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eternalremorse · 19 hours ago

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Happy 1 year (and a day) anniversary to this cute Christmas fic I wrote with Garreth and my OC, Oscar ❤️❤️

A Brotherly Christmas

Summary: Garreth Weasley and his older brother, Oscar, have had to spend Christmas at Hogwarts due to their family being away. This is the first time Garreth has ever been away from his family over the festive season, and he is very upset about it. Oscar tries to come up with a plan to help cheer up his little brother.

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: Oscar Weasley is an OC I created and is not canon in the Wizarding World. In this story Garreth is 12-years-old and in his second year and Oscar is 14-years-old and is in his fourth year.

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“See you soon, Garreth!” Leander Prewett called out as he made his way to exit the Gryffindor common room, pulling a suitcase full of clothes and belongings behind him. “Have a good Christmas!”

“Yeah… bye, Lee,” Garreth mumbled, as he wistfully waved his best friend goodbye. He watched Leander walked through the portrait and out of sight. It was Christmas Eve, and most Hogwarts students were leaving to return home for the holidays.

Garreth Weasley and his older brother, Oscar, were only a handful of Gryffindors staying behind. Their parents and other siblings were going on an extended trip abroad to visit family, and since they wouldn’t be home in time for the boys to go back to school, their parents made the collective decision to keep them at Hogwarts. It wasn’t uncommon for some students to stay behind, and several others from different houses were also staying.

Garreth found himself feeling sombre and emotional, as this would be his first Christmas away from home and family. He was already missing them so much!

Ever since Garreth could remember, when he and his siblings arrived home from Hogwarts, they would pick one present each to open, decorate the homemade gingerbread, play games until bedtime, and then finish the evening with a hot cup of cocoa. Christmas was Garreth’s favourite time of year, and he was devastated when he received the owl informing him of staying at the school. He’d been dreading Christmas ever since.

Oscar looked up from a book he was reading and glanced at Garreth. He was sitting in front of the fireplace by himself, biting his quivering bottom lip, and his eyes looked glassy – clearly, he was trying his hardest not to cry! Oscar felt a tug on his heartstrings seeing his brother look this way, as he was usually such a jolly person, especially at this time of year. Sometimes he would get annoyed at how too happy Garreth could be, but deep down, he loved it really.

Oscar gave a sad sigh to himself and placed the book down on the table. He got out of his chair and slowly made his way to his little brother, noticing that a couple of tears had shed to his cheeks. Garreth looked at Oscar coming this way and quickly turned his back to wipe away the evidence.

“Gar, it’s okay to be upset in front of me,” Oscar said delicately as he sat down next to him. He placed a hand on his shoulder. “Will you look at me, brother?”

Garreth sniffled before shaking his head. “No, I don’t want to. I just want to go home. I want mum and dad.”

Garreth’s voice cracked as he began to sob. Oscar gently rubbed his shoulder in aid to comfort him. “I miss them too, Gar. At least you won’t be alone, and we can spend Christmas together-“

“It’s not the same!” Garreth snapped as he quickly turned around to face Oscar. His cheeks were flushed a crimson red and glistened from the fireplace. “I wish our parents never made the stupid decision to go on holiday! Why did they have to go now? They could have gone any other time! And now I have to spend Christmas with you in this old castle.”

Oscar was taken aback by Garreth’s interruption and felt a little hurt at his outburst. He frowned. “Do you really think I want to be here too? I’m sorry I’m not mum and dad! But there’s no need to take it out on me!”

Garreth folded his arms in frustration. They were both silent for a short moment before Oscar stood up. “I’m going out. Don’t wait for me.” He grabbed the nearest broom and swiftly left the common room, not looking back or saying another word more.

Garreth watched him leave. As soon as he was out of sight his bottom lip began to tremble once again, breaking out into another sob. He quickly dashed to his dorm room and dived under his bed covers, letting out all the sadness and frustration he’d been holding in.

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Garreth awoke and realised he must have fallen asleep after crying, he rubbed his eyes and slowly pulled away the duvet from his head. He let his eyes adjust for a moment and peered into the half-empty room that he usually shared with Leander and fellow classmate, Eric Northcott. The room was emptier than usual, not just from the lack of bodies, but the strewn clothes that were often on their beds or furniture were packed away to be taken home.

He sat up and squinted at the grandfather clock opposite his bed, it was just past three o’clock in the afternoon – he had been asleep for a few hours. A groan escaped his throat as he didn’t mean to nap for so long, and he now felt quite lethargic from it. Garreth pulled away the covers and stretched. Even though he was still a bit sleepy, he felt better emotionally. Maybe he could find Oscar and apologise to him. He sat on the edge of the bed and laced up his shoes, grabbed a thick coat, his worn Gryffindor scarf and made his way out of the common room.

As he walked through the double doors that lead to the Bell Tower Courtyard, he looked around eagerly for that familiar head of fiery hair whizzing away on a broom. Oscar was a Chaser in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, but he was training to become a Beater and was planning on trying out for the position in the New Year.

Left and right Garreth looked, squinting to see if Oscar was possibly farther in the distance than the school grounds, but he saw no one, only the odd bird or two that would fly by. He felt rather disheartened and guilty after what had happened earlier, and all he wanted was to apologise and try to spend the remainder of the holidays together as happy as they could be, given the circumstances.

As Garreth entered Central Hall, he realised he could and ask Aunt Matilda if she had seen him anywhere. She was their relative after all and had graciously volunteered to stay behind in the school to help keep an eye on the remaining students (not to mention to try and keep both Oscar and Garreth out of trouble).

Garreth made haste to the Transfiguration classroom and opened the door, he sighed in relief when he spotted his aunt sitting at her desk, scribbling away on some parchment. She looked up as soon as she heard the door creak.

“Garreth! I was planning on checking up on you and the others in the Gryffindor common room before dinner. What can I do for you?”

“Have you seen Oscar in the last few hours at all? He took a broom, so I assumed he went flying, but he’s not outside and he’s not in the common room.”

Matila’s eyebrows furrowed; her mind whirred over the short list of possible places he could be. “I haven’t Garreth, but he could be anywhere, quite frankly.”

Garreth let out an exasperated sigh and Matilda sensed his disappointment. “Is everything alright, dear? You look troubled.”

“Yeah, I guess. Just… please tell Oscar I’m looking for him if you see him.”

Matilda gave Garreth a soft smile and nodded once. “I shall. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

As Garreth made his exist, he trudged his way back through the Transfiguration courtyard, he figured the one thing that could help lift his spirits was practicing brewing a potion or two in Professor Sharp’s classroom. He wasn’t quite sure if he was really allowed to, but what’s the worst that could happen? Well, he could blow it up and set the classroom on fire, but today he was feeling rather sensible, for once.

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It was 5 o’clock, and Christmas dinner was being served in the Great Hall. Only one table was set-up for the students and teachers staying behind. Oscar didn’t show for dinner, and Garreth was growing more worried. Somehow, Aunt Matilda didn’t look concerned, and was eating and chatting as if nothing was wrong.

Garreth didn’t eat a lot of his food, he wasn’t feeling hungry as he usually does from the guilt he was still feeling. As he stood up, Aunt Matilda made haste to his side. “This is for you.”

She handed him a folded piece of parchment. Garreth frowned slightly. “You might want to open it now,” Matilda said with a wink before escorting the students from the Great Hall to the common rooms.

Garreth folded out the note:

Garreth,

Please come down to the kitchen after dinner. I have a surprise for you.

Oscar

A note from Oscar! Garreth felt relieved! He quickly ran out of the hall and down to the kitchen door, but before he could tickle the pear to enter, the door swung open and one of the kitchen elves stood there smiling up at him.

“You must be Garreth! Please come in,” the elf said cheerfully. Garreth followed the elf and could smell something familiar, something that almost… reminded him of home.

As he stepped further into the kitchen, he could see Oscar carefully pulling trays of something out of the oven and carefully placing them down. He looked up and saw Garreth, his face slightly bewildered.

“Garreth… I’m so glad you’re here!”

Garreth nodded slowly, not sure how to react. “You… wanted to see me? What is this?” He gestured his hands to the table that was messy with flour, egg shells and other ingredients.

“Oh, I… I wanted to apologise and make it up to you. For storming out like that earlier. After my broom flight I bumped into Feenky.” Oscar gestured to the kitchen elf next to Garreth that opened the door for him. “And I told her about what had happened between us. She suggested that maybe I could make some gingerbread for us to decorate. Just like how we do every Christmas Eve with mother and father and our siblings.”

Oscar paused for a moment. Garreth felt his eyes get watery again, and a smile began to creep up on his face. He couldn’t believe it! Oscar has never done anything like this before!

“Now, Gar, don’t get all soppy on me,” Oscar chuckled. He then opened out his arms. “Come here, brother.”

Garreth didn’t need telling twice! He immediately ran and almost knocked over Oscar with how hard he jumped into him. They both laughed for a moment whilst in their tight embrace.

“I’m sorry too, Os. It’s not your fault Christmas is different this year.”

Oscar smiled and ruffled Garreth’s hair. “It’s okay. Now will you help me decorate the gingerbread? We can take them up to the common room afterwards and open a present from our stockings. Maybe even squeeze in a game or two of Wizard’s Chess before bed. How does that sound?”

Garreth didn’t let him go as he looked up to his big brother. “That sounds perfect!”

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atypicalamortentia · 11 months ago

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Breeding Kink

Synopsis - The boys and their breeding kinks.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - Characters aged up to 18+!

Word Count - 3.1K.

{Caffeinate Me}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW has major baby fever all of the time and he isn’t afraid to let you know about these feelings either. “Wanna have a baby?” He asks, looking at you with a devilish grin. You look up at him from the book you’re reading with wide eyes, completely taken aback by his comment. When you don’t answer, he asks you again. “Wanna have a baby?”

“Excuse me?” You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Sebastian sits down next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. “Well I’ve been thinking of filling you up until your stomach bulges and you get pregnant with my babies.”

“Sebastian!” A gasp leaves your lips, however you don’t stop him from taking the book out of your hand and placing it on the coffee table in front of you. Sebastian places a hand on your chest and pushes you down onto the sofa so you’re lying down on your back. Without hesitation, he straddles your waist while still grinning at you.

“That’s not an answer,” he sings before capturing your kiss into a passionate kiss. You don’t protest as his lips smash against yours. Instead, you kiss him back eagerly, discarding your clothes and throwing them all over the living room to find later. “I’ll take that as a yes then,” he grins watching as you spread your legs wide for him. Sebastian leaned down to kiss your neck, slipping his cock up your glistening folds to lubricate himself before slamming inside of you in one fell swoop. A moan leaves both of your lips and he slowly begins to move himself inside of you, not giving you time to adjust to his large length. Your hand grips his forearms in an attempt to slow him down, but Sebastian doesn’t give up.

“Sebastian!” You groan loudly as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Cum for me baby,” Sebastian growls in your ear. You can’t help but nod enthusiastically. Your fingers make their way to your clit and rub quick, yet calculated circles on the sensitive nub. Within seconds you were creaming around him, moaning his name on repeat. “Good girl,” Sebastian cooed, kissing your lips softly as he continued to smash his hips against yours. “Now, I’m gonna fill you up until you can’t take anymore okay? Got to get this beautiful stomach full of my babies.” You nod again, moaning loudly as Sebastian’s ruthless assault on your pussy continues until he’s a blubbering mess. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, if that was even possible, and you know that he’s about to explode. With a growl he cums deep inside of you, fucking it into you until he’s too sensitive to continue. “God you feel so good,” he groans, kissing the side of your neck as he pulls out of you with a slight pop/

Sebastian rolls off of you and stares at the ceiling, attempting to catch his breath. After a few moments of silence, you finally speak up, voice soft and shy. “Did you really mean what you said?” Sebastian looks at you, slightly confused. “About me getting pregnant. Did you mean it?”

Sebastian grins at you again. “Yes. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”

“Well then. Maybe we can make it happen.”

OMINIS GAUNT is unsure about his newly found kink, afterall, he only wants to have a baby when you’re both ready. However, recently the thought of filling you up with his cum until you get pregnant hasn’t left his mind. You’re sitting at the dinner table when Ominis says to you, “do you ever want children with me Y/N?”

He takes a mouthful of food as you respond to his question. You don’t even need to think about it before you’re answering. “As long as they’re with you, I wouldn’t care if we had a litter.” You let out a soft giggle at your joke and look at the blonde who’s smiling at you playfully.

“Well, I’ve been thinking lately…” he mumbles slightly. “About getting you pregnant.”

“You have?” You ask, smiling widely at him. Ominis just nods as he pushes his plate to the side, a sign that he was finished eating. You never thought Ominis would want children, and you were okay with that, so to hear this was like a breath of fresh air.

“I keep thinking of running my hands over your body… Feeling your swollen belly in my hands and it just does things to me.”

You raise an eyebrow out of curiosity. “What sort of things?”

He leans in over the table. His milky eyes stare into your soul before he whispers to you, “come and find out.”

You stand up, shaking with anticipation as you walk over to him. When Ominis feels you within arms length, he grabs your wrist and pulls you down onto his lap. A gasp of surprise leaves your lips when you feel his painfully hard erection underneath your bottom and you can’t help but squirm lightly. Ominis sucks in a breath as you squirm against him and he can’t help but thrust his hips up to meet yours. “Ominis,” you whisper softly, moving your hips lightly against him.

You’re unable to say anything else before he commands you, “bedroom. Now.”

You jump off his lap and eagerly grab his hand, leading him to your shared bedroom. You push Ominis onto the bed, taking the position of command like you usually do in the bedroom and kiss him with fever whilst bucking your hips up against his straining erection. You undress each other quickly and without speaking until you’re both completely naked. Ominis’ hands trail over your body, cupping your breasts eagerly. Without warning you sink yourself onto his length and he lets out a loud moan as you slowly inch yourself onto him. Every time you have sex it always feels like the first time: from the burn of the stretch to the way he moans - it was like you’d never touched him before. You let out a breathy moan as you begin your movements, allowing yourself to feel the arousal swell up inside of you as your orgasm was fast approaching. Ominis bucks his hips up to meet yours in a haphazard way and although his rhythm was completely off, he was still able to get you cumming around him in no time. “Please. Please make me a daddy,” he whispers repeatedly as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You nod and moan at the sensation, coaxing his orgasm from him until he’s painting your insides with his seed at an ungodly speed. When you finally manage to pull yourself off of Ominis, he growled lightly. His hands guide your hips back down onto him, signalling to you that he didn’t want you to move just yet.

“We’ll talk more about this later,” you whisper in his ear, kissing his cheek softly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he says suddenly. “I want children. Your children. Let’s just do it.”

You find yourself grinning at him before bending down to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “If you’re sure that’s what you want. Let’s do it.”

GARRETH WEASLEY doesn’t realise he has a breeding kink until the first time he has sex with you. After that, he’s a complete goner. He knows he won't rest until you’re pregnant, that’s for sure. He doesn’t bring it up to you until a few months after your first time. One night he’s between your legs, tongue dancing out of his mouth and lapping at your clit just the way you like it. His fingers are pumping in and out of you, pushing you to your second orgasm of the night when he hits you with the, “wanna stuff you full of my cum until you’re good and pregnant.” Your ears are ringing from the pleasure you’re experiencing and you hardly hear him however, when his words register to you you’re moaning for more. Your legs tense up around his head as you cum all over his face and that has Garreth smirking like you’ve never seen before. “You want that, huh?” He asks as he trails wet kisses up your naked body. “Want me to make you a mummy baby?”

“Yes please,” you choke out, marvelling at how big his cock looked between your thighs. His tip was red, leaking pre-cum as he grasped the base and slid it between your sticky folds. A soft gasp left your lips as Garreth slowly pushed his cock inside of you. In his usual fashion, he gave you a few moments to adjust to his large length before he began pounding into you relentlessly. There was something about the idea of you being pregnant with his baby that turned him on like never before. His hands made their way to your stomach, palming softly as he envisioned you swollen with his DNA.

He kisses your neck, mumbling words of praises to you. “You’ll look so hot pregnant.” You’re unable to form words to reply as your back arches, completely overwhelmed with pleasure. “Everyone will know who you belong to when they see you full of my baby.” And just like that, you’re cumming again. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist as your fingernails rake down his back, no doubt leaving red marks for you to admire later. After a few more seconds of viscous thrusting, Garreth is moaning your name while exclaiming loudly that he was cumming. You feel him fill you to the brim and you let out an exhausted, content sigh as Garreth kisses your forehead lovingly. He looks down into your eyes and smiles. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you breath out softly. “I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah. I’m surprised that you want children with me,” you mumble, staring into his gorgeous eyes.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the love of my life.”

Your eyes fill up with tears as you question him, “I am?”

“Of course you are. I love you Y/N, never forget that.”

LEANDER PREWETT realises he has a breeding kink the second he sees you holding an infant. Your best friend had just had a baby and invited you and Leander around to meet them. Your eyes had widened as you cooed at the tiny human and Leander was gone. When you get home, Leander watches as you sit down while he paces back and forth awkwardly. You raise an eyebrow out of concern and ask him, “what’s wrong love?”

“Listen Y/N… We’ve been together for a long time now,” he starts, and you feel your heart sink at his words. You’re fearing a break-up speech, but you weren’t prepared for what he was about to say. “And I think I might have a breeding kink.”

You blink rapidly at him and ask, “a breeding kink?”

“It means I get turned on by the thought of impregnating you,” he explained.

“I know what a breeding kink is Leander,” you roll your eyes and chuckle at him.

“Then-”

“How long have you known?” You ask softly, standing up and walking towards him.

“Only since today,” he says, holding his arms out to hold you. “Seeing you with the kid… It made me think that we should have one.”

“You’re joking right?” You ask, mumbling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his body. “I swear to Merlin Leander, if you’re joking I will kill you.”

He cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was probably the sweetest and most passionate kiss you had shared with him, ever. “No. No I’m not joking.” His hands trailed down to your breasts, cupping them gently. “I can’t stop thinking about how large your tits would get full of milk. How swollen your stomach would be…”

A moan escaped your throat at his words, arousal settling in your core as you allowed yourself to think about the changes that would occur to your body if you were pregnant. “Leander,” you whimper softly. “Don’t tease me.”

He nodded. “Okay princess.” He grabbed your hand and picked you up bridal style, walking quickly with you to your shared bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and you landed with an ‘oof’ before giggling up at him.

“Leander!” You shriek gently. He didn’t reply though, he just climbed on top of you, pushing you down and kissing you softly before removing your trousers. He looks at you with a hunger in his eyes that you had never seen before.

“God look at you,” he mumbles, taking in the view of your naked body underneath his. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t know if it would be possible, but you’d be more beautiful if you were pregnant.” You didn’t know how to respond to that, as sweet as it was, but you didn’t have a chance to before Leander was taking off his pants. His cock was painfully hard, standing straight to attention. You reach out to touch him but he batted your hand away playfully. “Not tonight baby, I wanna get to the main event.”

You blushed at his words and got on all fours for him - his favourite position. You shake your arse at him teasingly, showing him your dripping cunt. It was shameful how wet he got you and how quick he got you wet too. He lines himself up with your entrance, hands grasping your hips desperately as he pushes into you quickly. You let out a squeal and give him the go ahead to move. When he did, his pace was painfully slow. He wanted this to be loving, wanted to say that when you conceived your child it was slow and sensual. Leander’s movements were calculated, thrusting into you in a way that had you clenching around him. His fingertips prod at your clit, slowly circling it until you were creaming around his cock. It was embarrassing how quick he could make you cum. Your own orgasm had pushed Leander over the edge, the way your cunt clenched around him had his mind in a haze as he shot his load into your womb. He pulled out of you with a heavy breath and lay down next to you, head turning to the side to admire you.

“God Leander,” you whisper breathlessly. “That was something else.”

He laughs at you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to him. “I hope it worked.”

“Only time will tell,” you mumble as you close your eyes. It didn’t take either of you long to fall asleep, completely full of bliss. All you knew is that you’d definitely be having round two in the morning to make sure you got pregnant.

AMIT THAKKAR is really shy about his breeding kink. One night, you’re talking to him about the kinks you have when you decide to ask him about his. He stutters at first, not sure what to say when you giggle and say, “it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want too.”

Amit finds himself fumbling over his words before he responds. “I have a kink about… impregnating you.”

“You do?” You ask with wide eyes. Amit just nods in response, too shy and nervous to say anything. You find yourself thinking for a moment. You had always wanted kids, ever since you were younger. You always played house with your dolls and thought about baby names for your future children. You knew Amit was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, so you thought why not. “Why don’t we give it a try?”

Amit is stunned. He really wasn’t expecting you to be so open about it. “Really?”

You nod. “I think the time is right to start trying for a baby.”

“You mean that?” Amit asks.

“Of course,” you remain smiling at him and that’s when Amit’s confidence grows.

He grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom, anxiously anticipating what was to come. He slowly settles you down onto the bed, pushing you down so you’re laying flat on your back. Amit begins to undress you in a way that was almost teasing, carefully and slowly. You let out a soft moan as his fingers dance over your skin. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice a whisper. You nod your head as you begin to help him out of his own clothes, desperately tugging at them. “Here. I’ll help you,” he smiles, moving his hands away from your body to help you remove the final articles of clothing on his body. When you were both bare to each other, the air in the room was thick with arousal. Both of your eyes never left the other’s body and both of your hands began touching anywhere you could reach. Amit smiles down lovingly at you as he pumps his erect cock, shakily lining himself up with your tight hole. “You ready sweetheart?” He asks, slipping his cock between your folds and teasing your hole with his tip.

“Please!” You gasp, arching your back in an attempt to have his cock slide into you.

Amit nods and pushes himself inside of you, filling you completely to the brim. You let out the loudest moan as he begins to snap his hips against yours. He wanted this moment to last, but the way your cunt was clenching around him made it impossible. His fingers shakily worked at your clit, pushing you to your orgasm. You came over him, squealing in delight as your orgasm washed over you. Amit continues to fuck himself into you, thoughts of your pregnant body filling his mind as his cock hit your cervix again and again. When he came, your name left his lips in a gasp. He had never known himself to cum so much, pouring rope after sticky rope into your cunt. When he finally finished, he collapsed onto you kissing at your neck gently. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled against the soft skin of your neck.

“What for?” You ask breathlessly.

“For cumming so quickly,” he said shamefully.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him and shake your head. Your voice was soft and reassuring. “Amit, it’s okay.”

“I just couldn’t help it,” he groans, lips continuing to skim across your neck. “The thought of impregnating you was too much for me to handle.”

You chuckle again. “I’m glad you found it as enjoyable as I did.”

“I did,” he said breathlessly, pressing his lips to yours softly. “Give me a minute and we can go for round two.”

“Round two?” You ask with a grin.

“Well, we need to have sex at every opportunity if we want to get you pregnant,” he says, explaining it logically to you. You nod your head at him and open your legs again, fingers pushing in some of his cum that had dribbled onto your thigh.

“I’m ready whenever you are.”

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