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I've Got You

Word Count: 486

Percival Valley x Garreth Weasley

Prompt: Ever so light forehead kisses

Prompt submitted by @rypnami

It was hard for Garreth to believe Percival was just sleeping. As Percival laid still in his bed in the Hospital Wing, breathing still occasionally stuttering, all Garreth could think of was how still he’d been when he was gone. He kept glancing up, some piece of him just waiting for Percival’s hair to fade to black again.

Garreth hadn’t been there. He wasn’t sure if he was grateful for it. Garreth hadn’t had to watch Percival die, but it wasn’t like seeing Percy dead hadn’t fucked him up all the same. Worst of all Percival had died, scared, in agony, and completely alone.

But he was breathing now. His eyes were blue now. His hair was purple now. He woke up now.

Garreth had to keep repeating those four things in his mind like a mantra, just to hold himself together. It was the middle of the night but Garreth still sat in a chair next to Percival’s bed. He only left to attend classes, and even then only because he knew Percival’s would want the notes for the classes he missed. He claimed the reason he was there was so Idris could actually be dragged to bed, but he knew it was more. He had to see it for himself that Percival would keep breathing.

He’d heard people say they liked seeing the ones they loved asleep because it was the only time they looked relaxed and peacful. Percival didn’t look like that. He still looked dead. His skin was paler than it had any right to be. There were shadows under his eyes that made a dementor look cheerful. His face was a bit sunken and when open his eyes were hollow, like the life had been sucked from him. Even asleep he looked so exhausted.

Garret wasn’t sure why he did it, but he reached out and carefully brushed aside the violet strands of hair sticking to Percival’s forehead from sweat. Garreth just wished he could take this curse away. Or at least make it so it didn’t destroy him. He wanted to take care of, to make up for not being there. But he didn’t know what he could do.

“I’m sorry,” Garreth whispered, tears gathering in his eyes. “I shouldve been here. I should never have left you alone. But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now, Valley. I’ve got you.”

Again, he wasn’t sure what possessed him but he leaned forward to press the gentlest of kisses to Percival’s forehead. It was an attempt to offer him some sort of comfort, even in his sleep. That was all Garreth could really do. Offer comfort when he could. He couldn’t fix this. He just had to watch.

But if comfort was all he could give then he would give it. Always.

“I’ve got you,” Garreth murmured again. “I’ve got you, Perce.”