why it was a little surprising that garreth weasley, the schools infamous "troublemaker" was talking to you right now. it was almost more surprising he knew your name. "y/n, help me out. please." "weasley, i am not stealing a dumb feather for you, please go back to making your wiggenweld potion."

lowkey cringed having to write troublemaker

also a bit of enemies to lovers

you were already annoyed enough that day, and the last thing you needed was weasley dragging you into his antics. though, fate was not on your side when you were walking out of the library and got dragged into a row of bookcases. "what the hell? let go of-" you were quickly cut off when garreth wrapped his hand around your mouth and kept you against a bookcase until you heard an angry professor sharp storm past. now whispering, you ask "what the hell is wrong with you?" just for him to cup the side of your face and kiss your cheek before smirking and walking away. "thank you, darling!"

it's definitely unexpected when you start dating, but not unwelcome.

his rebellious nature started to grow on you, not that you would do some of the stuff that he does around the castle. truth be told, he does find it adorable when you come up to him and proudly told him you skipped one class period. your professors and classmates alike are definitely shocked when they see you two laughing quietly together in the back of the class, but you convince him to study more and the improvement in his grades does not go unnoticed by your professors.

loves embarrassing you in public

he would never push your limits too far, but he loves teasing you in public whenever he can. he was always convinced he wouldn't be into pda, but then he met you. how could he resist from it if you were going to squirm away like that? if you told him you were uncomfortable with this he wouldn't, of course. but if you let him he would have the time of his life very obviously pulling you into an empty room when you were on your way to class.

amit thakkar:

academic rivals

amit frustrated you. you were at the top of your class for a while now, until he got out of second place and replaced you. this grabbed your attention on him, constantly glaring at him in class and in the hallways, which made you fall behind more. what was even more infuriating is that he didn't do anything more than give you a small smile in class. in fact, he admired you and your wit, and your dedication to staying at the number one spot drew him into you.

since he's the sweet man he is, he'd probably lead to your friendship

after you finally got your spot back, you didn't stop studying. there was no way anyone was going to take your spot again. astronomy was almost over, and the rest of the class was given to spend freely while professor shah handed back the most recent test. "good job, y/n." smirking, you looked at the red 98 on the parchment, turning over to amit to ask what he got. "95, what about you?" your smile could have lit the sky in replacement to the stars, he thinks. "98, maybe i should tutor you sometime." when you walk out of the room, he puts the parchment in his bag, glancing at the bold "100" on it.

people were definitely confused when you went from glaring at him to holding his hand

you were joking when you said you would tutor him, but he held your word to it. it was the week before exams and he actually had to help you grasp the fact that aries is not just a straight line. you could've gotten this long ago, but you noticed yourself becoming entranced with him. how was he so patient with you, and so kind? when you finally got the idea, you went into the exam ready. when you got one point higher than him on the exam, he congratulated you with a tight hug, and when you separated, you weren't very separated. leaning in, before your lips connected you said one last thing to him before summer. "don't think i'll go easy on you next year, you better write to me."

[kylominis]

weasley wednesday? more like wet weasley 💦 [♡]

[thenerdykneazle]

Amorous Tension

Summary: Poppy is quite sure her best friend has feelings for our favourite heir of Slytherin. MC is quite sure she doesn't, despite abundant evidence to the contrary. When Ominis asks MC to help him study for an upcoming potions exam, she jumps at the chance. TL;DR: Two idiots in love brew amortentia together.

A collab with the lovely @darch7995, who created the audio version of this story. Listen to the first part here and the second here.

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

Warnings: the mildest of hand kinks, kissing, a surprising amount of schoolwork, stressing about exams, failure to communicate

Word count: 4185

You tapped your quill anxiously on the edge of your parchment, forming an ever-growing blot of ink in the margin. You were re-reading a paragraph in Flesh-Eating Trees of the World on a South American anteater-eating shrub. The words made as little of an impression in your mind as they had the first time.

A hand settled on top of yours, startling you.

“You’re going to put a hole in the table if you keep that up. And I doubt Madam Scribner would be pleased,” Poppy said teasingly.

You sighed, setting down the quill before dropping your head onto the table. “I’m going to fail. I know nothing. Less than nothing, even. Garlick is going to laugh me out of the greenhouse,” you said hopelessly.

Poppy rubbed your back comfortingly. “No, she’s not,” she assured you.

You let out a frustrated groan. “I’m never learning the difference between Jacaranda muscipula and Delonix geogalinivorae. They’re both just bloodthirsty ferns.”

A smooth voice came from behind you. “Jacaranda muscipula is native to South America, and its diet consists largely of deer mice. Delonix geogalinivorae is found in Madagascar and feeds exclusively on tenrecs.”

Your head shot up off the table. “Ominis,” you said in a higher pitch than you’d intended. You twisted in your chair to see your aristocratic classmate standing there looking effortlessly flawless.

“Hello, MC, Poppy,” he said with a pleasant smile. “I take it you’re dreading Garlick’s exam as much as Sebastian is.”

You scrunched your nose. “More, probably,” you said dismally.

“Well, I had come to see if you might be able to help me study for Sharp’s exam on Monday,” he said. “I could help you with herbology after. Of course, I’d be happy to help even if you don’t have time for potions practice.”

You gaped at him. He was asking you for help? Amit and Sebastian both had top grades in potions. You’d taken to it quite well, but the two boys had several more years of experience than you did. Garreth knew every ingredient and recipe inside and out, though he almost never stuck to the instructions – you could see why Ominis wouldn’t have asked him for help.

Your stomach leapt at the idea of spending time at the bench – just you and Ominis, brushing elbows at the cosy workspace. It was always dizzying being in such close proximity – the effect of his expensive cologne, surely.

Poppy would probably argue differently. She’d just been pestering you just that morning about your alleged feelings for the sarcastic Slytherin.

“You’re the biggest flirt I’ve ever met, MC,” Poppy said, rolling her eyes as you walked to the Great Hall.

Garreth had just been talking to you out in the courtyard about needing to acquire Thornback Matriarch venom for a new potion he was working on. You had told him he’d probably be better equipped than you were at charming the ladies into giving him what he wanted.

“I think you’re jealous and just need to ask the Gryffindor out, already,” you argued, shooting her a quelling look. “I was just being funny.”

“Mhmm,” she replied sceptically. “Well, I think it’s funny how I’ve seen you flirt with Garreth, Leander, Sebastian, Amit, and even Imelda, but when a certain serpent with stormy eyes and chiselled cheekbones comes around, you turn into a frightened little puffskein. You go all ruddy-faced and start stammering.”

She was poorly suppressing a smirk as she looked at you.

You scoffed. “I do not stammer!”

“Yeah, and I don’t fancy Garreth,” she replied sarcastically. “Admit it, you’ve got a crush on Ominis.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you asserted, glaring at her.

She raised a hand to her lips to stifle a giggle. “Then why’s your face match Garreth’s luscious locks right now?”

“Oh, shut it!” you said, increasing your pace so that Poppy fell behind.

She just laughed at you. “You’re only proving my point, you know!” she called after you.

Poppy elbowed you sharply between your ribs. You’d gone far too long without replying. “Ow!” you hissed at her.

Ominis had a nervous look on his face. “Sorry?” he asked.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t at you,” you said quickly. “I mean, I’d love to study with you.”

His expression immediately brightened. “Wonderful! When are you free?” he said.

“How about now?” you suggested as you began to pack up your things.

“Oh, I don’t want to interrupt,” Ominis said.

“No, it’s fine,” you insisted. You shot Poppy a reproachful look. “I’m suddenly feeling unsafe here in the library.”

Poppy stuck her tongue out at you. “Yes, I need to go help Professor Howin feed the thestrals, anyway. You two have fun,” she said much too giddily.

You sent her one more glare as you slung your bag over your shoulder. “So, shall we use the Room of Requirement?” you asked Ominis.

“That sounds perfect!” he replied brightly.

You led Ominis out of the library and started the long climb up to the 7th floor of the astronomy tower. You were glad to stretch your legs after sitting in the library for so long.

“I don’t know how you can keep those carnivorous trees straight in your head,” you commented as you strode down a long corridor. “They look exactly the same to me when they’re not in bloom.”

“Do they?” he replied, sounding intrigued.

For a moment, you wanted to sink through the floor. Obviously, the fact that the two trees looked alike was of little consequence to him. “Sorry, I wasn’t even thinking.”

Ominis chuckled. “It’s all right,” he said, clearly amused. “It’s strange to think that they seem so similar to you. They feel quite different. The jacaranda tree has very rough bark, and the geogalinivore has waxy leaves. Plus, it has a sweet smell – sort of like oranges.”

“That’s actually very helpful. Thank you,” you said.

He smiled softly at you. You couldn’t help but notice how one of the beauty marks on his left cheek disappeared into his dimple when he smiled. “I’m glad to be of service,” he replied.

You could feel your face flush, though you had no reason to be blushing. You were relieved when you reached the 7th floor and the door to the Room of Requirement appeared. You cleared your throat. “Right, well, we’re h-here,” you said, cringing at yourself for tripping over the words.

Ominis held the door open for you as you entered the Room of Requirement. “I appreciate you helping me practice. Sharp’s class was hard enough when I knew what I’d be expected to brew. Having to prepare to make any one of four potions has been quite stressful.”

“It is a bit ridiculous,” you agreed as you started pulling ingredients out of your cabinet.

“Honestly! It’s hard enough keeping the ingredients for one potion straight – let alone for the Elixir to Induce Euphoria, Draught of Living Death, Veritaserum, and Amortentia,” he said.

“It is a lot,” you said. “Where should we start?”

“Hm…Well, I don’t think I would be very productive after testing potions for sleep or euphoria. We’d best leave those for later,” he replied. “What do you think? Amortentia or Veritaserum?”

“Amortentia’s easy enough to test. We can tell if it’s right just by how it looks and smells. Let’s start with that,” you suggested.

Ominis smirked. “You just don’t want me getting you to spill all your secrets,” he teased.

You chuckled. “You’re right; I don’t,” you agreed honestly. You weren’t exactly a secretive person ever since you didn’t have to hide your ancient magic anymore. However, the thought of not being ableto hide anything if you wanted to was terrifying.

“Amortentia it is, then!” Ominis said. “It’s the one I’m best at, anyway.”

He lit the flame to heat the cauldron before beginning to grind the moonstone with a mortar and pestle.

“So, what does Amortentia smell like to you?” he asked, chatting as he worked.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted as you leaned a hip against the bench.

“What do you mean you’re not sure? Were you holding your breath when we brewed it last week?” he teased. He cracked two ashwinder eggs into the cauldron before adding the powdered moonstone and stirring it together.

“No! I just…Well, I guess it’s that it doesn’t smell like anything to me,” you admitted.

“You must be joking. Surely you smelled something,” he replied incredulously.

“Just the usual musky dungeon,” you joked. “I thought I’d just brewed it wrong at first, but yours didn’t smell like anything to me, either.”

His brows drew together. “That is curious. I know I made mine right, because it…Well, it worked for me,” he said, his cheeks colouring a bit. “Do you just not find anyone attractive, then?” he added casually as he began cutting the thorns off of some rose stems.

“I don’t know. I mean, I used to think I did, but…now I’m not so sure,” you replied. “I don’t know what could be wrong with me to not smell anything if I did like someone.”

“I’m certain there’s nothing wrong with you, MC,” Ominis replied.

You sighed. “I hope not,” you replied before biting your bottom lip anxiously. “I thought maybe everyone was lying about smelling different things, and it’s really just an odourless potion. But I checked three different texts in the library, and they all said the same thing Professor Sharp did about the smell being unique to what each person finds attractive.”

“It’s definitely not odourless,” Ominis replied with a smirk. He shook his head as if to snap himself out of something before clearing his throat. He turned his attention back to the potion.

He added the thorns to the cauldron before beginning on the petals. You watched his hands as he plucked the petals off the stems, stacked them neatly, and rolled them together before slicing them into thin, even strips. He was quite skilled in his technique. Despite sharing a bench in potions all year, you’d never really noticed how fluidly he worked. There was an almost entrancing nature to the graceful movements.

“So, what does it smell like to you?” you inquired as you forced yourself to stop staring at the veins winding over his wrists and across the backs of his hands out to his slender fingers. You had always thought there was something nice about his hands.

“Oh, there is no way I’m admitting that,” he replied.

“But I told you when you asked,” you argued.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Nothing doesn’t count as an answer.”

“But it’s the truth! I can’t help that I didn’t smell anything,” you argued.

“I’m still not telling,” he insisted. He added the rose petals to the potion. His brow furrowed as his fingers skimmed over the fronts of several bottles. “Which is the pearl dust?”

“Third from the right,” you said before letting out a laugh as a realisation struck you.

“What?” he asked a bit defensively. “Did I grab the wrong one?” He shook the sealed bottle by his ear to listen to its contents shift within.

“No, that’s the pearl dust. I just…” You giggled again, and his scowl deepened. “I just realised that’s the last ingredient and the first thing I’ve helped you with. Seems like you barely need me here.”

He relaxed almost instantly, even laughing a bit himself. “Well, it’s much easier to brew here,” he explained. “I know which ingredients are which when they’re in my own containers – and even most of yours at this point – but almost all of Sharp’s bottles are identical. I have to figure out what’s in each one every time I pick it up. Sometimes it takes four or five tries to find what I’m looking for. It wastes so much time.”

“That sounds extremely frustrating,” you said sympathetically.

“It is,” he lamented as he added a spoonful of pearl dust to the cauldron. He stirred it clockwise three times before lowering the flame. “There! It should just need to simmer for a bit, and then we’ll see how it turned out.”

“I’m sure it’s perfect,” you said as you settled into a high-backed chair, kicking your feet up on the ottoman in front of it.

“I appreciate your confidence in me,” he said. “You know, I was even worse at potions when I was younger. I tried summoning the ingredients to myself in the early years, and it was usually a disaster. In first year, we had to brew a burn salve during our exams, and I simply could not find the dittany, even after sifting through all the ingredients on my bench three times. I gave up and summoned it, and it knocked over all the bottles in front of it on its way to me. They rolled all over the bench, and I had nearly plunged my hand straight into my cauldron trying to put them back in order. During another exam, I tried to summon flobberworm mucus, and all the bottles of the stuff came flying towards me at the same time.” He laughed. “It was all over me, my bench, the floor. Amit nearly slipped in it trying to come over and help. Professor Sharp was livid, but I think he felt too badly for me to give me detention.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, as well. “Oh, I’d have died on the spot!” you said.

“I nearly did. It was utterly horrifying,” he said. “I pretended to be sick for three days after that because I couldn’t stand the thought of facing everyone. I even had Sebastian bring me food so that I didn’t have to go out to the Great Hall. But I’ve learned to bounce back from my Blind Boy Moments quite quickly since.”

“Could Sharp not just label the ingredients for you?” you asked.

Ominis scoffed. “No, he insists that every good potions student should be able to identify the ingredients on their own,” he said, exasperated. “He wouldn’t even let me come in beforehand to label them myself because other students might see them. He also won’t let me use my own containers because it’s all got to be ‘standardised’ so it’s fair.”

“Well, that’s quite the opposite of fair! He’s putting you at a disadvantage,” you said. You could feel yourself getting angry on Ominis’s behalf.

“I am perfectly capable of identifying the ingredients. Just because I can’t see them doesn’t mean I’m incompetent,” he said bitterly.

You were taken aback as his ire turned toward you. “I wasn’t trying to imply that you are, Ominis, I swear!” you said earnestly. “It just seems unreasonable that he won’t accommodate you at all. It’s so frustrating. I have an uncle who’s blind. He wasn’t born that way – he had an accident. And he’s a Muggle. So…it’s a bit different, obviously. But he’s worked in kitchens all his life. When he first went blind, he couldn’t cook anymore. But his boss’s wife, Marjorie, was blind, too. She taught him how to navigate the kitchen again without being able to see. They made adjustments to things so he could keep working there.”

“You have a blind uncle?” he asked, seeming shocked.

“Almost all my life. He married my aunt when I was just a baby,” you explained. “He cooks even better than a house-elf, too! Don’t tell Feenky I said that, though. Or Deek, for that matter.”

“I can’t believe you have a blind uncle,” Ominis said, still stunned.

“Really?” you asked. “Why not?”

He shrugged. “I’ve never met another blind person,” he said.

“Never?” you said, surprised.

“Not once,” he confirmed. “My parents weren’t exactly looking to find me a support group. It’s exceptionally rare in the wizarding world, anyway. So, they sort of just kept me hidden away until school. They hadn’t even expected I’d get a letter even though I clearly had magic. It wasn’t until I figured out how to navigate by wand that they stopped treating me like a doll instead of a child. Even my Aunt Noctua was rather overbearing. No one ever believed I could do something myself until I showed them I could.”

“I can’t imagine how difficult it was going through all of that on your own,” you said.

Ominis gave a haughty huff. “Yes, well, I think I’ve done all right for myself,” he said firmly, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.

“You’ve done more than all right, I’d say,” you argued. “Which reminds me, you still have to tutor me in herbology after this.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry; I haven’t forgotten,” he said.

“You’d better not have,” you said sternly. Your severe expression didn’t last, though. You couldn’t help but smile around him. “Wait, so, if you didn’t have anyone to help you figure things out, did you invent the spell that lets you read books?”

“Ah, well, I suppose I wasn’t entirely on my own. Sebastian found that spell in an old tome in the library. Some languorous 17th-century scholar grew weary of having to keep his eyes open whilst reading,” he replied. “It worked quite well in my favour.”

“If there’s one thing Sebastian excels at, it’s research,” you replied.

“Yes, and it’s been both a blessing and a curse in my life,” he said irritably.

“I feel the same,” you said wearily.

Ominis spun back toward the potions station. “It smells like the potion’s ready,” he announced.

You got up and walked over to inspect it. “Mother-of-pearl sheen. Perfect spirals of steam. Excellent work, indeed, Ominis.”

He blushed at your praise. “Any essence of musky dungeon emanating from it?” he joked.

You laughed. You leaned over the cauldron and breathed in deeply to play along. “Oh,” you said, caught off guard by the smell. “Yeah, actually. It…” You took in another breath. It was masked beneath the cologne Ominis was wearing, but you could distinctly smell the cool, earthy scent that permeated the lower levels of the castle. “It does.”

“Merlin, MC! You don’t have a crush on Professor Sharp, do you?” he asked, aghast.

“Gods, no!” you replied immediately. “It’s not the dungeons, anyway. It’s different. But…familiar.”

You tried to smell it again, but it was still too hard to tell. You hadn’t realised earlier just how strong Ominis’s cologne was that day. Usually, you found the scent rather pleasant, but, currently, it was making it extremely difficult to smell anything else. You grabbed a phial and poured some of the potion into it. “I can’t tell what it is. I need to smell it in fresh air.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I smell foul?” Ominis demanded as you walked away from him.

“No, not at all,” you said before taking another sniff of the potion. “It’s just that your–”

Your voice died in your throat as two realisations struck you simultaneously. The first was that the earthy scent you had identified was the exact smell of the Undercroft. The second was that you still smelled Ominis’s cologne just as strongly even though you were on the opposite side of the room from him. The phial slipped from your hand and shattered on the wood floor.

“Are you all right?” Ominis asked, rushing over to you in a panic. “Did the potion burn you? I heard glass break. Did you get cut?”

He took both of your hands in his to feel for any injuries. The tips of his fingers brushed gently over your skin, and it sent a shiver up your spine.

“Sorry, no, I’m fine. I just–I hadn’t realised…something,” you said. You heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. Poppy had been right. You did fancy Ominis.

Ominis released one of your hands to raise his to your cheek. “Are you certain that you’re okay, MC?” he asked.

Your skin burned hot under his touch. “Y-yes, of course. I was just surprised when I placed the smell,” you said.

He tilted his head in interest. “Oh? What is it?” he asked.

You bit into your lower lip, keeping yourself silent as you wavered on whether to confess. He did seem to be rather doting at the moment. You wondered if he might return your affections.

“Perhaps I should’ve brewed the Veritaserum first, after all,” Ominis joked. “Maybe then I could finally get you to tell me what you smell.”

You laughed. “That’s not necessary. I just…Well, I’m pretty sure it’s, um…the Undercroft,” you said. Your nerves increased with every word, but you felt a flood of relief after getting them all out.

“Oh,” Ominis said uncomfortably. His whole body went rigid before his hands dropped away from you. “I…I see.”

“Ominis, I…” you started, trying and failing to figure out how to take the words back. You imagined the mortification you were experiencing was similar to how he had felt standing covered in flobberworm mucus in front of his peers.

“Well, I suppose I should still tell you what I smell, since you told me what you do,” he said sombrely. “Though, I can’t imagine it will be all that surprising.” He took a steadying breath. “It smells like old parchment, like those dusty pages Professor Weasley had you collecting last year. And I smell the mallowsweet you always carry around with you. And your shampoo. I always smell it when you hug me or fall asleep with your head on my shoulder.” He cleared his throat. “So…there you have it.”

“Are you upset about this?” you asked, bewildered by his tense reaction.

He forced a laugh. “What? No, of course not!” he insisted, but it wasn’t quite convincing. “I’m happy for you.”

“Happy for me?” you repeated, even more confused.

“Both of you, I mean,” he clarified, giving you a pained smile. “Although I’ve never asked Sebastian about his feelings toward you, with the way he flirts with you, I’m sure he reciprocates.”

“You think I fancy Sebastian?” you asked.

“Well, he’s the one who showed you the Undercroft,” he replied simply.

“Ominis, you’re the one he learned about it from. You’re the one I hang out with there. It’s rosewood and jasmine from your cologne that I smell in that bloody potion!” you said.

His brows knit together in confusion. “I thought you just smelled the Undercroft?” he said.

“Well, that’s what I thought when I was standing next to you – and in class last week,” you said. “You were right there, so I didn’t realise the smell of you was coming from the cauldron instead of…you know…you.”

His features went slack. “Oh…” he said awkwardly.

“Yeah…” you replied similarly.

“I’m a massive idiot,” he said, shaking his head at himself.

You smiled. “Yeah,” you said. “We kind of both are, aren’t we?”

“It would appear so,” he agreed. He laughed as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Well, this has certainly been an illuminating study session.”

You melted into him instantly. “Indeed, it has.”

“You smell wonderful, you know,” he said as he nuzzled his nose against yours.

You giggled in response. “You smell quite nice, as well,” you replied.

“I taste even better,” he said cheekily.

Your gaze immediately dropped to his lips. “Is that so?” you asked, your voice coming out husky.

“I can prove it if you’d like,” he said. His breath fanned over your lips as he spoke.

“Yes, I think you should,” you replied. “For…educational purposes.”

Ominis’s lips brushed against yours almost tentatively before he leaned in to interlock them. His heat sank into your body as he held you firmly against his chest. You snaked your arms up behind his neck as you kissed him back. Being held by Ominis – and kissed by him – felt right. You wanted to stay wrapped in his arms forever. If you could’ve, you would have fused into him so you never had to be apart again.

You didn’t know how long it was before Ominis broke the kiss, but you knew it was too soon. “I still have to return the favour for you helping me with potions,” he said.

“Yes, right. The herbology,” you replied, still breathless from the kiss. You had forgotten about those bloody shrubs altogether.

“Actually, I was thinking we should work on divination, instead,” he said innocently, but there was a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You arched a brow at him. “Oh?” you asked. “Are you even taking divination?”

“No. I can’t exactly read tea leaves or look in a crystal ball,” he stated. The smirk spread on his lips. “But if I could, I’d see me in your future.”

You laughed. “You’ve been spending too much time with Sebastian,” you chided. “His terrible jokes are rubbing off on you.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling!” he said with a false gravity to the words. “I’d like to fix that as soon as possible by spending more time with you, instead.”

“I’d like that,” you said, unable to stop beaming at him.

“Me, too. Especially if it involves kissing you again,” he said.

You blushed. “I think that could be arranged,” you replied.

[subastian-swallows]

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.

[little-emerald-snake]

Kinktober

Sex Pollen - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

🔥NSFW🔞MDNI

Warnings: non canon plant because I made that shit up, I wrote and edited and posted this while I was drunk oops, aphrodisiac, sex pollen, dry humping, getting freaky in the forbidden forest

1938 words

(banner made by me)

“Damn Garreth and his damned potions always making me trudge out to the damned forbidden forest for ingredients. Who does that boy even think he is?!“

Sebastian rolled his eyes, pushing a branch out of his way. “He’s a potion prodigy who’s paying you for a service. A service you said yes too. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

She whipped her head around causing him to stop in his tracks, standing to his full height and crossing his arms with a ‘try me and I’ll leave you out here alone’ look on his face.

She huffed, turning back around and continuing to climb through bushes, shuddering at a thick mass of webbing as she steps around it. “Why does there always have to be spiders…why can’t his blasted ingredients be near a niffler den or some other creature that doesn’t have eight legs.”

Sebastian chuckled, stepping out behind her into a clearing with no trees or bushes, only loose dirt. “That’s why you brought me isn’t it? To fend off all the spiders for you.”

He could hear the smile in her voice as she glanced around the clearing, looking for a specific purple flower that looked strangely identical to purple spun sugar. “Perhaps it is. But I’d still like to avoid coming across a den of acromantulas if it’s all the same to you.” She looked around again and gasped at what she saw along the edge of the clearing a few feet away. “There it is! That's what we need for Garreth!”

She lifts her skirt and trudges over to a whole patch of them, opening her bag and pulling out a glass jar. “Now we have to be careful, Garreth said picking these can leave you with some strange…side effects…but he wouldn’t give me any other details.”

She set the jar to the side and pulled out a pair of brown leather gloves, pulling them on and reaching for the first flower. Sebastian walked up and stood beside her to watch as she plucked the first flower, the tiniest bit of the strange cottony fluff fluttering off to the ground.

She took her time carefully plucking more and more till she had a whole jar full of them. She put the lid on and set it inside of her bag, reaching for another jar and beginning to fill that one too. Sebastian’s brow lifted curiously. “I thought Garreth only wanted one jar of this stuff?”

She nodded and kept at her work, diligently. “He did. But I know what he’s trying to make with it and I know in a week he’ll come asking for more. I might as well stock up on it now and be prepared the next time he asks.”

Sebastian nodded, understanding her reluctance for heading out here to pick up ingredients again so soon. As much as she loved getting into places she wasn’t supposed to be, the forbidden forest did not hold the same sentiment.

She finished filling the second jar just as her nose and throat began to tingle. Nothing drastic but just enough to notice a difference. She chose not to say anything, capping her jar and stuffing it into her bag before pulling off her gloves and sending the fluff that was stuck to them flying as she beat them against the stalk of a tree to ‘clean them’.

Sebastian wrinkled his nose and backed up as the fluff immediately began to irritate his airways. “What the hell. He tells you to be careful with this stuff and all the sudden you’re getting it all over the place!”

She rolled her eyes and stuffed her gloves into her bag, standing and turning back to Sebastian. The first thing he notices is her pupils are blown crazy wide, enough so to concern him. She speaks as if she’s completely fine though which intrigues him. “It just makes your throat and nose feel a bit funny. I doubt Garreth would send me out to collect anything dangerous without a fair warning.”

Sebastian begins to feel a bit warm and…fuzzy? “Yea, and makes your pupils bloody massive! You look like a cat who just tossed about in a huge pile of cat grass.”

She looks up into his eyes and notices the same thing about his own pupils, just as the strangest thing happens, a heady swirl of arousal settles in her lower abdomen. “So do you. Maybe this stuff has some sort of…drug-esque effect. Do you…feel anything strange?”

Heat was quickly flooding his body making him suddenly feel all too warm. “Er, yea. I suppose you could say the feeling is strange. Are…you experiencing anything strange?”

She nodded, clearing her throat and kneeling down to the soft dirt below her. She pulled out her wand, summoning her huge leather bound Herbology book from the castle. “I suppose I should have researched this stuff before coming out here but…Garreth has never led me to gather anything dangerous before.”

She quickly flipped through the pages as Sebastian stood off to the side, shifting his weight from foot to foot anxiously. He couldn’t help his gaze lingering on her thin fingers as she flipped through pages, arousal now being a clear side effect of whatever strange plant this was.

She flipped and flipped through pages, repeating the small portion of the word she remembered till finally she found the inky sketched photo of the plants she’d just picked.

Eyes zooming across the page frantically, she read about the plants and its uses, eyes finally slowing as she read the ‘harvesting’ section. “While harvesting this plant, herbologists recommend wearing gloves as well as a fabric such as a scarf over the mouth and nose to prevent inhalation of plant spores. Breathing in spores of this plant can cause irritation of the airways, tingling sensations, heightened sensitivity, intense arousal, and mild euphoria…”

Sebastian’s eyes went wide, letting out a nervous chuckle as he scratched the back of his head and looked anywhere but at her or her book. “Er, yea. That seems about right…what the fuck, Weasley.”

She snaps the book shut and sends it back with a flick of her wand, remaining hunched on the ground with a look of disbelief spread across her features. “What the fuck it’s right. Well now what do we do?”

His arousal was spiking by the moment and the urge to reach down and sooth the building desire was almost too much as he cleared his throat. “Well, I say we hustle back to the closest floo and get back to our dorms before this fully kicks in.”

She makes a barely audible sound that Sebastian swears he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn't so keyed up. “I don’t know about you and Ominis but I typically don’t fancy wanking in a room full of my classmates.”

Sebastian chuckled but it came out much huskier than he intended, the pressure between his legs making everything much harder than it needed to be. “Well obviously me and Ominis don’t talk about having a wank. We…er…well at least I just use a silencing charm and close the curtains.”

She audibly groans but it comes out as more of a moan. Sebastian sees her hands fisting on her thighs. “Merlin, please stop talking about you fucking having a wank.”

He scoffs, beginning to pace behind her in an attempt to get blood nothing anywhere but to his cock. “To be completely fair, you brought it up first, darling. I was only giving my two cents.”

She could hear him pacing behind her and even though she couldn’t actually picture him watching her she shivered at the idea that he was watching her as he paced, waiting to see if her devious hands wandered the way her mind wanted them too.

Would he say anything? Simply watch? Would he even react at all if she let this strong lusty feeling sweep over her and take control of her hands. “I-is this not affecting you?”

Sebastian lets out a breathy laugh. “You’d be wrong to assume I’m fine, darling. This plant has me hard as fucking stone.”

She shivered and something within her finally won out as she turned, watching him pace, her eyes raking down from his messy curls where he’s clearly dragged his fingers through it, over his button down shirt to the bulge tenting the front of his trousers. Sebastian smirked. “Did you really think I was lying, love? Had to check for yourself?”

She swung her head back around, blushing furiously. Why had she done that? Why had she looked? This plant was fucking with her. That was the only thing that made sense. The intense wave of desire that held her captive and had her thinking about what the taste of his skin would be like was, all due to this blasted plant.

She heard him kneel down beside her, and felt his hot breath ghost across his ear. “You know…we could solve this problem in a very simple way. We lay out here where nobody can disturb us and we let this plant work its way out of our system by giving in…” His hand caressed her side. “…use each other to seek out this pleasure and hang on for the ride. What do you say?”

Nothing had ever sounded so good in her life. She was nodding and before she even realized what was happening, he had her on her back against the soft earth, a strong leg on either side of her thighs, caging her in below him.

He bent down, his unruly brown curls tickling her face as he kissed her neck, gently at first before adding a nip here and there. If she had any sanity left she would have found the sounds she made to be rather undignified but honestly all she could think about were the surges of pleasure currently zipping like a lightning bolt straight from his teeth on her neck to her groin.

His own sounds had her arching and gasping against him, shocked that he seemed just as worked up as she was, especially when she arched and her thigh brushed his solid erection, eliciting a groan all the way from deep in his chest.

One big hand came up, groping her breast, fingers finding her hardened nipple through fabric and pinching in a way that had her crying out again. “Oh fuck, Sebastian!”

Her hair would be caked with dirt by the end but it was the furthest thing from her mind as he groped and grinded against her, hips rocking against that sweet pressure between her legs, faster and faster.

She wasn’t going to last long and they hadn't even taken off a single piece of clothing. His breaths and groans against her ear were driving her crazy, his rigid cock against her clit was even more intense. “O-oh shit Seb I’m gonna come!”

Sebastian groaned, moving faster, pinching her nipple just a bit harder. “Good…come for me, gorgeous. You feel so fucking good I’m gonna come too…”

That line within her that electricity traveled through pulled taught and she cried out into the still and misty air of the forest, clenching around nothing with Sebastian rutting away between her legs like his life depended on it till he stilled and grunted with his release.

They both laid there panting, waiting for the arousal in them to cease and their bodies to become their own again. Yet it never came, and they spent not one, not two, but three more hours tangled up together on the earthy floor of the forest.

Kinktober prompts

[metal-mouse]

Don't Ever Leave

pairing: Garreth Weasley x f!MC (M/F pairing)

themes: 18+ minors DNI. smut. fluff. so, so many tropes. pourn with plot. confessing feelings. idiots in love.

warnings: smut. p in v. unprotected sex. a hint of body worshipping. f receiving oral. not even an attempt to pull out.

summary: 7.1k words of whatever this is. It has been one year since you have graduated from Hogwarts. You've returned to Hogsmeade for some shopping, and you run into a familiar face. You spend the afternoon catching up with Garreth Weasley, when a rain storm rolls in preventing you from returning home.

note: I'm thirsty for Garreth Weasley and I'm a filthy slut for tropes. This got way longer than I expected it to. Editing? Never heard of her. Unicorns shed their horns like moose because I said so. I'll make a Garreth stan out of you if it's the last thing I do 😤

tagging @the-ominis-gaunt and @cuffmeinblack bc the red haired boi.

s/o to @anto-pops for letting me yell in the dms and also being an enabler and a pot-stirrer. luv u.

You called one last good-bye to Albie Weekes as you left his shop stepping into the cool November air. It had been well over a year since you’d last stepped foot in Hogsmeade, and it was nice to catch up with some old friends. Your next step would be visiting Parry Pippin, who had been most fond of you while you were in school. You’d always helped him make deliveries to Fatimah Lewang, which had gotten you a decent amount of pocket money. He had always paid you handsomely for having to deal with that unpleasant woman. You made your way up the street towards the potions shop, savoring the sights and sounds of the bustling village. Seeing students wander the streets talking and laughing filled you with so many fond memories. You could almost see yourself with Sebastian and Ominis, or perhaps Garreth Weasley, walking through the village and stopping in at the shops. 

Your mind lingered on the idea of walking through Hogsmeade with Garreth. The two of you had formed a very close friendship in your sixth year. You had been immensely fond of him, and something deep down inside of you had always hoped the two of you might become more than just friends. Besides Sebastian and Ominis, he was the one you spent the most time with. The amount of time the two of you had spent flirting was obscene, with delicate touches and priceless banter. Garreth had been quick to blush, and how you loved to make him blush. 

You got to the entrance of J. Pippin’s, and were jolted by the door opening suddenly. A man with a friendly face and a messy head of red hair bumped into you. 

“Garreth?” You said, momentarily wondering if you’d accidentally summoned him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, and then frowned at his choice of words, “er… I mean It’s lovely to see you!” He added quickly. You couldn’t help but smile at the blush that bloomed across his cheeks. 

“I needed to buy a new broom, I figured I’d come and visit some of the other shopkeepers while I’m here.” You said. 

“Still up to trouble, I gather?” He asked. 

“Naturally.” You gave him a wink. He laughed, and opened his arms for a hug. You embraced him briefly before stepping back and inspecting him. In the year since you’d seen him last he’d grown out of being the boy you knew. He was taller, his shoulders broader and he looked obviously strong under his clothes - which you noticed were very well tailored. The boyishness of his round cheeks had lessened, his cheekbones and jawline more defined now. You’d thought him handsome while in school, but now… he was breathtaking. 

“I can’t believe you’re really here.” Garreth said, his eyes searching your face. 

“I only live over in Feldcroft. It’s not that far a journey. I’m more surprised to see you here.” You said. A sullen look flashed across his face so fast you almost thought you’d imagined it. 

“Feldcroft? Are you living with Sallow?” He asked, an unexpected bite to his voice. 

“Anne Sallow, yes. Sebastian and Ominis moved to London to be closer to work. What have you been up to?” 

“Oh… right! I… well… it’s a little embarrassing.” His hand reached up to push his hair back. 

“What, are you shoveling dragon dung for a living?” You asked. He shot you a scandalized look.

“No, I’m Parry Pippin’s assistant.” You arched a brow at his response. That seemed like a respectable job to you. 

“Why would that be embarrassing? Mr. Pippin is an excellent potioneer.” 

“Speaking of Mr. Pippin, he is patiently waiting for one Mr. Weasley to go gather his ingredients.” Parry Pippin’s voice made you nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over to the shopkeeper, who had his hands on his hips and a little frown on his face. Garreth’s face flushed again. 

“Hello, Mr. Pippin!” You reached out and shook his hand. 

“It’s lovely to see you dear, now, if you’re insistent on distracting my assistant, why don’t you make yourself useful and help him collect the ingredients I need? He could use someone to watch his back.” Mr. Pippin said sternly. It was your turn to blush. You looked over to Garreth who had a hopeful look on his face. You nodded, it wasn’t like you were expected anywhere else - not with Anne visiting Ominis and Sebastian - and there was no way you could say no to that face. You would certainly rather be with him than be in the frigid sky on your way to an empty house. After a final sharp word from Mr. Pippin, Garreth started on the road that would take you towards the Forbidden Forest. 

It felt a little surreal, to be walking down that familiar path with Garreth Weasley. Truth be told, you hadn’t anticipated running into any of your school friends. You hadn’t really been close with many students under your year, and most of your friends were busy with their new jobs. Natty was back in Uganda, Poppy was running around the wilderness looking for beasts, Ominis was apprenticing in Diagon Alley, Sebastian was working in the Auror’s office… Even Anne seemed to be spending more and more time in London. 

You did think it a little amusing that you found yourself yet again protecting someone while they entered a dangerous location. It had become a habit during your school years, and it seemed to be carrying into your graduate life. The villagers in Feldcroft often asked for your help when it came to potentially dangerous situations. 

“I needed a job so I could save up and open up my own shop - Mr. Pippin was looking for someone to help out around his shop, it just seemed right.” Garreth said, jolting you from your thoughts. His tone was a little dejected, as though it was a disappointment for him to not own his own shop. 

“It certainly gives you good access to ingredients for your experiments. You’ve only just left school, you have loads of time Gar. You’re brilliant, I know you’ll have your own shop in no time.” You said encouragingly. He really was brilliant at potion-making, despite his unfortunate mishaps with his personal experiments. 

“You think so?” He asked, a little smile on his face. You nodded in response, returning his smile. His green eyes seemed to sparkle as he held your gaze for a moment - before promptly tripping over his own feet and stumbling. You moved on reflex, your arms wrapping around his, and hauling him upwards so he didn’t fall down. 

“Even if you can’t walk in a straight line to save your life, yes I do think so.” You said, laughing at him. His face was red as he joined in your laughter.

“I can walk perfectly straight, thank you very much.” 

“Hurt your pride, did I?” 

“At least I can reach the top shelf.” 

“That’s a low blow, Weasley.” 

“Yes, because you’re so close to the ground.” 

You and Garreth bickered back and forth as you walked along, without realizing you were still holding onto his arm. You loved spending time with Anne, and you did appreciate your neighbours in the village, but this was wonderful. It had been a long time since you’d laughed like this. Before you knew it, you stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. You dropped his arm, pulling your wand out of the hidden pocket inside your coat. 

“Alright, I’ve got to find unicorn hair and hopefully some unicorn horns. They’re shedding this time of year.” Garreth said. 

“Really? That’s not going to be easy. I know where some unicorns stay, but it’s very deep in the forest.” You said, frowning a little. You’d gone to see the unicorns several times during your time at school, especially after you’d chased all the poachers out of the woods. You wondered if they would remember you - and if they would just run from Garreth. 

“You know where their den is?” He looked at you with an amazed expression. 

“Well, Poppy Sweeting wasn’t the only one who was fond of magical beasts.” You said, stepping through the gate towards the forest. You’d never shown anyone the Room of Requirement, preferring to keep it your own little sanctuary. There was no way Garreth would have known about your beast rescuing services. He merely tilted his head in agreement and followed you through the gate. 

It had been a long time since you’d set foot in the ancient feeling forest, and it was just as unnerving. Despite going into the forest countless times, the feeling of it was something you’d never gotten used to. It was always so unnaturally quiet, despite the abundance of life you knew dwelled under the dark canopy of trees. Garreth’s hand quietly found yours, and you didn’t have it in you to tease him about it. The forest could really be scary. You didn’t speak as you guided him down the path, trying to remember the way to the unicorns all while listening carefully for the tell-tale signs of trouble. You navigated the twisting paths, taking the route which you recalled to have the least amount of spiders. 

You both froze when a spine-chilling howl echoed in the distance. Garreth’s hand tightened over yours. You had no idea what sort of beast had made that horrible noise, and you weren’t in a rush to find out. Dark mongrels you could handle. Werewolves, you weren’t all that eager to try and fight. Anything else… Unless it was small and easily defeatable, you truly weren’t interested today.

“Please tell me we’re not going towards that.” He whispered to you. You shook your head, looking towards the direction of the noise. It was, thankfully, in the wrong direction. 

“I can’t believe he wanted you to come here alone.” You whispered, unwilling to speak any louder. You wondered in part if that was because of Parry Pippin’s cowardice. The man wasn’t exactly known for his bravery, which was showcased so brilliantly in the delivery job he’d given you. If he wasn’t able to face Madam Lewang, how in the world would he have faced the forest and its denizens? Perhaps you’d have to have a talk with the master potioneer upon your return. You gently tugged on Garreth’s hand and started walking again - increasing your pace when another howl echoed. 

“You never said what you’re doing now that school’s done.” He said quietly, clearly desperate to break up at least some of the tense silence. 

“I’m not really doing much these days, I mostly help around Feldcroft and take care of Anne. St. Mungos reckons they’ve nearly got a cure.” You said, stepping over a large root and turning slightly to make sure Garreth didn’t trip over it. After everything you’d done, from stopping the Goblin rebellion to destroying the poacher trade in the Scottish Highlands, you figured you were owed a well deserved break - not that you were doing much relaxing. 

“That’s wonderful to hear, I always did like Anne…” He trailed off, as though there was something more he wanted to say. Heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly, and you shoved Garreth into the shadows against a tree before pressing against him trying to make the pair of you as inconspicuous as possible. He made no noise as a troll thumped across the path. You were steadily growing more annoyed with Mr. Pippin by the minute. What if he had been alone? It was inexcusable! You at least knew you could take on a fully grown troll. He may have been decent at defense against the dark arts, but Garreth had never fought a troll on his own. Hell, even Sebastian struggled and that was with your help. It was a tense few moments before the troll moved deeper into the forest.

“Come on. He didn’t see us.” You kept the steady pace up. 

“This is awful. How in the world are you still alive? I am so sorry for asking you to collect ingredients for me all the time.” Garreth hissed as he followed you. You snorted, his requests for you to go into the forest were often the least dangerous adventures you went on. The forest got darker as you ventured deeper, and now you really had to be on your guard. You jumped when something wet and cold dripped onto your face, and looked up with your wand out. You sighed when you felt more drops and realized it was just raining. You wondered if you’d lost your nerve, which was not helped when Garreth huffed a laugh at your reaction. 

“Not a word out of you, Weasley.” You shot a glare over your shoulder. 

“Are you frightened of the rain? Do you need me to protect you?” He teased. A stick cracked nearby, and with a nervous gasp he moved closer to you. You smirked a little, not even needing to tease him for his face to go red. You fell into silence once more, hoping the rain would stay light. If it was storming by the time you were due home, you weren’t going to be happy about it. Hand in hand and wands at the ready, you and Garreth pushed on into the darkness. 

You smiled when you heard the soft nickering of horses. You pulled Garreth to the side behind some bushes, quietly casting the disillusionment charm on yourself. He did the same, and you guided him forwards a little. You let go of his hand, beaming at the sight of the unicorns in front of you. You could feel him looming over your shoulder, his fingers gently pressing against the small of your back. It was a stunning sight, to have so many of these rare beasts all in one spot. 

“They’re beautiful.” He bent to whisper in your ear. You nodded despite the fact he couldn’t really see you. 

“Stay here. I want to see if they’ll let me approach them.” You whispered back, stepping away from him and removing the charm. You stepped forward slowly, letting yourself be seen by the unicorns. A massive white stallion moved forwards, staring you down with deep-set eyes. His coat was majestic, it almost seemed to glow despite no light hitting it. You stopped, and lifted your hands carefully. A loud whinny made you look to your left, and you gasped when Hazel the unicorn trotted happily towards you.

“Hazel! You look wonderful, my friend.” You said, smiling at her as she stopped before you. You lifted your hand and gently stroked her forehead. She truly did, her coat was shining bright as ever and she was plump from eating well. You flicked your wand, summoning a horse brush to give her a nice brush down. You momentarily forgot about Garreth as a few other unicorns you recognized moved in closer - including Hazel’s mate who you had named Ares, and the now-grown foal they’d had just over two years ago that you called Honey. You were laughing now, greeting each of them and letting them all take their turns with your brush and summoning little treats for each of them. 

You took a moment to glance around the clearing that they lived in, and indeed there were a few horns littered around the ground. You looked over your shoulder to where Garreth was hidden behind the bush, and carefully beckoned to him. The unicorns froze, going on high alert as he took a careful step into the clearing. 

“This is Garreth, he’s my friend.” You said, the word friend leaving a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. He came to stand beside you, careful not to move too quickly. He didn’t want to frighten them. Hazel moved a little closer to you, assessing him carefully. You swore that she understood everything you ever told her, and when she turned her head towards you and then back to him you felt that she knew just who he was. You held your hand out for Garreth’s, and he placed his hand in yours without hesitation. You lifted his hand, gently pressing it to Hazel’s forehead and stroking it downwards in the way she liked to be pet above her nose. You watched him while he repeated the motions you showed him, reveling in the awed look on his face. His green eyes were wide, and almost sparkling. A smile slowly spread as his nerves faded, and he met your gaze. He was so handsome it almost hurt. To see him so happy to be doing something that you loved… you hadn’t expected it to make your heart pound like this. 

“Hello! It’s lovely to meet you.” Garreth addressed Hazel, and you thought you were going to drop dead at the way that made you feel. You thought about how so many witches and wizards completely disregarded beasts and their intelligence, and to see someone so important to you regard beasts with respect… you were getting flustered with the overwhelming urge to kiss him. 

The rain really started to pick up now, and you were reminded that you stood in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, probably surrounded by dangerous creatures. You and Garreth got to work, he searched for fallen horns while you brushed unicorn tail hairs out carefully. 

“You know, this has turned out to be a very pleasant adventure.” Garreth said conversationally, coming closer to you to help with harvesting some tail hairs.

“Are you only saying that because Pippin won’t be complaining about his unicorn ingredients now?” You asked with a grin. 

“Not at all! It’s nice to see you again. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure I would. I’d assumed you would disappear wherever Sallow went.” He said, giving you a nervous glance. Your brows furrowed as you thought about what he’d just said. Why in the world would he assume that? 

“With Sebastian? What do you mean?” You asked. 

“Well… It wasn’t just me who thought this, of course, but I thought you would end up marrying him. You two were always so close.” He said awkwardly. You were close with Sebastian, and you had been through a lot with him, but not once did you see him as a romantic partner. You could understand why others may have thought that; the man was an unbearable flirt after all, but he’d never sought you romantically either. In fact, you’d played wing-man for him far too many times to count. 

You shook your head, “Sebastian and I were never romantically involved, nor will we ever be. That would be like kissing my brother.” You cringed at the thought of kissing Sebastian. Garreth was quiet for a long time. You looked over at him and saw him deep in thought as he gently brushed Honey’s tail. 

“Oh… so, you’re not… involved with anyone?” He asked, tilting his head cautiously. 

“No, Garreth, I am not.” You said. Your love life was indeed woefully empty. Some part of you still clung to the idea of somehow being with him. Why would he even be bringing this up? Did he truly care about your love life, or was he being polite?

The rain was lashing down now, leaving you both absolutely drenched while you worked. The unicorns began to retreat deeper into the woods now, looking to find some sort of shelter from the rain. You had started to shiver from the cold rain, chilling you down to the bone. Hazel was the last to leave, leaning against the palm of your hand one last time before turning and walking through the trees into the darkness. It was bittersweet, seeing the unicorn go. You resolved to come back and visit more often - you’d handled the forest as an inexperienced witch, you had so much more skill and experience now to navigate the twisting paths. You looked around, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and gain some sort of warmth. The thick clouds in the sky and the rapidly setting sun bathed the surrounding forest in an impossibly dark shade of black. 

When the clearing was suddenly bathed in light, you turned to see Garreth holding his wand with its tip shining brightly between his teeth as he finished stuffing unicorn hairs and horns into the satchel he’d brought with him. He looked at you, and you squinted as the light hit your eyes. 

“You’re blue! Come on, let’s get you somewhere warm and dry.” He said, taking his wand out of his mouth. You frowned, not happy that your little adventure was coming to an end. Garreth was right, you were freezing. Your hands had gone numb, and you could feel your teeth starting to chatter a little. It was going to be a long trip back to Feldcroft. You lamented your loss of the Hogwarts floo system, an annoying decision Phineas Nigellus Black had made upon your graduation. 

“I’ve g-got to p-pick up my br-broom from Alb-bie. Got t’ f-fly home.” You stammered out, the cold effectively locking your jaw. A powerful gust of wind made the trees swish and made you even colder. 

“Don’t be stupid. You’re going to fly home in this? You’ll catch your death.” Garreth shook his head, holding his hand out. You took it, and he apparated before you could even put another word in. 

You looked up at the little cottage you stood in front of, blinking in surprise. You supposed Garreth did have a point - the wind had picked up far too much now, flying would be dangerous. You’d go see Sirona again and see if she had any rooms available. Garreth unlocked the door to the cottage and practically dragged you inside. The door closed behind you, and the lamps flickered to life lighting up a cozy little living area. Garreth wordlessly waved his wand towards the fireplace on the wall adjacent to the door and it roared to life almost instantly flooding the room with delicious warmth. 

You moved closer to the fire, looking around the room as you did. There were two narrow bookcases crammed full on either side of the fireplace, and a squashy green armchair and matching loveseat with a small wooden table in front of the fire. On the next wall was a potions station complete with an extensive storage system. On the other side of the room was a small kitchen with a little dining table that had only two chairs. A door on the very back wall led to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was a charming little house, somehow very maximalist despite not having much for decor - how typical of him. Leander Prewett had once described their dormitory to you, and he apparently hadn’t changed much in terms of taste. 

“Are you listening?��� Garreth’s voice jolted you out of your snooping. You looked at him, shaking your head. 

“I wasn’t, I’m sorry.” You said, your jaw still tight. Your wet clothes were extremely uncomfortable. 

“I was saying that I’ll find you something dry to wear, just follow me.” He sounded equal parts amused and concerned. You nodded, and followed him up the narrow flight of stairs that led up to a loft. A four poster bed lay under the window, with a desk on one of the other walls and a large armoire across the room from the bed. The walls up here were much less bare, with the Gryffindor coat of arms hanging above the desk, and banners from different Quidditch clubs decorating the walls. He also had some artwork on the walls, including photos from school. You turned, and watched him open the doors to his armoire and dig through it looking for some dry clothing. He tossed a soft looking green jumper onto the bed, and dug around a little more before pulling out a pair of pyjama pants. 

“Thank you.” You said, taking the pants out of his hand as he walked towards you. You set the pants on the bed next to the jumper. You were too cold and too uncomfortable to care that he was still in the room as you began to fumble to take off your soaked clothing. Garreth made a startled noise, whirling around and looking away from you. 

“Do you want me to go?” He asked in a panicked tone. 

“Don’t care. Too cold.” You mumbled, shedding your wet clothes onto the floor and pulling the jumper over your head. It was an immediate relief. It was massive, hanging almost to your knees, and so warm already. You pulled on the pyjama pants which were far too big for you. You took a step forward to pick up your wet belongings, and the pants promptly dropped right to your ankles making you giggle. Garreth turned around at the sound of your laugh, and saw the pyjama pants pooled at your feet. 

“A little big, I suppose.” He said sheepishly. You waved him off, picking up the pants and putting them back onto the bed. You’d just go without, you were fully covered - what difference would it really make? 

You took your wet clothes downstairs so he could get changed in peace. You pushed open the door to what you thought was the bathroom and were pleased to see you were right. Along one wall was a rope with some clothes already hanging to dry, you just added yours to the mix. You took a moment to towel dry your hair, before standing directly in front of the fire to capitalize on the pleasant heat with your eyes closed and hands outstretched.

“Enjoying yourself?” Garreth asked, and you nodded without opening your eyes. He chuckled and nudged you to the side so he could also capture some of the warmth of the fire. You blinked your eyes open, looking up at him. His hair hung in his eyes, messier than usual thanks to the rain. It was strangely intimate, seeing him in a comfy jumper and pyjama pants with wet hair. It was something so mundane, but it felt… personal. You forced your eyes back to the fire with a newfound determination to just never look at him ever again. Your eyes slowly closed again, this time from the day’s journey catching up with you. Garreth huffed another laugh, and hooked an arm around you to help you back up the stairs to his bedroom. 

“You’re asleep on your feet, you can just sleep here.” He said, helping you sit down on his bed. You didn’t protest, allowing him to pull back the thick quilt while you made yourself comfortable. Garreth mumbled something about delivering the ingredients to Mr. Pippin, and he disappeared. In his absence, you couldn’t fight the sleep. You were so warm in his soft bed surrounded by the smell of him, and you drifted off to sleep. 

There was no way to tell what time it was when you were startled awake by a loud clap of thunder. 

“It’s only a storm.” Garreth’s voice came from the floor. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and blinking. The room wasn’t completely dark, the light from the fire downstairs gave the loft a dim light. As the blankets fell from your shoulders, you shivered against the cold air. 

“What’re you doing on the floor?” You asked. 

“You’re in the bed?” He said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. You rolled your eyes and beckoned towards him.

“Don’t be stupid, you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to anyways.” You grumbled. Sleeping on the ground? You were adults, you could share a bed. You’d only bite if he asked, anyways. He stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed beside you. You absently reached out and fixed his hair so it wasn’t in his eyes. His eyes searched your face with a cautious expression.

“Am I a fool?” Garreth asked you suddenly, making you frown. 

“A fool? What for?” You asked.

“For thinking that there is something to that look in your eyes. That there is some part of you who might want more,” Garreth’s hand closed around your arm and you stared at him stupidly, “there have been so many times I’ve wondered if I should just kiss you, or if it’s all a hopeless daydream. This past year without getting to see that look has been agony. I haven’t known if it was all in my head, if you were with Sallow or someone else, if I ever stood a chance.” An agonized look passed across his face in the dim lighting and he looked away from you. All of your breath left your body like you’d been punched in the chest. This day truly had taken a turn you’d never expected.  

“Gar…” You murmured. 

“A week ago, I’d thought that I could try to move on, and now you’re here. You’re in my house, you’re in my clothes, in my bed… I feel like I’m going mad.” His voice was thick with emotion, and his distress was visible. His hand left your arm. Garreth reached towards your face, but hesitated and started to pull his hand back. You took it and brought it to your cheek. 

“I..” You opened your mouth, cursing your sleep-addled brain for being unable to come up with a reasonable response. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, and you’d been hoping and wishing he’d say he felt the same about you. A flash of lightning showed Garreth’s pained expression as he awaited your response. There weren’t enough words in the world that could adequately describe the way he made you feel. You would rearrange all the stars in the sky if he asked you to, and you didn’t know how to tell him that. 

“I love you.” You whispered instead, and watched as Garreth’s expression changed from stunned to bright as sunshine. You let out a gasp as he lunged forward and kissed you with so much fervor he knocked you onto your back. He pulled back and started to apologize, so you wrapped your arms around him and tugged him back down as you kissed him. Garreth’s strong arms held you tight against him. His kiss was sweet as honey, and you poured every drop of emotion you held into it. You might not be able to tell him how you feel, but you could certainly show him. As your tongue brushed against his lower lip, Garreth let out a groan that seemed to settle right between your legs. You wondered what other delightful noises he was capable of, arousal swiftly spreading through you. 

You spread your legs a little bit, and he fell right between them with a surprised noise. He lifted his head a little, looking at you with a look of disbelief. You could see the want in his eyes, but you could also see the hesitation. You gently squeezed his waist with your bare thighs, and you could see his cheeks going an even darker red. 

“I want you.” You whispered, tugging him down for another kiss. Garreth relented with a gleeful look in his eye, his hands gripping your hips holding you in place as he gently ground against you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue lazily exploring your mouth. His broad hands slowly moved under your borrowed jumper, stroking over your skin slowly and gently. The feeling of his skin against yours was heavenly, and he already had you wanting more. It was unfair that he had this effect on you. 

“You have my heart, darling.” Garreth murmured against your lips, his fingers curling slightly into your skin. You couldn’t stop your smile, your heart beating just a little bit faster. You’d waited years to hear those words. Garreth’s lips trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He nipped gently at your pulse. His hands worked in time with his kisses, pushing up the jumper to expose more of your skin to him. Impatiently, you pushed him back a little bit and pulled it over your head, dumping it onto the floor. Garreth’s green eyes scanned you up and down, his jaw slack. You wondered if you’d caught him off guard by being completely bare under his jumper. 

“You’re beautiful.” Garreth breathed out, his hands reverently running over your skin without restraint. Your back arched as his warm hands cupped your tight breasts, massaging you. The slight roughness to his hands made the most delightful sensations on your skin, you let out a small string of moans as he gently tweaked your already sensitive nipples. He continued to grind against you, becoming more breathless himself. You looked down, watching him work his hands over your skin. He moved them lower, and lower, making sure he touched every inch of your skin with his burning hands. You were panting now, wriggling under his touch as his hands smoothed over your belly and down onto your thighs. You ached for him, needing him to give you some sort of relief to the pressure that had built up between your legs. “Please, Garreth, touch me.” You whined out. 

“I am touching you,” He said with his most charming grin, “I’ve wanted this for years, I intend to take my time.” He whispered in your ear, before giving your neck a sharp nip. 

“Bastard.” You said, despite the smile that played on your lips.

“Do you have any idea what someone like you does to a teenage boy? Seeing you every day at school and not having you was torture” His tongue traced up your jaw and you whimpered. You captured his lips in another kiss, wondering if you could tempt him into giving you what you wanted. He groaned against your mouth at the feeling of your kiss, you pulled out all of your favourite tricks, proving to him you could do many things with your tongue. Your wicked little plan seemed to be working, until Garreth pulled back and looked at you with soft eyes. He began to press kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, the tip of your nose, oh-so-gently over your eyelids, and onto your forehead. He held your thighs in a bruising grip, contrasting with the sweet kisses that now were trailing down your jaw, onto your neck, then down your collar. You were a whining mess as he massaged circles on your inner thighs and kissed every part of your body until his lips hovered just below your belly button. His hands on your thighs tugged you so your lower half was dangling off the side of the bed. 

“Please Garreth.” You whispered, certain you’d burst into flames if he didn’t do something. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, a smile playing at his lips. 

“Anything for you.” He promised, getting on his knees and guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders. He held them in place and licked a firm stripe against your soaked, aching heat and moaned. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan of your own. He concentrated on your aching clit, his tongue swirling around it carefully before he gently wrapped his lips around you and sucked. You arched into him, crying out loudly because of this. He let out a hum of appreciation, squeezing your thighs. You propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. His eyes were closed, and his head dipped and you felt him tonguing at your soaking hole before he moved back up to latch onto your clit again. This time, his tongue flicked across your sensitive nub while he sucked it and you swore violently, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. Your hips bucked, and he planted one of his hands on your belly to firmly hold you in place. Your core tightened, pressure building inside of you as he kept up the same motion. 

“I’m– Oh Merlin– That’s…” You couldn’t string a sentence together, and the pressure reached its peak and you cried out as a mind-shattering orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs clenched tight around Garreth, and he let out a moan that added to the sensation of his tongue and lips while you rode out your orgasm on his face. He only stopped when your legs twitched, and he was laughing softly as he pulled away from you. You stared at him, your jaw slack. He was a mess, and he was beautiful. The lower half of his face was shining with your slick, his cheeks flushed, and his smile was more than a little arrogant. Your eyes scanned down his body to the bulge in his pants, and then back up to his face. Another flash of lightning lit up the room, almost reminding you to move. You pushed yourself back enough that you could sit up and reach out for him. 

“You, taste amazing.” Garreth murmured to you, stepping in closer so you could reach him. You palmed the bulge in his pants, and he let out a flustered breath. You hadn’t the patience to toy with him, that would have to come another day. You wanted him inside of you now. You pulled his pants down, looking up at him while you did so. His thick cock sprang out, and you let out a little eager whimper at just the thought of him being inside of you. You looked up at him, and he was watching you with love and hunger in his eyes. 

“Come here.” You said, pushing yourself back on the bed and spreading your legs a little bit in invitation. Garreth flashed you an eager smile, pulling his shirt over his head and dumping it on the floor. He stepped out of his pants and crawled onto the bed between your legs. You wrap your arms behind his neck, and lick from his chin up to his cheek tasting yourself on his skin. Garreth let out a strangled moan, and tilted his head to capture you in a scorching kiss. You can almost feel that he’s reached his limit, and now he needs reprieve from his aching arousal. He grinds into you, his head dropping as he does so. You reach down, and guide him to what he seems to be so desperate to have. 

“Oh fuck.” Garreth hisses as he slowly presses into you, his teeth gently clamping down on your shoulder. You couldn’t even make a noise as your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Garreth’s thick cock stretching you out. As he fully sheathed himself in you, he stopped moving. 

He lifted his head, looking down into your eyes. His adoration was clear in his eyes, and it caught you a little off-guard. You’d taken men to bed before, but not once had it been someone you loved. This emotional connection you felt to Garreth… It made this feel so much… more. 

“I love you, Garreth.” You reached up and traced your fingers along his jaw. Garreth’s hips began to roll slowly, and he gave you a sweet kiss. He thrust into you with a slow and deep rhythm that had you whining and clawing at his back. The delicious way he stretched you out, paired with the way his pelvis ground against your sensitive nub had you in ecstasy. He clearly felt the same, with the pants and quiet moans that escaped his lips at every movement he made. 

“You feel amazing, Darling,” Garreth whispered to you, “You take me so well. You’re perfect.” He continued with his little praises as he ground into you. He picked up his pace ever so slightly, the steady thrusts had you clenching around his cock already. His forehead dipped and pressed against yours, his hands on your hips as he pulled you against him to get as deep as he could. You planted your feet on the mattress, lifting your hips to help get a new angle. Garreth’s groan was sinful, he sat back on his knees and abruptly began to pound into you. Your eyes rolled back, your pleasure peaking again.

“Right there, shit… right there.” You panted out, and Garreth obliged your wishes. You screamed out his name as your knees buckled and you came hard. The bolts of pleasure had your eyes screwed shut and your mouth making incoherent sounds. He caught you by the waist, holding you up as your walls pulsed over his cock. He fucked you, his groans becoming more and more guttural as he chased his own pleasure. His grip on you tightened almost painfully as his head fell back and he came, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He allowed you to fall back on the bed now, flopping down beside you. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were the storm still raging outside and the sounds of you and Garreth trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you got enough energy to roll over and nestle into Garreth’s side, with your head on his chest. You stretched up and kissed his jaw, and his arms wrapped around you. 

“I don’t want morning to come.” Garreth said, his voice soft. Morning meant returning to reality. Garreth would have to go to work, and you’d have to return to Feldcroft. 

“Mmm, neither do I.” You agreed. You didn’t want to leave. You knew that you’d made a promise to take care of Anne, but she was spending so much time in London these days that you almost wondered if she would just move in with Ominis and Sebastian. 

“Please don’t ever leave…” He said. 

“I’ll have to get my things.” 

“That’s alright, I’ll help you with that. Mr. Pippin won’t mind if I take a couple days off.” 

“And I’ll have to tell Anne.” 

“I’ll write a letter to send by owl right now.” “And then there’s the matter of you meeting my parents…” 

When Garreth didn’t have a quick solution for that, you let out a little laugh. You would stay, regardless of how much work you’d have to do. You never wanted to leave his side again. 

“Will you stay?” He asked. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Garreth. I’m staying right here.” You promised, kissing his cheek. With a cheeky grin, he rolled over and loomed over you and captured you in a deep kiss, his hand smoothing along your waist. Yes, you’d stay.

[sammiesallow]

Sebastian Sallow headcanons

summary- dating headcanons with Sebastian. a/n- all my personal opinion! cw's- mentions of violence/blood, use of crucio, angry Sebastian

the jealous type. we all know this.

he gets so jealous when you spend time with Garreth, but then you reassure him it's ok :)

"I could never replace you with anyone else seb, you're my pretty boy"

melts at that btw.

nicknames galore!! he wants to call you everything and he expects it back from you too

'angel, darling, honey, sweetheart, pretty boy.

"you think I'm pretty? really?" "of course I do, Seb."

he gives you the most blinding smile you have ever seen. absolutely adorable

y'all are so loving?? he is definitely a lover of pda, doesn't mind holding hands, a hand on the thigh(not in an intimate way, just for some physical touch :D), a kiss on the cheek, etc.

Sebastian is always touch-starved and craves attention from you. even a look in his direction or a "Hi Darling!" as you're passing him in the hallway will have him smiling like an idiot for the rest of the day

more intimate moments are shared in private, however, like in the undercroft.

Merlin knows those paintings, gargoyles, suits of armor, even the floo flames lady will eavesdrop on y'all and tattletale to a professor if you do anything more than share a kiss on the cheek.

Sebastian loves you with all his heart. he couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt or worse

every time you leave the castle, please send him an owl. it lets him know where you're going and it tells him you're safe.

he's worried sick if you come back with even the slightest scratch.

"Merlin's beard! darling, are you alright? are you hurt anywhere? do you want me to kiss it better???" he says as you come into the undercroft with one scratch on your face LOLL

it's all fun and games until someone hurts you. let's say you're on a quest together, somewhere in a cave and you two get ambushed. it would probably go like this:

"Diffindo!" an Ashwinder threw out the spell in your direction, hitting your abdomen and leaving a large gash in its wake. Sebastian yelped, not having noticed your state, and threw a quick "arresto momentum!" in the enemy's way to stall their time. "merlin! are you alright-" Sebastian stopped all movement when he saw you- you were hunched over in pain, groaning as you tried to stop the bleeding coming from the gash on your side. At that moment, he felt nothing but pure and unbridled rage. "you BASTARD!" Sebastian turned to the Ashwinder, (who was quite literally about to cast Avada kedavra on him) and cast crucio. nobody touches his girlfriend.

that's definitely one of his red flags.. he has anger issues, and won't hesitate to hurt someone if they hurt you. it's kinda endearing though

speaking of red flags- I'm not gonna ignore them? we all love him but he does have negative traits that will show through in y'alls relationship.

He's overly possessive and gets super upset when another boy tries to flirt with you. if you don't say something to the guy- sebastian will; and i dont think you want that.

he's not very in-touch with his emotions. he has a hard time expressing his feelings because of a) his insecurities and b) his ego.

but on a more positive note, you help him through these things!

meeting ominis and becoming friends with him gave you the opportunity to ask another person about sebastians troubles, and you can confide in him for advice when you need it!

you're sebastian's sunshine- quite literally. you help him through his tough times, and on a regular day, you brighten his mood imensely.

ON TO THE CUTER RELATIONSHIP STUFF!!!

HE WANTS TO CUDDLE YOU.

if he's tired he becomes 100% more affectionate- which means cuddles in the undercroft, his head on your shoulder in class, a hand on your under the table at dinner, etc.

Sebastian isn't the brightest, but if he has a class with you, he'll listen to anything you have to say.

he adores your smarts- whether or not you're actually smart is up to you, but it's not like he'll care. you could be the dumbest mf in the world and he'll still be proud of you!

he's your cheerleader! in crossed wands, the broom race against imelda, summoner's court, even an arm wrestling contest, he's there to cheer you on

it's because he never had someone to do that for him- losing his parents at such a young age, he didnt have cheerleaders to be proud of him through his achievments, so he does it for you!

in return, you take him on cute little dates!

little picnics in the vivarium are his favorite. he loves the feeling of laying of the grass and cloudgazing with you.

you know he needs to relax- so it becomes a regular thing for you two to sneak off to the room of requirement.

the undercroft is still a regular hang-out, usually used for absolute tomfoolery.

i mean, you sebastian and ominis will have stupid competitions all the time.

"let's see who can cast confringo the farthest!!" "Sebastian no!!" "Sebastian yes!"

chaos trio.

more importantly, chaos duo.

you enable his stupid ideas and make sure that he does them safely.

unless it's something stupidly unsafe- then you'll have to lure him back to the undercroft with cuddles and kisses. <3

A/N- MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!! pls send me ideas!! :)