Dont Think, Just Do

love this dude

From Best Friends To Lovers

I’m also taking requests for Sebastian and Garreth so I can get more into writing. So feel free to send me some requests :)

Based on this request: Flirty Garreth trying to get the MC’s attention and him hinting that he likes them. But MC thinks that it’s just his dorky self. Because he’s just clumsy! He even went as far as mentioning Amortentia, hoping it would perk up their attention. Garreth and MC are best friends, but he always tries to hide away to cover his blushing face whenever he tries to flirt, or there’s any kind of physical affection. Until he finally gets what he has been trying so hard to do. And things get a little heated.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Characters are aged up.

Thank you for requesting this! I absolutely love Garreth! Your message made me super happy and I’m glad you enjoyed my last one. I’m still super nervous I’m not very good. But I really appreciate your message, I tried my best, and it may have gone in a bit of a different direction. I also hope you are doing well 🥹

Also @thedarkjotun I can finally tag you 🥰 I’ll tag you in any others I do!

You were sat in the library, head buried in between a book you had been studying for hours. Garreth had told you about a new potion he wanted to try, he wouldn’t tell you exactly what it was, but he needed your help with the ingredients.

Of course, he himself had accompanied you. He was always by your side. You two were always seen together, always paired up in the classes you shared, always sat near each other in the Great Hall. As you were both in the same house, he would always walk with you back to the dorm. He would leave you little notes, telling you what he has found, if he found something you like, or something new he wanted you both to try.

Over the past years of your time at Hogwarts, you and Garreth had become relatively close to one another. You would consider him as your best friend. You piqued his interest from the moment you shared the same level of excitement in potions as him. He had started to develop feelings for you, and quickly became attached to you. You were kind, funny, smart and beautiful.

Garreth was sat beside you, finding any way he possibly can to entertain himself whilst you were trying to find out more about the type of ingredients he needed for this mysterious concoction. Throwing you little notes, poking at you, making stupid flirtatious jokes was his way of trying to express his true feelings towards you. But in your mind, this was just Garreth being the dork he is.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?… Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” He was terrible at this. It landed him a smack across the head with the book you were currently reading.

“Garreth, tell me why you would need Castor Oil and Gurdyroot? From what I’ve read about them, they’re used for love potions and stamina? Mind telling me the thought behind this?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed, as you were curious as to why he would possibly need them. There was also another ingredient, but that one you couldn’t find. Little did you know, it was a simple craving ingredient. Which would have the drinker taste of what they craved the most.

“Ah, can’t be telling you all my secrets now can I, Y/N? Garreth replied, a small smirk forming on his face, sending you a wink.

He had been trying for months, perhaps longer, trying to get your attention with things. Whether it was just simply getting your favourite sweets from Honeydukes. Giving you his robes if you were caught out in the rain. But you never took it as anything other than friendship.

It was getting late, the two of you had been in the library for what seemed like hours. There was a now comfortable silence between the two of you, you could feel your eyes getting heavier by the minute. Garreth took notice of this, he took the book from your hand, his hand ever so slightly brushing against yours. He quickly turned away to put the books back, trying his best to hide the embarrassment. His face turning as red as a tomato from the feel of your skin on his.

Garreth couldn’t sleep that night. He was wide awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking of you, thinking of your smile, your laugh, how beautiful you were. The man was in love, and you still hadn’t noticed. He has never felt this feeling before. Never been in love. Never been with someone. Before you came, he was alone. Yes he was popular, but more in a way where, he was only needed for laughs. You made him feel like he was wanted. He enjoyed your company, he loved how you had taken an interest in what he likes doing. He had to do something, anything that would indicate that he liked you.

The two of you made your way to the Great Hall for breakfast, he knew what you loved to eat, so he quickly filled your own plate up before his. A small smile forming on your face, it made his heart melt. He went to pour you some orange juice, but the thoughts in his head made him lose concentration on what he was doing-

“Garreth!” You spurted out, breaking out into a laughter that filled his ears and turned his attention to you and what he had done.

He had poured it all over you, your blouse was soaked and turning see through, your legs were left feeling sticky. The shock forming on his face, eyes wide open, realising what he has done, “Y/N, I am so sorry!”

Garreth was always, and had always been clumsy. He was always messing something up, blowing up his experimental potions, spilling stuff everywhere, setting off some kind of explosion. He always made a fool of himself, but you were never angry at him like most other students.

He noticed how see through your blouse was getting, and noticed you had nothing else to wear over it. He quickly removed his sweater and handed it to you. All whilst being careful and trying to hide the growth that was starting to appear in his pants.

He couldn’t help but stare at you wearing his clothes. You looked so cute, so perfect. A grin moulding onto his face, he quietly whispered in your ear, “It looks good on you.”

You returned the smile, “You’re just saying that” you gently gave him a slap on the arm, not understanding that he was generally complimenting you.

“No, you really do look good in my things.” He replied, taking your hand in his, he had to quickly turn away. The red-headed’s face was beginning to tinge that familiar rose colour he had become so accustomed to. Garreth felt like his heart was going to explode, was he really holding your hand under the table? Are you finally starting to take his hints?

You both had a free period, and what better way to spend it then brewing up some kind of potions, which you had no idea what they were, or what would happen. Of course, it was Garreth’s idea. You had shown him your Room Of Requirement back at the end of fifth year, so you two always had privacy. It was a haven for him, so many potion tables plotted about.

An explosion had begun to erupt, sparks flying everywhere around the room, foam and froth started pouring out of the cauldron, uncontrollably. You both had no idea what to do, but just stared at each other. Then all of a sudden, you were both covered in whatever was just in that pot. Smelling of ginger and oranges. You both just broke down in a complete fit of laughter.

“Well…. That went well.” You spoke up, completely baffled by what just happened.

“It went better than I expected!” He replied back.

“What was it you were expecting?”

“A fire, that’s what usually happens.” His reply made you giggle.

He always felt a sense of happiness knowing that he was the one to hear you giggle and laugh. It made his heart beat faster, and without thinking, he started to wipe you down, free of all the foam and froth that had covered you.

Garreth had always been a big flirt with you, but to his end, it never seemed to work. Was he just not very good at it? He was always complimenting you, at one point he straight up told you how beautiful you looked one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you walked down into the common room, your hair dangling down, night robe on. You made your way to the fireplace to keep warm, and opted for reading a love story you had found. Garreth was also awake, quietly sat in another corner of the room, reading about Amortenia. He looked up and gazed at you, watching you silently, admiring how you looked. But you didn’t acknowledge he was there. Until he accidentally made a noise. He froze in place, you were staring straight at him, slightly embarrassed that he saw you like this.

“Oh! Garreth! I-I didn’t know you were there, what are you doing?” You said, trying to cover yourself up, as your nightrobe was a bit revealing and short.

He didn’t know what to say. He was taken back, he just glared right through you. Never taking his eyes off you.

You shifted in your seat, trying to look away and avoid this intense situation. “Garreth-“

“You look beautiful.” Is all he could say. His gaze was soon cut off by a pillow flying into his face. Now he had a reason to hide behind it. What did he just do? Had he ruined anything you had by telling you that? Why did he feel so shy whenever he made any kind of flirtatious interaction with you?

You made your way over to him, leaning over to see what he was reading.

“A love potion? Garreth! I didn’t take you as a romantic person.”

“I can be, with the right person.” He sent you a playful wink, then hiding back behind his book as a blush was appearing over his face, his ears beginning to heat up.

“I was wondering about it actually, to satisfy your curiosity, little miss nosey.” He peaked up, shoving a finger into your cheek.

You scooted your way next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, his body radiating heat onto you.

“What’s got you wondering about it? I heard it creates an obsession with whoever drinks it, and that each smell is different to what attracts you.”

“Correct.” He shyly responded, “It made me curious as to what I would smell, would it be what I really desired and desperately want?”

His face was mere inches away from yours, and you could feel his eyes melting into yours.

You both felt nervous, but in your mind, that was normal for Garreth. He was just playful. But to Garreth, it was more than the friendship you had cherished. All he wanted to do was lean into you, pull you close to him, feel your lips on his. But every time, he would shy away. Him being the idiot he was, instead of just telling you how he felt, he just pulled out the worst thing he could think of. “This might be cheesy, but you’re grate.”

He instantly recoiled, feeling ridiculous. But to his surprise, you let out a laugh, hitting him with another pillow to the face. “You’re absurd Garreth” your hands suddenly touching his face. You could feel his face heating up from your touch. He began leaning in to your touch, eyes closed. You moved your hands to his sides, he was extremely ticklish. You had him rolling around on the couch, and the pair of you fell to the floor, breaking out in laugher.

A moment of silence passed, and he was quick to see the position you were in. Lying trapped under his grip, his hands around your wrists. His face turned as red as his hair.

“Oh! Y/N, I am so sorry!!” He rushed to get himself up off you, not wanting to cause anymore embarrassment. He held his hand out for you to grab and get back on your feet.

You took his hand in yours, it was sweaty to grip, which suddenly made you topple back to the ground. But before your body could hit the cold floor, his hands were around your waist, and he pulled you back to your feet.

You tugged him into an embrace. Throwing your hands around his neck, his hands pulling you closer to him. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a sign. I guess this was the closest he would get to you.

You freed yourself from him and his grip, planting a kiss to his cheek, “Goodnight, Garreth Weasley.” You said to him, with a slight flirt to your tone.

His thoughts on that night were interrupted by the feel of bubbles being thrown into his face. He had completely forgot that he was currently with you, brewing failed potions. Now was his time, he wanted to kiss you.

You were so close to him in this moment. He took his chance. He grabbed your face, planted his lips on yours, but he swiftly pulled away. “That was stupid of me, I don’t know why I did that. We’re friends. I shouldn’t of assu-“

He was immediately cut off, by you throwing your arms around his neck, kissing him again, but only this time, deeper, more intense. He pulled you closer to him, holding you tight. Slipping one of his hands through your hair, one kept on your waist. He had waited years for this, he never wanted to let you go. He began to push his tongue into your mouth, your own licking around his, sending twisting motions as you both flicked around each other’s mouth.

You gently pulled back and broke his kiss. He was a worried mess. Did he push you away? We’re you going to tell him how wrong it felt?

You felt a tingly sensation roaming through you. You never realised before just how attractive he really was. His curly ginger locks, falling over his face. His green emerald eyes, you now found them stunning. It all came to you. All those times he had given you his clothes and let you keep them for the night. You remembered how they would always smell of him, and how you always kept them close to you. He had feelings for you. And only now, have you come to senses that everything he did, was to get your attention.

“Garreth, I never knew”

He let out a low laugh, “I thought I tried enough to show you, but obviously I wasn’t very good at showing it.” He sounded let down.

You took his hands in yours, intertwining your fingers with each other, and led him over to one of the couches you had conjured in the past. “Tell me everything. I want to know.”

He gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re beautiful Y/N. I’ve waited so long for you to notice, and I would of carried on waiting however long it would of took. I have wanted this for so long.” His hand reaches for your face, cupping your cheek.

“So that’s why you were reading about Amortenia.” Sending a playful smile his way.

Garreth returning the playful exchange with a seductive wink, “I could of used it on you, made you as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

You sent a playful smack his way. Once again pulling his body to yours and crashing your lips on his. He desperately increased the kiss, hungrily moving against you. You pulling at his robes. He pushed you back against the couch, tossing his body over yours. This time, not afraid to hide how he feels. He kisses you again, with so much love, it was sweet and gentle. He was compassionate, he wanted this to be right. Not rushed. He wanted to take his time. Make sure it felt right.

He moved his lips to your neck, your hands gripping into his curls. He could feel himself getting hard, just the touch of you on him sent him wild. He went back and fourth from your lips, to your jaw, your neck. Each time you let out a small moan. Your hands moved from his hair, to the back of his neck, pulling his body closer to you, closing the gap between you. He completely melted at the touch of you.

His free hand gracefully starting to make its way over your body, shyly making its way under your blouse, caressing every part of you. Moans becoming gradually louder and more frequent from your mouth, straight into his ear. It overwhelmed him, he was sweating out in nerves.

Your bodies heavily pressed together, moving against one another in a rhythm, one of his legs pressed tight in between your thighs. Which meant you could grind your hips around him. Your free hand roamed and explored his body, feeling his tense chest through his clothes. Your hands lowered and lingered around the bulge of his pants. Slowly starting to stroke it, waiting for his response.

He sank his head into the crook of your neck, letting out moans from your touch right into your ear. Your hand carrying on, slowly stroking the base of him, trying to remove his belt. He swiftly lifted himself up, looking you directly in your eyes.

“I-I’ve never done this before..” He admitted, feeling embarrassed that this was his first time.

“Don’t worry Garreth. Me too. But I want you.” You whispered into his ear.

“I want you too sweetheart. I really do.”

And that was all he needed to hear. His nerves slowly fading away. Removing your clothes, then removing his own. He was left stunned, looking down at you, taking in the view left under him.

Both of you exploring each other bodies, hands roaming over places he had only dreamed of before. Feeling every inch of each other’s skin. He wanted more. It wasn’t enough. Both of you were screaming for more.

He placed himself between your legs, right at your entrance and gently pushed himself into you. A sweet moan escaping your mouth, a sign of pleasure that he seemed to enjoy.

He took his time, gradually and slowly inserting his full self into you.

Once fully in, Garreth breathed straight into your neck. He started to thrust more and more, it was sloppy and clumsy. But it didn’t matter, you both had never done this before. You wanted him to enjoy it, and it was a celestial feeling. Each hit sent you into a sensation you both had never felt before. It had you arching your back, breathing heavily.

He started to pound faster, more rough, quickening up his pace as you could feel a tension flowing throughout your body. A wave of pleasure and emotion rushing over both of your bodies. Both of you shaking with pleasure and excitement. Sweat pouring from his curly red hair, dripping onto your face. He pulled out, catching his breathe as he pulled you back into his arms. One hand running through your hair, the other rubbing circles onto your back. You rested your head on his chest, feeling how fast his heart was beating.

Garreth kissed your forehead, never wanting to let go of you. He finally had you. And things were about to change between the two of you.

I Have Nothing Left

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

This is a little story to @kawaii-chanxd art! I absolutely adored it, and it broke my heart a bit. Please go check it out!

Warnings: Spoilers! Mention of harm, death. Just sadness.

The end of fifth year was approaching and coming to an end. In your short time at Hogwarts, you had become inseparable with both Sebastian Sallow, and Ominis Gaunt. Your time there had just spiralled, and lost control. For Sebastian, he couldn’t wait to leave. Hoping to never return. Even if it meant he would be all alone, in Feldcroft.

Your year started out magnificent, you made so many new friends, had so many great adventures. But one thing would always stick to you. Your biggest regret. The downfall of Sebastian.

His obsession with dark magic, had left him a shell of the man he used to be. He was always happy, flirty, confident. Invited you to duels, would sneak around the castle with you past curfew. He would always make you laugh, stand up for you, if you got in trouble. You had become attracted to him. Now, it was like he was empty. No emotions. No life.

Sebastian was unrecognisable. You watched him succumb into a dark path. Ominis had tried to warn you multiple times, over and over, to watch out for him. Put an end to his search for a cure. But something inside of you, made you want to stick by Sebastian. You remember the day so vividly. Just two words changed everything so quickly.

He began to lose most, if not all of his close friends. With the death of his uncle, Anne not wanting anything to do with him anymore, never being able to forgive him for what he had done and caused. He was alone. Ominis never forgot what he did. He had tried telling Sebastian, time and time again, that he was going too far. In time, it pushed Ominis away.

He thought he at least had you. He thought you would always be there for him. You were the only person, who at least believed in him. Always stood by his side, even fought his own uncle with him. Just to protect Sebastian from getting hurt. But Sebastian, he pushed you away. You were the last person left he wanted to hurt. He thought you would understand him, why he did what he had to do. And in a way, you did. You defended his actions, told him it was self defence. But even in your mind, this was all too much.

Since it all happened, Sebastian was always seen alone. He was always seen with either you, or Ominis. But now, he was always alone. Most of his time was spent either in the Undercroft, since he knew that both you and Ominis would never set foot in there again, or he would relax under the stars, late at night in the Astronomy Tower. Which also happened to be your favourite place.

It was another lonely evening for Sebastian. He knew at this time, most places would be quiet and unoccupied. He was making his way over to the Undercroft, when he spotted you, sitting alone, your head buried into your hands. Sebastian walked over to you, placing himself next to you on the bench you were currently crying on. He went to reach your hands, making sure that you were at least okay. Even though he wasn’t.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Sebastian asked, his hand lingering over yours, seeing the tears trying to escape from your own hands.

You just ignored his question, falling into even more silence.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked, only this time, his brows were furrowed by your deafening silence.

You quickly snatched your hand away from his, lifting your teary eyes to meet his own. You could see the sadness, and depression that had taken over Sebastian’s own face, staring into you. You could see the guilt that had started to eat away at him. It hurt you to see him like this. See the man he had become. But you couldn’t bare to be around him any longer.

You wiped your eyes with your robe, gathering the book that lay next to you. Getting yourself up and walking away from him. Sebastian just stared at you, watching you walk away. Tears began filling up in his own eyes. This was the breaking point for him, he no longer had anyone in his life. You were the last person to leave him. Everyone he even considered to be close, or a friend, was gone. All because of the choices he had made. There was no way any of you would ever be able to forgive him, and he knew that. But he had hoped that at least one of you would of given him a chance.

You were his last hope. You no longer wanted any kind of social interaction with him, no longer craved the attention he would provide you. He felt like the most isolated, unloved wizard alive. He wanted it to end. The misery, the pain, the loneliness. His entire existence.

He wanted to run after you, pull you into an embrace, and apologise for everything he had done. Everything he had put you through. He had led you down this dark path with him. He wanted to apologise for pushing you all away. All he wanted to do was save his sister. And now, he had lost you all.

Sebastian had put a stop to dark magic, once and for all. Swore to never use it again. He had made a promise to you the last time you spoke, that he would end it. That he would never hurt anyone ever again. But maybe, he could could use it one last time. And end all of this suffering.

A few days later, you saw Sebastian, alone, as always, making his way to the Undercroft. He looked like a ghost of his former self. Like he hadn’t had a good nights sleep in months, like he spent most days, most nights, crying. Harming himself in anyway he could, to punish himself. He looked like a man who had given up on everything, given up on life.

You watched him disappear around the corner, knowing where he was going. You decided to wait a few minutes before following him. You knew you had to distance yourself from him, for your own sake. But there was a part of you, that felt guilt rushing through you, the guilt of ignoring him, abandoning him, when he really needed a friend. Really needed you. Maybe you were more than friends, but right now, all he needed was a shoulder to cry on. A hug. Anything to tell him it was all going to be okay.

You made your way into the Undercroft, it was dark, no candles were lit. It felt lonely. Everytime you had been in there, you had nothing but good memories. But the sight in front of you, it left your heart feeling heavy and broken.

Sebastian was sat on the floor, bawling his eyes out, releasing loud sobs, his wand sat shaking in his hand. His robes hanging off his shoulders, his hair unkept and messy. Panic ran through your veins, he was about to do something. And you knew it was going to end bad.

Sebastian raised his wand, pointing it directly at his temple, still visibly shaking and distraught. This was all he wanted. For all the pain and suffering to finally be over. His lips began to part, tears falling down his own cheeks, his hand gripping his wand tighter to steady himself and his aim, so that he didn’t miss.

“Avada-“

“EXPELLIARMUS!” You screamed, aiming your wand at his, before he could finish his own spell.

Sebastian’s wand flew out of his hands. You watched him fall down completely defenceless to the floor. He cradled his knees up to his beaten face. Tears steaming down your own cheeks at the sight in front of you. How did it get this far? You just watched him, try to take his own life. You watched in heartbreak as he laid hopelessly in a ball, on the stone, cold floor.

You ran over to him, crumbling down onto your knees, pulling him into an embrace into your chest. Sobbing into his messy brown locks. His own tears soaking up your clothes. You couldn’t place down the emotions you were currently feeling.

“Sebastian…” You whimpered, placing a gentle kiss into his hair. This wasn’t the Sebastian you knew. You wanted the old Sebastian back. “Why? Why would you do this?”

Sebastian just wrapped his arms around you, burying his head deeper into your clothes, endlessly sobbing over and over. He was a stumbling, shaking, crumb of a man in your arms. He was vulnerable. All you could do was hold him, stroking his hair, rubbing circles over his back.

He tried to get up after awhile, he was completely drained. Every part of him, all of his energy, had just given up. “Please, please don’t leave me.” Sebastian whispered, sobbing in between each word. His eyes pleading with yours. He had no effort or energy to argue with you. He needed some reassurance, some hope, some affection, as to why he should continue to exist.

A part of you wanted to push him away, shove him off you, raise your voice at him for thinking that using the killing curse on himself was the only, and best option of a means to escape.

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t be mad at the man in front of you.

“I’m sorry-“ Sebastian said, fists clutched into your robes. “I’m so, so sorry, Y/N.”

“Sebastian, please don’t be sorry. Not right now.”

“I understand that you hate me, I don’t blame you for that, and I understand that you all want nothing to do with me anymore, but please. Please, don’t leave me right now. I beg you.” He looked so disarrayed, so broken, so tired. So distraught.

Sebastian just broke down again. Falling straight back into your arms. He was desperate for any of attention. He had bottled up how he felt for so long. The loneliness had consumed him.

“Sebastian, I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I just hate the path you chose. I couldn’t just forgive you for what you did, none of us could. We’ve all had to live with this as much as you, it’s been hard on all of us. I stuck by your side, through it all. I couldn’t continue to watch you go down this path. I had to distance myself from you. But this? This isn’t the answer.” Sebastian wanted to say something, but you interrupted him before he could speak up.

“Did you really think this was your only option? Did you not stop to think about the people who care about you?”

“No one car-“

“We all care! I care Sebastian!” You raised your voice, tears beginning to rebuild over your face.

“Y/N, I’ve blamed myself everyday for what happened. It was all my fault. I’ve lost everyone, don’t you understand that? What else am I supposed to do? I have nothing. I have no one. My life is worth nothing-“ Sebastian broke down. His sobs were echoing around the room. It was heartbreaking to listen and witness.

“Sebastian, I’m here. I’ve always been here. I’ve watched you everyday, I’ve watched you succumb into what you are now. Your life is worth living. You need to forgive yourself. Give the people around you time to heal. This, this hurts, it hurts so bad. What can I do? What can I do to help you?”

“Please, Sebastian. Let me help you. Please.” You were desperate. Desperate to fix the broken man laying defeated in your arms.

“I should of never set out to hurt any of you. That was never my intention. And I’m sorry that I put you through this pain again. Please, let me do everything in my power to make it up to you. To all of you. Please give me a chance. I just- I just need someone. I-I thought I lost you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-“ Sebastian begged you.

All you could do was hold him tightly in your arms, placing kisses on top of his hair. Reassuring him that in time, it will all get better. You made a promise to him, that you would remain by his side. That you would try your hardest to bring back the old Sebastian. And that was a promise well kept, everyday. Sebastian knew this, knew that you weren’t going to give up on him.

Uhm excuse me, but… Sebastian and Ominis in 7th year 😳🖤

(Source: madijcallaway on Twitter)

I just love this cutie and his freckles

Don’t think I’ll ever stop loving him tbh

Sebastian, stop being so perfect 🖤

god, I just really love him 🖤💚

Sebastian 💚