"Are you aware of the language of flowers, Mr Weasley?" "I'm fluent in honking daffodil, yeah. HOOOOONK. See?" - Garreth gets you flowers, and things go terribly wrong. [Oneshot for a Discord writing event. Shenanigans with minor Garreth/ Reader. Humour and fluff. Companion to my other Garreth-centric fic Stay With Me, but can be read separately; there are no spoilers.]Tous Droits Réservés
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