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[necromanticcowboy]

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[hollowwrites]

The Gardener and The Alchemist

Part 3 Garreth x MC

Summary - After the HoneyDukes Heist, Maeve and Garreth decide to hang out in their own little personal haven.

Feel free to swap Maeve with MC or Y/N

Warnings - Mentions of water and inability to swim(?), Mild spice

Word Count - 2640

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Something about the ordeal left the two of them a bit dazed. They giddily walked back, not chatting much just giggling at each other every time they made eye contact. Had they gained some sort of sugar rush from inhaling so much candy? Or was the adrenaline from nearly being mauled my dogs taking over?

Either way, once they’d hopped over the platforms once again, Garreth stopped. He peered at the fork in the dirt path. Right, lead down to Maeve and his secret spot, left lead back up to Hogwarts. He watched Maeve turn left and reached to her, catching her elbow.

“I…I don’t want to go back just yet” he murmured, a sadness taking over his features.

“Okay” she smiled “I only have History of Magic left for the day anyway. I’d rather not go” he beamed, seemingly happy she’d chose to spend time with him instead of her valuable education.

“Shall we visit The Docks then, my dear?” He offered her his hand and she took eagerly.

The Docks was the name they ironically gave to the makeshift camp they created by the waters edge. A few conjured crates, a battered sofa and a large chest made up their safe haven. A liberal amount of magic held the structure together lest it float away to bob around the small pond. The familiar deep blue swirl of Maeves ancient magic wove through the crates making them sturdy under their combined weight.

There were telltale spots of both of their influences.

A small ‘portable’ potion station had settled into the dirt over time. Various cushions and blankets lay strewn across the floor around it for when Garreth fidgeted during his experimentations.

Terracotta pots of a multitude of different sizes for an array of plants sat upon every available surface, including the cushions of the sofa. Some muggle plants and some wizarding, the former thriving under the influence of her ancient magic. No need for sun down here!

As Garreth made himself comfortable, he casually tossed some ingredients into a cauldron and flicked his wand. The tiny flame beneath the pot started to simmer under the unknown concoction.

Satisfied with his addition, Garreth sat down at the water edge, removing his shoes and socks and rolled his trousers up. Maeve added their discarded robes and her own shoes to the growing pile of clothing near the chest. He kicked at the water as his feet dangled over the edge.

“Well…That was exhilarating” he grinned

“More like terrifying” she said lowering herself next to him. Tucking her feet underneath his thigh, she hugged her knees, peering at him from over her arms.

“I don’t know… it had its benefits” he winked thinking back to the feel of her hand upon his chest, how she wiggled against his hips unknowingly “Speaking of, I feel like I should apologise.”

“Apologise? For what”

“I…may have over stepped. I’m sorry if I…touched you inappropriately” his eyes looked anywhere but her direction.

“I…dont think you did” Meave looked genuinely confused. She thought back. He’d held her waist? But that was nothing. Yes she liked the feeling but it was nothing inappropriate. Her thoughts were, but that wasn’t his fault. “No you were a perfect gentlemen”

“I had my hands wrapped around your waist? Thats not…are you okay with that?” He looked at her, finally, eyebrow cocked.

“Erm…” her face burned red “Yeah that’s er…fine with me”

He smirked but his cheeks were matching hers. She cleared her throat

“So long as I’m not going to get a Diffindo to the back from Ominis, I’m good if you are.”

“Diffindo? Why would he do that?” She asked truly baffled at the direction the conversation had taken.

“You know…some guys get very protective of their partners, I’m just happy he still lets us hang out. I know I can be a bit…much with you so-“

“Woah slow down… You think me and Ominis are together?”

“Yes?” He questioned, now confused himself

“Ha! No Garreth!” She chuckled to herself at the idea.

“Oh…so Sallow?”

“No I’m not with anyone, Weasley” she laughed throwing his sock at him.

“Oh…” he looked off to nothingness, like he was connecting the dots to something in his head “OH!” He smiled “So they’re single are they?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes so hard it almost gave her a headache.

“Please, you’d have to break them apart first before you even stood a chance with either of them”

“I think I could do it, you know. Just flash them these babies and they’d be crawling over each other to get a taste” he puffed his chest out and flexed, his biceps pushing against the fabric of his sleeves. They already fit him snug, so the addition of his flexing left the material looking strained. She made a conscious effort not to gawk at him, fusing her mouth shut in a flat straight line.

“Get over yourself, Weasley” she pushed on his arm as he continued his posing, unaware how close to the edge of the dock he sat.

With the tiniest of knocks from Maeve he went tumbling into the water, he completely disappeared as he was submerged under the water.

“Garreth!”

See…now this is why I don’t swim. That is far deeper than it looks

A second later, he remerged, soaked through. His hair lay flat against his head and face. His fingers reaching up to part his hair down the middle, her eyes met with his own, and all she could see…was murder.

“Garreth…I’m sorry” she held her hands out in surrender “I didn’t realise you were so close to the edge I-“

“You are…so dead” he said flatly, before grabbing her ankles and softly tugging her towards the edge

“NO, no Garr please…it was an accident” she begged, her hands pushing against his shoulders, desperate to keep the distance between them…and herself on the dock.

“I’m sorry it’s too late…my day is ruined so…now it’s your turn” the curl of his lip was sinister as he waded closer to the dock and yanked at her ankles.

“GarrETH!” She squealed almost with glee, her giggles taking over any annoyance she may have had. “You can’t!”

Garreth just gave her a look. His eyes screaming: You can do better than that.

“Give me exactly one good reason why I shouldn’t” he demanded, ceasing his tug of war but not releasing her ankles.

“I…soggy socks are the worst” she stated matter of factly.

“Ah…you are correct there” he said looking up at her with a twinkle in his eye.

That’s when his fingers moved slowly up her calves his thumb brushing over her shin. They crept further and further up, his body manoeuvring between her legs as he went.

Garreth stared up at her, watching her closely as his fingers followed the outline of her stockings. His smile faltered, taking his lip between his teeth in an attempt to distract himself from what he was doing.

It was a fools errand.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her, ignoring the way the flesh of her thighs spilled between his fingers as he readjusted her in his arms.

“Do you trust me?” he said softly, his voice husky and barely above a whisper.

“Yes…” she breathed, though right then in that moment she didn’t know why.

He was touching her unlike anyone ever had.

He was pulling her into unknown depths she knew she couldn’t recover from.

He was looking at her with eyes she couldn’t recognise but…enjoyed.

Everything screamed at her to not trust him.

But this was Garreth.

She trusted no one more.

With one achingly slow move, his hands were behind her, lifting her effortlessly into the air. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he stepped back and lowered her slowly into the water, his fingers digging into her skin.

For safety purposes, obviously

Her breath caught and she gasped as the ice cold water lapped at her legs, her giggly laughter getting ripped from her.

“You…” a shiver shoots up her spine as her body acclimatises to the temperature “…you remember I can’t swim right?”

“I remember…” he says softly “…I’ve got you”

His voice was unlike she’d ever heard it. All traces of his impish and cheeky behaviour had vanished. Like all humour and teasing had been Obliviated from him and what was left was his kind hearted nature and…something husky and low she couldn’t recognise.

Those bright emerald eyes traced down her body as he shifted her to get a better grip of her. They seemed to loiter over her for longer than necessary.

Then when he looked up he was grinning from ear to ear. The spark of Garreth seemingly returning.

“Don’t think I’d let you drown, do you?”

“Well no…but anything could be down here. You could get distracted” she teases.

“The only thing that runs the risk of distracting me down here is you” he jostled her in the water almost to prove his point. The sudden cold splash of water up her lower back, saved her from the impending blush that crept up her neck

“Besides we’ve been down here for almost three years, I’ve been down here longer and the only creatures I’ve ever seen down here is that family of toads across the way…” he tilts her in the direction of the small alcove on the opposite side to them “…though I haven’t seen them for a while” he mutters.

“Murkys’ family? Oh no I hope he’s okay” Maeve fusses, wiggling about in his arms to crane her neck towards the tiny coast.

“Murky? Of course you named it” he chastised lightly, shaking his head and laughing

“Him. He has dark purple spots on his back, male of the species” she pushes an imaginary pair of glasses up her nose and bobbles her head haughtily.

“Oh shut up…” he grins devilishly and bends his knees, lowering himself and her into the water.

Maeve screamed bloody murder at the sudden assault of water. She felt it slither down the folds of her shirt, down the back of her skirt and other places unspeakable in polite conversation.

When he lifts her back up, all the while chuckling loudly, he noticed the way her white shirt conforms to her body. He fought the urge to wrap his hands around her tiny waist, feel the course cotton of her shirt slide over her skin. Her pale skin was clearly visible under her clothes, the white addition of her shirt making her look paler, if that was even possible.

And somehow the water had agitated her perfume. Or her scent in general.

All he could smell was the subtle lavender of her hair that seemed to linger around her neck. The floral undertones of her clothes wrapped him in a warm blanket. He almost forgot he was stood in freezing water.

His senses were overloaded by her.

Her sharp gasping and laughter that shook her chest, wasn’t helping his current situation. He became suddenly very aware of where his hands were. Just a couple of inches up, a simple slide over her stockings, and his fingers would be buried within a larger more ample explanation of flesh.

Shaking his head clear of such lewd thoughts only meant when his eyes open once again, he was greeted with more…

He saw the darker divot of her belly button, the small ridges of her ribs and up to the supple curve of her…

His eyes snapped back up to face and he silently thanked Merlin that she was wrapped around his waist and not his hips…

“Now that I know I no longer need to contend with Ominis…” He whispered, looking up at her through amber lashes.

“…it’s just you that stands in my way…”

“What do you mean?” She said as her laughter from the waters assault died down.

“Me and you…we should go somewhere”

“You mean like a…” her chest grew tight.

Surely he didn’t mean…a date.

Her hands gripped his shoulders harder and she leant into him. The chuckle that left his chest now low, more like a grumble, but the curve of his lips indicated just how pleased he was with the evenings turn.

“I mean like a gold old fashioned courtly ritual m’lady.” He tips her whole body as though she were a hat, causing more giggles to topple from her lips “See if this is just friendship…or more”

“What if….” She whispered, summoning all the confidence she could “…what if I already know…that I want more”

Garreth barked one singular laugh and shook his head incredulously.

With one long stride, he waded through the water and pressed her back into the dock. His one arm reached underneath her, freeing his other to snake up her back and cup the back of her neck.

Then his lips were on her.

They were warm and soft and everything her current environment wasn’t. But that all melted away when his lips slid over hers parting slightly as he moved back towards her. Her breathe washed over him and he realised…her mouth was open too. Panting and breathing into him, moving closer to claim his lips as much he claimed hers.

When her legs tightened around him, he trusted she wouldn’t fall and pressed further into her body, his other hand joining his first to cup her cheek.

Well…didn’t trust. More like his body acted on primal instinct and he could no longer control himself.

Each of her soft curves pressed into him as he pinned her to the dock.

And when her cold fingertips graced his neck, he snapped.

A low growl rolled from his chest and he quickly gripped her thighs once more, lifting her up and back onto the dock.

She yelped softly but shuffled back, looking down at Garreth. His clothes soaked through, clung to every muscle she could have only imagine before. She now saw them, tensing and rippling as he lifted himself from the water, the droplets falling from each strand of hair and his nose.

He climbed over her, eyes dark.

“I can’t believe this whole time, there was no one stopping me from doing this…and yet I didn’t” that husky quality to his voice was back again.

“You assumed” she teased

“I did…” he admitted “…you just…spend a lot of time with them”

“I spend more time with you”

“My apologises, you make it difficult to think when I’m around you. Make the obvious a bit harder to see”

How sweet

She reached towards his chest. She wanted to feel his warm lips again, especially now out of the water, the drafty air of the One Eyed Witch Passageway now prickling her skin. As her arm looped around his neck, she shivered, violently.

Her chuckled.

“Let’s go…we should get you somewhere warm before you catch a cold” he leant back onto his knees and stood, offering her a hand to stand back up. His hand was still somehow warm. And he seemed completely unfazed by his sodden clothes.

He pulled her onto her feet and gathered their belongings, pulling her robes around her and added his own on top of that. She smiled up at him, pulling both robes around her shoulders, the red of his robes hood added a crimson under glow to her features. She looked as though she was blushing as much as she did when his hands slid up her legs. His fingers digging into-

Stop

“Come on…I’ll walk you to your common room” he whispered.

He bent to sniff at the cauldron he had half-heartedly thrown ingredients into earlier.

The almost overwhelming smell of Lavender, Various flora and HoneyDukes filled his nose, stronger than it ever had.

It was definitely her.

Always her

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uh im hoping to request for the life generator? fandon: dangerous fellows about myself: 5''2, a swimmer, cellist and dog lover, likes coffee, enjoys books, extroverted introverd, likes travelling and ice cream😋 well i dont need much i'll be more than happy to see your writings and have a lovely day! thanks!

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B A C K G R O U N D

Prior to the zombie outbreak, you were an interesting type of high school student. You didn’t fit into the school stereotypes: an athlete who spent their time with their nose in a book. Whenever you won a competition or a tournament, you weren’t loud or brash about it. You would give a winning smile and divide the credit throughout your friends and family. Outside of school, you worked at a small cafe at the corner of the block. Not only did you want to make your own money, but you also wanted to experience the job life. While school could get hectic with your studies, sports, and job, you always managed to weave your way through.

On the day of the apocalypse, you had been coming home from another tournament with your mother and sister. Unfortunately, your mother had hit a body. She stopped the car and all of you jumped out to see the damage she had caused, but it would not compare to what happened next. A body with gray skin and no hair laid flat on the ground. Your mother went to touch it, but it awoke and bit her arm. She screamed for you and your sister to get away. You wanted to stay and help your mother, but your feet took you in the opposite direction. 

You did not look back

F R I E N D S  

Ethan

When the gang had found you, they were not interested in being your friend. Not only was Scarlett trying to throw you to the zombies, but the rest of the group also seemed uneasy. Lawrence had to consider the number of resources you would cost, Eugene couldn’t hold back from making a snarky comment, and Zion felt that you were dead weight. You tried to negotiate with them and prove your worth, but their uncertainties had not been cured. You told yourself not to take it personally. They were just worried about their survival. Yet a pang of loneliness surged through your chest. The only person rooting for you was Judy.

After another one of those dreaded meetings, you needed some space to breathe. It consisted of the usual: Scarlett screaming to kick you out, Eugene telling her to shut up, Zion telling Eugene to shut up, and Lawrence telling everyone to shut up. Suddenly, letting a zombie eat your brain didn’t sound too bad.

You scouted for a classroom that didn’t have upturned tables and wasn’t stained in blood. After some searching, you finally found some space for peace. You closed the door and slumped against the wall with your hands in your head. Your head became clouded with too many thoughts. You wanted to breathe but you were trapped by your own mind. Things couldn’t get any worse.

The door opened slightly. You jumped, expecting it to be a zombie. Instead, it was Ethan at the door. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t close the door. Having him as company wouldn’t hurt since he’s never been against you.

“It’s alright, you can come in.” You straightened up. “I was just sitting and thinking.”

He nodded and sat beside you. The silence between the two of you seemed awkward, but you come to find the beauty in it. Once again, you were lost in your own thoughts– thinking about the nostalgia of the past and the uncertainty of the future. The whole thing felt like a nightmare.

“I know the crew was tough on you.” You turned your head to the boy beside you. “But they aren’t bad people. Just worried about surviving.”

You look towards the cream walls of the classroom, hugging your knees. “I know, but it doesn’t make it less painful.”

He nods and looks at the wall as well.

“They’ll come around.”

Other friends: Lawrence, Judy

R O M A N C E

Harry

Ethan wasn’t wrong; the crew did warm up to you. Zion made less sarcastic remarks, Jay a little nicer, and Eugene even offered you a bag of chips. But it wouldn’t have been possible without Harry. He seemed to be the only friendly one (besides Judy) who tried to get to know you. In fact, he advocated on your behalf, which ultimately convinced the others to give you a chance. It was something you would forever be grateful for.

The two of you began to take night patrols together and sat around after meetings were over. He felt that the others were treating you unfairly. You had no marks, no bites, and you were pretty good at conserving resources. Besides, your plans during night patrols made them much easier and more efficient.

One night, you and Harry had finished patrol duty before the rest. With the extra time, you decided to sit with him on the rooftop. The two of you began to talk about your lives before the outbreak and how life was much easier back then. He had felt comfortable telling you about the day the zombie outbreak occurred and it nearly brought you to tears.

“Don’t cry. It’s my burden, not your’s.” A glass film of tears coated his eyes.

“When one of us suffers, we all suffer.” You gave a bitter laugh, wiping the tears from your face. After hearing his woes, your guard fell. Although it would only sadden the mood, you felt the need to confide in him. You told him your story and your frustrations since you had gotten here. Images of your mother being turned ran through your mind. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to erase the image from your head and to hold the tears back, but your voice shook as you spoke. Droplets ran down your cheek.

“There’s nothing left for me.”

He embraced you in a warm hug. You held on to him tight; it was like clinging onto your sanity. He brushed your hair with his hand as you buried your head on his shoulder, nonstop tears flowing from your eyes.

“We’ve got each other and that’s all we need.”

You tilt your head and lock eyes with him. His silver hair was glowing in the moonlight and his purple eyes shone like amethysts. “How can you stay so positive during a time like this?”

“If I don’t, then I’ll fall apart.”

F I N A L    F A T E

Luckily, the group was able to escape from the school and made it to the safe zone. The only person who didn’t make it was Lawrence; he chose to stay behind to atone for his sins. While you had mixed feelings about his choice, you were sad to watch your friend throw his life away for the rest of you.

It didn’t take too long to reach the safe zone. Zion’s brute, Ethan’s athletics, and your quick thinking kept everyone from being mauled by the zombies. Upon entry, the guards inspected each of you for any possible marks. Unfortunately, you had a small cut on your finger– a papercut from the flyer. The guards were ready to send you back, but Harry managed to talk them into testing your blood. For a few days, you were isolated from the rest of the group as the doctors took samples of your blood to ensure you had not been bitten. Once you were cleared, you were able to enter.

The first person you looked for was your sister. You searched everywhere for her, but you couldn’t find her. Part of you had hoped maybe she was alive and hadn’t found the safe zone. But you knew better than that. After coming to terms with your mother’s death, you looked for Harry. It relieved you to see that he was reunited with his mother, yet you couldn’t help but feel jealous. You wished your mother was with you.

Harry rushed over to you and wrapped you in his arms. The two of you laughed and had a quick kiss. What had seemed impossible a few weeks ago had become your reality.

It wasn’t the best reality, but it was better than you had dreamed of.