#garreth weasley x f!mc

[thenerdykneazle]

Marry You

Summary: Garreth proclaims to anyone and everyone, including you, that he is going to marry you one day – despite the fact that you haven’t even agreed to court him (not that he's asked). Set during 5th year. It was supposed to be a bunch of short drabbles. One of them got out of hand (oops).

Garreth Weasley x Gryffindor F!MC

A/N: I added Garreth to DADA b/c in the game he only has like 2 classes with MC. It’s a crime that they didn’t give him the same schedule as Leander, honestly. You know those idiots would be besties and take all the same classes.

Warnings: none, pure fluff for a change, pining, *slight* Seb bashing if you squint but really he's just his moody self

Word Count: 6330

To Imelda

Garreth was elated when you handed him the fwooper feather. “Brilliant! This is going to take a moment to brew. You should get back to brewing your Edurus Potion, and I’ll tell you when this concoction’s finished.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” you replied before leaving to work on your own potion. Garreth watched you walk away with stars in his eyes.

Imelda came up beside him. “Causing trouble again, Weasley?” she asked.

Garreth jumped at the girl suddenly so close to him. “Just getting started. I think I’ve got a partner in crime now,” he said.

“Oh?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “Dragging that new fifth-year into your schemes, are you?”

He gave her a cheeky smile. “I may be dragging her into my schemes, but I’d let her drag me anywhere,” he said.

Imelda scrunched up her face in disgust at the mushy proclamation. “Ugh! Down boy,” she said. “You’ve only just met the poor girl.”

He sighed dreamily as he watched you work across the room. You seemed to have a knack for potions like he did. “Maybe, but I’m gonna marry her one day,” he said, imaging a future running a shop in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley with you.

Imelda rolled her eyes at the dramatic boy. “Whatever you say, Gryffindor,” she said before walking off.

When his potion sparked out wild fireworks, he caught your eye in the chaos. You looked thoroughly amused, and he couldn’t help but feel that the potion had been a resounding success if it got you to smile that way. He did feel a bit guilty that he had gotten you in hot water with Sharp, but the ex-auror didn’t seem too fussed about things.

To Sebastian

Garreth was enamoured when you knocked Sebastian on his ass. Again. You were all duelling in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Professor Hecat seemed to enjoy seeing the Slytherin knocked down a peg as much as Leander did since she paired you and Sebastian together a second time. Garreth cheered even louder than Leander for you, and you gave the dorky pair a little salute.

Personally, though, Garreth had never had an issue with his fellow freckled classmate. He was friendly, had a good sense of humour, and enjoyed helping other students with their studies – or, at least, he used to before his sister was cursed. They had even teamed up on a prank here and there over the years. So, when Garreth saw the way the brunet looked at you, he had one thought as he smirked to himself: Game on.

You helped Sebastian back to his feet. “Nice job,” he said. “All your extra practice is paying off.”

You shrugged. “I suppose so,” you agreed. “You’ve been improving, as well, though.”

“I’d like a fair fight sometime. Get to use all my tricks,” he said. “Though, I could show you one or two beforehand if you’d like.”

You smiled slightly. “I might be interested,” you replied.

“I’ll be in touch, then,” Sebastian said with a smirk. He brushed himself off as he walked back to Ominis.

You walked back to your fellow Gryffindors. “Godric himself would be proud,” Leander said as Garreth gave you a congratulatory hug.

From across the room, Sebastian eyed the redhead as he embraced you. Garreth caught him watching and sent him a wink and a cheeky grin.

“That was bloody brilliant!” Garreth said as he let go of you.

“Thanks,” you said, beaming at him.

Leander resisted the urge to roll his eyes as his curly-haired friend seemed to dominate your attention and vice versa. He busied himself talking to Andrew. You and Garreth started talking about your recent encounter with a kneazle den out in the forest, barely noticing your friend’s absence. Soon, though, Professor Hecat stole you away to talk about an extra assignment.

Garreth took the opportunity to saunter over to the Slytherins. “You put up a good fight,” he said to Sebastian.

“Thanks,” he replied before cutting to the chase. “So, you and MC seem pretty cozy.” Sebastian had always been the jealous type.

“I should hope so,” Garreth replied. “I am going to marry her, after all.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at that. Weasleys were a known pure-blood family, but most of them weren’t those kinds of pure-bloods that had their children pledged to suitors from a young age.

Ominis gave the Gryffindor a pitying expression, though Garreth didn’t notice as Sebastian spoke up at the same time. “Didn’t realize your family was into that sort of thing. Arranged betrothals and whatnot,” he said.

“Oh, no, we’ll marry for love,” Garreth said confidently.

“Wait, so are you even engaged?” Ominis asked.

Garreth laughed. “No, of course not! We’re fifteen,” he replied. “Well, I’ll be sixteen next month.”

“So, are you courting?” Sebastian asked.

“Not yet,” Garreth said simply.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the ginger. “So, what you’re saying is, you have no actual claim to her,” he said.

Garreth shrugged, looking unbothered. “I may not have any official title yet, but I wanted to give you fair warning not to fall too hard for her.”

Sebastian laughed. “Yeah, thanks, mate,” he said sarcastically. “What makes you so certain she’d choose you, anyway?”

Garreth smirked at him. “I just am.”

He let that be his final word, as he saw you walking away from Professor Hecat. Sebastian just gaped at the overconfident boy as he left. “Gryffindors,” he grumbled.

“You do realize that includes MC,” Ominis pointed out.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut it.”

To Leander

Garreth overheard you telling Professor Shah that you didn’t have a telescope. He was disappointed when she paired you with Amit before he could offer. He felt a pang of jealousy when Amit offered his old telescope to you. He tried to refocus on the stargazing he was supposed to be doing. Leander was struggling to find Sirius. He helped his best friend before they hurried downstairs, seeking the warmth of the castle.

On the way down, he overheard Amit asking you to go out to an astronomy table with him. The small pang of jealousy he felt earlier bloomed into anguish. Was Amit really trying to earn your affections? He expected to have to compete with Sallow, but he felt bad at the idea of stealing you away from the good-natured Ravenclaw. Not bad enough to back off, of course, but still.

He and Leander walked all the way back to the Gryffindor common room. Garreth flopped into an armchair with a huff.

Leander raised an eyebrow at him. “What’s got you so worked up?” he asked.

“Amit’s trying to flirt with my future wife,” Garreth grumbled.

“Oh, not this again,” Leander muttered to himself.

“Yes, this again,” Garreth replied firmly. “I’m serious, Lee. She’s the one.”

Leander just shook his head in amusement. “Yes, you’ve made that very clear,” he said. “And why is it you think Amit is trying to steal her affections?”

“You didn’t hear him?” Garreth practically yelled. He jumped to his feet and started pacing. “First, he was all, ‘Oh, let me adjust the telescope for you.’ Then he just gave her his old telescope. And then, he invited her out exploring the grounds to go find an astronomy table.”

“He might as well have proposed right then,” Leander replied nonchalantly, still reclining lazily on the couch and biting back a smirk.

“I know! I–” Garreth started, but he paused, spinning around to face Leander. He glared at the taller boy. “You’re mocking me.”

Leander let the smile break onto his face. “A bit,” he admitted. “Gar, Amit is just friendly. He’d give an Ashwinder the shirt off his back if they said they were cold. You’re reading too much into it.”

“Am I?” Garreth asked seriously, putting a hand on his hip as he eyed his friend.

“Yes,” Leander replied equally seriously. “And, with all due respect to your undying love, you barely know MC. What if you’re not compatible? What if she wants to move to Peru or something when she graduates? What if she doesn’t want kids?”

Garreth shrugged. “I don’t need kids,” he said.

Leander rolled his eyes. “Have you met your family?” he asked. “And you practically knocked me into the Black Lake jumping into my arms when you got the owl saying your brother and his wife are having a baby.”

Garreth blushed at the memory. “Okay, but they’re out snuggling up in the cold to go look at the stars,” he whined.

“Your brother and his pregnant wife?” Leander asked.

Garreth let out a frustrated groan. “No, MC and Amit! Keep up, Lee! There’s no chance he’s not trying to woo her in such a romantic setting. They’ll probably be out all night, knowing MC. They’ll cozy up as they watch the sunrise and kiss just as the sun peaks out over the horizon.”

“Ah, you’re back to the whole Amit thing,” Leander observed.

“He’s probably got his arms around her right now to ‘help’ her focus the telescope,” Garreth said. “Maybe I should go out there and–”

Garreth fell silent at the sound of the portrait creaking open. He was glad he did when he saw you stepping into the common room. “You’re home early!” he said. He had meant to say it in a cool, casual tone but ended up shouting it in excitement, instead.

“Am I?” you asked, giving him a confused look. “I didn’t know I had an appointment.”

“Well, I just heard Amit invite you out stargazing and figured you’d be gone a while,” Garreth blurted out. Leander smacked a hand over his face as he shook his head at his moronic friend.

“Oh,” you said. You shrugged. “The table was just on the castle wall. It didn’t take long to find.”

“Do you want kids?” Garreth asked, stunning both you and Leander.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Right now?” you asked. “Because I’ll have to pass, thanks.”

Garreth’s face flamed with embarrassment. “Merlin, no, that’s not what I…Not now, just…in the future. Possibly. I mean, do you like kids?” he corrected.

“Oh. Yeah, one day. I love kids,” you replied.

“Great!” he said before he could stop himself. “Because, um, my brother is having a baby soon, and I’ll have to do a lot of babysitting. I might need a hand, and Lee here is useless with kids, so…”

Leander glared at him, and Garreth just gave him an apologetic smile.

“That sounds fun!” you replied.

Garreth’s eyes lit up. “Brilliant! I’ll reach out if I need assistance, then,” he said with a dopey grin.

“Sounds good,” you said as you made your way toward the stairs up to the girls’ dormitories. “Good night, you two.”

They both wished you a good night. Once your back was turned, Garreth smiled wildly at Leander and mouthed ‘I told you’ rather aggressively at him. Leander just rolled his eyes.

To Poppy

Garreth sprinted down the corridors to reach the faculty tower. He took the stairs up it three at a time, grabbing the handrail to whip sharply around the landings. His legs were on fire by the time he reached the infirmary. He was too out of breath to form a proper sentence when he’d met Nurse Blainey at the entrance.

“Where…How…MC?” he managed between pants as his lungs heaved to get the oxygen his body so desperately needed.

“She’s okay, so just take a moment–” she said, holding up her hands to try to get the boy to pause and catch his breath.

“I need to see her. Please,” he urged.

He looked as if he might burst into tears at any moment, and the mediwitch took pity on the boy. She led him to your bedside. “She’s stable but hasn’t woken up yet. I gave her a sedative so I could change the dressing over a rather painful wound on her leg. It should heal completely in time, though,” she explained as she walked him over.

She held the curtain around your bed back, so Garreth could step inside of it. He gasped when he saw the cuts and bruises on your face and arms. The rest of you was hidden under the blanket, and he could only imagine how much worse it got. Poppy was sitting in a chair on the far side of the bed. Garreth sat down opposite her, pulling the chair closer to the bed while turning it around so he could face the head of the it. He held your hand gently in both of his.

You were a force to be reckoned with, but right now you looked so…fragile.

“What happened?” he rasped, looking over to Poppy.

“We…It happened so fast,” she said, head bowed in shame. “We were fighting a camp of poachers, and a manticore sprang out of their tent. It had a collar of goblin metal they used to control it. It attached her, scratching her, and biting her leg.” She dropped her face into her hands. “Merlin, her scream.” Poppy winced at the memory.

“A manticore?” Garreth repeated in disbelief. “Godric’s heart, I’m glad it didn’t sting her!”

“It almost did, but I cast depulso and knocked it off of her,” she said. “I just wish I’d reacted sooner.”

“Hey,” Garreth said gently as he held a hand out to her across the bed. She sheepishly took it as she finally raised her eyes to look at him. “You saved her life. I can’t thank you enough for that.” He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and smiled gently at her.

“O-oh. Are you two…? I mean, I didn’t realize you were more than friends,” she said, pulling her hand out of his grasp and linking it with the other one in her lap. She trained her gaze on her hands rather than the boy sat across from her.

“We’re not. Not yet, anyway,” Garreth said as he looked at you with a fond smile on his face. He turned back to Poppy with a devilish grin. “Make no mistake, though, I’m gonna make her my wife one day.”

“Wow. That’s, um, wonderful,” she said, giving him a pained smile.

Garreth chuckled. “I know everyone thinks I’m crazy for saying it, but I really do believe it. She’s captured my heart and soul, this one,” he said.

“She’s a lucky girl,” Poppy said sincerely.

“I hope so,” Garreth replied with a grateful smile. He looked back at you. “I know she hasn’t been here very long, but I don’t know what I’d do if I ever really lost her. I’d have to find a new supplier for all my potion ingredients and everything!” He spoke sincerely until the last sentence.

You let out a groan as you rubbed your head with the hand Garreth wasn’t holding. “I think I’m gonna have to close shop for a week or two,” you croaked out.

Garreth chuckled. “All the cute things I said, and you wake up for that part?” he teased.

You gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Gar,” you said. “I’ll try to time it better next time.”

The sincerity in your voice nearly broke his heart. He reached a hand up to stroke your cheek. “Hey, no, I was just joking,” he said sweetly. “But there better not be a ‘next time,’ and I’m very serious about that. No more close calls like this.”

You nodded your head slowly. Your eyes were half closed. “That sounds good to me,” you said.

He managed a small smile. He’d been a nervous wreck when he heard you were in the infirmary with serious injuries. It was a relief just to talk to you. “Get some rest now, okay? We’ll be here,” he said.

“M’kay,” you agreed with a soft sigh. Your eyes were already closing again, heavy with exhaustion.

Garreth stroked the back of your hand as he carefully watched the bruises on your face fade. It was slow – barely noticeable as it happened – but after a few hours the dark, angry purple marks had shrunk with the remaining areas turned faded hues of yellow and green. He delicately brushed the hair back from your face. Your cuts were now thin lines of new flesh, pink and tender-looking. Garreth traced some of the lines on your arm carefully with his left index finger. His right hand continued to hold yours.

Curfew came before you roused again. Nurse Blainey came to dismiss the students still by your bedside. Poppy stood to leave, but Garreth requested to stay.

“I assure your she’s in capable hands, Mr. Weasley,” the mediwitch said. “I’m afraid visiting hours are over for today. You may come back when they begin tomorrow. After breakfast.”

He had skipped dinner, though he didn’t know how Nurse Blainey had known. The meal had just begun when he got the news of your injury.

Garreth trudged out alongside Poppy. “I’m glad she has someone who cares so deeply for her,” the mousy girl said as they left the hospital wing. “She’s my best friend – and only friend, really – and I want her to be happy.”

Garreth nodded with a pensive look on his face. “Thank you, Poppy,” he said. “I’m glad she’s got you to watch her back out there.”

She gave him a tight smile and a nod. She still felt responsible.

They parted once they left the faculty tower, heading to their separate common rooms. Garreth had a fitful night sleep before getting out of bed before the sun was up. He ate a rushed breakfast before returning to the hospital wing. You were sat up in the bed, eating your own breakfast from a tray set over your lap. You smiled when you saw him approaching.

“If it isn’t my favourite customer,” you said with a smirk.

Garreth rolled his eyes playfully. “How is it that was the only thing you got from my visit yesterday?” he asked.

You chuckled. “I was heavily medicated,” you replied with a shrug. You shifted to sit toward the left side of the bed, grimacing as you pulled your right leg over.

Garreth lunged forward to help when he saw your pained expression, but it was gone in an instant. You patted the newly open spot on the bed next to you. He carefully sat down, keeping an eye on your leg so he didn’t bump it.

“So, what else did you say when you came to visit?” you asked. “I have it on good authority it was quite cute.”

Garreth’s cheeks flushed. “Just, um, that I was very relieved you were okay and wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Yes, well, it would put a damper on our marriage if I was dead before it began,” you joked.

Garreth just gave you a shy smile.

You had known for a while how Garreth liked to tell people he was going to marry you one day. You thought it was funny and would join in on the joke from time to time. You took it as a compliment. He usually tied it to some praise of your skill, whether in combat, on a broom, or brewing potions. He had a flare for the dramatic, so you didn’t read too much into it. You’d heard him tell Leander he could kiss him when the taller boy had bought him a set of rare potion ingredients for his birthday.

Garreth was warm and affectionate, but he didn’t show signs that there was real weight to his jests. There were no intense stares or lingering touches like there were with a certain Slytherin. He was affectionate with you but not in an intimate way. He would give big bear hugs and would sometimes grab your wrist to drag you somewhere exciting. However, he never rested his hand on your lower back as he led you somewhere nor held your hand. Well, last night was an exception. You were fairly certain that when you had awoken last night, he had been holding your right hand, while Poppy had held your left.

Poppy. You two had become fast friends. She was the reason you wouldn’t entertain his affections even if you had thought them genuine. She had quite the crush on the kind-hearted ginger. She’d fallen for him shortly after you introduced them. She gushed about him constantly. You could never hurt her like it would if you started courting Garreth. She would be devastated.

“How are you feeling?” Garreth asked. His brow was furrowed with worry.

“As well as can be expected. The bastard took a nice chunk out of my calf,” you explained. “Human face but wicked sharp teeth, apparently.”

He looked at you with sad eyes. “Nurse Blainey said you’d recover fully. It that still true?”

You nodded. “Far as I know.”

“Good.” He bit his cheek as his hands fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. He put on a brave face before looking back at you. “And until you’re 100%, I’ll be by your side. Whatever you need.”

You couldn’t help but smile. He really was the sweetest boy you’d ever met. “I think I’ll be more than taken care of between you and Poppy,” you said fondly. “Speaking of, it’s cute that you two stayed with me together last night.”

Garreth gave you a puzzled look. “Cute?” he asked.

You gave a noncommittal shrug and forced your smile to broaden into a playful grin. “Yeah, I mean, I think it’s sweet. You two are just cute together.”

Garreth was really baffled now. Together? he thought. He and Poppy had hardly been ‘together.’ They sat on opposite sides of your bed, tending to you. Did you think he fancied Poppy? He was confused how you could. He thought he’d been rather obvious in his affections for you, while always trying to be respectful.

“Oh,” was all he managed to say.

You couldn’t tell if he didn’t like Poppy back or was just being shy about his feelings. So, you decided to probe a bit. “Have you ever thought about asking her out?” you said, attempting nonchalance.

“Erm, no. I can’t say I have,” he replied honestly. He swallowed a lump in his throat. He didn’t claim to know much about girls, but he was fairly certain they didn’t try to set up boys they fancied with their friends. “Do you…think I should?”

You blinked rapidly. You didn’t know what you thought. He and Poppy seemed a good fit. They were both so bubbly. You couldn’t imagine they’d be anything but happy together. But the imagine made you curiously sombre. “Well…” you started, unsure how you would finish the sentence.

Nurse Blainey pulled back the curtain. She scowled at Garreth sitting in your bed.

“Mr. Weasley,” she said sternly. “If you could step out, I need to examine my patient.”

He quickly did as told. Blainey changed your bandages on your leg, and he could tell two things from the stifled noises you made. The first was that you were in more pain than you let on. The second was that you were trying to hide it for his sake. That was only further confirmed when Blainey let him back in. You were smiling wide, but your knuckles blanched with how hard you were gripping the sheets.

“Has she had anything for pain today?” Garreth asked the mediwitch timidly.

“No, she’s refused the pain potion since she woke up,” Nurse Blainey replied.

He shot you a stern look. “She’s obviously in pain.”

She arched a brow at him. “She’s perfectly capable of requesting the potion herself.”

“I don’t like the potion. It makes me feel foggy,” you told him.

“So?” Garreth asked, a bit irritated by your stubbornness. “You’re recovering. And it’s Sunday. You should be resting, anyway.”

He looked to Blainey for support. “Are you in pain, dear?” she asked you kindly.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you replied genially, though you gave Garreth a hard glare.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “If you grit your teeth any harder, you’ll shatter them,” he argued. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“I don’t want to sleep all day. I’d rather be able to hang out with you,” you said.

“Well, I don’t want to see you suffer!” he shot back, his voice cracking. He winced at his own volume.

“Mr. Weasley!” Nurse Blainey hissed. “I will not tolerate you yelling at my patient.”

“I’m sorry,” he said earnestly. He sank into the chair beside you, not wanting to draw further ire from Blainey by getting back in your bed. “Please, MC. I don’t like seeing you in pain. I’ll read to you or something while you rest.”

“You wouldn’t be bored?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes as a slight smirk came to his lips. “With you around? Never,” he replied.

“Could I maybe just do a half dose?” you said to Nurse Blainey. “My leg is starting to ache pretty badly.”

Garreth resisted the urge to insist you take a full dose. It was a start, at least.

The mediwitch nodded and fetched the potion.

“Thank you,” he murmured after you downed the liquid.

“Thank you,” you replied. “I should’ve taken it sooner. I was…being stubborn.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, you have a habit of that,” he teased.

You gave him a playful glare.

The sounds of hurried footsteps announced the arrival of a certain two Slytherins. “MC!” Sebastian said. “I just heard what happened. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” you assured him. “Blainey said I should make a full recovery.”

Garreth saw you wince as Sebastian wrapped you in a big hug. “Be careful!” the Gryffindor hissed.

Sebastian ignored him. He held your face in both of his hands when he pulled back. For a brief, terrifying moment, Garreth thought the Slytherin was about to kiss you. “No more taking on poachers alone,” the brunette ordered.

“I wasn’t alone,” you argued.

Sebastian side-eyed Garreth before looking back at you. “You still didn’t have proper help. You need to tell me when you’re going to do something dangerous,” he said, still holding your face. “Promise me.”

“Poppy is proper help,” you said defensively. “We’ve been fine every other time. Fought dozens of poachers. The manticore just caught us by surprise. I don’t need you to babysit me, Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s hands dropped to his sides. “You were with Poppy?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Well, I can still help keep you safe. Obviously these poachers are getting more dangerous animals,” he said. “Let me help you.”

“You can’t come running off with us every time. You’ve got Anne to think about. You should stay focused on helping her,” you argued.

Sebastian tensed. “Then stay and help me,” he asked.

You chewed your lip “I…I can’t just stop. Anne’s got you, but no one is stopping these poachers. Poppy and I are the only ones saving those creatures.”

Sebastian’s jaw clenched. “So, you care more about those beasts than Anne?” he growled.

“That’s not what I’m saying!” you insisted.

Sebastian scowled. “That seems like it’s exactly what you’re saying.” Without another word, he stormed out of the hospital wing.

“Sebastian!” Ominis called after him. He sighed when his friend didn’t stop. He rested a hand on your shoulder. “Feel better, MC.”

Ominis pressed a kiss to the top of your head before leaving, as well.

Garreth was seething until he saw the tears slipping down your cheeks and grief gripped him. “Hey,” he said gently, sliding into the bed next to you. He wrapped his arms around you in a gentle embrace. “He’s being an idiot. He’s probably just scared. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.”

You shook your head. “No, he did. He’s always getting upset with us about not doing more for Anne.” You sighed. “I mean, we’ve tried. I just…I don’t know what else to do.”

Garreth was shocked at the treatment from your supposed friend. He had half a mind to track the Slytherin down and try to shake some sense into him. But he knew it was better to stay with you, so he did. You leaned into him as the potion’s effects took hold and the drowsiness set in.

Garreth stayed with you the whole day. Poppy came by later that morning. Leander brought him lunch and a book to read to you. Natty and the other Gryffindors came to visit you in the afternoon. Even Imelda stopped by before dinner. Sebastian came back and apologized late in the evening. He seemed less than pleased to see Garreth cuddled up to you, but he didn’t comment on it.

Garreth helped rush visits along when you would start to get tired and drift off. Blainey was in and out of the curtained-off space throughout the day. She kicked Garreth out when she needed to do dressing changes. She didn’t say anything about Garreth sitting with you in your bed, though. Nor did she kick him out when you both fell asleep to him reading the book Leander had brought.

Blainey released you the next day. Garreth thought it was too soon, but you were eager to get out. He convinced the teachers to let him follow your schedule so he could carry your things for you.

“I could’ve levitated them,” you said.

“You shouldn’t exert your magic, either,” he argued. “Besides, I told you I’d be by your side until you’re all better.”

You blushed at the thought. You had always hoped to find a way to spend more time with him. This wasn’t exactly how you would have chosen to go about it, but you would take it.

To You

The manticore incident had brought you and Garreth closer than ever. Shortly after, Poppy told you she no longer had a crush on the outgoing Gryffindor. No longer holding yourself back, your own feelings for him bloomed. Frustratingly, you felt that you constantly got mixed signals from him. He still had a running joke where he would assert to others that he would marry you one day. However, he never asked you out. Though, on rare occasions, he did hold your hand – grabbing it to drag you off to see his newest brew or to comfort you when you were upset.

Unbeknownst to you, Garreth’s own feelings had grown similarly. He was head over heels for you. But he was scared. The stronger his feelings became, the more terrified he felt that you wouldn’t return them. Leander had to practically shake sense into him that he had better ask you out before someone else did. The taller boy even threatened to ask you out himself if Garreth didn’t soon. The threat almost started a brawl between the best friends until Leander explained that he wasn’t actually interested in you – just trying to motivate Garreth to get his head out of his arse.

So, Garreth came up with a plan. He went to Honeydukes on the next Hogsmeade trip, buying all your favourite sweets. He even added a bottle of his newly-perfected Fizzing Whizzbeer that you’d raved about after trying. He arranged it all in a decorative box and tied a nice ribbon around it.

He brought it to you at dinner. He hadn’t even sat down when he handed it over.

“Thank you,” you said, surprised and a bit confused as you took the present. You were elated, if a bit puzzled, when you saw the contents. “What’s all this for?”

Garreth cleared his throat. “Well, everyone knows we’re going to be married one day. And, mark my words, we will be,” he started. You rolled your eyes at his theatrics but couldn’t help smiling. Everyone else just nodded along, having heard his proclamation many times. Natty was the only one who looked shocked by the news.

“They are betrothed?” she whispered to Leander.

He rolled his eyes. “No, but it’s a long story,” he replied.

She just shrugged.

“So, I figured it was about time I started the formal process. I’d like to court you, MC, if you’ll have me,” Garreth said. He looked exceptionally nervous.

You set the box down on the bench before springing to your feet. You threw your arms around Garreth’s neck. “Of course!” you said.

“Really?” Garreth asked, dumbstruck.

“Definitely!” you assured him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up as he spun around. “Brilliant! Will you go to dinner with me this Saturday?”

You beamed at him as your feet returned to solid ground. “That sounds lovely.”

Natty gave Leander a confused look. “I thought they started courting months ago,” she said.

“Yeah, you would think, wouldn’t you?” he replied with a chuckle.

To Your Dad

Garreth shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously. He checked his hair in the glass of the tavern window for the eight time. It wasn’t the first time he was meeting your father. They first met three years ago when Garreth visited you over the summer between fifth and sixth years. When the door to the establishment opened and he spotted the familiar broad shoulders and greying hair, Garreth immediately stood up.

“Garreth, my boy, good to see you,” your father greeted genially.

Garreth shook his hand. “You, as well, sir,” he said. “I’m glad you were able to meet today.”

“So, what brings you out to my neck of the woods?” your father asked as he took his seat.

Garreth could feel the heat rising in his collar, and your dad had to hold back a smile. He had strong suspicions on why the young man had reached out.

“Well, sir, I wanted to discuss some things with you about the future,” he said. “Of course, I asked you to join me for dinner. I don’t want to get too bogged down in the details on empty stomachs.”

“Oh, nonsense,” your father replied, waving him off. “Let’s hear these plans.”

“Right,” Garreth said, a bit shellshocked. “Well, sir, I’ve just finished my apprenticeship with J. Pippin. I took a job with a potioneering company in London, where I intend to stay until I’ve saved enough to start my own shop. I’ve just purchased a home in Marylebone, where I hope to settle down, you see.”

“London’s a far way from Plymouth,” your father interjected gravely, unable to help himself.

Garreth swallowed thickly. “It is,” he agreed. “Though, it’s within floo range.”

“Quite right,” your dad agreed with a slight smile. “Sorry to interrupt, lad. You were saying about settling down.”

“Your daughter and I have been discussing our plans. We’d quite like to settle down together. That is to say, we intend to marry–”

“Do you, now?” you father interjected again. His brow was arched.

Garreth nodded, steeling his nerves. “I haven’t proposed yet, of course,” he continued, and your father visibly relaxed. “But, like I said, we’ve discussed it, and I feel quite certain she would say yes. I wanted to meet today to ask for your blessing.”

Your father smiled. “Yes, I thought that might be the case,” he said. “My daughter, my only child, is quite an exceptional young woman, as you’re aware.”

“I am,” Garreth agreed as worry began to set in.

“Not just for her rare magic. She has many talents. And she’s quite driven.” He levelled Garreth with a rather frighteningly intense gaze. “I have very high standards for the man with whom she endeavours to spend her life.”

“Of course, sir,” Garreth said, trying not to feel crestfallen.

“I dare say she’ll need a man of equal ambition to keep up with her,” he said. “Though, he must still put his family first. I would never condemn her to a marriage with someone less than madly in love with her. And, indeed, I would do everything I could to prevent such an unfit union. I assure you, I am not an adversary to be taken lightly.”

Garreth had prepared himself for the possibility that your father would not give his blessing, but he had not foreseen him actively trying to prevent your marriage.

“I don’t think any man fully capable of deserving my daughter, though I am aware that I am biased on the matter,” your dad continued without giving Garreth a chance to speak. “However, I don’t think I could have hand-picked a better partner for her than she has chosen for herself.”

“I’m sure I can’t fault you for feeling that way, sir. I–” Garreth broke off as the meaning of the sternly spoken words sunk in. He gaped at your father briefly before collecting himself.

A grin broke out on the older man’s face. “I’d be honoured to have you in the family, son.”

Garreth stood, shaking your father’s hand again. He pulled his future son-in-law into a hug. “Thank you, sir. I know it’ll mean a lot to MC to have your blessing,” Garreth said.

Your dad clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Well, it means a lot to me that you care for her so deeply,” he replied. “You’re a good man, Garreth. Even if you were a bit of a scamp at school.” He winked.

Garreth’s cheeks flushed. “Yes, well, I’ve come to have a certain respect for the rules these days.”

Your dad chuckled. “That’s good to hear,” he said. “I got into my fair share of trouble at Hogwarts back in my day. And I know my daughter took after me.”

Garreth laughed. “She certainly has an adventurous spirit.”

Your dad shared some stories about the hijinks he’d gotten up to in school as they shared a meal. Garreth was glad he’d gotten the asking done before eating, as his stomach settled considerably. He couldn’t wait to tell you that your dad gave his blessing. More than that, he couldn’t wait to propose. But, most of all, he couldn’t wait to finally make you his wife like he swore he would years ago.

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[blueraineshadows]

Mechanic!Garreth Weasley

Weasley Wednesday just got greasy and dirty

This week's Garreth's Groupies Discord Prompt is: Alternative Universe

Mechanic!Garreth x F!MC 🔥 NSFW 🔞

Long fic under the cut ❤️

With the last box loaded into the back of her little van, MC checked her clipboard one last time before giving a wave to Ben in stores. "I'll catch you in a bit, Ben," she said. "Thanks for helping me load up."

"No worries, MC," he said. "And don't let them give you any crap today, okay?"

MC grinned and waved her hand in dismissal. "Ah thanks, but I'm tougher than I look. I'll be fine."

Climbing into the driver's seat, she checked her delivery round list and entered the first address into her SatNav. Sunglasses on, radio turned up, MC put the van into gear and set off.

It was summer, the sky a gorgeous blue with little puffs of cloud drifting lazily by. MC sang along to the radio, thinking about Ben's concerns, but MC could handle the banter. She had been delivering to the local motor garages for about 6 months now and learned to let the comments from the techs bounce off her skin. Their cheeky remarks about her bending over to pick things up, asking if her uniform came in a lower or tighter fit, were just lads getting through their working day. She wasn't against a bit of flirting, and most of the time, that's all it was.

MC laughed it off or quipped back with a little comment of her own. Most of them were harmless, and the odd creep was easily handled with a firm look and a few choice words. Her Dad hadn't raised a fool. Working in the trade himself, she was well used to being around a working garage, having spent her Saturday mornings helping her Dad as a kid.

Her first drop went without a hitch, and then she was back in the van checking her clipboard for the next drop. A small smile curved her lips. She recognised the address and didn't need the SatNav. Weasley's Motors was a regular client and she definitely didn't mind if he wanted to flirt with her, that was for sure.

Nestled out of town down a country road, Weasley's Motors was a garage that worked out of an old lock up on a farm. Her van made the turn into the driveway, bouncing along the potholes in the gravel track until she pulled up outside the entrance. MC turned off the ignition, and the quiet surroundings were pierced by the sound of a heavy-duty tool from inside the workshop, the distant sound of a radio playing the only other noise.

She climbed out with her clipboard, lifting her sunglasses on top of her head as she peered into the gloom of the workshop. There was no sign of the owner, Garreth, but his work mate, Ryan, was bent over an engine, his overalls pulled down and tied at his waist. He stood and turned to look at her, a slimy grin spreading across his face.

"Here she is," he said. He grabbed a rag and wiped at his filthy hands, wandering towards her. "What you got for us today then, love?"

MC moved to the rear of the van, opening the doors and checking the deliveries in the back. If it was just Ryan, then she wanted to get this over with. He was one of those that bordered on creep territory.

"Service parts and brakes, I think," she said. She spotted the service parts order in a bag and grabbed it, checking the invoice. She patted a cardboard box marked heavy. "Would you mind grabbing the brake discs for me?"

Ryan gave her a slow look up and down as he approached the back of the van, and MC pretended not to notice. He bent to pick up the brake discs, the smooth toned muscle of his arms flexing at the weight of them. "Anything for you, love," he said.

MC flashed a polite smile and carried the bag towards the workshop, Ryan following close behind. She glanced around. "Is Garreth about? I need a signature, and I've got some old invoices that need checking."

Ryan nodded as he put the brake discs down on his tool trolley. "Garreth!" He yelled. Ryan moved towards the back, waving for MC to follow as he disappeared through a door. His voice carried out to her. "That bird with the nice arse is here from AutoParts."

MC rolled her eyes, hanging back in the workshop in case Garreth wasn't actually in there. She did not want to be alone in the back room with Ryan, and she clutched her clipboard a little tighter, fantasising about whacking it around Ryan's head.

Ryan appeared, grin still in place. "He's just coming, love."

MC tensed as he passed her, his eyes roving over her as he went back to work on his car. He was one of the creeps that she would rather avoid, and it was a shame because Garreth was lovely.

MC let some of her tension go as Garreth appeared in the doorway, his wavy red hair tumbling across his forehead, his smile wide as he saw her waiting for him. He had gorgeous green eyes and a smattering of freckles over his face. Today he was wearing dark grey overalls, pulled down and tied at his waist as Ryan's were, revealing a black, sleeveless top that showed off toned arms covered in tattoos.

MC felt her cheeks warming up as she tried not to oogle him. To do so would make her no better than Ryan, but it was hard not to. Garreth was bloody gorgeous and she gave him a shy smile, feeling like a frump in her steel toe caps, jeans, and checked shirt. Over her shirt, she was wearing her work high-vis vest, and her hair was thrown up in a messy bun. It was not her best look, but it was only work after all. Right now, though, she was wishing she had made more of an effort this morning when she crawled out of bed.

"Hey, how's it going?" Garreth said. He was always cheerful, his smile welcoming and you couldn't help but smile back.

"Not bad," MC said. She held up her clipboard. "I've got some paperwork that needs signing and some invoices to double check."

"No problem. Do you want to come through to the office?" Garreth pointed his thumb back through the door, and this time MC nodded, more than willing to follow him.

As she followed Garreth through the doorway, Ryan shouted across the workshop. "Get her number this time!"

Garreth huffed a laugh and shook his head. He gave MC a sheepish look. "Sorry about him, he can be a bit of a knob."

MC laughed. "I noticed."

The office was tiny, the desk a chaotic jumble of paperwork, dirty tea mugs, and random tools. The wall was covered in planners, posters of cars, notices, and a calendar of topless models hung from a rusty nail. Garreth filled the space and MC hovered near the door, clutching her clipboard a little nervously.

Garreth grabbed a box of donuts from the desk and held it out to her. "Would you like one?"

MC eyed the sugar-coated delights, but the black finger marks around the box made her nose wrinkle. "I'm all good, cheers."

Garreth shrugged and dropped the box back down before rubbing his hands together, his grin playful. "Come on, then. Where do I need to sign my life away?"

MC held out her clipboard and pointed to the box where he needed to sign. Garreth grabbed a pen from the pot on his desk and leaned in to sign his name, his hair falling across his forehead, while she held the clipboard for him. He was left-handed, and his arm brushed against her hand as he signed. His skin was warm, the hairs tickled against the backs of her fingers, and she almost shivered. His male scent surrounded her, the clean aroma of his shower gel and his aftershave mingled with the underlying tang of oil and grease.

His eyes lifted to hers, and she stared at him, a nervous smile lifting the corners of her mouth. The soft green of his eyes was just so lovely, framed with thick copper lashes, and they sparkled with a hidden mischievousness and warmth. Being this close to him had her heart pounding and she wondered if he could tell.

"Thanks," she murmured. She mentally shook herself, reminding herself that she was supposed to be working here, and lifted the signing sheet to pull out the invoice file. "Erm, this is for you. Outstanding invoices. My supervisor wanted me to get you to check them and give the office a call."

Garreth took the paper, leaning his hips back against the desk as he quickly checked it. He nodded and grabbed up a small box from the desk, pulling out a handful of business cards. "Before I forget, would you mind putting some of these on your shop counter? I've just had them made up and I thought I would be cheeky and ask."

MC took the cards, her fingers brushing against his as she did so, the contact adding to the gentle swirl of heat building inside of her. She looked at the cards, quickly reading the details.

"I've started doing a call-out service out of hours. The number is on the card," he said. "Another way to earn a few pennies."

She smiled and tucked the cards into her pocket, wondering if this was a subtle way of giving her his number. Ryan certainly kept hinting at him getting hers. "I'll put them on the counter myself," she promised.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," he grinned. His eyes glanced over her, not as obvious as Ryan, but there was a glimmer of interest all the same that stoked her hope. "Been up to much lately?"

"Oh, you know, working, the usual. I tried that new bar in town last weekend," she replied.

He looked up with interest. "I know the one. Wasn't there a band playing?"

She nodded. "Yes, they were really good."

He smiled. "I should check it out sometime."

"You should."

The air hung thickly between them, both of them eyeing the other. MC bit her lip, her mind going blank as she tried to think of something to say. She had noted a while ago that there was no wedding ring on his left hand, but then in his trade, that wasn't unusual. It was too dangerous to wear rings. You could lose a finger if it got caught up at the wrong time. She wondered if he had a wife or girlfriend waiting for him at home. She wouldn't be surprised if he did. It made her hesitate to say much more, the words suggesting that they should go to the bar together dancing on the tip of her tongue.

"Are you going this weekend?" He asked. Was that a glimmer of hope in his eyes?

MC felt her cheeks grow warm again, and she fiddled with the hem of her work vest. Her tummy flipped at the idea of going with him. "I might," she said.

The phone rang on his desk behind him, and they both turned to look at it. He gave her an apologetic smile. "I'd better get this," he said regretfully.

MC nodded. She should really be getting on with her delivery round, the taco in the van would be timing her and she shouldn't really be lingering. "Sure. I'll erm... I'd best get going. See you next time."

"Take care," he said. His smile was soft as he looked at her, reaching out to pick up the phone. It made her far too reluctant to leave his office, but he held the phone to his ear and he was back into work mode. "Weasley's Motors, how can I help?"

MC backed out of the office, a little regretful that their conversation had been interrupted. She sighed and tapped her clipboard against her thigh as she crossed the workshop, her thoughts still on Garreth and his smile.

"Alright, love?" Ryan said. He ducked out from under the bonnet of the car he was working on and her soft, warm feelings over Garreth plummeted into mild disgust. "Did we get your number this time?"

MC looked at him and rolled her eyes. "You want a number?" She tore a sheet out from under the delivery list on her clipboard and shoved it into his hand. She pointed at the headed paper for the company she worked for and smiled sweetly. "Contact details right there. Have a nice day."

Ryan laughed as she turned away, completely unperturbed by her sass. She ignored him. "Maybe next time then, yeah?" He called out.

She strode out of the workshop and out into the sunlight, irritated as she threw the clipboard into the passenger seat of the van, and fired the ignition.

....*....

The late summer sun was sinking below the horizon as MC dropped her friend, Poppy, off at her home. They had been down to the sea front for a walk on the beach and a cheeky ice cream. It had been nice to catch up with her. She had been full of stories about her boyfriend, Sebastian, and MC felt a twinge of envy.

Why couldn't she keep hold of a bloke? Her luck was terrible. She always seemed to end up with the Ryan's of the world and longed for a Sebastian of her own, a bloke who would treat her properly, as well as ruin her in the bedroom. Maybe a bloke like Garreth. The thought made her smile. Bloody hell, she fancied him.

MC took the turn out of Poppy's apartment block car park and turned the radio up a bit, singing along to the song playing as she drove towards home. As she was moving along the dual carriage way, a strange clunking sound came from under the car, and she frowned, turning the radio volume back down again. Her eyes quickly scanned the dash for any warning lights, but there was none. She slowed down, her ears pricked up in case it happened again. It did. A clunk and then the car seemed to dip in speed on its own, the engine power dying.

"No, no, no," she groaned. She gripped the steering wheel, a look of misery on her face as she pulled to the side of the road and rolled to a stop. She leant her head against the steering wheel and sighed. "Shit!"

Unbuckling her seat belt, she pulled the bonnet catch and got out. The road was quiet, the sky a deep blue that was quickly turning into the black of night. She lifted the bonnet and squinted in the dying light, pulling out her phone to turn the torch light on. She shone it over the engine bay but couldn't see anything obvious.

The oil and water were good. She checked it regularly as her Dad had taught her. The only thing she had not done was get her service yet. Money had been tight, and she had been holding off. She bit her lip, knowing her Dad was going to lecture her for not doing it, but that wasn't going to help her now. Perhaps she had blown a filter or something and she rubbed her face with her hand.

Glancing down at her phone, she debated calling her Dad. He was away on holiday, but it wouldn't be the first time he had tried to diagnose a problem over the phone. Then, a flash of inspiration struck her. Her heart pounded as she hurried back around to the car door, climbing in on her knees to fumble around on the back seat for her work vest. Out of the pocket, she pulled the business cards that Garreth had given her earlier. Thank goodness she hadn't put them in the shop yet.

Her fingers trembled as she keyed in the phone number for out of hours, hoping that it wasn't going to put her through to Ryan. The dialling tone sounded and was answered quickly.

"Hello?"

MC took a breath. "Hi, erm...is that Garreth?"

"Yeah," he said slowly. "Who is this?"

"Hi, it's MC. I deliver to you, you know, AutoParts? I was there today."

"MC?...Wow, erm...what can I do for you?"

She cringed. "I've broken down, and I still had your card in my pocket...you said were doing call outs now?"

"Oh, right, so you need my services? Where are you?"

MC told him the road she was on and roughly how far along from the nearest junction she was.

"Are you alone?" He asked. She told him she was. "Hang tight, darling. I'm on my way."

MC felt a flood of warmth at the endearment and bit her lip at the concern in his voice. She gazed around at the isolated surroundings of where she had stopped and appreciated his promise of being on his way.

The road was quiet, the odd vehicle rushing past, the headlights growing brighter and then fading off in to the distance. MC had locked the car and moved into the grass verge to sit and wait. She knew never to sit in the car and wait in case you get slammed from behind by a truck that didn't see you parked up. She had the hazard lights on, but it wasn't worth the risk. Even though the creepy darkness was starting to put her on edge, she stayed put.

Now that the sun was gone, the air had cooled, and MC hugged her arms about herself. She was only wearing a thin vest top, and tiny denim shorts and goosebumps covered her arms. She played about on her phone, scrolling aimlessly as she waited for Garreth, a little flutter of anticipation her chest at the thought of seeing him again.

When a pickup truck slowed to a stop behind her car, MC hesitated, eyeing the driver as he climbed out, relief washing over her when she saw Garreth's unruly mop of red hair. She stood, brushing loose grass from her bare legs. "Sorry to call you out so late, Garreth," she said, approaching him.

He smiled that gorgeous smile. Tonight he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with a lightweight dark jacket. "Not at all, I was just watching TV. Are you alright?"

She nodded. "I'm alright, but my car not so much."

He came closer and held out a bottle of water and a big share bag of crisps towards her. She eyed them with confusion. "You brought snacks?" She asked, amused.

He shrugged. "I'm always prepared, and I thought you might be hungry."

She giggled. "Do you do this for all your customers?"

"Only the pretty ones." His wink made her tummy flutter, and she took the offered treats with a shy smile, thanking him.

She explained what had happened, and he had a quick look under the bonnet. "You're probably right about it being a filter but I won't know for sure until I get a proper look at it. It's too dark to see out here, but I can tow your car back to the garage and check it out tomorrow if you like."

"That would be great, thank you. I will call a taxi or something to get myself home." She smiled, rubbing her arm with her hand against the chill as she unlocked her phone.

"Don't be daft. I'll give you a lift home," he offered.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Of course," he said. He studied her a moment and then slipped his jacket off and held it out to her. "You're cold. Here, put this on. I'll get the tow rope fixed up and you can go sit in the truck and warm up."

MC blushed. "Oh, you don't have to give me your jacket."

He sighed and moved around her to drop the jacket over her shoulders, smoothing his hands over them as he did so. MC shivered, but not from the cold, her breath hitching at the solid feel of his hands on her. The jacket was warm from his body heat and smelled of him. It was doing torturously wonderful things to her insides. She wondered what else those strong hands could do as he held her.

"No arguments," he said. Still holding her shoulders, he guided her towards the truck and opened the passenger door. He nodded inside. "In you get. I won't be long."

The truck was warmer than being outside, despite the mess and the lingering odour of oil and men, and MC hugged his jacket around her as she watched Garreth fix up the ropes. He was adorably sweet, bringing her snacks and giving her his jacket, but right now she was shamelessly gawping at his arms in the glow of the headlights as he pulled the rope tight.

Once the car was roped up and ready, MC got back out of the truck.

"Have you ever been towed before?" He asked.

She nodded. "My Dad was a tech. I've done this plenty of times."

Garreth's smile was warm. He caught her under her chin with a calloused finger, the touch light, there and then gone. The burn his touch left behind tingled down her neck and spread all over her.

"Full of surprises, aren't you? Jump in your car then, and we'll get going. I will go to the garage first and then I'll take you home. I won't go to fast, we'll take it easy."

They took a careful trip to his garage with no incident, pulling up outside, and then he unhitched her car, pushing it inside the workshop where it would be safe.

"I can't thank you enough for this," she said. Garreth checked the workshop and was pulling the huge doors closed. He grinned at her. "Maybe you can buy me a beer in that new bar to say thank you."

Her heart leapt. "Sure! I mean, yeah, I could do that," she said, blushing. She hesitated. "You've not got a girlfriend or anything have you?"

He paused to look at her, his hands on the other door, and shook his head. "No. What about you? No boyfriend at home waiting for you?"

She shook her head. He looked thoughtful for a moment and then pulled the garage door closed, locking it up securely. He walked towards her slowly and reached out to slip the keys into his jacket pocket, the jacket she was still wearing. She was reluctant to take it off, not ready to lose the warmth and his scent.

His eyes met hers, his gaze glittering in the darkness, the glow of the security light reflecting in the green depths. He reached up and gently brushed her hair back with a finger, the callused tip grazing against her temple.

"How is it possible that a girl as beautiful as you has no man waiting for her at home?" He asked softly.

"I'm just not that lucky," she whispered. His touch was stoking the aching burn between her thighs, his eyes deep pools of temptation that she would happily drown in.

He trailed that finger down her cheek, waking up her goosebumps as he continued along her jaw, his thumb brushing against her lips. She parted them, her breathing picking up the pace, her heart thudding against her ribs and she couldn't tear her gaze away.

He bent down and brushed his lips against hers, a teasing kiss, a gentle taste, before pulling back a little. His eyes burned into hers, and she grabbed the front of his t-shirt, her mouth claiming his for another kiss because one just wasn't enough. He moaned against her lips, his hands sliding up over her waist, gripping at her vest top and pulling it up so he could smooth his palms over her skin.

She gasped at the feel of those calloused hands on her midriff, her mouth opening to welcome the taste of him, his tongue gliding smoothly against hers as he backed her up. Her Converse scraped against the gravel, legs stumbling backwards until she collided with his truck, his kiss deepening with desperate hunger. She shoved a hand into that glorious hair, fingers sliding through soft locks as he reached around to grab her arse, groaning as he moulded it with his hands.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he breathed. He pinned her against the truck, hips grinding, and she whimpered. She could feel how hard he was, and she ached for more, arching her back, greedy for his touch.

MC slid her hands under his t-shirt, sighing at the delicious ripple of firm muscle, the soft hair on his stomach, and achingly smooth skin. She teased his lips with tongue and teeth, drawing soft sounds from his throat, he was very vocal and it spurred her on. His hands moved to her thighs, sliding upwards, fingers delving under the hem of her tiny shorts. They were short enough for him to grab the flesh of her arse and he hummed in approval.

"I've been wanting to get my hands on your arse for bloody weeks," he murmured. He bent to mouth at her neck, his hands groping and moulding her flesh. "So fucking sexy."

MC tilted her head back, a soft groan leaving her mouth as he sucked at her neck, tongue sliding over her hot skin. "Keep groping me like that and I won't be responsible for my actions," she teased.

"Hmm, is that right?" He squeezed her arse even harder with a growl, before sliding his hands up and around, pushing them up under her vest to cup her breasts, his fingers sliding over the lace of her bra. "Oops, more groping. What are you gonna do?"

She chuckled and slid her hand down to cup him through his jeans, palming along his length with slow deliberate strokes. He groaned and rutted against her hand. "Fuck, yes..."

"You like that, huh?" She whispered.

He pressed his forehead to hers, eyes looking down at her hand as she rubbed, his hips rocking. He bit his lower lip, moaning. "Your place or mine?" He asked. "I need to get you somewhere, and fast, before I fuck you against my truck."

Hunger, hot and feverish swept over her, an ache so fierce she was panting with it. Her fingers fumbled at his jeans, tugging at the buttons. "Do it," she begged. "Fuck me."

A shocked sound left his mouth, his eyes wide as he looked at her. She stared back at him, breathing hard, her body begging for him to take her.

"What...are you sure?"

She had his jeans open now, and she kept her eyes on his as she slid a hand inside, her fingers sliding over the hot, silky skin of his hard cock. She felt it twitch under her touch, a low moan coming from him, his eyes hooded and glazed over as she began to stroke him. "I want it," she whispered.

Utterly gorgeous, sexy and adorably cute. Oh, she was sure.

Garreth groaned and kissed her, his mouth devouring her as he made quick work of her shorts, shoving them downwards to expose the pretty lace of her knickers. Impatient fingers tugged that lace aside, sliding eagerly down and delving into her waiting slick. MC moaned, lips parting as Garreth skilfully swept finger tips over her opening, soaking his fingers with an appreciative groan before sliding two deep inside of her.

"All this for me," he said. He pumped his fingers, twisting them slightly. "Fuck, MC, you're perfect."

MC whimpered and rocked her hips, clinging to him as the pad of his thumb sought out her clit and rubbed in torturous, slow circles. "Garreth..."

"Tell me," he whispered. His mouth moved to her ear, nipping and kissing along the shell of it. He moaned into her ear, his fingers curling and rubbing her into a panting, moaning mess. "That's it, fucking moan for me. I want to hear you."

His filthy talk was so hot, adding to the desperate ache. Her thighs trembled and her back arched, her head tilted back and rolled in ecstasy against the window of his truck as he sucked bright blooms of red down her neck. She could feel the building pressure of her climax, each firm, deliberate thrust of his fingers driving her faster and faster towards it. She didn't care that they were outside and someone could come along and catch them at any moment. All that mattered was his smouldering green eyes and the way his fingers were driving her crazy.

"Garreth," she cried. Her nails dug into the flesh of his arm, the muscle beneath her grip flexing as he fucked her with his hand. Her climax hit, and she clenched around his fingers, a cry leaving her lips, splitting the quiet darkness of the night around them.

Garreth whispered words of praise into her ear, his fingers easing gently, stroking her in teasing slow circles as she shuddered with little after shocks, overly sensitive and throbbing. "Such a good girl," he whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you now. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," she whispered, biting her lower lip. "Please..."

Garreth slipped the jacket from her shoulders, opening the truck door and throwing it inside. He slid both hands up her body, pushing up her vest top to expose her bra. He hummed in appreciation, his thumbs hooking back the lace.

"I need to see these," he murmured. He tugged back the lace and bent to lick across her breasts, moaning against her flesh as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, his tongue rolling over her hardened peak. "Delicious," he whispered.

He kissed up over her collar bone and throat, finding her mouth, and he kissed her deeply. His hands reached around to grab her arse again. He moaned and pulled his mouth away. "I'm gonna turn you around, alright?"

MC nodded. "Okay."

He smiled and kissed her nose, his hands gently turning her, shuffling them along a bit until they were at the open passenger door of the truck. He pushed her forward and bent her in over the seat, her legs trembling as he slid her knickers down over her hips, letting them pool at her ankles with her shorts. He smoothed his hands over her arse and hips, dipping between her legs to tease her with gentle fingers before pressing her thighs open a little more. "Fucking hell," he groaned. "That looks so perfect."

MC felt a blush heat her face as he caressed and teased her from behind, her breasts squished against the seat, her hands gripping the edge as he slid fingers inside of her again. He worked her open, soft moans leaving her lips as she felt the brush of his cock against her thigh.

"Please..." She whimpered. She rocked her hips eagerly. She felt the pressure of his tip as he rubbed it teasingly against her slick heat. She rocked her hips again, and he moaned.

"So greedy for my cock," he whispered. He guided himself inside of her, both of them moaning at the intrusion. He filled her up so perfectly, and as he began to move, MC buried her face into the seat. Her hands grappled for purchase against the leather, bracing against the centre console of the truck as he began to fuck her hard.

A cry left her mouth, his skin slapping against her arse in a punishing rhythm, the truck rocking on its wheels as he braced one arm against the top of the door frame. His other hand gripped her hip, breathless grunts, and moans spilling from his mouth as he pounded relentlessly. The angle was utter bliss, each thrust hitting that sweet spot until she saw white spots in front of her eyes. Her climax came swift, ripping through her with blazing heat, her walls clenching tightly around him.

Garreth swore viciously, grinding against her tight and hard with a growl before pulling out. MC whimpered at the sudden emptiness, gasping as his cock slapped against her arse, sliding upwards, hot and throbbing as his cum splattered up her sweaty back.

All she could hear were their tortured breaths in the silence as they took a moment to recover. And then the truck dipped, and he leaned in over her. She smiled as she felt his lips soft and teasing against her shoulder blade.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

She nodded. "That was so good," she said.

She heard him fumbling about and turned her head. He grinned as he pulled a rag out of the door compartment and wiped the cum from her back. He chuckled. "Apologies, I made a bit of a mess."

"We made a mess," she chuckled.

He helped her out of the truck, and as she adjusted her bra and vest top, he bent to slide her knickers and shorts up her legs. She smiled at him, appreciating the way he was taking care of her. One minute, he was banging her within an inch of her life. The next, he was sweetly tugging up her knickers and pressing soft kisses on her thighs. What more could she ask for?

When he stood up, she grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him in close. She stared up into those pretty green eyes of his. For so long, she had met them with shy smiles. Now she had seen them burn with desire, and for her no less. The smile she gave him now was one of intimacy, appreciating the fucked out daze of his eyes knowing that she had put it there.

She liked that look. She could get used to seeing it all too easily. She cupped his face and pressed a slow kiss to his lips.

"You know we are doing that again, right?"

His eyebrows lifted, his eyes pleased, eager. "We are?"

She smirked and nodded. "Your place or mine?"

"Mine," he said. Then he tilted his head thoughtfully. "Might have to stop at McDonald's drive-through on the way, though. I'm fucking starving."

MC giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Deal. And it's my treat seeing as you came to my rescue this evening."

He kissed her nose, his hands roaming around to cup her backside again. He was definitely an arse man. "Sex and a burger. Best night ever," he grinned.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley x f!mc #Garreth's Groupies #Weasley Wednesday #blueraineshadows

[wedonthaveawhile]

Multi Chapters:

The Serpents Hold

Ominis Gaunt x MC (18+) - 22/22 Chapters

A reimagining of the 'In the Shadow of' storyline with a centric focus on Ominis and The Gaunt's

Sebastian Sallow is treading a dangerous path in his efforts to cure his twin. To their mutual distain, Ominis and Nova are reluctantly thrust into a partnership to aid him. Amid this tense alliance, and the disapproval of Ominis' estranged family, Nova wrestles with her growing feelings for him—and with her suspicion that he knows more about Anne's curse than he's letting on.

Betraying the devil you know.

Ominis Gaunt x MC (18+) - 1/4 Chapters

Months. That's how long Marvolo Gaunt has been crushing the life out of you. One reckless decision was all it took to be dragged into his inner circle to pay for your sins. However, being his favourite informant has its perks—you hear whispers: a civil war is brewing among the Gaunts.

Is it better the devil you know, or do you seek refuge in the arms of the enemy?

Oneshots:

When she says my name.

Garreth Weasley x MC (18+)

Garreth finds himself entangled with the heroine of Hogwarts. As their encounters become habit, they devolve into a game of power dynamics and possession.

Crimson and Clover

Garreth Weasley x MC (18+)

Garreth invites MC to the Weasley Christmas party, leading to some one-on-one time in the barn.

Baby Garreth, and where to find him.

Crimson and clover prequel.

Inspired by her desire to see mermaids, Garreth brews his Herbology partner a potion as a gesture of his affection. Cue the inevitable chaos and peril.

Baby, it's cold outside.

Garreth Weasley x MC (18+)

MC finds herself in Garreth's apothecary on Christmas Eve, and testing lust potion is on the agenda.

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[eggymf-archived]

no place like home;

ft. garreth weasley with f!reader/mc (one-shot)

themes: hurt to comfort, angst to fluff, established relationship, aged-up characters, post-hogwarts, fiance!garreth, ex!dark!mc, slytherin!mc, 3rd person pov

warning: two idiots in love arguing, mc being the bigger idiot for once, implied traumatic events, implied violence, not spoiler-free, get a load of this sap

summary: she couldn't bear to make him suffer with every horrific danger that constantly chases her, hence she decides to run away one rainy summer night.

word count: 3.2k

a/n: happy weasley wednesday! this is my first entry and fic of garreth actually. i’ve decided to frankenstein the [lyric prompts] sent by @applinsandoranges​​ a while back along with the weekly prompt for weasley wednesday, “wet”. also, if you have read these two smut oneshots (pt.1 and pt.2), this fic features the same mc (just older). that aside, enjoy? :D

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bonus: audio

It was during the summer of 1892 — the year when they finally graduated from Hogwarts. 

She never expected to be given the privilege of spending the summer after her 7th year with Garreth. It was undoubtedly what she truly needed: an opportunity to escape from the utter chaos of the life she has within her own family home in London: specifically her father's seething wrath after that stunt she had pulled, which almost destroyed their own family’s stellar reputation within the wizarding world's pureblood society. 

Family drama aside, not only was it the perfect time for her to rest and recuperate, but it was also the chance for her to contemplate the future now that she has broken free from the shackles of her responsibility as an heiress (temporarily, that is). Perhaps in the midst of it all, she could also make amends for her past wrongdoings.

Oh, but [what on Earth can atone for all the wrong things that she had done]? 

It wasn’t an easy task, to say the least, for the blood that was spilled on her hands all in the name of the greater good has long stained her psyche. There was an insurmountable amount of filth that resides within her as the vessel of accumulated pain, and all she could do was endure the ordeal. The moment she had made that dire decision in the repository during her 5th year, she was doomed to a life of loneliness, but all of that changed during her 7th year when the threads of her own fate were intertwined with his.

She never would've expected that Garreth Weasley out of all people would serve as the beacon that would lead her back to all that had been long forgotten — her own happiness. 

Truth be told, she wasn't the most forthcoming with the notion of romance in general due to her unsavory experiences and personal issues, opting to steer clear of the entire topic in general. In fact, she was better off alone, but for some miraculous reason, the fiery-haired male had managed to creep into her heart, taking his rightful seat on its long-abandoned throne. It was truly a mysterious outcome, for nobody would've foreseen the unusual relationship to even happen, much less prosper.  

A Slytherin and a Gryffindor; the celebrated hero and an aspiring potioneer. They were like day and night; the sun and the moon — ever so different, yet fell in love too soon. Perhaps the irony of it all was what truly brought the both of them together, regardless of all their atrocities, differences, and follies combined. 

But even the greatest of love stories always had their own fair share of trials and tribulations, and the silly, dramatic little tale of her and Garreth weren't an exception. She remembered it all vividly: the times when she'd discourage him from pursuing her, only for her to fall harder and harder for him in the end.

“You'll never know peace a day in your life once you decide to be with me, Weasley.”

“I'm not good for anyone, lest you want a head full of gray hairs before you reach the age of forty.”

“You're better off without me, I assure you.”

“Garreth, please don't. I'll ruin your life.”

Yet her words, no matter how grim, threatening, or incessant, would always be met with his adorably goofy little grin along with the same simple reply that held the undying promise of his devotion and loyalty.

“I know.”

If only things were that simple.

From this moment onwards, ["I know" is never good enough] — not when she's aware of the dire consequences that would soon follow should she decide to pursue the yearnings of her poor, naïve heart. It was too huge a risk to gamble the life of the man who had brought her solace and joy amidst the pandemonium that rages within her blackened soul, for he was all she had left — the only person who would never treat her as a pawn across the chessboard; her most trusted confidant, companion, and lover: her chosen family.  

The musical incantation of Vulnera Sanentur from his Aunt Matilda's lips was all that she heard whilst she silently wallowed in her own thoughts of self-blame, her eyes darting around the damaged parts of their humble abode out of pure guilt. She glances at Garreth's father, who winces as several hands aided him to sit more comfortably on the sofa. His younger sister and older cousins scampered around to repair the several damages within the house whilst checking up on the others after the incident.

It was an ambush by dark wizards: the ones who sought to covet the corrupted power within her. Despite her not being a family member of the Weasleys, they fought gallantly alongside her, defending her as if she was one of their own. Although they are well capable of empathizing and understanding her prior violent display of magic within the heat of battle, it did not quell the bubbling shame that stews within her being. 

It was almost the norm for her to be targeted by the enemies that she had made in her past battles, but to be attacked while she was in Garreth's family home? To put the Weasleys in danger? Preposterous. Utterly preposterous. She'd never forgive her enemies for it. Hell, she'd never forgive herself for it either. 

The warmth of Garreth's palm on her arm startled her from her train of thought whilst she was in the middle of repairing the broken walls, offering her a kiss on her forehead the moment her head turned. 

“Garreth…” her voice, uncharacteristically small and hesitant, trails off while he cups her cheek, tracing his thumb over her delicate face as a form of reassurance.

“It’s not your fault, so please don’t think about it too much, alright? We’ll handle it from here,” he reassures.

Despite her evident disagreement with her fiancé's words, she bit her tongue, not wishing to add any more fuel to the fire. She gave the Weasleys one final glance as she headed to the kitchen to help his mother prepare their dinner for tonight while the others focused on either healing their mild injuries or fixing the damages within their house.

The Weasleys were a beautiful family. It was the ideal family that she would truly love to be a part of in a heartbeat: they were kind-hearted, selfless, and honorable, never swayed by the adversaries that came their way. It was for this very reason that she decided to protect them with all that she has, and she would never allow a single soul to harm even the hairs on their head even if it means that she has to bring herself out of the picture in the end.

Thus, she has made her final decision. 

[She's only safe when she's alone], just as they'd be a whole lot safer without her presence. She could easily slaughter anyone who stood in her way without fear of disappointing anyone with her ruthlessness, and none of her loved ones would be used as ammunition to make her submit to her enemies’ bidding. This painful choice was truly for the best — such as the fate of all fallen “heroes” who walk a lonely, dark path.

Yet despite all the danger he'd have to face and the sought-after coalesced filth of humanity that literally resides within her, her departure was Garreth’s greatest fear.

It was on the same day of the incident that he received the heartbreaking news in the middle of that particular rainy night. His sister was about to pay her a visit for their usual heart-to-heart session, only to find out that she was no longer in their home.

“Gone? What do you mean she’s gone?!” he bellowed, fear lacing his voice as he sped towards the guest room with soft footsteps trailing after him.

“Garreth, I'm sorry. I went to her room and—”

Not giving his younger sister a chance to finish, Garreth barged into the guest room with evident panic, only for his heart to sink at the sight of a room that was entirely bare of her belongings except for a note that she had hurriedly scrawled before she left.

I'm sorry. I love you.

Garreth quickly ran down the flight of stairs and straight to the exit of their home. The shouts and cries of his name fell on deaf ears as he bolted out of the house, racing into the chilly night with a million panicked thoughts buzzing unpleasantly within his head as raindrops drizzled upon his form.

[She had his heart, and he could only hope that she wouldn't hurt him] permanently with one measly written goodbye. He was angry and dismayed with her drastic decisions that lacked his consultation, but he simply couldn't allow all that they'd built to just disintegrate in a blink of an eye. She was, after all, his dearly beloved — the person he'd give his all without a second thought.

As soon as the thunder rumbled, he hurriedly took out the piece of parchment that she had left, casting a tracking charm with his wand. The piece of paper immediately bursts forward, leaving a trail of glittering golden dust for him to follow before the increasingly damp piece of parchment falls to the ground. The spell worked, and it only meant that she hadn't wandered off too far.

He knew exactly where she was from where the trail was heading. With the location clearly visualized within his mind, he apparates to their usual spot, hoping that she was still within the particular vicinity.

Needless to say, he was right.

There she stood in front of the tree where they often frequented for their usual picnics — the place where it's usually just the two of them, gazing upon the meadows of the countryside whilst enjoying the summer breeze. She looks upon the ring that was on her left hand, admiring the ruby and two small diamonds that glimmered under the moonlight. With great reluctance, she attempts to slide her engagement ring off, intending to keep it within their box of little keepsakes before she leaves, which was contained within the tree's hollow.

Amidst the soothing pitter-patter of raindrops, the sound of an audible crack was soon heard from a distance followed by several thuds of footsteps, effectively stopping her. She whips her head in the direction of the sudden noise, only for her eyes to meet a pair of emerald-green orbs. 

[Sometimes, she forgets that she was his] — he'd always find her wherever she may be simply because he knew her that well. She should've expected that he'd figure out her whereabouts within minutes after she had left the Weasley family home. He was, after all, her dearly beloved — the keeper of her heart; the one who knows her better than herself.

“Blast, I shouldn't have loitered around…” she thought ruefully as she faced him completely, a shaky breath escaping her lips as she braced herself for an earful. Instead, he runs towards her with a relieved expression, pulling her into his embrace before kissing her fervently. 

As if it were right on cue, the rain began to pour harder, just like those dramatic little romance novels written by Muggle authors. His touch, although scorching against her cold, damp skin, brought relief to her mind, body, and soul. 

It was only he could bring her such solace, nobody else.

As soon as his lips parted from hers, he grabbed her bag nearby before turning to her direction once again with a tired sigh. Before she could retaliate, he swung his arm around her, engulfing her in his arms before apparating back to his home — specifically into the living room, where the rest of the family was awaiting their return. A blush crept up to her cheeks upon feeling their eyes on her and Garreth, who held her by her waist. The both of them were soaked to the bone with their clothes and strands of their hair clinging uncomfortably onto their skin.

Wordlessly, Garreth set her bag on the ground before flicking the tip of his wand at both of them, casting a drying spell before making his way to the kitchen. She winced at his deathly silence, while the others glanced at each other with an evident grimace as well.

“... Alright, you lot! Off to bed, we go. Come along now!” his mother urges, pushing the other family members right towards the staircase, much to his younger sister's and cousins' chagrin.

“But mum—!”

“Shhh!”

She received several apologetic looks and pats of good luck from his cousins, for she was obviously going to need it. Garreth was upset — abysmally upset to be precise. It was a rare occurrence, but whenever it happens, it was a painful punch to the gut.

Silence looms over the living room, the thumping of footsteps dying out as they scamper to their bedrooms, leaving her and Garreth alone on the first floor of their home.

“Garreth…”

Silence.

“Garreth, please say something?” she pleads, all to no avail. He remains tight-lipped, averting his gaze from her as he grabs the nearby teapot to pour each of them a cup of tea.

She hated it when he was like this, but his reticence was definitely warranted. She sighs in defeat, finally deciding to stop beating about the bush.

“... The attack from earlier—”

“—Was, again, not your fault. And you ran away because you didn't want any of us to get hurt. I know that,” he cuts her off bitterly before he sips his cup of tea in hopes of calming himself down. 

“Then you're aware of the dangers, Garreth. You've seen what they're capable of. You've experienced it for yourself.”

“Yes. So?”

“So why did you bring me back? You know that chaos ensues whenever I'm around, and it's never the good kind.”

“Really, now? Seems like a pretty peaceful night to me until you decided to leave,” he sarcastically snapped, much to her exasperation.

“Garreth, for god's sake—”

He slams his cup on the countertop, nearly shattering the object. His frown deepened, finally looking at her with a glare.

“A note with no explanations? Sneaking out right under my nose? Is that how trivial our relationship is to you?” he asks with a tone mixed with anger and hurt. She visibly pales at this, panic evident within her eyes that he would even think of such a thing.

“Garreth that's not—”

“—what you meant? Oh, believe me, I know. But it certainly feels that way and it's really upsetting. I'm not mad though. I could never be mad at you, but I'm sick and tired of you pushing me away at every bloody inconvenience!”

“I'm doing this for your sake! As long as I'm around, you and your family will always be—”

“I didn't ask you to play hero for us!”

“So you'd rather thoughtlessly sacrifice everyone else just to keep me around?!”

“YOU'RE MY FIANCEE FOR GODRIC'S SAKE!” 

She was stunned into silence by his raging outburst, all retaliations within her head immediately disappearing as he ran his mouth, pouring out every single trace of frustration that had accumulated within his chest.

“Don't you know you're just as important as everyone else in here?! I know what I signed up for — mum knows, dad knows, my little sister knows, every single relative knows! You're already a part of this family at this point!” he continues exasperatedly, running his fingers through his hair out of sheer agitation. “Gods, you’re always like this! I hate that you feel the need to constantly tell me I shouldn’t be with you! I’m still here, aren’t I? Is that not enough for you?!”

She looks away, letting out a shaky exhale while she clenches her fists, her eyes becoming glassy with tears. His heart was thumping loudly, his chest heaving as his emotional hurt slowly descended from its peak. His glare soon faltered the moment he realized the aggression of his words, his fiery anger slowly dissipating as he stared at her with guilt simmering within his gut. Her eyes were downcast while she chewed on her lip, desperately keeping her emotions under wraps while placing her arms gingerly around herself to soothe her nerves.

With an aggravated sigh, he gently pulled her into a warm embrace. She whimpers at his display of tenderness despite the prior exchange of heated words, finally letting her tears run free as she wraps her arms around his waist, a string of apologies pouring out from her lips. He pressed his lips at the side of her head before parting from her as he cupped her face with both of his hands.

“Darling, listen to me. Look at me.”

She acquiesced, her bleary sight slowly trailing up to meet his verdant-hued eyes, which gazed upon her with pure love and adoration despite his recent display of anger. 

“I know I may not be the best man for you, but you best believe that I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe. When I swore to you that I'll accompany you to the ends of the earth, I meant every single word,” he whispers with heartfelt sincerity, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb. “But all I ask of you is to please have a bit of faith in me; in us — that we’ll manage all of this just fine. Please, I love you too much to let you go...”

“But… Your family…” she meekly sobs.

“Then we'll live alone together, just the two of us.”

“But what about you?”

“Then I'll be stronger for you! Hell, I'll beg Sallow to teach me how to duel better if I have to so please…” he begs, his voice cracking. 

“Don't ever leave again. Stay with me until the very end.”

At that moment, she finally caves into her heart's desire, standing on her tiptoes to urgently plant her lips on his without hesitation while his hand flew to the small of her back, the other placing itself at the back of her head to press her further into him. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally parted, gazing at each other's eyes with a smile of relief etched onto their faces. A surprised yelp escaped her lips as he scoops her up into a bridal carry, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“Well then, now that's done and settled, let's get you to bed, shall we?” he grins, his anger completely appeased by her response.

“At least let me bring my bag upstairs first, love. I need my clothes,” she laughs.

“Clothes? For what?”

“...To change in?”

“Oh, trust me. You won't be needing them tonight,” his voice drops into a teasing whisper. 

Her eyes widened, warmth creeping to her cheeks at his insinuation. He chuckled at her reaction, planting a kiss on her cheek before heading upstairs with her in his arms. The tense aura that loomed over the entire building was now completely gone, her soft giggles of sheer elation filling the halls before a peaceful silence ensued the moment the door to her room was closed shut.

Like the moon and stars that reside in the night skies, this was where she truly belongs — right in the arms of her dearly beloved; her most cherished abode.

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[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

“I Don’t Want To Be Parted From You.” 

Tags: Smut 18+ | Mutual Masturbation | Oral, both giving and taking | Hook-up | First times | Confession | All Chars are aged up 18+|

WC: 6,266

A|N: This is the Female!MC Version

<M!MC ver.>

Minors DNI

Find the ----- red line to jump to where the spicy stuff starts.

Oneshot

MC tapped her finger on the desk in time with her foot bouncing. It wasn’t that the class was particularly boring, it’s just… well there were far more exciting things to do outside the walls of the castle, and Divination class was the last place she wanted to be right now. More interesting things like meeting one particular redhead in Hogsmeade that she’d been trying to hang out with for weeks. 

Was it a date? Was it a friendly hang-out? MC wasn’t entirely sure. If it wasn’t a date, she sure as hell would make it one, or die trying. Of course, any pushback from Garreth and she’d back off immediately. MC chalked it up to nerves making her think more aggressively inward than she’d ever actually act out publicly. She had spent months pining after Garreth Weasley, teasing him, joking with him, hell… tempting him in her own way. He’d never taken the bait. 

She had no idea if Garreth was even into her like that or not. Garreth was always so friendly to her, but he was also friendly to everyone else. If he was into MC, he sure knew how to keep his cool when MC was around. It was month two of her super-mega-secret/not-so-secret crush on Garreth and everyone, including herself, was begging her to just make a damn move already. 

She’d be lying if she said she was 100% okay with being the one to make the first move. She really wanted Garreth to make the first move. It would be just that much sweeter if he did. But, MC could pretend that Garreth asking her to hang out with him in Hogsmeade was the first move… She could be delusional, just for a moment. 

Once the class was dismissed, MC shot from her seat and rushed to the ladder before anyone else could get to it first. She trotted down the steps of the tower and rushed through the courtyard. She got to the outside of the castle and hopped on her broom, angling herself straight toward Hogsmeade, and the ginger that awaited her. 

She pushed her nervous jitters away when she spotted Garreth in the square. He was wearing just his white button-down shirt and charcoal grey slacks today. His sleeves were pushed up, exposing his forearms. Of course, his sleeves were rolled up… MC groaned internally. Garreth’s forearms were what wet dreams were made of. 

She landed smoothly beside the redhead and greeted him. 

“Hello, Garreth.” MC nodded in his direction, trying to sound as cool as a cucumber as if she hadn’t practically sprinted all the way here. 

Garreth smiled wide at MC. “Hello! Ah, I am so glad you’ve made it. You’re just in time.”

MC’s brows rose while Garreth grabbed her arm and began to drag her toward the watermill. Her heart skipped a beat at their sudden proximity. 

“What is it?” MC asked, allowing Garreth to guide them through the crowd. Hell, she’d let Garreth guide her anywhere.

“Take a look!” Garreth spoke with wonder in his voice. “They’ve been setting up a ton of fireworks! I heard they are going to set them off tonight. Pretty cool, isn’t it!”

MC nodded, “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. We should stick around to watch them.” 

Garreth smiled wide. “Definitely!” 

“Instead of staying in Hogsmeade, we could find a hill nearby where we can watch them comfortably,” MC suggested. She had a specific hilltop in mind, next to a partially eroded home that had long since been abandoned. 

“Aw, that would be perfect!” Garreth agreed. “Though, sundown is still an hour or so away.” 

“I guess we will have to enjoy each other's company until then.” MC gave him a soft smile,  watching Garreth’s expression carefully. 

“Alright then! Do you have anything you need to buy today? Or can we shop for pleasure?” Garreth began stepping away from the crowd and MC followed suit. 

“I am happy to follow you wherever you’d like to go. I just have a few things to sell, but I can do that pretty much anywhere.” MC spoke as they dodged people on the street.

Garreth bit the inside of his cheek and eyed the Three Broomsticks. “Okay, then let's make a choice. Butterbeers first OR Honeydukes for a sweets run.” 

MC looked between the two buildings, placing her hands on her hips. “How about, we stock up on sweets first, then we grab some butterbeers while we wait for the sun to set. How does that sound?” 

“Brilliant. I couldn’t agree more.” Garreth chimed. 

MC entered the sweets shop first, holding the door open for her crush. 

Garreth entered and immediately went to the “new” items section. MC hovered just behind him and watched as Garreth took a small bean-sized treat labeled “sample”. 

“Honey and milk chocolate crunch.” MC read the small sign. “That sounds delightful.” 

“It does,” Garreth said excitedly. He popped the sample into his mouth and his face lit up in delight. “It is!” He said after a couple of chews. 

MC smiled at him and popped a sample in her mouth as well. The texture was like biting into a honeycomb covered in chocolate. “Wow,” She said before swallowing the bite she was chewing. “I think I’ll buy a bar of those.” 

“Yes! Let’s buy two then. One for me and one for you. I’ll pay! My treat.” Garreth grabbed two of the bars and went to the next section. MC had been so pleasantly surprised that she forgot to thank him for paying before Garreth was off again. 

They stayed in the shop longer than MC had anticipated. There had been a lot of displays that the two interacted with. Some of them were new but others she hadn’t tried before. After a while, they both had their hands full of treats. They made their way to the counter and Garreth pulled out his galleons as promised. 

“Thank you, Garreth. For paying for my treats. I mean it.” 

“Of course! No big deal.” He answered.

They both watched as the clerk put all their candy into a bag. 

“Butterbeer next?” MC spoke up. 

“Yes, and possibly an appetizer. I just want something savory to snack on before we dig into our candy.” Garreth said as he took the full bag from the clerk. 

“M-maybe we could split the appetizer,” MC suggested, not bothering to even ask exactly what appetizer it would be. She just figured it was a romantic thing to do on a date, to share food. Even if it really wasn’t a date at all, it could still have elements of a date. 

Garreth nodded, leading them out of the shop. “Fine by me. I usually get the salted potato wedges and cheezy garlic dipping sauce.” 

“Mmm,” MC expressed. “That sounds divine. I didn’t even know they had anything like that. I think I always just forgo the menu and grab a butterbeer.” 

“Most do. Stick with me and I will be happy to show you even more cool stuff about Hogsmeade!” 

“I’ll stick with you then,” MC smiled over at Garreth as they made their way to the bar. 

“You won’t be disappointed.” Garreth beamed, smiling at MC. 

“No, I think not.” MC responded. 

They were greeted by Sirona the moment they walked in the door. She left the rag on the table she was cleaning and walked to the bar. “What can I get you two?” 

“Two butterbeers, please.” MC answered. “Oh and,” she pointed at Garreth to continue. 

“The potato wedges, please.” 

“Coming right up. Feel free to find a table to sit at, I’ll bring out your potatoes when they are ready.” She wiped her hands on her apron and jotted their order down on a notepad. 

“Where to,” MC asked him, not bothering to look around the place. Her gaze was fixed on Garreth. 

“Let's sit near the fireplace, shall we?” 

The bar was practically empty, only hosting around 4 other patrons. They pretty much had the whole place to themselves. 

“Perfect.” MC agreed. 

Garreth placed their bag of candy on the table and began to rifle through it. He pulled out a small deck-of-cards-sized box of candy. 

“Okay, let's see…” Garreth turned the box over to read the label. He focused his eyes on the large paragraph of text. 

“Are those the popping candies with a creamy center?” MC asked, leaning in a bit to see what Garreth was reading. 

Garreth tilted the box so they both could see the words easily. “It is. I remember the sign saying not to open when it’s raining. I was just looking to see if it said why.” 

The large paragraph on the back described the story of how the candy came about in excruciating detail. MC sat back in her seat halfway through, uninterested in the long-winded description. 

“Here you are.” Sirona sat two butterbeers down. “You’re food will be out shortly.” 

Garreth didn’t look up from the box but nodded his head and mumbled a ‘thank you.’ 

MC took a large sip of her drink and studied the man beside her. Garreth’s face was serious as he read the text. His serious face was… so handsome. MC licked her lips and then took another sip of her drink. 

“Ah!” Garreth exclaimed. “It’s because the humidity will ruin the rest of the popping candy you’re not eating.”

“A rainy day will?” 

“Yeah, it says that the popping part of the candy is very sensitive to moisture.” He tossed the box onto the table. “Well, that was anti-climactic. I thought it would be something cool like, ‘The candy will explode when exposed to rain water’ or something.” 

“Always seeking explosions, huh?” MC teased, drinking another sip of her mug. 

Garreth noticed how much MC had already drank compared to his untouched pint. 

“Sometimes they seek me,” Garreth responded, taking a big swig of butterbeer. 

“How unfortunate for you.” 

“Yes, well. Makes life more interesting, don’t you think?” Garreth grinned. 

MC nodded, sending Garreth a grin in return. 

Sirona sat the Potato wedges between the two, taking them out of the moment. 

“Thank you!” Garreth shouted as Sirona walked away. She nodded a ‘You’re welcome’ in his direction before going back to buss another table.

“Those smell incredible.” MC leaned in to take another deep inhale. 

“You can have the first bite!” Garreth nudged the basked of wedges toward MC. 

MC smiled, taking one of the larger wedges and popping it into her mouth. “Mmm…” she blinked rapidly to keep her eye-roll unapparent. 

“Told ya,” Garreth tossed one into his mouth. “Very delicious.” His words were muffled. 

MC finished chewing and stared at the basket of food. “You just can’t go wrong with potatoes, can you?”

“Nope! See, I knew you and I were alike.” Garreth teased.

They both grabbed their butterbeer at the same time and Garreth gestured for a cheers. MC clinked her half-empty mug against Garreth’s. “Cheers.”

“Cheers!” Garreth exclaimed. 

Two butterbeers later and an empty basket of potato wedges, and they were ready to head out. The sun was almost set and MC reckoned they had just enough time to get to their spot on the hill before the fireworks show would begin. 

“What do you think they’re celebrating?” MC inquired, pushing open a gate in one of the crop fields just outside of Hogsmeade. 

Garreth hummed, “I think they are celebrating the opening of a new shop.” 

“Oh?” MC slowed her steps to walk side by side with Garreth. “What shop do you think it is?” MC wondered if it would be anything useful for her adventures outside of the castle. 

“I don’t know. But, I hope, whatever it is, it actually lasts this time.” 

“Lasts? What happened to the previous owners?” MC wondered aloud.

“Skipped town, I think.” Garreth placed his hand under his chin as he thought. “Or was it something to do with them not paying their rent?” 

“Hm, well. Whatever it is, I’m glad they are celebrating with fireworks. I haven’t seen a fireworks show since I was small.” MC reminisced. 

“I saw one last year for Christmas. They had a really cool MASSIVE gingerbread man firework that burst into a thousand tiny red and green confetti pieces. It was awesome!” As he spoke, Garreth used his hands to express his words. 

“Sounds incredible.” MC agreed. “By the way, we're almost there. It’s just up this path.” She pointed down the road.

Garreth looked back from where they had just come. “Oh, MC. This is going to be a perfect view!” 

They both made their way down the road and up the small hill. MC sat against the eroded stone wall of the old house and Garreth joined her. He sat the bag of candy between them and rested his head back. 

“Perfect timing.” Garreth sighed. 

The fireworks hadn’t started yet despite the darkness that now shrouded the land. MC picked at one of her chipped fingernails. 

Garreth pulled out some sweets from the bag and handed one to MC. 

“Thank you.” MC took the chocolate bar and ripped off the wrapping. 

“Lumos,” Garreth pointed his wand up, looking through the bag again. “Ah! Yes, I wanted to try this one first.” He showed MC the honey and milk chocolate crunch bar.

MC took a bite of her bar and chewed it quickly. “Let me know how it is. I’m curious how the honey and chocolate tastes go together in bar form.”

Garreth nodded and put out the light on his wand. The light from the moon and stars was enough to give the area a nice glow. MC didn’t offer to make a fire since it would ruin the fireworks spectacle they were soon to see. She supposed that’s why Garreth hadn’t offered either. Garreth pushed his hair out of his face and took a large bite of candy. MC watched intently, staring at the crumb of chocolate that began to melt on Garreth’s bottom lip. 

BOOM

MC jerked her eyes away from Garreth to watch the first firework glitter. 

“Awesome,” Garreth commented. 

Another two fireworks lit up the night sky, one shimmering cobalt blue and the other a cherry red. 

“It’s beautiful,” MC rewrapped her chocolate bar and sat it back into the bag. 

“Stunning really.” Garreth agreed. He chomped down on another bite of his bar and noticed MC’s stare. “Oh! Do you want a bite? You can give it a taste test.” 

MC nodded, taking the bar Garreth offered. She bit the untouched corner and hummed. She chewed but the chocolate and honey bar melted on her tongue rapidly. “Wow, that is quite nice.” 

Garreth took the bar back and smiled playfully. “We’ll have to meet up again to finish our bag of sweets.” 

“I’m already saying yes.” MC smiled. 

Several more fireworks lit up the sky. MC turned her gaze to Garreth and watched them pop in the reflection of his green eyes. If Garreth noticed, he didn’t say anything. 

----------------------------------------------------

MC bit her lip before she spoke. “It’s all very romantic, isn’t it?” She held her breath. MC decided she could play it off as a joke if Garreth wasn’t receptive to her advances. 

Garreth pressed his lips together into a tight line. “Yeah…” 

MC let the word hang in the air for a long moment. “Does that make you uncomfortable for me to say?” She needed more than just a one-word answer. She needed proof, concrete evidence that Garreth was either into her or not. 

“No,” Garreth answered carefully. “I just really want to know why you said that. Why did you bring up romance?” 

MC picked at her broken nail again absently. She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “I wasn’t trying to hide it…” 

Garreth sat quietly, listening to MC.

MC continued “...but I definitely want to be more than friends with you, Garreth.” She couldn’t even look over at the man she was confessing to. Her eyes were glued to the fireworks still bursting in the sky. Garreth didn’t respond for a long moment and MC added, “Just say the word, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

 “You like me? Like me like me? I mean, you have a romantic crush… on me?” Garreth looked deep in thought as if he were turning the concept over in his mind. 

MC slid her hand into her pocket and held her wand, preparing to disapparate at a moment's notice. Her heart hammered in her chest and she wanted so desperately to be invisible. 

“Yes, but…” MC began. “Please know that if you don’t want me to bring it up, I shall not. We can just be friends. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me.” 

“No! No.” He put up his hands in surrender. “I am just surprised is all.” 

MC wanted to shake it out of him, lovingly of course, and yell ‘And!? How do you feel? Do you feel the same?’ Her internal monologue wrestled with her composure. 

Garreth turned to look at MC. “You know… I’ve always felt different around you ever since you came to this school.” 

MC perked up. “Different? How so?” 

Their faces were lit intermittently with flashes of light from the celebration. 

Garreth bit the inside of his cheek “It’s like, I have… what I can only describe as nerves? I’m nervous around you.” 

“Nervous? In a bad way?” MC wondered if she was intimidating at all. She was shorter than him, smaller even. Could her personality be that intense? She held her tongue and waited for his reply. 

Garreth shook his head. “No. It's like there are butterflies in my stomach when I’m near you, or when I know you’re close by. I get this kind of jittery energy when I hear your voice or see you walk by in the halls. Sometimes I can’t eat or get a good night's rest when I know I’m about to see you…”

MC sighed, scooting a bit closer to him. “That’s exactly how I’ve felt around you, Garreth. It’s been that way for a while now.” 

Garreth laughed. “Well, if that's how it feels then…” he trailed off, resting his head in his hands. “I’m way past crushing on you.” 

MC’s heart stopped. The world around them disappeared in a flash. She smiled, she couldn’t help it, she smiled so wide she thought her cheeks would hurt. 

“I like you too, Garreth,” MC reassured, comforting Garreth with a squeeze to his knee. 

Garreth looked over at MC, a small smile tugging at his lips. MC took in a deep breath and dug around for courage. 

She cupped Garreth’s face and waited. When Garreth didn’t flinch away MC continued. “I’m going to kiss you now, Garreth Weasley.” 

Garreth nodded, eyes dropping to MC’s lips. 

MC suppressed the ‘Wah Hoo!’ in her mind and instead opted to pour her excitement into the kiss. Garreth tasted like honey, chocolate, and butterscotch. His lips were so so soft and everything MC had ever dreamt of. 

Their kiss concluded and they both pulled away. Garreth remained close to MC, face lighting up every few seconds with the flash of a new firework. “I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Garreth admitted. 

MC rubbed her finger along Garreth’s reddening cheek. God, he was adorable. “Well, it's very simple. You just-” and she pressed her lips to Garreth’s again. They both smiled into the kiss and Garreth let out a little laugh. 

It was easy to fall into a rhythm. It felt so damn good for MC to express her feelings finally. Their tongues touched and MC slotted her head to the right to kiss Garreth deeper. MC’s hands were in the redhead's hair, rubbing his scalp and tugging lightly at his waves.

Their kisses lasted so long, they hadn’t even noticed that the fireworks show already ended. 

Garreth was showing signs of getting just as worked up as MC felt. He groaned every time MC touched the back of his neck, panting a bit each time MC dared to part the kiss. They’d dive back in after a brief moment of looking at one another, kissing frantically in the dark. 

Garreth tugged at MC’s shirt, releasing the top button. MC froze realizing where they were, and how anyone could walk by and spot them. They needed someplace more private for that kind of fun. An idea erupted in her mind.

“T-to much?” Garreth asked, brows pinched. He released MC’s shirt and placed his hands on his lap. 

“Not at all,” MC reassured, touching his cheek lightly. “Not enough.” MC smiled getting Garreth to crack a smirk. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” 

He nodded. “Well, we can’t go to our dorms.” Garreth mulled the idea over. “Even if we could sneak in, we have roommates.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve got the perfect place. The room of requirement.” MC reassured, pulling out her wand and teleporting them together. 

The world around her disappeared and was replaced by the familiar sight of her personal room in the hidden chamber. The bag of candy appeared with them, spilling out onto the floor. 

Garreth’s mouth dropped. “THE room of requirement?! I’ve never gotten it to open for me!”

MC grabbed Garreth’s hand and tugged him to the middle of the room. “Yes, I have a special room no one is privy to. I used it in my 5th year for my additional studies, I come here every now and then even still.” 

Garreth looked around the mostly empty room. “It doesn’t look, uh… too cozy?” 

He was right. MC looked up at the dome and began to shout. “A bedroom! bed, mattress, couch!?” 

Garreth looked over at MC in confusion. “Uh… Are you alright?”

Just then the wall to the left opened up and a door appeared. Garreth stared at it with wide eyes. A few loud noises came from behind the door before everything was finalized. The door cracked open and MC grinned. 

“I am just dandy!” She took Garreth’s face into her hands and gave him a quick kiss. “Come on!” They locked hands and Garreth followed with a stunned expression on his face. 

“What… just happened?” 

MC shut the door behind them and looked over the large bedroom. The bed was massive with overly gaudy trimmings. The windows behind the bed were floor-to-ceiling showing an underwater scene similar to the one in the Slytherin common room. The ambiance was the same as the main room, moonlit and cozy feeling. All the decorations were a mix of deep forest green and black.

“The room changes to accommodate what I want.” MC kicked off her shoes at the door and Garreth did the same. 

“Anything?!” 

MC laughed. “I have shouted your name before, but you never appeared.” She teased. “So maybe not anything.”

“Oh?” He took a step close to MC. “And why exactly were you shouting my name?” Garreth pulled MC into a heated kiss, smirking all the while. 

“Mmph!” MC gasped at the sudden kiss. She began angling and pulling Garreth toward the bed as their lips met in a frenzy. 

Garreth felt around for the mattress and was the first to sit down. MC followed suit, sitting right beside him. She pulled at Garreth’s shirt to reveal his pale freckled skin. Her hands immediately slid over his soft skin and moved to grip his hips. 

“Is it..” Garreth stopped and looked down at his open shirt. “Do I look okay?” 

The look on Garreth’s face was sincere and MC’s words rush out of her mouth. “What?! You-!” She eyed his chest and began pulling his shirt down over his shoulders. “You’re hot! Garreth…” MC dropped his shirt to the ground and cupped Garreth’s face. “You’re so incredibly handsome I can’t even express it.”

MC practically tackled the very smiley Garreth to the bed, laying them both down as her lips explored the man she’d been dying to taste. She kissed his adam's apple down to his clavicle, licking the dip along the way to his shoulder. 

Garreth let her kiss any place she liked while sliding his hands up and down MC’s sides. MC kissed down his chest, licking her way down to Garreth’s belly button.

“I’m nervous.” Garreth blurted out. 

MC popped her head up and nodded her understanding. “It’s alright. I didn’t mean to press you to do anything you aren’t ready to do.”

Garreth shook his head. “I’ve just never done this before… I want to keep going. I do.” 

MC rolled to Garreth’s side, staying close to him. Garreth turned to face her and they wrapped their arms around one another. 

“It’s alright.” MC took a few deep breaths to cool herself off. She didn’t want to pressure Garreth into anything. Hell, she was glad she got this far. “It’s no different than doing it by yourself… Well, it’s different, but the same concept.” 

Garreth nodded like he understood. 

MC continued. “We can… touch ourselves first before we touch one another. Get an idea of how each other likes to be touched. How does that sound?” Her heart pounded in her ears so loudly that she was worried she wasn’t going to be able to hear the redhead's answer. 

“Okay,” Garreth smiled. “Okay, I can do that.” 

MC wondered if she was having an out-of-body experience. She began undoing the buttons of her own shirt, and Garreth quickly helped her. MC’s shirt and bra were off in half the time and she allowed Garreth’s hands to roam her body. He cupped her breasts eagerly then moved his hands to her hips. 

“So,” MC began, already breathless. “Let’s sit against the headboard.” 

“Yeah, alright.” Garreth moved up the bed and sat on the right side. He adjusted the pillows so he was comfortable. 

MC crawled up after him and sat down, hands already shaking. 

“Are you ready?” MC asked, slowly undoing her belt. 

Garreth watched with wide eyes before rushing to undo his own belt. “I’m ready.” 

MC’s mouth went dry. She took a deep breath and pushed her trousers down a few inches. She rubbed her swollen clit for a moment before she finally sliding a finger inside. She pumped a couple of times before daring to look over at Garreth. 

Garreth was a few steps behind and MC’s stomach sank. She hoped she hadn’t just ruined things by suggesting this. Despite her worry, though, Garreth eventually followed suit. He pulled out his hard cock and started stroking it slowly. 

MC licked her lips. “Fuck… Garreth... You’re so perfect. I…” MC pressed a second finger inside her cunt.  

“MC…” Garreth damn near moaned her name and MC felt her walls throb. “You’re perfect too…” 

They both made eye contact for a moment. Garreth’s eyes dropped to her lips and MC leaned in. Their kiss was sloppy and full of breathless pants. MC didn’t stop fingering herself, opting to keep her ministrations slow and controlled. Otherwise, this would all be over way sooner than she wanted. 

Garreth spread his legs a bit, readjusting his seating. MC pushed her leg against his and used her free hand to slide to the back of Garreth’s head. She wove her fingers into Garreth’s tangle of strands and held him in place for a more heated kiss. 

MC kept a close watch on how Garreth was jerking himself off. She noted the way he often focused on just the tip, then would slide up and down his full length a couple of times before focusing on the tip again. 

Garreth broke the kiss and pressed his forehead into MC’s “Can I touch you?” Garreth asked. 

Fuck YES you can. “Of course, Garreth. I want you to touch me sooo fucking bad.” She bit her lip hard. 

Garreth released his cock and slid his hand up MC’s thigh. 

“Garreth…��� MC’s breath hitched before Garreth had even touched her. “May I touch you as well?” 

“For a moment.” Garreth agreed, slowly sliding his hand between MC’s thighs and rubbing her gently. 

MC reached out and took Garreth’s cock in hand, their arms crisscrossing. “W-why only a moment.” She lost her breath every time Garreth’s soft fingertips slid over her sensitive clit.

MC stroked Garreth the way he showed him how he liked to be touched. 

“Because… Oh, fuck MC… That feels good…” Garreth moaned, pushing his hips up to fuck MC’s fist. “Because I want to use my mouth. Would that be okay?” 

She froze. MC’s mouth hung open, unable to speak. She managed a slight nod and watched a salacious smile wash over Garreth’s features.

Garreth pulled at MC’s hips to get her to lie down on the bed. He pulled down MC’s trousers and panties, removing them from her body. 

MC was in heaven, and she made it known. “Fuck, that feels so good. Oh… shit! Garreth!” He licked every inch of her pussy, eagerly lapping at every spot that made her moan. “Oh… yes, yes, yes. Like that…”

MC watched as Garreth brought his mouth to her core, kissing her heat lightly. He kissed down the slit and licked a long stripe back up to her clit. MC tossed her head back into the pillow and squeezed her eyes shut. The pleasure humming in her body was made even stronger by the fact that it was Garreth fucking Weasely’s mouth. 

MC’s hands dove into Garreth’s hair. She controlled the movements by holding Garreth down every time he made it to her clit. Her hips bucked up to meet his tongue. She didn’t want to get too aggressive for the first time, so she forced herself to let go and allow Garreth to set his own pace. 

“Ohh, oh, Garreth…” MC began to squirm beneath him. “I’m literally so fucking close right now…” 

She looked down and Garreth made eye contact with her. Garreth set a pattern of lapping at her clit, sucking it hard, and then diving his tongue to her opening. Garreth was working her into a frenzy the faster he went.

“Gar…” MC’s hips began to rock in time with his movements, desperately trying to use his face to seek her release. “I’m really really close…. Holy fuck…” 

Garreth didn’t let up. He used his tongue to swirl around her clit before sucking hard on the throbbing nub. His spit and her desire mixed and lubricated everything. The wetness dripped all the way down to her thighs, soaking the bed. Her head lolled back into the pillows. 

“I’m going to…. Garreth. I’m going to cum if you keep doing that…” MC warned him. She whimpered when he didn’t let up.

Garreth didn’t stop doing exactly what he was doing. Each time he sucked on her clit, his tongue would swirl making her body tremble. 

MC began to struggle beneath him, fisting the comforter while her back arched. “Fffffuck! I’m cuming! I’m-” 

Her cunt throbbed against Garreth’s mouth. Garreth kept his pace of sucking and licking while she climaxed. MC was beside herself with pleasure. 

Despite her orgasm coming to a close, Garreth kept licking and sucking her clit, making MC see stars. 

She took deep breaths, steadying herself. She reached down to Garreth and pushed a bit to indicate that she was feeling overstimulated. 

Garreth slid up MC’s limp body and kissed her with fervor. His lips were plump and red and MC sucked lightly on the bottom one. Their tongues melted together and MC tasted the evidence of what he’d just done. She hugged Garreth’s body to hers and felt his still very hard and very leaky cock press against her hip. 

“It’s only fair,” MC pushed Garreth to the side and changed their position. MC hovered overtop a very blushy Garreth and continued. “...that I return the favor.” 

“MC, I’m…” Garreth looked at her apologetically. “I’m not going to last very long.” He let out a breathless chuckle. 

MC sent him a brilliant smile. “Then I guess I’ll have to make the most of it.” 

Both of them helped with removing Garreth’s trousers. They were discarded like all their other clothes. They rest there for a moment, completely bare in one another's presence. 

“I love that every inch of your skin is absolutely covered in freckles.” MC ran her hands over Garreth’s stomach down to his thighs. MC parted Garreth’s legs so she could slot herself between them. 

“That’s good,” Garreth watched with heavily lidded eyes as MC touched him all over his waist and thighs. “Because I’ve tried to scrub them off and they don’t budge. I think they’re permanent.” 

MC cracked a smile. She began to leave precious kisses all along Garreth’s hipbone. “I could try licking them off?” MC teased, laving her tongue over the ginger's skin. 

“Oh!” Garreth’s hips rocked. “You could try that, yeah. It’s worth a shot.” He spoke breathlessly. 

MC’s lips finally met the base of Garreth’s cock. She licked and sucked lightly at the skin, making her way up slowly one side, lingering at the tip, before making her way down the other side. 

“Wow, I-” Garreth took in a sharp breath as MC’s lips wrapped around his head, taking him in only an inch. 

MC took her time licking Garreth’s cock, making sure every inch was wet with her saliva. She popped the head into her mouth and gave her tongue a spiral swirl. 

“Wow wow wow-” Garreth tossed his arm over his face, hiding his expression. 

MC remembered how he had been jerking off earlier and began doing a slow version of that. She focused her hand on the tip for a couple of pumps before sliding down to encompass the rest of the shaft. When her hand wasn’t on the tip, her mouth was, licking and sucking slowly. Based on Garreth’s growing moans, this was working him up nicely. 

“Please!” Garreth whimpered his plea. 

MC’s eyes darted up to see Garreth’s red face twisted in pleasure and desperation. 

“Please, what?” The words just slipped out of MC’s mouth, but she refused to take them back. He always begged in her daydreams, she wanted to hear just a bit of it in real life. 

Garreth groaned, sliding his hand slowly onto MC’s head. “More. Please, a bit more.” He whimpered as MC licked a long path up his hard cock.

MC obliged, taking Garreth’s cock into her mouth. There was no way MC could ever deny this man. She took him deep before sliding back up. “Like this?” 

Garreth’s answer came in the form of several nods. He fixed his hand on MC’s hair and pushed down. 

MC took him faster as he requested, fueled by the little moans that fell from Garreth’s lips. MC took him deeper down her throat and Garreth let out a loud whine. Again and again, MC took him deeper until her nose almost touched Garreths pubic bone. 

Garreth’s hands slid along the comforter trying to find purchase as MC’s throat swallowed around his length. Once she was used to the size, and when she needed air, she slid back up to the tip. 

“I can’t, I can’t-” Garreth moaned as MC took him throat-deep again. “I can’t last like this, shit…shit!” 

MC picked up the pace and allowed Garreth to buck his hips, fucking her face. Garreth’s heels dug into the bed as he thrust upwards. MC held onto his hips while his cock plunged deep into her mouth over and over again. 

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum… Can I cum in your mouth!?” He exclaimed, keeping his rhythm. 

MC mumbled an “Mmhmm” just moments before Garreth erupted in her mouth. 

“Oh shiiit, oh shit, oh shit-” 

MC felt Garreth throb in her mouth, tasting the ropes of cum that she tried to quickly swallow. When Garreth’s thrusting stopped, MC squeezed the base of his dick, sucking lightly to make sure he was completely spent. 

“O-okay okay…” Garreth groaned. “Wow, holy shit.” 

MC wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and slid over to lay beside Garreth. They both caught their breath and MC took Garreth into her arms. They both lay there quietly, trying to regulate their breathing. 

“That was so hot.” MC finally chirped up. “I could cum, untouched just from hearing your whimpering.”

Garreth smiled and shook his head. “I want to do that again.” He nuzzled into MC’s neck. 

MC held him close, sliding her hand up and down his back. “Give me a couple of minutes to recoup and we can most definitely do that again.” 

They both let out a laugh. MC pulled back and looked over Garreth’s features. He was so attractive, especially in his after-glow. 

“So handsome.” MC traced the edges of his face with a light fingertip. 

Garreth grinned and stole a kiss. MC faked a gasp and stole a kiss right back. It was easy to be playful with him. She cuddled close to Garreth’s warm body and let out a contented sigh. 

“Let’s just sleep here for the night.” MC offered. “I don’t want to be parted from you yet…” 

“I don’t want to be parted from you either.” Garreth slotted his leg between MC’s thighs. “Let’s stay like this until morning.” 

“Deal.” 

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Thanks for reading!

I had fun with this fic so I made a female version of it too!

All my fics are tagged as "my writing"

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Baked Beans For Dinner

Pairing: Garreth Weasley x F!MC Word Count: 3,756 Content Warnings: Pregnancy, Financial Trouble, Marital Spats Rating: 18+ (slightly smutty-ish) Synopsis: Garreth Weasley has a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Idk.

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“Fuck! Er...Sorry.” 

You blush at the word that fell out of your mouth in frustration at yet another dropped stitch. You were certain that this bit of clothing wouldn’t be fit for a child unless it was your grandchild at the rate it was taking you to get the hang of the handicraft. You were regretting your decision to ask your mother in law to teach you how to knit more and more with every wonky row and dropped stitch. 

Your outburst was only met with a kind laugh from the older woman sitting beside you on the sofa. Her fingers expertly pulling the yarn into neat little rows, already taking shape into a cap you can’t possibly believe is meant for a real human, given its size. 

“It takes some getting used too, don’t fret, love. You have plenty of time to get it right.” 

Her soft hand paused to pat your shoulder comfortingly, but the knitting needle did not. It waved through the yarn as if guided by an invisible hand. 

“Perhaps I’m just not meant for it, Mrs. Weasley.” You had never felt so defeated, and it was a blow to your ego. You had single handedly taken down entire ashwinder camps, but a knit baby hat is what takes you down? Your mother in law seemed unperturbed by your plight, still knitting away with a serene smile. The silence of the room was split by a loud crack outside the open window. 

“Oh! That’d be Garreth home from work.” You were grateful for the interruption, tossing the pathetic excuse for a knitting project to the side and pulling yourself off of the sofa. Definitively more awkward now with your growing stomach, and Mrs. Weasley joined you, her own knitting project disappearing and placing her hands in yours, helping you to your feet.  

By the time you were in an upright position, Garreth had already made his way inside, clearly not having had a good day. He made his presence known with a slam of the door. Immediately wincing at the sound, and grumbled an apology, kicking out of his shoes. 

The elder Mrs. Weasley gathered her purse before holding your face in her hands, reminding you not to stress yourself out over silly things. It’s bad for baby. You nodded obediently while your husband watched on, but his mind was elsewhere. She pressed motherly kisses to the both of your foreheads before moving past her son towards the door, throwing a look of concern back over her shoulder.  

“Are you two certain you wouldn’t like me to stay? Perhaps fix you dinner?”

Garreth seemed to click back into place, turning to face his mother. 

“No, we're alright, really. Thank you. For sitting with her.” 

Her look of concern at her son didn’t shift as she pressed another quick kiss to his cheek, making him blush and wave her out the door. 

“Well you two send an owl if you need anything. Your father and I will be here in a flash.” 

“Yes, mom. We know. Thank you.” 

When the door closed behind her, Garreth spent a moment with his head pressed against the wood, eyes closed. He only pulled away after the telltale crack of her disapparating pierced the quiet evening. 

“She doesn’t know when to stop.” He was heading towards the kitchen now, mumbling about needing a drink and you followed. Your skin prickling in annoyance at your husband's unsavory mood. 

“Knock it off, Gar. You know she’s just trying to be helpful. Considering…” Your hands caressed your own stomach in front of you, in lieu of finishing the sentence. The motion sending the baby into a flurry of movement. With your due date drawing closer day by day, Garreths mother was kind enough to sit with you for a few hours each day whilst he was at work, both as a precaution and to keep you from climbing the walls in boredom and isolation.  

You had shed more than a few hormone induced tears over the display of maternal affection.

Garreth only offered you a huff of annoyance in response, summoning a glass and a bottle of firewhiskey from the cupboard. Logically you knew he was just in a bad mood. However, the hormones flooding your body had you nearly hysterical over it and traitorous tears filled your eyes, threatening to fall. 

“Alright, Garreth. When you’re ready to be an adult and tell your wife what’s got you in such a foul mood, I’ll be upstairs.” 

You turn on your heel and make your way up the stairs, grabbing the abandoned knitting project along your way. Blinking away tears when you hear cupboards slamming and a glass shatter, followed by your husband cursing. 

The bed makes an unflattering squeak as you ease yourself down to it, grabbing an extra pillow in the process to rest your feet on - a tip from the midwife to help with your sore, swollen ankles. You attempt to get back to your knitting, the tangled mess of yarn even harder to see through your tears. It doesn’t last long, and it ends up being tossed aside once again. You switch your focus to actually trying to stop the tears, hands resting on your belly. 

“You’re making your mom feel real silly, little one. Crying over something so small.” You laugh through the sniffles as the baby kicks, as if they’re taunting you.

The quiet moment with your unborn child was interrupted by a soft knock at the door, then Garreth appeared, slowly making his way into the bedroom. A sheepish look of guilt on his face. 

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“I’m ready to be an adult and talk to my wife about why I’m in such a foul mood.” 

It was only then that you noticed how exhausted he appeared. Despite his attempts at easing the tension in the room with a lighthearted joke. Your heart softened, once again, blaming the baby for your lack of hard resolve. You tapped the bed next to you, inviting him in. 

He breathes a sigh of relief and sits on the bed next to you, nuzzling his face into your neck and inhaling your scent. “M sorry.” His voice is jumbled against your skin and you can’t fight back the giggle at the way his breath tickles you. You let him decompress next to you for a moment longer before gently pushing him up and off your shoulder. 

“Talk to me. What’s going on?” A whimpery sort of sigh falls out of his mouth at your question, his hand picking up yours and playing with your fingers.

“Just hate my fucking job. I wish I was out of there already.” You turn to look at him, pressing a sympathetic kiss to his temple. He’d been working for Iris Ackley at his shop in Diagon Alley since they had graduated Hogwarts. Garreth had been so excited when Ackley had offered him the apprenticeship. Turns out Ackley was a hard man to work for and an even harder man to impress. Despite it all, Garreth was ever enthusiastic about his career and got up each and every morning to do his very best. Which is why he still worked for him, soaking up all of the knowledge the potion master had to offer, tucking it all away for when he could finally open his own shop. “I just had a particularly bad day is all.” He’s sinking deeper into the bed, head now resting against your stomach, He pulls your arm over his shoulder to plop your free hand on to his head. You smile as you run your fingers through his hair, the way you know he wants you too. 

“Come on then, tell me about it.” You tug his hair just a bit, nudging him along. 

“You’re going to be mad.” His voice is soft, scared, tugging on your heartstrings. You brush his hair out of his face, looking down at your husband who is staring straight ahead. 

“I promise to control my temper, no breaking glasses.” You’re teasing him, but his eyes snap to yours, remorse etched into his face. 

“I didn’t, no - it was an accident. I mean, the cupboard slamming was me being a dick but the glass was an accident. I didn’t mean to put it in the sink as hard as I did. I fixed it.” He’s desperately searching your face for signs of something. Anger or hurt. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You didn’t scare me, Garreth. I know I can take you down. Even like this.” Your fingers haven’t stopped their calming ministrations and you smile through your continued teasing, grabbing his hand to place it by his face, on your belly. 

He perks up the tiniest bit and plants a kiss to the spot you had brought his hand too, agreeing with your statement before sitting up straight in a rush. Earning him a laugh from you at the sudden absence of his body near yours. 

“What’s wrong?”

“He moved.” 

“He?” 

The flicker of fear on his face disappears, replaced by a mischievous smile that sends a heated flush through your body. 

“You know I know it’s a boy.” He presses another quick kiss to your belly, still keeping his distance. Since the baby had made their presence more well known in your body, Garreth had been a bit put off by it. He loved their baby, but it still freaked him out a bit whenever he could see or feel the little kicks through your skin. A trait that surprised you, but you still found endearing. You drop the idea of arguing with him about the baby, knowing you’re falling into his game. 

“Stop trying to change the subject, tell me what happened today.” 

He groans dramatically now, becoming more himself, the tension and frustration leaving his body with every minute that he spends at home with you. He plops himself flat on the bed to recount his day. 

“It was fucking stupid. We were stupidly busy all day. It was ridiculous...” He continues on, ranting and raving, hands flying theatrically. You listen intently, your hand returning to his hair, agreeing to his commentary with appropriate sounds of annoyance. 

“… and then. When I was trying to assist a paying customer, some devil children snuck by me behind the counter, into the storeroom and... they knocked over an entire batch of polyjuice potion that Ackley has been brewing for the Ministry.” 

You hiss through your teeth at that, knowing the temper your husband's boss had, knowing the witches and wizards the potion was being brewed for. They were your coworkers after all. 

“Guessing he wasn’t exactly understanding…” 

You trailed off, your husband seeming to shrink as he played back the moment his boss discovered the mess of his storeroom. 

“No. He wasn’t. He was livid. Coming after me about not doing my job properly, how I should have been keeping a better eye on the store, didn’t even mention how the children could have been hurt, which was my first concern. Not the fucking potion.” Garreths face was aflame now, nearly as red as his hair, a mixture of embarrassment and anger at the situation. 

A retort of how important those potions were for the Auror Department nearly fell off your tongue, but you caught it in time, opting to ask after the children, instead. You know the ministry has stores of potions, in cases of emergency like these. There’s no need to further rile up your poor husband. 

“They were fine, thankfully, but they could have been really hurt.” You hum in agreement, fingers gently scraping his scalp in attempts to keep him calm. 

“Is that why you thought I’d be angry? Because you botched a batch of polyjuice meant for the ministry?” You grimace at your own choice of words, feeling your husband tense under your touch. 

“I didn’t botch it, MC. You know Ackley barely lets me touch anything more difficult than a blasted cure for boils.” You don’t need to look down at him to know he’s got a grimace of his own on his face and you apologize for your words. 

“That’s not what I meant, and you know that, but I’m sorry I said it.” He relaxes under your touch once again, silently accepting your apology. 

“That's not why I thought you’d be angry. It’s because.. fuck, please don’t be mad… since Ackley thought the entire debacle was my fault he’s…” He trails off, taking a deep breath and you continue your soft petting of his head, coaxing him on. “… He’s deducting the cost of the ingredients and what he would have made from the potion from my wages.” He goes silent as soon as his words end, body tense once again, awaiting your reaction. 

You mull his words over, numbers filling your head, making you a bit dizzy, math never being your strong suit. 

“Okay.” 

He tenses again, waiting for more and when it doesn’t come he sits up, staring at you with a look of absolute bewilderment. 

“Okay? That’s all you have to say? Okay?” 

You shrug at his confusion, hands now clasped over your belly.

“There‘s nothing we can do about it, Gar.” 

He’s still staring at you, eyebrows drawn together in confusion at your apparent acceptance of the situation. 

“We can’t afford it, MC. Especially not with you… not working.” He says what he needs to say, as gently as he can, knowing the midwife ordered leave of absence before your actual maternity leave was a sore topic for you. 

“I know, but we’ll have to make do. There’s nothing we can do about it, Garreth, and stress is bad for baby.” You echoed his mothers words, with another defeated shrug of your shoulders and he swallowed thickly. Anxiety and stress written all over his face. 

“Perhaps I can find some extra work or ask my parents for help.” His voice is soft, not a thread of his being wanting to choose either of those options. You can see anger curling in him again, in the clenching of his fingers, the furrow of his brow. 

“Don’t get angry, darling. It’s not going to help.” He snorts at your attempts to keep him calm, shaking his head at the duvet beneath him, fingers pulling at loose threads. 

“Do you understand how absolutely awful it feels to not be able to provide for my pregnant wife? That we are in such a precarious financial situation that one missed paycheck is a disaster for us?” He’s still staring at the duvet, looking as if he concentrated hard enough he could set it aflame with his gaze alone. 

The two of you had been fine, not great, but fine when you were still an Auror. When you could still pick up extra work every now and again. Running after poachers and taking care of other odd jobs for the witches and wizards of the countryside who were either too afraid or simply unable to handle it themselves. You had been doing it to keep that adventurous flame in your heart alight. Then, when you got pregnant and were under strict instructions from your husband to ride the desk, and to stay there, you realized how helpful that extra bit of coin was. 

Then when the pregnancy took a larger toll on your body than expected and you had to start your maternity leave early - without pay - your husband's income had suddenly become the sole income, and you felt like an idiot for not realizing the toll that it was taking on him. The pressure he must be feeling, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. 

You knew there was nothing you could say, or do to rectify this situation but the guilt settled in the pit of  your stomach like a rock. The reappearance of tears in your eyes had you tapping into whatever reservoir of self control you had left in the body that was no longer entirely your own. You sniffed them away, wiping them with the back of your hand. Steeling yourself for the sake of your husband, who was properly pouting now. 

“Garreth, love. There’s nothing we can do about it. We just have to get through it. And we will. We always do. We’ve been through much worse.” He had sat up, back turned to you so you ran your fingers under his shirt, lightly caressing the skin along his spine, making him shiver. Drawing his attention back to you, and out of his head. “Remember that awful flat we had in London, after we first graduated? I was still in Auror training and you were apprenticing with Ackley?” 

Garreths face flickered with a smile, before his gaze fell to your stomach and he twisted back around to face you, sitting cross legged on the bed, both of his hands pressing against your body, where you were growing his child. 

“Yeah. Of course I remember, but we didn’t have this to worry about then.” His fingers clenched the fabric of your dress, in love and in frustration. “It was just us. We could do without. I don’t ever want hi-them to want for anything.”  

You tried to hide the exasperated sigh that fell from your lungs, but it made its appearance anyway and you closed your hands over his. 

“They will never want for love, Garreth. And that is what’s important.” His face softens ever so slightly and there’s even a hint of a smile when the baby kicks against your hands.

You can feel his energy shift, as he settles into acceptance. Taking a deep breath, exhaling all of the stress of his day. 

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” He’s nodding, but there’s a mischievous glint in his eye that has you quirking an eyebrow in his direction. “Who needs food? Clothes? Shelter? Not our kid! They’ve got love.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, being playfully petulant, which earns him a shove at his shoulder and you pout back at him. 

“He’s going to be so very loved, Garreth. Your mom has practically already knit him an entire wardrobe.” When he doesn’t respond, you look away from where you were watching the baby kick against the skin of your stomach and at your husband, who’s staring at you with a dopey smile, eyes wide. 

“What?” 

He responds to your confusion with a shake of his head, smile unfaltering and leaning forward to press a happy kiss to your lips. You return it with a similar smile, his happy energy infectious as always. 

“What, Garreth?” He kisses you again, before moving his lips to your ear. 

“You said him.”  He chuckles at you when you shove him away and he collapses to your side, resting his head back on your shoulder with a smile. “You did! You said both he and him. So technically, you said it twice.” 

You attempt to shrug him off of your shoulder, but he stays put, his bright laughter in your ear. 

“It was an accident. And you’re going to feel awfully silly if it’s a girl.” You're attempting to glare at him, the slightest blush on your cheeks at your slip up. You also thought it was a boy, but it was entertaining to tease your husband about his dedication to his paternal instinct on the sex of your baby. 

“Hmmm… No. I’ll love her just the same. I just know it’s a boy.” He reaches forward, and you’re expecting his hand on your belly again but he moves past it, hand digging into the blankets. “Speaking of knitting… the hell is this?” His hand is back in front of you, the mess of yarn and knitting needles in his fist, a look of curious amusement on his face. 

Your face flares red as you attempt to take it from him, but he’s faster, pulling it from your reach and holding it to the far side of him to get a good look at your pathetic attempt. 

“Your mom is trying to teach me how to knit.” You’re crossing your arms in your own little pout now, refusing to look with him. “Turns out I’m a bit shit at it.”

Where you expect him to reassure you, he just laughs and tosses it on to the side table. 

“Yeah, that’s quite shit actually.” You gasp at his lack of consolation, pushing him away when he tries to kiss you again. He rolls with it, pressing kisses to your jawline instead, laughing into your neck. “What? You’re good at everything, love. It’s about time we found something you’re terrible at.” You roll your eyes, not that he can see it with the way his lips are moving down to your shoulder, his fingers pulling back the fabric to get at the skin there. 

You pull away, moving to get out of the bed when he crawls over you, albeit carefully to avoid pressing down on your stomach, caging you in. You press your hands against his chest, eyes staring into his, a familiar, lustful, look on his face. 

“I have to go make dinner.” You’re half heartedly attempting to get out from under him, but you can feel your breathing hitch when he moves one knee up, between your legs.

He’s trying to kiss you again, and this time you let him, He presses his forehead against yours, nosing your face.

 “Hmm. Better not. We have to ration our resources.” You erupt into a fit of giggles at his theatrics, and he smiles with you before pressing his lips against yours, deeper this time, tongue swiping at your bottom lip. You pull away with a deep breath. 

“Do you think you’re going to get lucky after you just insulted my attempts to clothe our child?” He chuckles against your jaw, where he’s playfully nipping your skin, his hands pushing your dress up your body, letting the fabric pool at your hips. 

“Not only am I hoping to make love to my beautiful wife. I’m hoping that it will send you into labor so I don’t have to face Ackley again tomorrow.” His lips continue roaming your body, a smile on his face and you let out a soft, unintended moan when he adjusts his knee, pressing it harder against you. 

You concede his point, agreeing that it’s at least worth a shot. After all, he’s already all but lost his paycheck. 

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x f!mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #idk what this is #i hate it a lot tbh #:) #the title is a song btw

[fandoms-are-my-h0me]

Home For The Holidays

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Word Count: 1,209

Rating: E (Smut, Oral and Vaginal Sex, slight breeding kink, NSFW, MDNI)

Summary: It's the holidays and you and Garreth are finally able to spend some time together. The topic of the future comes up.

A/N: This is my first fic so please be nice. I am so glad to have been able to join in on this little project! ❤

As you open the door to your little cottage, you are met with the warmth from a fire and the most heavenly aroma of dinner cooking. Sliding off your jacket and scarf, you place them down before heading over to kitchen to see the familiar red hair of your husband, Garreth Weasley, with his back facing you. He wasn’t supposed to be home until much later due to having to close the shop despite it being Christmas eve but maybe by some miracle he had gotten done early. You make your way over to him before wrapping your arms around him, placing your hands on his chest and your face against his back before he notices you.

“There is my little wife. I almost wondered if I would have to go searching for you. Can’t believe you would be late for our anniversary dinner” He jested as he leaned down to press a soft kiss against your lips which made you roll your eyes before returning the kiss. You could tell he must have been eating the cookies you had baked the day before just by how his lips tasted of candy canes and chocolate. As he pulls away, he brings the spoon from the soup towards your lips. “Just want to make sure it is perfect. Don’t forget to blow.” The warmth of the soup helped your body defrost and the rich flavors made you wonder what new spice concoction he had tested out this time though it only enhanced it.

After dinner, you both stood around the Christmas tree as you decorated it while soft music played in the background, having pushed it off due to both of your crazy work schedules. As you pulled out an ornament that his family had given to you two during your wedding, you couldn’t help but smile a bit before you peeked around the tree to look at Garreth. His eyes seemed to glimmer amongst the colorful lights, and he had his tongue sticking out a bit in concentration as he tried to figure out where to place the ornament he was holding.

You still couldn’t believe this was your life sometimes, this being one of the times. Had someone asked you a couple of years back if you would see yourself settling down with Garreth, you would have given them a look. You both had seen each other as mostly friends since you joined Hogwarts in your fifth year, but something had shifted during your last year. You weren’t sure if it was both of you maturing or if it was the jealousy, you had felt when you saw him flirting with other girls but one night during a study session, you both got into a small argument before confessing your feelings to one another. Ever since that day, you both had been inseparable and when he proposed to you during graduation, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic. Though some might say they should have waited till they were a bit older and had a bit more money, they both had made this old cottage into the home they both had envisioned.

“Hey, everything ok?” A warm voice pulled you from your thoughts as Garreth stared at you with a concerned look on his face.

“Oh yes, just thinking about everything between us and about the future. I know that might be silly since we have only been married for a year, but I think we both are ready to talk about this.” You say before looking at Garreth for confirmation that he had the same idea. He walks over to you and places his hands over yours before noticing the ornament you were still holding.

“Oh, that kind of conversation. I honestly also have been thinking about having our own little family as well. It doesn’t help when most of the customers at Pippin’s have been students from Hogwarts grabbing ingredients for their last classes before the holiday break started or even just young families coming in to get what they need. Do you really want a family?” He asks as he rubs his hands up and down your arms in a comforting way while a smile graced his lips.

You wouldn’t deny that you were dreaming of kids running around the cottage more these days and now that you both were in a better financial standing, you wondered if it was a sign that it was time to start a little family. You look up at him, a smile gracing your lips before you nod your head. He pulls you into another loving kiss with a bit of excitement in it as he places his hands on your waist. “Would it be silly to ask if we try tonight?” he says with a mischievous smile and glint in his eyes.

It wasn’t long till both of your clothes were off and you were on your back near the fireplace, Garreth in between your legs as he worked on getting you ready to take him. You could tell he was enjoying himself by the moans and growls he let out while eating you out as your fingers tangled in his ginger locks. You could feel that familiar tightness in your core start to grow before he pulled away, teasing you as you let out a whine which was swallowed by his lips against yours while her rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Ready for me, dear?” He cooed before sliding into you, knowing your answer before you even spoke it.

Both of your moans filled the living room as you both chased your high, Garreth’s hips bucking with a steady and deep pace while your legs wrapped around his hips. You lean your head back as he starts to gently kiss and suck at your skin, your mind growing hazy with desire. “Fuck Garreth, right there!!” You moan as he rubs against your sweet spot before you feel yourself coming undone, squealing his name as your nails run down his back. You could feel his movements start to stutter as he was getting closer, so you decide to help him by looking him in the eyes before speaking in a sultry begging tone. “Please Garreth, please cum inside me. I want to carry your baby even if it takes fucking in every room of this house.” That was all it took before Garreth slammed into you before growling as he came, filling you up with the warmth of his seed. He made sure to stay deep inside you for a couple of minutes before pulling out, panting as he looked at you. “You ae something else, you know?” He says with a slight chuckle.

As you both lay on the couch, your head on his chest and his hand stroking your hair, you couldn’t be more content with your life. The sight of snow starting to fall outside your window was soon forgotten as the grandfather clock in the corner started to charm signaling that it was now midnight. “Merry Christmas, Garreth.” You said before your chin was tilted up, so you were staring at him. “Merry Christmas, my love. Let this Christmas be the start of our new future. I love you so much.”

#garreth weasley x f!mc #garreth weasley #hogwarts legacy garreth #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley x reader

[metal-mouse]

Don't Ever Leave

pairing: Garreth Weasley x f!MC (M/F pairing)

themes: 18+ minors DNI. smut. fluff. so, so many tropes. pourn with plot. confessing feelings. idiots in love.

warnings: smut. p in v. unprotected sex. a hint of body worshipping. f receiving oral. not even an attempt to pull out.

summary: 7.1k words of whatever this is. It has been one year since you have graduated from Hogwarts. You've returned to Hogsmeade for some shopping, and you run into a familiar face. You spend the afternoon catching up with Garreth Weasley, when a rain storm rolls in preventing you from returning home.

note: I'm thirsty for Garreth Weasley and I'm a filthy slut for tropes. This got way longer than I expected it to. Editing? Never heard of her. Unicorns shed their horns like moose because I said so. I'll make a Garreth stan out of you if it's the last thing I do 😤

tagging @the-ominis-gaunt and @cuffmeinblack bc the red haired boi.

s/o to @anto-pops for letting me yell in the dms and also being an enabler and a pot-stirrer. luv u.

You called one last good-bye to Albie Weekes as you left his shop stepping into the cool November air. It had been well over a year since you’d last stepped foot in Hogsmeade, and it was nice to catch up with some old friends. Your next step would be visiting Parry Pippin, who had been most fond of you while you were in school. You’d always helped him make deliveries to Fatimah Lewang, which had gotten you a decent amount of pocket money. He had always paid you handsomely for having to deal with that unpleasant woman. You made your way up the street towards the potions shop, savoring the sights and sounds of the bustling village. Seeing students wander the streets talking and laughing filled you with so many fond memories. You could almost see yourself with Sebastian and Ominis, or perhaps Garreth Weasley, walking through the village and stopping in at the shops. 

Your mind lingered on the idea of walking through Hogsmeade with Garreth. The two of you had formed a very close friendship in your sixth year. You had been immensely fond of him, and something deep down inside of you had always hoped the two of you might become more than just friends. Besides Sebastian and Ominis, he was the one you spent the most time with. The amount of time the two of you had spent flirting was obscene, with delicate touches and priceless banter. Garreth had been quick to blush, and how you loved to make him blush. 

You got to the entrance of J. Pippin’s, and were jolted by the door opening suddenly. A man with a friendly face and a messy head of red hair bumped into you. 

“Garreth?” You said, momentarily wondering if you’d accidentally summoned him.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, and then frowned at his choice of words, “er… I mean It’s lovely to see you!” He added quickly. You couldn’t help but smile at the blush that bloomed across his cheeks. 

“I needed to buy a new broom, I figured I’d come and visit some of the other shopkeepers while I’m here.” You said. 

“Still up to trouble, I gather?” He asked. 

“Naturally.” You gave him a wink. He laughed, and opened his arms for a hug. You embraced him briefly before stepping back and inspecting him. In the year since you’d seen him last he’d grown out of being the boy you knew. He was taller, his shoulders broader and he looked obviously strong under his clothes - which you noticed were very well tailored. The boyishness of his round cheeks had lessened, his cheekbones and jawline more defined now. You’d thought him handsome while in school, but now… he was breathtaking. 

“I can’t believe you’re really here.” Garreth said, his eyes searching your face. 

“I only live over in Feldcroft. It’s not that far a journey. I’m more surprised to see you here.” You said. A sullen look flashed across his face so fast you almost thought you’d imagined it. 

“Feldcroft? Are you living with Sallow?” He asked, an unexpected bite to his voice. 

“Anne Sallow, yes. Sebastian and Ominis moved to London to be closer to work. What have you been up to?” 

“Oh… right! I… well… it’s a little embarrassing.” His hand reached up to push his hair back. 

“What, are you shoveling dragon dung for a living?” You asked. He shot you a scandalized look.

“No, I’m Parry Pippin’s assistant.” You arched a brow at his response. That seemed like a respectable job to you. 

“Why would that be embarrassing? Mr. Pippin is an excellent potioneer.” 

“Speaking of Mr. Pippin, he is patiently waiting for one Mr. Weasley to go gather his ingredients.” Parry Pippin’s voice made you nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over to the shopkeeper, who had his hands on his hips and a little frown on his face. Garreth’s face flushed again. 

“Hello, Mr. Pippin!” You reached out and shook his hand. 

“It’s lovely to see you dear, now, if you’re insistent on distracting my assistant, why don’t you make yourself useful and help him collect the ingredients I need? He could use someone to watch his back.” Mr. Pippin said sternly. It was your turn to blush. You looked over to Garreth who had a hopeful look on his face. You nodded, it wasn’t like you were expected anywhere else - not with Anne visiting Ominis and Sebastian - and there was no way you could say no to that face. You would certainly rather be with him than be in the frigid sky on your way to an empty house. After a final sharp word from Mr. Pippin, Garreth started on the road that would take you towards the Forbidden Forest. 

It felt a little surreal, to be walking down that familiar path with Garreth Weasley. Truth be told, you hadn’t anticipated running into any of your school friends. You hadn’t really been close with many students under your year, and most of your friends were busy with their new jobs. Natty was back in Uganda, Poppy was running around the wilderness looking for beasts, Ominis was apprenticing in Diagon Alley, Sebastian was working in the Auror’s office… Even Anne seemed to be spending more and more time in London. 

You did think it a little amusing that you found yourself yet again protecting someone while they entered a dangerous location. It had become a habit during your school years, and it seemed to be carrying into your graduate life. The villagers in Feldcroft often asked for your help when it came to potentially dangerous situations. 

“I needed a job so I could save up and open up my own shop - Mr. Pippin was looking for someone to help out around his shop, it just seemed right.” Garreth said, jolting you from your thoughts. His tone was a little dejected, as though it was a disappointment for him to not own his own shop. 

“It certainly gives you good access to ingredients for your experiments. You’ve only just left school, you have loads of time Gar. You’re brilliant, I know you’ll have your own shop in no time.” You said encouragingly. He really was brilliant at potion-making, despite his unfortunate mishaps with his personal experiments. 

“You think so?” He asked, a little smile on his face. You nodded in response, returning his smile. His green eyes seemed to sparkle as he held your gaze for a moment - before promptly tripping over his own feet and stumbling. You moved on reflex, your arms wrapping around his, and hauling him upwards so he didn’t fall down. 

“Even if you can’t walk in a straight line to save your life, yes I do think so.” You said, laughing at him. His face was red as he joined in your laughter.

“I can walk perfectly straight, thank you very much.” 

“Hurt your pride, did I?” 

“At least I can reach the top shelf.” 

“That’s a low blow, Weasley.” 

“Yes, because you’re so close to the ground.” 

You and Garreth bickered back and forth as you walked along, without realizing you were still holding onto his arm. You loved spending time with Anne, and you did appreciate your neighbours in the village, but this was wonderful. It had been a long time since you’d laughed like this. Before you knew it, you stood at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest. You dropped his arm, pulling your wand out of the hidden pocket inside your coat. 

“Alright, I’ve got to find unicorn hair and hopefully some unicorn horns. They’re shedding this time of year.” Garreth said. 

“Really? That’s not going to be easy. I know where some unicorns stay, but it’s very deep in the forest.” You said, frowning a little. You’d gone to see the unicorns several times during your time at school, especially after you’d chased all the poachers out of the woods. You wondered if they would remember you - and if they would just run from Garreth. 

“You know where their den is?” He looked at you with an amazed expression. 

“Well, Poppy Sweeting wasn’t the only one who was fond of magical beasts.” You said, stepping through the gate towards the forest. You’d never shown anyone the Room of Requirement, preferring to keep it your own little sanctuary. There was no way Garreth would have known about your beast rescuing services. He merely tilted his head in agreement and followed you through the gate. 

It had been a long time since you’d set foot in the ancient feeling forest, and it was just as unnerving. Despite going into the forest countless times, the feeling of it was something you’d never gotten used to. It was always so unnaturally quiet, despite the abundance of life you knew dwelled under the dark canopy of trees. Garreth’s hand quietly found yours, and you didn’t have it in you to tease him about it. The forest could really be scary. You didn’t speak as you guided him down the path, trying to remember the way to the unicorns all while listening carefully for the tell-tale signs of trouble. You navigated the twisting paths, taking the route which you recalled to have the least amount of spiders. 

You both froze when a spine-chilling howl echoed in the distance. Garreth’s hand tightened over yours. You had no idea what sort of beast had made that horrible noise, and you weren’t in a rush to find out. Dark mongrels you could handle. Werewolves, you weren’t all that eager to try and fight. Anything else… Unless it was small and easily defeatable, you truly weren’t interested today.

“Please tell me we’re not going towards that.” He whispered to you. You shook your head, looking towards the direction of the noise. It was, thankfully, in the wrong direction. 

“I can’t believe he wanted you to come here alone.” You whispered, unwilling to speak any louder. You wondered in part if that was because of Parry Pippin’s cowardice. The man wasn’t exactly known for his bravery, which was showcased so brilliantly in the delivery job he’d given you. If he wasn’t able to face Madam Lewang, how in the world would he have faced the forest and its denizens? Perhaps you’d have to have a talk with the master potioneer upon your return. You gently tugged on Garreth’s hand and started walking again - increasing your pace when another howl echoed. 

“You never said what you’re doing now that school’s done.” He said quietly, clearly desperate to break up at least some of the tense silence. 

“I’m not really doing much these days, I mostly help around Feldcroft and take care of Anne. St. Mungos reckons they’ve nearly got a cure.” You said, stepping over a large root and turning slightly to make sure Garreth didn’t trip over it. After everything you’d done, from stopping the Goblin rebellion to destroying the poacher trade in the Scottish Highlands, you figured you were owed a well deserved break - not that you were doing much relaxing. 

“That’s wonderful to hear, I always did like Anne…” He trailed off, as though there was something more he wanted to say. Heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly, and you shoved Garreth into the shadows against a tree before pressing against him trying to make the pair of you as inconspicuous as possible. He made no noise as a troll thumped across the path. You were steadily growing more annoyed with Mr. Pippin by the minute. What if he had been alone? It was inexcusable! You at least knew you could take on a fully grown troll. He may have been decent at defense against the dark arts, but Garreth had never fought a troll on his own. Hell, even Sebastian struggled and that was with your help. It was a tense few moments before the troll moved deeper into the forest.

“Come on. He didn’t see us.” You kept the steady pace up. 

“This is awful. How in the world are you still alive? I am so sorry for asking you to collect ingredients for me all the time.” Garreth hissed as he followed you. You snorted, his requests for you to go into the forest were often the least dangerous adventures you went on. The forest got darker as you ventured deeper, and now you really had to be on your guard. You jumped when something wet and cold dripped onto your face, and looked up with your wand out. You sighed when you felt more drops and realized it was just raining. You wondered if you’d lost your nerve, which was not helped when Garreth huffed a laugh at your reaction. 

“Not a word out of you, Weasley.” You shot a glare over your shoulder. 

“Are you frightened of the rain? Do you need me to protect you?” He teased. A stick cracked nearby, and with a nervous gasp he moved closer to you. You smirked a little, not even needing to tease him for his face to go red. You fell into silence once more, hoping the rain would stay light. If it was storming by the time you were due home, you weren’t going to be happy about it. Hand in hand and wands at the ready, you and Garreth pushed on into the darkness. 

You smiled when you heard the soft nickering of horses. You pulled Garreth to the side behind some bushes, quietly casting the disillusionment charm on yourself. He did the same, and you guided him forwards a little. You let go of his hand, beaming at the sight of the unicorns in front of you. You could feel him looming over your shoulder, his fingers gently pressing against the small of your back. It was a stunning sight, to have so many of these rare beasts all in one spot. 

“They’re beautiful.” He bent to whisper in your ear. You nodded despite the fact he couldn’t really see you. 

“Stay here. I want to see if they’ll let me approach them.” You whispered back, stepping away from him and removing the charm. You stepped forward slowly, letting yourself be seen by the unicorns. A massive white stallion moved forwards, staring you down with deep-set eyes. His coat was majestic, it almost seemed to glow despite no light hitting it. You stopped, and lifted your hands carefully. A loud whinny made you look to your left, and you gasped when Hazel the unicorn trotted happily towards you.

“Hazel! You look wonderful, my friend.” You said, smiling at her as she stopped before you. You lifted your hand and gently stroked her forehead. She truly did, her coat was shining bright as ever and she was plump from eating well. You flicked your wand, summoning a horse brush to give her a nice brush down. You momentarily forgot about Garreth as a few other unicorns you recognized moved in closer - including Hazel’s mate who you had named Ares, and the now-grown foal they’d had just over two years ago that you called Honey. You were laughing now, greeting each of them and letting them all take their turns with your brush and summoning little treats for each of them. 

You took a moment to glance around the clearing that they lived in, and indeed there were a few horns littered around the ground. You looked over your shoulder to where Garreth was hidden behind the bush, and carefully beckoned to him. The unicorns froze, going on high alert as he took a careful step into the clearing. 

“This is Garreth, he’s my friend.” You said, the word friend leaving a slightly bitter taste in your mouth. He came to stand beside you, careful not to move too quickly. He didn’t want to frighten them. Hazel moved a little closer to you, assessing him carefully. You swore that she understood everything you ever told her, and when she turned her head towards you and then back to him you felt that she knew just who he was. You held your hand out for Garreth’s, and he placed his hand in yours without hesitation. You lifted his hand, gently pressing it to Hazel’s forehead and stroking it downwards in the way she liked to be pet above her nose. You watched him while he repeated the motions you showed him, reveling in the awed look on his face. His green eyes were wide, and almost sparkling. A smile slowly spread as his nerves faded, and he met your gaze. He was so handsome it almost hurt. To see him so happy to be doing something that you loved… you hadn’t expected it to make your heart pound like this. 

“Hello! It’s lovely to meet you.” Garreth addressed Hazel, and you thought you were going to drop dead at the way that made you feel. You thought about how so many witches and wizards completely disregarded beasts and their intelligence, and to see someone so important to you regard beasts with respect… you were getting flustered with the overwhelming urge to kiss him. 

The rain really started to pick up now, and you were reminded that you stood in the middle of the Forbidden Forest, probably surrounded by dangerous creatures. You and Garreth got to work, he searched for fallen horns while you brushed unicorn tail hairs out carefully. 

“You know, this has turned out to be a very pleasant adventure.” Garreth said conversationally, coming closer to you to help with harvesting some tail hairs.

“Are you only saying that because Pippin won’t be complaining about his unicorn ingredients now?” You asked with a grin. 

“Not at all! It’s nice to see you again. If I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure I would. I’d assumed you would disappear wherever Sallow went.” He said, giving you a nervous glance. Your brows furrowed as you thought about what he’d just said. Why in the world would he assume that? 

“With Sebastian? What do you mean?” You asked. 

“Well… It wasn’t just me who thought this, of course, but I thought you would end up marrying him. You two were always so close.” He said awkwardly. You were close with Sebastian, and you had been through a lot with him, but not once did you see him as a romantic partner. You could understand why others may have thought that; the man was an unbearable flirt after all, but he’d never sought you romantically either. In fact, you’d played wing-man for him far too many times to count. 

You shook your head, “Sebastian and I were never romantically involved, nor will we ever be. That would be like kissing my brother.” You cringed at the thought of kissing Sebastian. Garreth was quiet for a long time. You looked over at him and saw him deep in thought as he gently brushed Honey’s tail. 

“Oh… so, you’re not… involved with anyone?” He asked, tilting his head cautiously. 

“No, Garreth, I am not.” You said. Your love life was indeed woefully empty. Some part of you still clung to the idea of somehow being with him. Why would he even be bringing this up? Did he truly care about your love life, or was he being polite?

The rain was lashing down now, leaving you both absolutely drenched while you worked. The unicorns began to retreat deeper into the woods now, looking to find some sort of shelter from the rain. You had started to shiver from the cold rain, chilling you down to the bone. Hazel was the last to leave, leaning against the palm of your hand one last time before turning and walking through the trees into the darkness. It was bittersweet, seeing the unicorn go. You resolved to come back and visit more often - you’d handled the forest as an inexperienced witch, you had so much more skill and experience now to navigate the twisting paths. You looked around, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and gain some sort of warmth. The thick clouds in the sky and the rapidly setting sun bathed the surrounding forest in an impossibly dark shade of black. 

When the clearing was suddenly bathed in light, you turned to see Garreth holding his wand with its tip shining brightly between his teeth as he finished stuffing unicorn hairs and horns into the satchel he’d brought with him. He looked at you, and you squinted as the light hit your eyes. 

“You’re blue! Come on, let’s get you somewhere warm and dry.” He said, taking his wand out of his mouth. You frowned, not happy that your little adventure was coming to an end. Garreth was right, you were freezing. Your hands had gone numb, and you could feel your teeth starting to chatter a little. It was going to be a long trip back to Feldcroft. You lamented your loss of the Hogwarts floo system, an annoying decision Phineas Nigellus Black had made upon your graduation. 

“I’ve g-got to p-pick up my br-broom from Alb-bie. Got t’ f-fly home.” You stammered out, the cold effectively locking your jaw. A powerful gust of wind made the trees swish and made you even colder. 

“Don’t be stupid. You’re going to fly home in this? You’ll catch your death.” Garreth shook his head, holding his hand out. You took it, and he apparated before you could even put another word in. 

You looked up at the little cottage you stood in front of, blinking in surprise. You supposed Garreth did have a point - the wind had picked up far too much now, flying would be dangerous. You’d go see Sirona again and see if she had any rooms available. Garreth unlocked the door to the cottage and practically dragged you inside. The door closed behind you, and the lamps flickered to life lighting up a cozy little living area. Garreth wordlessly waved his wand towards the fireplace on the wall adjacent to the door and it roared to life almost instantly flooding the room with delicious warmth. 

You moved closer to the fire, looking around the room as you did. There were two narrow bookcases crammed full on either side of the fireplace, and a squashy green armchair and matching loveseat with a small wooden table in front of the fire. On the next wall was a potions station complete with an extensive storage system. On the other side of the room was a small kitchen with a little dining table that had only two chairs. A door on the very back wall led to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was a charming little house, somehow very maximalist despite not having much for decor - how typical of him. Leander Prewett had once described their dormitory to you, and he apparently hadn’t changed much in terms of taste. 

“Are you listening?” Garreth’s voice jolted you out of your snooping. You looked at him, shaking your head. 

“I wasn’t, I’m sorry.” You said, your jaw still tight. Your wet clothes were extremely uncomfortable. 

“I was saying that I’ll find you something dry to wear, just follow me.” He sounded equal parts amused and concerned. You nodded, and followed him up the narrow flight of stairs that led up to a loft. A four poster bed lay under the window, with a desk on one of the other walls and a large armoire across the room from the bed. The walls up here were much less bare, with the Gryffindor coat of arms hanging above the desk, and banners from different Quidditch clubs decorating the walls. He also had some artwork on the walls, including photos from school. You turned, and watched him open the doors to his armoire and dig through it looking for some dry clothing. He tossed a soft looking green jumper onto the bed, and dug around a little more before pulling out a pair of pyjama pants. 

“Thank you.” You said, taking the pants out of his hand as he walked towards you. You set the pants on the bed next to the jumper. You were too cold and too uncomfortable to care that he was still in the room as you began to fumble to take off your soaked clothing. Garreth made a startled noise, whirling around and looking away from you. 

“Do you want me to go?” He asked in a panicked tone. 

“Don’t care. Too cold.” You mumbled, shedding your wet clothes onto the floor and pulling the jumper over your head. It was an immediate relief. It was massive, hanging almost to your knees, and so warm already. You pulled on the pyjama pants which were far too big for you. You took a step forward to pick up your wet belongings, and the pants promptly dropped right to your ankles making you giggle. Garreth turned around at the sound of your laugh, and saw the pyjama pants pooled at your feet. 

“A little big, I suppose.” He said sheepishly. You waved him off, picking up the pants and putting them back onto the bed. You’d just go without, you were fully covered - what difference would it really make? 

You took your wet clothes downstairs so he could get changed in peace. You pushed open the door to what you thought was the bathroom and were pleased to see you were right. Along one wall was a rope with some clothes already hanging to dry, you just added yours to the mix. You took a moment to towel dry your hair, before standing directly in front of the fire to capitalize on the pleasant heat with your eyes closed and hands outstretched.

“Enjoying yourself?” Garreth asked, and you nodded without opening your eyes. He chuckled and nudged you to the side so he could also capture some of the warmth of the fire. You blinked your eyes open, looking up at him. His hair hung in his eyes, messier than usual thanks to the rain. It was strangely intimate, seeing him in a comfy jumper and pyjama pants with wet hair. It was something so mundane, but it felt… personal. You forced your eyes back to the fire with a newfound determination to just never look at him ever again. Your eyes slowly closed again, this time from the day’s journey catching up with you. Garreth huffed another laugh, and hooked an arm around you to help you back up the stairs to his bedroom. 

“You’re asleep on your feet, you can just sleep here.” He said, helping you sit down on his bed. You didn’t protest, allowing him to pull back the thick quilt while you made yourself comfortable. Garreth mumbled something about delivering the ingredients to Mr. Pippin, and he disappeared. In his absence, you couldn’t fight the sleep. You were so warm in his soft bed surrounded by the smell of him, and you drifted off to sleep. 

There was no way to tell what time it was when you were startled awake by a loud clap of thunder. 

“It’s only a storm.” Garreth’s voice came from the floor. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and blinking. The room wasn’t completely dark, the light from the fire downstairs gave the loft a dim light. As the blankets fell from your shoulders, you shivered against the cold air. 

“What’re you doing on the floor?” You asked. 

“You’re in the bed?” He said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. You rolled your eyes and beckoned towards him.

“Don’t be stupid, you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want you to anyways.” You grumbled. Sleeping on the ground? You were adults, you could share a bed. You’d only bite if he asked, anyways. He stood up and sat down on the edge of the bed beside you. You absently reached out and fixed his hair so it wasn’t in his eyes. His eyes searched your face with a cautious expression.

“Am I a fool?” Garreth asked you suddenly, making you frown. 

“A fool? What for?” You asked.

“For thinking that there is something to that look in your eyes. That there is some part of you who might want more,” Garreth’s hand closed around your arm and you stared at him stupidly, “there have been so many times I’ve wondered if I should just kiss you, or if it’s all a hopeless daydream. This past year without getting to see that look has been agony. I haven’t known if it was all in my head, if you were with Sallow or someone else, if I ever stood a chance.” An agonized look passed across his face in the dim lighting and he looked away from you. All of your breath left your body like you’d been punched in the chest. This day truly had taken a turn you’d never expected.  

“Gar…” You murmured. 

“A week ago, I’d thought that I could try to move on, and now you’re here. You’re in my house, you’re in my clothes, in my bed… I feel like I’m going mad.” His voice was thick with emotion, and his distress was visible. His hand left your arm. Garreth reached towards your face, but hesitated and started to pull his hand back. You took it and brought it to your cheek. 

“I..” You opened your mouth, cursing your sleep-addled brain for being unable to come up with a reasonable response. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him. You wanted to tell him that you loved him, and you’d been hoping and wishing he’d say he felt the same about you. A flash of lightning showed Garreth’s pained expression as he awaited your response. There weren’t enough words in the world that could adequately describe the way he made you feel. You would rearrange all the stars in the sky if he asked you to, and you didn’t know how to tell him that. 

“I love you.” You whispered instead, and watched as Garreth’s expression changed from stunned to bright as sunshine. You let out a gasp as he lunged forward and kissed you with so much fervor he knocked you onto your back. He pulled back and started to apologize, so you wrapped your arms around him and tugged him back down as you kissed him. Garreth’s strong arms held you tight against him. His kiss was sweet as honey, and you poured every drop of emotion you held into it. You might not be able to tell him how you feel, but you could certainly show him. As your tongue brushed against his lower lip, Garreth let out a groan that seemed to settle right between your legs. You wondered what other delightful noises he was capable of, arousal swiftly spreading through you. 

You spread your legs a little bit, and he fell right between them with a surprised noise. He lifted his head a little, looking at you with a look of disbelief. You could see the want in his eyes, but you could also see the hesitation. You gently squeezed his waist with your bare thighs, and you could see his cheeks going an even darker red. 

“I want you.” You whispered, tugging him down for another kiss. Garreth relented with a gleeful look in his eye, his hands gripping your hips holding you in place as he gently ground against you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue lazily exploring your mouth. His broad hands slowly moved under your borrowed jumper, stroking over your skin slowly and gently. The feeling of his skin against yours was heavenly, and he already had you wanting more. It was unfair that he had this effect on you. 

“You have my heart, darling.” Garreth murmured against your lips, his fingers curling slightly into your skin. You couldn’t stop your smile, your heart beating just a little bit faster. You’d waited years to hear those words. Garreth’s lips trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He nipped gently at your pulse. His hands worked in time with his kisses, pushing up the jumper to expose more of your skin to him. Impatiently, you pushed him back a little bit and pulled it over your head, dumping it onto the floor. Garreth’s green eyes scanned you up and down, his jaw slack. You wondered if you’d caught him off guard by being completely bare under his jumper. 

“You’re beautiful.” Garreth breathed out, his hands reverently running over your skin without restraint. Your back arched as his warm hands cupped your tight breasts, massaging you. The slight roughness to his hands made the most delightful sensations on your skin, you let out a small string of moans as he gently tweaked your already sensitive nipples. He continued to grind against you, becoming more breathless himself. You looked down, watching him work his hands over your skin. He moved them lower, and lower, making sure he touched every inch of your skin with his burning hands. You were panting now, wriggling under his touch as his hands smoothed over your belly and down onto your thighs. You ached for him, needing him to give you some sort of relief to the pressure that had built up between your legs. “Please, Garreth, touch me.” You whined out. 

“I am touching you,” He said with his most charming grin, “I’ve wanted this for years, I intend to take my time.” He whispered in your ear, before giving your neck a sharp nip. 

“Bastard.” You said, despite the smile that played on your lips.

“Do you have any idea what someone like you does to a teenage boy? Seeing you every day at school and not having you was torture” His tongue traced up your jaw and you whimpered. You captured his lips in another kiss, wondering if you could tempt him into giving you what you wanted. He groaned against your mouth at the feeling of your kiss, you pulled out all of your favourite tricks, proving to him you could do many things with your tongue. Your wicked little plan seemed to be working, until Garreth pulled back and looked at you with soft eyes. He began to press kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, the tip of your nose, oh-so-gently over your eyelids, and onto your forehead. He held your thighs in a bruising grip, contrasting with the sweet kisses that now were trailing down your jaw, onto your neck, then down your collar. You were a whining mess as he massaged circles on your inner thighs and kissed every part of your body until his lips hovered just below your belly button. His hands on your thighs tugged you so your lower half was dangling off the side of the bed. 

“Please Garreth.” You whispered, certain you’d burst into flames if he didn’t do something. He looked up at you with hungry eyes, a smile playing at his lips. 

“Anything for you.” He promised, getting on his knees and guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders. He held them in place and licked a firm stripe against your soaked, aching heat and moaned. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a loud moan of your own. He concentrated on your aching clit, his tongue swirling around it carefully before he gently wrapped his lips around you and sucked. You arched into him, crying out loudly because of this. He let out a hum of appreciation, squeezing your thighs. You propped yourself up onto your elbows to watch him. His eyes were closed, and his head dipped and you felt him tonguing at your soaking hole before he moved back up to latch onto your clit again. This time, his tongue flicked across your sensitive nub while he sucked it and you swore violently, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. Your hips bucked, and he planted one of his hands on your belly to firmly hold you in place. Your core tightened, pressure building inside of you as he kept up the same motion. 

“I’m– Oh Merlin– That’s…” You couldn’t string a sentence together, and the pressure reached its peak and you cried out as a mind-shattering orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs clenched tight around Garreth, and he let out a moan that added to the sensation of his tongue and lips while you rode out your orgasm on his face. He only stopped when your legs twitched, and he was laughing softly as he pulled away from you. You stared at him, your jaw slack. He was a mess, and he was beautiful. The lower half of his face was shining with your slick, his cheeks flushed, and his smile was more than a little arrogant. Your eyes scanned down his body to the bulge in his pants, and then back up to his face. Another flash of lightning lit up the room, almost reminding you to move. You pushed yourself back enough that you could sit up and reach out for him. 

“You, taste amazing.” Garreth murmured to you, stepping in closer so you could reach him. You palmed the bulge in his pants, and he let out a flustered breath. You hadn’t the patience to toy with him, that would have to come another day. You wanted him inside of you now. You pulled his pants down, looking up at him while you did so. His thick cock sprang out, and you let out a little eager whimper at just the thought of him being inside of you. You looked up at him, and he was watching you with love and hunger in his eyes. 

“Come here.” You said, pushing yourself back on the bed and spreading your legs a little bit in invitation. Garreth flashed you an eager smile, pulling his shirt over his head and dumping it on the floor. He stepped out of his pants and crawled onto the bed between your legs. You wrap your arms behind his neck, and lick from his chin up to his cheek tasting yourself on his skin. Garreth let out a strangled moan, and tilted his head to capture you in a scorching kiss. You can almost feel that he’s reached his limit, and now he needs reprieve from his aching arousal. He grinds into you, his head dropping as he does so. You reach down, and guide him to what he seems to be so desperate to have. 

“Oh fuck.” Garreth hisses as he slowly presses into you, his teeth gently clamping down on your shoulder. You couldn’t even make a noise as your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of Garreth’s thick cock stretching you out. As he fully sheathed himself in you, he stopped moving. 

He lifted his head, looking down into your eyes. His adoration was clear in his eyes, and it caught you a little off-guard. You’d taken men to bed before, but not once had it been someone you loved. This emotional connection you felt to Garreth… It made this feel so much… more. 

“I love you, Garreth.” You reached up and traced your fingers along his jaw. Garreth’s hips began to roll slowly, and he gave you a sweet kiss. He thrust into you with a slow and deep rhythm that had you whining and clawing at his back. The delicious way he stretched you out, paired with the way his pelvis ground against your sensitive nub had you in ecstasy. He clearly felt the same, with the pants and quiet moans that escaped his lips at every movement he made. 

“You feel amazing, Darling,” Garreth whispered to you, “You take me so well. You’re perfect.” He continued with his little praises as he ground into you. He picked up his pace ever so slightly, the steady thrusts had you clenching around his cock already. His forehead dipped and pressed against yours, his hands on your hips as he pulled you against him to get as deep as he could. You planted your feet on the mattress, lifting your hips to help get a new angle. Garreth’s groan was sinful, he sat back on his knees and abruptly began to pound into you. Your eyes rolled back, your pleasure peaking again.

“Right there, shit… right there.” You panted out, and Garreth obliged your wishes. You screamed out his name as your knees buckled and you came hard. The bolts of pleasure had your eyes screwed shut and your mouth making incoherent sounds. He caught you by the waist, holding you up as your walls pulsed over his cock. He fucked you, his groans becoming more and more guttural as he chased his own pleasure. His grip on you tightened almost painfully as his head fell back and he came, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. He allowed you to fall back on the bed now, flopping down beside you. For a long time, the only sounds in the room were the storm still raging outside and the sounds of you and Garreth trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you got enough energy to roll over and nestle into Garreth’s side, with your head on his chest. You stretched up and kissed his jaw, and his arms wrapped around you. 

“I don’t want morning to come.” Garreth said, his voice soft. Morning meant returning to reality. Garreth would have to go to work, and you’d have to return to Feldcroft. 

“Mmm, neither do I.” You agreed. You didn’t want to leave. You knew that you’d made a promise to take care of Anne, but she was spending so much time in London these days that you almost wondered if she would just move in with Ominis and Sebastian. 

“Please don’t ever leave…” He said. 

“I’ll have to get my things.” 

“That’s alright, I’ll help you with that. Mr. Pippin won’t mind if I take a couple days off.” 

“And I’ll have to tell Anne.” 

“I’ll write a letter to send by owl right now.” “And then there’s the matter of you meeting my parents…” 

When Garreth didn’t have a quick solution for that, you let out a little laugh. You would stay, regardless of how much work you’d have to do. You never wanted to leave his side again. 

“Will you stay?” He asked. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Garreth. I’m staying right here.” You promised, kissing his cheek. With a cheeky grin, he rolled over and loomed over you and captured you in a deep kiss, his hand smoothing along your waist. Yes, you’d stay.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x you #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley smut #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley one shot #hogwarts legacy one shot #m/f pair

[pluviowriting]

Her Biggest Fan

Word Count: 3.6k

beater!Garreth Weasley x f!Hufflepuff!seeker!MC

Content Warnings: SMUT, characters aged up, established relationship, language, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected pinv sex(don’t try this at home, use protection), creampie, size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, munch Garreth (he needs a warning imo), aftercare

Enjoy this brainworm that was born of a night of me, @marketfreshfics and @ellivenollivander thirsting over men in crop tops <3

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There were few things Garreth Weasley loved more than quidditch. Being able to play again after Headmaster Black banned it fifth year felt like a breath of fresh air. He wasn’t the only student that had been excited at the start of their sixth year. Imelda Reyes had thrown a celebration so rowdy, some students feared that he would cancel the season again to punish them for it. There had been no incidents during sixth year too, which meant he had been able to play his favorite game during his last year too. While Garreth was disappointed that Gryffindor hadn’t made it to the quidditch cup, he wasn't having a bad time in the stands.

He was surrounded by a sea of golden yellow, staring across the pitch at the rival sea of emerald green. His own teammates were beside him and they were all causing a scene cheering for Hufflepuff. Arguably, after him, Natty and Leander were the loudest. He had help from his seeker in making his championship outfit. He wanted to ensure that he was the biggest Hufflepuff fan in the stands, not just MC’s - because the latter was a given. She had helped him transfigure MC’s practice jersey, after stealing it from her dorm that morning with some assistance from Poppy Sweeting, into a slightly loose fitting cropped tee. With summer fast approaching, he had anticipated the weather being warmer, and he was glad he was right. His girlfriend’s house took up the entire front of the crop top, and the back was reserved for her last name. His face lit up as he watched her fly directly in front of where he and his friends sat, flying around the pitch like she had been born on a broom instead of only flying for the last two years.

“Woo! MC!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered after her as loud as he could.

She took a break from hunting for the golden glint of the snitch and looked towards where she heard her boyfriend’s voice come from. She was instantly filled with regret. What was meant to be a quick glance and a wink turned into an ogling session. She was clenching her jaw to keep it from falling all the way to the grass of the pitch as she saw him in her house colors. She had no idea where he had found that shirt, but it fit him perfectly, cutting off an inch or two above his belly button and showing off his toned stomach from his own quidditch workouts. Her eyes trailed down the copper happy trail she was intimately familiar with until she reached the waistband of his pants and she couldn’t see any further. Her eyes moved up, observing his broad chest and his arms. The sleeves were skin tight on his biceps, which seemed to bulge even when he wasn’t trying.

‘Godsdamned beater arms,’ she internally cursed, but her eyes were still stuck on him and moving upwards until she caught his face.

Her eyes found her favorite shade of green and realized she had been caught staring instead of playing her game. Her boyfriend winked at her before turning to show her his back. That was when it clicked what he was wearing and she knew she was going to either kill or worship Natsai Onai later for nicking it from her dorm. Seeing her last name across his broad back made her debate abandoning the game and taking her boyfriend into the prep tent and casting a muffling charm, but thankfully Amit’s broadcasted voice finally snapped her out of her daze.

“It looks like Reyes has spotted the snitch and she’s making a break towards it!”

Her eyes grew wide and she whipped around, looking for Imelda and hoping to catch a glimpse of gold as she headed that way. As she flew away, she once again heard her name and she pushed just a little harder. Thankfully, with the practice she had and the upgrades from her fifth year, it wasn’t hard to catch up to Imelda, but the Slytherin still had an advantage.

MC still hadn’t spotted the snitch.

Knowing her competition was far too competitive to try and throw her off course when she could see what they were both after, she just stuck to Slytherin’s captain.

It felt like they were soaring through and around the pitch for hours before Imelda finally slowed down.

“What happened Melda? Lose it?” She taunted, a smirk settled on her lips as she tried to catch her breath.

“Go back to eye fucking Weasley. Don’t worry about the snitch, I’ll catch it for you.”

MC just laughed before leaving the Slytherin captain behind. She wasn’t going to find it any faster sitting there and talking trash. As she flew around, using every ounce of self control to not let her gaze drift back to the Hufflepuff side of the stands for longer than it took for her to try and find a glint of gold against the yellow, she could still hear Garreth’s voice no matter where she was. Even next to the Slytherin stands, she could hear him over the jeers from the field of green and silver.

Then, there it was. The golden snitch.

MC didn’t even spare a glance at Imelda as she gave chase to the tiny flying ball. She heard Amit announce that she had found it this time and she knew that if Imelda hadn’t spotted it earlier, she’d be on her tail soon enough.

“Come on, you bastard,” she huffed, trying to will her broom to move faster.

She didn’t let up as she realized she was gaining on it, her gaze laser focused. Not wanting to lose her chance, she shot her arm out and almost screamed when she felt her fingers wrap around the cold metal.

The second it registered, she held her closed fist over her head and she diverted her broom to move back towards the center of the pitch.

“MC caught the snitch! Hufflepuff wins the cup!”

The second everyone’s favorite Ravenclaw finished announcing her accomplishment, another voice boomed through the open air.

“That’s my girl! That’s my fucking girl!”

MC laughed, immediately swarmed by her teammates as they all landed, but her eyes never left the stands. She blew a kiss up towards where she knew Garreth was sitting before she let herself get swallowed up by the excitement.

~~~~~

Leaving the team tent, still on a high, she intended to look for Garreth. She didn’t have to look far, and really she didn’t have to look at all. The moment he saw her leave the tent, his arms were wrapped around her waist and he lifted her off the ground in his embrace.

“There she is! The hero of Hufflepuff!”

MC laughed, her face buried in his neck. “You are a terror. I could hear you over the Slytherins.”

“Just means that I’m doing my job as your personal cheerleader.”

He set her down with a wink, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a tender kiss. She reciprocated, her touch just as sweet as his. Her hands moved from his shoulders down to his exposed sides and her thumbs started rubbing circles into his skin.

“I see that. You’ve got the uniform and everything, sneaky boy.” She hummed as she moved her lips to his neck, still dragging her fingers across his bare skin. “I could really go for a bath. It would be a terrible, terrible shame if I broke into the prefect bathroom alone while everyone else was celebrating my victory...”

“Well, I’m sure you’re exhausted from all that flying. Perhaps I should accompany you. To make sure the stairs don’t give you any trouble.” Garreth taunted her right back, gently squeezing her hips. “Come along, champion.”

~~~~~

The second the bathroom door closed behind them, MC cast a locking charm and turned her attention to Garreth. Her lips were on his in an instant, this kiss needier than the one he had graced her with when they reunited after the game.

“I cannot believe,” she huffed, pulling back slightly to start ridding herself of her quidditch uniform, “you turned my practice jersey into something so revealing…”

“My only regret is almost costing you the game. I didn’t realize you’d have such a…reaction.”

Garreth’s eyes dipped from her face to her bare breasts as she managed to get them free from the confines of her clothes. He truly thought she was the most gorgeous witch he had ever seen. He backed her up against the wall, kissing his way down her neck until he took one of her nipples in his mouth. He hummed at the taste of her skin, his gaze flicking up to her face as he kissed across her chest to make sure her other breast got the same attention. Satisfied with his work, he kissed his way down MC’s torso and left a trail of pale marks in his wake. Settling on his knees, he pulled back slightly to look up at the woman of his dreams. He didn’t need to look at his hands while removing the rest of her uniform, which allowed him to soak in just how amazing she looked from this angle.

“Merlin, MC. So. Fucking. Pretty. Perfect. Gorgeous.”

Every compliment was punctuated with a kiss to her inner thigh. Once he reached his destination, he spread her with his fingers and moaned at the sight.

“Hello pretty,” he murmured before licking up with the flat of his tongue.

Feeling his tongue moving through her folds and flicking over her clit immediately removed the question of if he was truly talking to her pussy from her mind. A low moan fell from her lips as her hands tangled in his copper hair. Her head dropped back against the wall and she felt him lifting one of her legs to rest over his shoulder. She looked down and almost moaned at the sight. Garreth was looking up at her, his lips were wrapped around her clit and she could feel him alternating between sucking and using his tongue to rub circles. The hottest thing about this angle was seeing that her thigh was practically the size of his shoulder. Quidditch had done wonders for her physique, and she understood the phrase “broom thighs” when she’d look at herself in the mirror. However, if the sport had done wonders for her, it had done miracles for her boyfriend.

Not only did Garreth also develop some of the sturdiest broom thighs MC had seen, but that effect just carried to every other muscle in his body too. Regular practices paired with the growth spurts he had hit the last two years, it constantly felt like he just towered over her. His strength was also a bonus that they enjoyed exploring on the nights they’d spend in the Room of Requirement, tangled in sheets from a conjured bed.

He could see her eyes going unfocused and one corner of his mouth turned up. He sucked her clit with extra force as he pushed two fingers into her. His smirk only grew as it pulled a loud moan from her. His fingers didn’t stop pumping into her as he pulled back.

“There you are, pretty girl. You were going somewhere on me.”

If she wasn’t already flushed from the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, him calling her out would’ve caused color to flood her cheeks.

“I uh. I wa-as looking at my thigh on your shoulder.”

The Gryffindor chuckled, turning his head to plant a kiss on the thigh she was talking about. He knew MC well enough to be able to conclude what was running through her head.

“Yeah? This pretty thigh? Comparing size are you? So much smaller than me, aren’t you, pretty girl. Can’t toss you around in here but I can do this.”

She gasped as his free hand moved, lifting her other leg and hooking it over his shoulder so she was now sitting on his shoulders against the wall with his face buried in her cunt. Without another word, his mouth found its way back to her clit while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her aching walls. His free hand settled on her hip, as if he was trying to ensure she didn’t fall.

MC felt her orgasm building, and her grip on her boyfriend’s hair grew impossibly tighter as she tried to push him into her more. Her walls fluttered around his fingers and his pace seemed to pick up, his fingers curling up in search of the spot he knew would make her scream.

“Gare–” She tried to warn him but she was cut off by a loud moan as his fingers found what they were searching for.

“I know, pretty girl. I can feel it. Cum for me. Be a good girl and let me taste you.”

Her moans only grew louder as he pushed her towards her orgasm, and her back arched off the wall as it hit with a cry of his name. Garreth only slowed for a moment, letting MC start to come down from what would be her first orgasm of the day before he ramped back up. He added a third finger and his mouth was working her clit like he had been starved his entire life. 

“Ah~! Garreth!” She was trying to push his head away one second and pulling him closer the next. “‘S too much! Please!”

He chuckled against her, his eyes looking up at her as if he was asking her if it was really too much. Unfortunately - or fortunately, really - Garreth knew her body practically as well as MC did. He knew she could keep going after he pulled one from her, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t ready to drown in her and suffocate between her thighs. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t trying either. After pulling two more orgasms from MC with his tongue and fingers, he slowly lowered her legs back to the ground. The lower half of his face glistened with the arousal he had drawn from her body, and in moments, his aptly named cheerleader outfit was on the ground and he was as bare as she was.

MC’s eyes immediately dropped, taking in the sight that was his hardened cock. She had seen him naked several times at this point, but she always stared at him naked. He somehow looked even bigger without clothes, his muscles on display and accentuating just how pretty his cock was. She knew from experience that it was the perfect size, and that the happy trail she had admired when he was in the stands led to a trimmed patch of copper curls she loved to bury her nose in when she took him down her throat.

There was no warning before he hoisted her up, unceremoniously kicking their clothes towards the edge of the pool sized bath before he submerged the both of them in the warm water. His lips found hers, and she could taste herself when his tongue found its way into her mouth. Recognizing the taste caused her to moan, her hips moving and grinding against his cock, the head catching her clit perfectly.

“So needy, aren’t you, pretty girl? Didn’t I just give you three orgasms and you still need more? What happened to it being too much?”

“Garreth, please.” She whined, pouting her kiss swollen lips at him.

“You know I can’t say no when you look at me like that, baby. Plus, I’m supposed to be rewarding my champion.”

He moved them through the water, turning MC to face away from him. Instead she faced the pile of their clothes at the edge of the tub. She looked back at Garreth with her eyebrows furrowed and he met her gaze with a grin.

“When you eventually hit the point where you can’t hold yourself up anymore, you can rest your head on our clothes.”

She held the edge of the tub, and soon felt her hips get lifted to the point even her tiptoes weren’t touching the bottom. She felt the head of Garreth’s cock drag up and down her slit a couple times before he pushed into her.

“Fuck, MC. Fuckin’ made to take me, weren’t you?”

She moaned at the feeling of her walls stretching to accommodate him, and she only grew louder when he started moving. The water around them splashed up and over the lip of the tub, but both were too lost in each other to truly care. Their moans echoed off the tiles around them, filling the room with the sound of their voices.

One of Garreth’s hands moved down, his fingers rubbing tight circles around MC’s clit. He could feel her walls fluttering around his cock, signaling how close she was.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. You know I want it, give it to me.” He growled in her ear, snapping his hips harder.

She gave him what he wanted moments later, when he pinched the bundle of nerves. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and as Garreth had predicted, she fell forward and rested her arms on the edge.

“That’s it. Good girl. My good girl.”

Feeling his own orgasm swiftly approaching, he didn’t alter his pace. His fingers resumed their harsh assault, trying to push her into a fifth orgasm by the time he came.

“Just one more, MC. Wanna feel you milk me when I fill this pretty little cunt. I know you can do it. Unless you want me to pull out…”

She gasped at his threat, frantically shaking her head. “No, please no. Cum in me. Please cum in me.”

Garreth grinned, working the both of them towards a mutual orgasm. Feeling her walls squeezing his cock like a vice and hearing her screaming his name pulled his own orgasm from him. He buried her face in her neck, biting down gently as he groaned. MC whimpered, feeling his cock throbbing with every spurt of cum he filled her with.

Slightly regaining his own senses, Garreth released her neck, gently kissing the mark he had left behind. As he looked at it, he chuckled softly. MC would be able to cast a glamor charm to hide it, but he knew she’d be frustrated he had left something so visible to begin with. He hadn’t meant to, and he was usually very good at keeping any marks to where the two of them would be the only witnesses, but it had been too much this time.

“Merlin, you’re beautiful.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades as he carefully pulled out of her beneath the water.

They both tried to catch their breath before cleaning themselves up, and MC was so spent she was just allowing herself to float amongst the bubbles. Garreth gently pulled her towards the stairs so he could sit and wash her hair for her. Tilting her head back with her chin, to get her hair completely soaked one more time, he settled in. He ensured she was comfortable on his lap before filling one of his palms with shampoo before his nails were scratching against her scalp.

MC practically purred in his lap, even if having to keep her own head upright felt like a task at the moment. She had always loved Garreth playing with her hair, and it was sweet that he’d wash it for her after effectively turning all of her bones to jello.

“I’m so proud of you, MC. Did so fucking brilliant in that game.” He dipped and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Did so fucking perfect for me too. Always take what I give you so well. Make me feel so good. Make me feel so loved. I love you, pretty girl.”

A tired hum left her lips, which were spreading into a giddy smile. “I love you too, Garreth.”

After soaking and debating whether or not MC really needed to make an appearance at the celebration they were going to be extremely fashionably late to (she did), the Gryffindor was walking around and collecting their clothes. Deciding to take the lazy way, since most of them were already wet, he dunked them into the soapy water and dried them with a charm. He turned his head to say something, and was stopped by the look MC was giving him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“That is how you’re deciding our clothes are clean? Need I remind you what’s fucking floating around in this water?”

He raised an eyebrow at her before casting scourgify and raising an eyebrow. “Is that better, your highness? It’s not my fault you needed to jump my bones so badly that neither of us had a chance to figure out other clothes.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes, but she was trying to hide a smile. “Whatever.”

He folded their clothes so they’d sit neatly on one of the shelves before he went to retrieve MC from the still warm water. Her legs were still a little weak, but the more she walked, the easier it was. By the time the two were dried and fully clothed again, she had started walking like normal.

“Hmm. I’ll have to do better tonight if you’re already walking fine. Come on, pretty girl. I’m ready to share you with people for a while.”

She laughed softly, taking his hand as the two snuck back out of the prefect bathroom and down to the party they were missing on the shore of the Black Lake.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #garreth x f!mc #garreth x mc #hogwarts legacy garreth

[thenerdykneazle]

Sweet Dreams

Summary: You lose track of time showing Garreth around the Room of Requirement and end up staying out past curfew. The room provides a place for you to spend the night. Unfortunately, it only provides one bed.

HL events took place in sixth year for this story to age up the characters.

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, 7th year, aged-up characters, one bed trope, wet dreams (including piv), fingering, oral sex (both male and female receiving)

Word count: 8737

You had decided to show Garreth the Room of Requirement. It only seemed right given that his aunt was the one who had shown it to you in the first place. Plus, you had to share the secret with someone or you were going to burst from the pressure of it. You were too busy to dwell on it last year, but now it was at the forefront of your mind. So, who better to pick to tell than your best friend? You ran back to the common room that cool Saturday morning after breakfast. Luckily, you found Garreth already waiting for you by the fireplace.

“I got your owl,” he said cheerfully. “What’s this secret you want to share?”

You gave him a conspiratorial look. “I can’t tell you here. Come on, I’ll show you,” you said.

There was an excited glint in his eyes, but there was also worry in them. “You’re not leading me into some spider’s nest the forbidden forest again, are you?”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. It was one time, and he had never let it go. “No, but if you don’t want to come, you’re welcome to stay here,” you said.

“No, I want to come!” he insisted, looking even more afraid at the idea of being left out.

“Then let’s go,” you said rather petulantly. You were excited to finally show Garreth the room, and you had no patience for more delays.

You grabbed Garreth’s hand and dragged him out of the portrait hole. To Garreth’s dismay, you dropped his hand once you were standing in front of the fat lady’s portrait. You set off, practically speedwalking down the corridors. Garreth’s mind sped along with your steps as he tried to guess where you might be taking him and what your secret could be. His confusion grew as you ascended the astronomy tower.

You were grinning madly at him when you halted in front of an image of trolls. Both of you were panting a bit from the numerous stairs you had just ascended. Garreth’s eyes flitted around the tapestry, looking for some clue as to what you were up to.

“Prepare yourself,” you said ambiguously.

Garreth’s heart was racing even more than it had been from jogging up those steps. How was he supposed to prepare when he had no idea what was happening? As he had the thought, a noise behind him caught his attention. It sounded like metal scraping stone. He whirled around to see a door forming in the previously blank wall. He stared at it wide-eyed before glancing to you and back again.

You just smiled even wider at him. You grabbed his hand again and pulled him into the newly materialized room. Garreth was in awe as soon as he stepped inside. You showed him your plants, your loom, and each of the four vivaria. You spent hours playing with puffskeins, nifflers, and kneazles. You were especially amused when a niffler tried to nick a bottle of a glittering silver potion off of Garreth.

You introduced him to Highwing and Caligo, and you went for a flight around the indoor forest. Then you introduced him to Sepulchria and the other thestrals in the swamp vivarium. He couldn’t see them, but he enjoyed meeting them all the same. Sepulchria was rather fond of him, giving him a lick up the side of his head that made his already dishevelled hair stick up on end. You helped him smooth it back down.

You both missed lunch entirely, but you ran down to the Great Hall to wolf down dinner before rushing back to the Room of Requirement. You showed Garreth the beach vivarium, and his jaw nearly hit the sand when he saw the Lord of the Shore. After all the vivaria, you were ecstatic to show Garreth the other room.

“There’s more?” he asked in disbelief.

You nodded eagerly. You led him to the large room and directed his attention to your potions station in front of a large window. There were cabinets full of ingredients, all sorts of tools hanging on the wall, and multiple burners for cauldrons.

“You’re welcome to come use it whenever you like, of course,” you said, smiling at the way his face had lit up.

He glanced at you with his mouth agape before looking back to the station. “Oh, I could kiss you!” he declared.

Your cheeks flamed, and you were glad the ginger was busy staring at the potions supplies. With your blessing, he set to work on a concoction. He told you all about his latest experiment and the results of his prior trials as he brewed. Meanwhile, you lounged on a nearby sofa as you listened.

By the time he was done, it was well past curfew. He had lost track of time, and you had fallen asleep leaning your head on top of your arms, which rested on the arm of the sofa. Garreth shook your shoulder gently to wake you. “We should get back. I’m sorry to keep you out so late,” he said.

You yawned as you stretched out your arms and legs. “Hm? Oh, don’t worry about it. I think I’ve ignored curfew more than I’ve followed it, honestly,” you said.

“Well, I still don’t want you getting in trouble on my account,” he replied, keeping his worried expression.

You nodded in understanding as you sat up, trying to shake the groggy haze from your mind. “Well, we have three options: we can floo back to the common room, sneak there through the corridors, or spend the night here. The floo is rather loud, though, and if your aunt is in the common room when we return, I don’t think she’ll be pleased to see that we were out late together.”

His worried expression morphed into contemplation. “Right. So, we sneak back or stay here. Are there bedrooms here?”

Before you could answer, the room creaked as it altered itself. A new doorway appeared on the wall beside you. You chuckled. “I suppose there are now.”

“Brilliant! I can be a bit clumsy, so sneaking all the way back to Gryffindor Tower wouldn’t bode well for me.”

“Then sleepover it is!” you joked before hopping up off the couch.

You walked over and opened the door to find a single bedroom with one king-sized bed. You spun around and poked your head back out of the room, almost running into Garreth in the process. You scanned the outer room, looking for other doors. There was only the one. Garreth was confused by your behaviour until he peered into the room and saw the issue.

“I guess it really will be a sleepover,” you said.

“I-I can just sleep on a couch out here,” Garreth said. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

“Don’t be silly! That bed could fit four people, and they’d never even touch,” you said.

Garreth shifted nervously on his feet before relenting when you suggested you could just sneak back to the common room alone and let him have the room to himself. You both changed into the nightclothes the room had left hanging for you inside the new room. You changed in the bedroom, while Garreth stepped out to change. He knocked before re-entering to make sure you were decent.

You climbed into the bed on opposite sides. He made a very conscious effort not to leer at you in your sheer nightgown.

Once you were both under the covers, Garreth rolled onto his side to face you. “Today was amazing,” he said with a giddy smile. “Thank you for showing me all of this.”

You grinned back. “I’m excited you finally know,” you replied. “I’d been itching to show you since your aunt told me about this place.”

Knowing you had thought of him almost immediately made a warmth spread through Garreth’s chest. You were often the first person he thought of when he had a new idea for a potion or received good news. He was delighted that you seemed to feel similarly toward him – at least, in that regard. He had many other feelings toward you that he could only hope you might reciprocate one day.

You exchanged your goodnights and wishes for pleasant dreams. You fell asleep quickly, having already been asleep just a few minutes earlier. Garreth watched you peacefully for a few minutes before he felt drowsiness overtake him, as well.

Your wishes worked, because Garreth did have a pleasant dream. A very pleasant dream, in fact. The type he would never admit out loud and would feel a bit guilty for in the morning. Well, at least, he would feel guilty later in the morning when he would have to face you in the common room or at breakfast. First thing in the morning, he would usually cling to the lewd images of you that had filled his dreams as he worked toward his release in the relative privacy of the drawn curtains of his fourposter.

The dream had been particularly steamy that night. Sometimes his wet dreams consisted of you in arousing situations – skinny dipping in the Black Lake; wading in the prefect’s bathroom; or, on one occasion, brewing a potion naked. Other times, he got to be a more active participant in his dreams. The first time, he had dreamt of you two admitting your feelings for each other under a large oak tree before you climbed onto his lap, snogging him senseless as you ground your hips against him. He had proceeded to strip your top bare before palming your perfect breasts in both hands as you rutted yourself against his erection. A frequent favourite was bending you over one of the potions stations after Sharp had given you both detentions. One time, he had even dreamt it was your wedding night.

His dream as he slumbered in the Room of Requirement started out innocent enough. The two of you had gone on a trip to Hogsmeade. You browsed Zonko’s and ate your fill of treats from Honeydukes before walking hand-in-hand back toward the castle as the sun began to set. You decided you didn’t want to head back yet and pulled him off the path. You led him to a little meadow and pulled out a gingham blanket. You sat together, watching the sky turn shades of orange and pink.

Garreth stared at you for several moments before you noticed. You shoved his shoulder and told him to stop staring as you giggled at him. He was utterly infatuated with you. He said he refused to stop staring at something so beautiful, and his words made you blush.

“You really think I’m beautiful?” you asked.

“Gorgeous,” he replied as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your face.

You gave him a shy smile. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you said.

Garreth felt like his smile could split his face right in half as he stared into your eyes. He could see the same fire he felt burning in them. “I love you, MC” he admitted, taking one of your hands into his own.

Your own smile widened. “I love you too, Garreth,” you said.

Garreth leaned in, pulling you into a kiss with a gentle hand on the back of your neck. You kissed him back, quickly intensifying the kiss. You bit at his lip and ran your tongue over the marks your teeth had left to sooth them. Garreth moaned into the kiss in response as his free hand moved to your thigh. You pulled him on top of you as you lay back on the blanket. You tore at each other’s clothes until your shirts were open, exposing your chests. Your hands ran deliciously up and down Garreth’s torso. He kissed his way down your neck, along your collar bones, and down to your breasts. He took a perfect nipple into his mouth, suckling the flesh as you writhed in pleasure underneath him. He massaged your other breast, ensuring neither was neglected.

He trailed his other hand down your bare side before dipping it under the waistband of your skirt. He slid his hand into your undergarments, and his fingers swiped between your slick folds. You moaned his name and gripped his shoulders as he pressed his middle finger against you, rubbing along your slit. He focused his attention on the bundle of nerves at the top of it, rubbing light circles that set your hips twisting and bucking against his hand while your nails dug into his skin.

Your moans grew louder and more frequent as he quickly had you falling apart. You cried out in pleasure, clearly unbothered about the prospect of being discovered. You were too enraptured to care. One of your hands had begun stroking over the bulge in his trousers, teasing him into a state of aching hardness.

“Please,” you begged as you threw your head back and your back arched off the ground.

“What, darling? I’ll do anything for you,” he replied before kissing up your neck.

“I need you, Garreth. Need you inside of me,” you moaned out.

Garreth groaned at the request and your desperate tone. In a flash, he had your knickers pulled down to your ankles and then off entirely. He quickly undid his belt and pants. He pulled himself out of his own undergarment, gripping the base of his shaft as he dipped himself under your skirt. He slid the head of his penis along your slick centre, moaning at your warmth as he did. You both groaned as he slid slowly into you. You enveloped him perfectly, so warm and wet and tight around him. Being inside you was everything he ever hoped it would be. Garreth kissed you deeply before burying his face in your neck. He stayed nuzzled into you as he began thrusting in and out of you, relishing the feeling of each dive back into you.

After a bit, he pulled back and flipped up your skirt so he could watch himself sliding in and out of you. It was a breathtaking sight. You bucked your hips up in time with his thrusts. Garreth was all pants and moans as words failed him. He was pretty sure he had entirely forgotten how to speak, save for your name. You moaned out encouragements of “oh, yes” and “so good, Gar – you feel so good.” Garreth was enjoying savouring being inside you, but he knew both of your satisfaction would require a more demanding pace. So, he was pleased to hear your pleading voice say “harder.”

He gradually increased the speed and force of his thrusts, moving off of his hands to rest on his forearms, and, just as before, your gentle whimpers turned into unabashed cries of pleasure. This was the point in the dream where sleep began to elude Garreth. He was less than pleased to rejoin the waking world when there was a dream version of you that he could be ravishing. His face was pressed into his pillow as he let out a soft groan. You may have been imaginary, but how worked up his dream had gotten him was very real. He had been rutting himself against the mattress in his sleep, and he was just as achingly hard now as he had dreamt that he had been.

He clung to the image of his clock slipping in and out of your tight hole and the sound of your voice as you rasped his name. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his brows pinched together as he concentrated on the dream. He flipped onto his back, brushing a hand over his hard prick that was straining against his underwear and silky pyjamas. He didn’t even know why he had chosen to wear the damned things. He always slept just in his underwear. The answer to his half-hearted query entered his mind just a few moments too late. He had thrown off the blanket and pulled the garments down his thighs to free his cock. It was dripping with precum, and his hand started rapidly stroking it, quietly moaning out some rather unfortunate words at the feeling, when he remembered that he was neither in his own bed nor alone in the one he currently occupied.

You had awoken to the sound of Garreth’s soft moans. At first you thought it had been a holdover from your dreams. You occasionally had some vivid dreams about yourself and your best friend in rather compromising situations. Although you had just been dreaming about him, it had merely involved the two of you testing a new potion of his that made you float three feet off the ground. There was lots of laughing and uproar, but it had been decidedly free of moaning. You squinted through the bright light of the room to see the source of the noise on the other side of the bed. His face was buried in his pillow and his hips were rolling into the mattress as more quiet moans and mumbled words escaped his lips.

You were immediately beet red. You didn’t know what to do. Your best friend was humping into the mattress less than a metre from you. He was clearly asleep. Should you wake him? Just leave the room and wait for him to wake up on his own, pretending you hadn’t noticed when he emerges from the room? Should you do nothing and pretend you were still asleep until he wakes up?

The words came out before you could think to stop them. “Um, Gar?” you said. Waking him was objectively the worst option, but, in the moment, you were desperate to make his moans stop. They were setting a fire in your abdomen that had slick pooling between your legs at an alarming rate given the fact that you hadn’t even touched yourself.

Garreth stirred, groaning as he buried his face further into the pillow. You jolted in surprise when he suddenly flopped onto his back. You gaped at him as he threw off the duvet and pulled down his trousers to the middle of his thighs. His erection sprang free, and he immediately began pumping it furiously. You were in utter shock at the lewd display. You felt completely frozen, not even breathing, and you were fairly certain your heart had stopped, too. Any reaction you could have had was delayed until your body reanimated.

Garreth let out a louder moan as his hand worked himself with wet, obscene noises. “Fuck, yes! Mm, just like that, MC,” he groaned out.

“Garreth!” you had exclaimed almost simultaneously with him calling out your name, finally able to find your voice.

His eyes snapped open, and he ripped the blanket back over himself. “Merlin’s beard! When did you get here?” he exclaimed, though as soon as he asked the question, his mind had answered it as he recalled all of the previous day’s events. His whole freckled body was turning as red as his hair. He would have been rapidly softening from the embarrassment if you weren’t sat in bed next to him, wearing a thin nightgown and staring down at him with wide eyes and gently parted lips.

Your breathing was ragged, and Garreth couldn’t help watching for a moment at the way your chest heaved with the adrenaline. Your cheeks were scarlet, but it just made you look that much more attractive.

Garreth met your gaze sheepishly, hoping beyond hope that you hadn’t heard him just moan your name as he stroked himself. You looked like you’d seen a bogart. “I’m so sorry,” he rasped. His voice was roughened with sleep. “I know it’s still depraved, but I didn’t realize I wasn’t in my room. I really didn’t mean to…expose myself to you.”

Your brow had furrowed in confusion. “Were you…I mean, when you were…Were you thinking about me as you…you know?” you asked.

Fuck. Garreth wished the bed would swallow him up. He knew there was no chance you hadn’t heard him, but the confirmation was still mortifying. Garreth cleared his throat as he sat up, careful to keep the duvet covering his still bare lap. He felt humiliated sitting there with his trousers pulled down halfway and cock still throbbing in his lap as the cursed thing refused to calm down. He just nodded, unable to verbally admit to his transgression. The guilt was so much worse than normal now that you knew what he had been doing.

“I promise, it won’t ever happen again,” he said. He really did mean to try his best, too. He continued without thinking. “I just can’t help it sometimes, but I assure you that’s the last time.”

Your eyebrows raised. “You’ve done it before?” you asked, curiosity overpowering propriety.

Garreth’s eyes widened as he realized his inadvertent admission. “Not a lot,” he lied quickly, his gravelly voice cracking.

You narrowed your eyes at him accusingly. “Really? So, if I asked for a number…?” you teased. “I mean, I think I still have some of that veritaserum you gave me around here somewhere.”

“Please, don’t,” he whispered, a petrified look on his face.

You smirked. Garreth was certain you were revelling in his mortification, which he felt was deserved. In reality, you quite relished the idea that the boy touched himself to thoughts of you. You knew you shouldn’t, but you still did. You licked your lips before speaking. You caught the way Garreth’s gaze flicked to them as you did. Your eyes flashed with a wicked satisfaction. “You are a naughty boy, Garreth Weasley,” you said, tilting your head as you observed him.

His teeth sunk into his lip as he tried to fight the arousal stirred by your domineering tone.

“Do you have a crush on me?” you asked bluntly.

The amusement in your voice devastated him. You thought the idea laughable. He was too far gone to be able to endure your teasing. He could hear you now, taunting him about his “silly crush” on you. He hoped the truth would get you to show him some mercy. “I’ve been in love with you since the day we met,” he admitted.

Your smile disappeared as your mouth fell open. You just blinked at him for several seconds. “Are you being serious?” you asked.

“Yes, so, please, whatever joke you want to make…have the decency to make it behind my back instead of to my face,” he said.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Garreth looked down at the bed as you laughed at him. This was already the worst Sunday of his life. You realized what he must be thinking about your reaction, and you reached out to grab his hand. He looked up at you with confusion.

“Why would I joke about your love for me, Gar?” you asked seriously.

His eyes searched yours nervously as he silently urged you to keep speaking.

You smiled. “I love you, too,” you said.

Now his jaw was the one to drop. “You…really?” he said. He shook his head as if he thought he might still be dreaming.

You bit back a smile as you nodded. Your eyes wandered over him, wanting to engrain this moment in your memory. You smirked slightly when they landed on the duvet piled in his lap. Garreth felt his cheeks burn anew. This certainly wasn’t how he had imagined admitting he was in love with you would go – you catching him with his trousers down.

Your burning gaze as your eyes returned to his sent a wave of arousal straight to his cock. He had to fight a moan at the thought that he had a very real chance of experiencing his fantasies with you outside of his dreams. Of course, he would let you set the pace. He still needed to ask you on a proper date, not just the friendly trips to Hogsmeade where he insisted on paying for your snacks. He always claimed it was repayment for the free butterbeers Sirona gave you two in return for you saving the highlands from Ranrok and Rookwood. It was just an excuse, though. Really, he didn’t know how you hadn’t realized he was in love with you before.

His thoughts were cut short as you crawled toward him on the bed. His breath hitched as your face hovered just a few centimetres from his. His hands fell limp as you gripped the duvet, slowly pulling it off of his lap. His erection sprang free, bouncing off of his abdomen before it settled. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked down at his firm manhood. Garreth’s heart was thundering in his chest. He was embarrassed at his re-exposure but incredibly turned on by the way you were looking at him.

Your tongue ran over your lips, wetting them before you spoke. You looked Garreth in his vibrant, green eyes. “Is that for me?” you asked.

“Godric, yes,” he said in a strangled voice. “I was dreaming about you all night. Then seeing you here in that flimsy nightgown…It’s maddening.”

You smirked at him before crashing your lips into his, anchoring yourself with a hand tangled in the hair on the back of his head and another on his cheek. A whine escaped Garreth’s lips as he kissed you back. He gripped your waist with both hands to keep them from straying elsewhere on your body. His needy fingers flexed roughly into you. The feel of your waist under his touch was turning him on even more. You let your hand glide from his cheek down to his chest. You began working the buttons of his shirt open, and he eagerly helped you, rapidly undoing the rest of them.

You trailed your hand over his bare chest, dragging your nails over his skin and through the ginger hairs. You slid your hand up to his shoulder, pushing his shirt off of it and leaving a trail of fire on Garreth’s skin. He shrugged out of his shirt entirely before lifting his hands up to cup your face. He kissed you with urgency, as if you might change your mind and dart off any second. His lips were soft as they slotted between yours, but he kissed your firmly. You nibbled at his lower lip, causing him to moan into your mouth. You ran your tongue across his lip, while it was still trapped between your teeth, before releasing it and diving your tongue into his mouth, instead. His tongue met yours in a warm embrace that had your desire growing exponentially.

You slid your hand down his torso and into his lap, gripping his length. He let out another, louder moan as you pumped him, letting his head tilt back in pleasure. You used your hand tangled in his hair to keep it at that angle as you kissed up his exposed neck. You focused extra attention on spots that made him whimper. His hips had begun bucking up as you worked his length in your hand. As you pulled back, Garreth took in your form. Your swollen lips, flush face, and barely hidden curves. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

“Well, you’re very handsome,” you replied, flashing him a grin. You leaned back in to suck on a sensitive spot under his ear before moving to whisper into his ear. “And you’re incredibly sexy when you’re all worked up for me.”

Garreth groaned out. His hands ran up your thighs under your nightgown, cherishing the bare skin before your underwear. He resisted the urge to rip it right off of you. Instead, he decided to continue traveling up, over your smooth stomach to just under your breasts. You had sat up on your knees to allow the fabric to lift over your body as his hands travelled up, but he was certain of your permission when you let out a needy moan as his thumbs swiped your ribs. He inched his hands up over your breasts, cupping them in his palms and kneading the supple flesh. You both moaned as he felt you up – you at the electric shocks of pleasure his ministrations sent through you and him at the feeling of your breasts weighing heavy in his hands. He only wished he could see them, but he hardly had the coordination to strip you of your gown when your hand had his orgasm fast-approaching.

Each stroke of your hand was pushing him closer to the edge. His legs and abdomen tensed as the haze of desire overtook his mind. He groped haphazardly at your breasts, desperate for more of the intoxicating feel of them. “Fuck, you feel so good, MC,” he said.

“Mm, you feel good, Garreth. I love to feel how hard you get for me,” you replied before pressing your mouth to his in a sloppy kiss. “I want to make you feel so good. Want to make you come for me. Want to see your cum spilling out of you as you fall apart for me. Your big, thick cock pulsing for me. Gods, I bet you’d feel amazing inside of me – filling me up!”

He groaned as he teetered on the edge of no return. As you kissed him again, he fell off the cliff. “Mmph, fuck! I’m coming!” he said after breaking the kiss.

You looked down to see his white seed spurting out of him, splattering his torso and leaking down onto your hand. You kept going, milking him of everything he had until his hand shot down to still yours.

“Sorry,” you muttered, afraid you’d done something wrong.

He shook his head as he panted to catch his breath. “That was amazing. It’s just that it’s sensitive after,” he explained.

You nodded in understanding. “Noted for next time,” you said with a cheeky smile.

Next time. He liked the sound of that.

“Sorry to make a mess,” you said.

He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who made the mess,” he replied before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Well, yeah, but I made you make it,” you countered.

He just rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“I can help you clean up, though,” you offered before dipping your head down to his chest and licking some of his cum off his skin. It was surprisingly pleasant. It was salty but didn’t have a strong taste otherwise. Garreth moaned as he watched you swallow his seed.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he vowed.

You just smirked at him. He grabbed his wand off the bedside table and cleaned himself up with a wave of it. He pulled his undergarments back up over his hips but ditched his trousers. You gave him an offended look, but it melted away when he cupped your cheek in his hand. “You’re very sweet, and that was very hot, but I’m anxious to return the favour,” he said.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Yeah?” you asked.

He nodded eagerly before pulling you into a kiss. He gripped your hips as you kneeled next to him. He leaned into you before sliding his hands back over your ass. You moaned as his hands dug into your flesh. Garreth pulled back. “Wait,” he said. “Is there anywhere you don’t want me to touch?”

“Fuck, no,” you replied.

“Okay, but let me know if you don’t like something. I…I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, holding your gaze with worried eyes.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet Gryffindor. “I promise I’ll tell you,” you said.

He looked relieved. He crashed his lips back against yours before using his grip on your hips to pull you into his lap. You straddled him as his hands massaged your thighs and ass. He clearly wanted to take his time with you. Or perhaps he was just nervous, though he didn’t seem it from the way he was kissing you. He fisted the bottom of your nightgown and pulled back again. “Can I take this off?” he asked.

You nodded eagerly. He pulled the garment over your head in a swift motion before tossing it aside. You bit your lip anxiously as he took you in, sitting on his lap in just your knickers. “Fuck me,” he breathed, staring at you like he was in awe. “You’re stunning.”

You gave him a shy smile at the compliment. You didn’t really have self-esteem problems, but beauty was a matter of preference and you really wanted Garreth to like the way you looked. He dipped his head to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. He traced the tip of his tongue around your pebbled nipple before taking it into his mouth. He sucked on it and flicked his tongue over the peak, earning appreciative moans from you as you fisted a hand back into his hair.

As he suckled and massaged at your breasts, you unconsciously began rutting yourself in his lap, gripping his shoulder for support. Garreth smirked against your skin. In a flash, he shifted his weight and pinned you beneath him on the mattress.

“Whoa!” you said. “Fuck, I’ve never been manhandled like that before.”

“I have three older brothers. I learned to wrestle,” he replied with a cheeky smile and a wink. “I’m sure I could teach you a few moves sometime.”

“I might take you up on that,” you said earnestly. You grabbed his face and pulled it back to yours. You were far too turned on by his show of strength to keep chatting.

Garreth slid his tongue into your mouth as his hand slid down between the two of you and into your knickers. You let out a loud moan as his fingers rubbed through your soaked slit and then back up to your sensitive nub, making delicate circles. Garreth had made a breathy moan upon feeling how wet you were. “Fuck, you feel so good, darling,” he said.

“Shit. You f-feel amazing,” you gasped. You didn’t know what he did differently than you did on your own – whether it was the teasing, how wet you were, or a difference in pressure – but it felt so much more intense than the times you had touched yourself.

Garreth shifted so that he was lying beside you rather than directly on top. He continued his slow ministrations as he kissed your neck, face, and lips. You whimpered into his mouths as his fingers worked up a tension inside of you.

He kissed your temple, tasting the salty sweat on your skin. “Mm, I love the noises you make for me,” he said as he pressed his forehead against yours.

You just whimpered again in response. You felt ready to combust as you hovered near bliss but the tension in your abdomen refused to release. “Just a…a little faster, Gar,” you begged.

He was happy to oblige, and the quicker pace had you writhing and moaning uncontrollably. Garreth would have been happy to watch you in such a state all day. He lowered his mouth to your breast, teasing your nipple with his tongue. It was all too much to process. Your legs were shaking, and your abs contracted tightly.

“Fuck, Garreth! Oh! Like that!” you cried out. You were building quickly to your release and could hardly think let alone form real sentences. You couldn’t even warn him before the waves of pleasure racked over you. Your hips bucked against Garreth’s hand as your walls clenched around his fingers. He released your nipple and moved to kiss your lips again. You returned it hungrily as he brought you through your orgasm.

As you came down, Garreth’s fingers slowed but didn’t stop. Your hips jerked occasionally as he brushed over your overstimulated clit. Part of you wanted to tell him to stop – let you catch your breath and calm down. Another part wanted to let him carry you right through to another high.

“That was amazing,” Garreth said, before nuzzling into the side of your neck.

“I should say so,” you agreed between heavy breaths. Your face and chest were coated in sweat, and the air in the room was slowly cooling you off.

Regrettably, Garreth slowly removed his hand from your knickers and rested it on your hip, instead. He kissed along your neck, letting his tongue flick out to taste your skin here and there. “I love you,” he said, his voice slightly muffled from his position.

You ran your fingers through his curls and pressed a kiss into them. “I love you, too.”

Garreth propped himself up on his elbow to look down at you. “Did I…do okay?” he asked nervously.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question after the euphoria you had just experienced. “You were marvellous,” you assured him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips.

He was smiling when you pulled back. “Good,” he said. “I wouldn’t want you to feel like you’re downgrading.”

You gave him a confused look. “Downgrading from what?” you asked.

He bit his lip as his gaze dropped to the bed. He shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t know, but…you said you’d never been manhandled during before, so…”

You still stared at him with your brows furrowed together, trying to decipher what he meant. “Oh,” you said as it clicked. “Garreth, I just meant that generally. I wasn’t saying…I mean, I haven’t done this sort of thing before. Well, not…you know…with someone else.”

Garreth’s face turned red. “I’m an idiot,” he said as he collapsed down, burying his face back in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry.”

You chuckled as you stroked his hair, attempting to soothe him. “It’s okay. I guess I’m flattered you think other people are wanting to…do stuff with me,” you joked.

He lifted his head to look at you. “Oh, I know they do,” he said bluntly.

You quirked an eyebrow at him.

He bit his lip and scrunched his nose as he realized his slip, hinting at the contents of private conversations. “I, um…” he stammered.

You held up a hand to stop him. “I don’t want to know,” you said.

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I promise I’m not just constantly talking to other guys about our lecherous desires for you.”

You laughed. “That’s probably good.”

He nodded in agreement.

You smiled at him. “You’re adorable, you know.” You kissed his nose before pushing him onto his back so you could snuggle against his chest. Garreth hummed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around you. You could hear the steady rhythm of his heart as your ear rested over it. You drew lazy shapes on his ribs with your index finger. “So, um, had you ever–?”

“No,” he said, interrupting your hesitant question. “Though, hopefully you asking means I didn’t seem totally clueless.”

You chuckled. You looked up to see him smirking down at you. You shuffled up the bed so your face was even with his. “I’m glad I got to experience that with you,” you said.

He smiled in earnest. “Me, too,” he said. He held your chin between his thumb and index finger and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “It was almost perfect.”

“‘Almost’?” you asked in mock offense. Perfect was an unreasonable standard, though you did feel a pang of hurt at him voicing his disappointment.

He bit his lip as a flush rose to his cheeks. He had such an earnest look in his eyes as he stared into yours that your demeanour immediately softened. “Well, I mean, I didn’t…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t get to see you.”

He hooked his thumb in the waistband of your knickers as he spoke the last sentence. Your eyebrows rose, but you felt a rush of arousal as heat bloomed in your core again. You ran your tongue across your suddenly dry lips.

“That was my way of asking to see you,” he clarified when you didn’t respond. “I mean, if…if that’s okay.”

You had understood his query. You just couldn’t find words at the moment. You quickly nodded. Garreth smirked, and once again he had you pinned underneath him in an instant. You helped him remove your knickers as his lips latched onto your neck. He ran his hand up and down your side, palming your breast at one point and earning a quiet moan from you.

Garreth sat back on his heels slowly. He was teasing himself by drawing out your reveal. Your legs were parted to accommodate him between them. “You’re perfect,” he breathed out. He dragged his hand over to your core and stroked his thumb languidly along your slit. He moaned at the feeling of your slick skin as he smeared your arousal around your folds.

His touch drove you crazy. He didn’t rush to get to the end. He was relaxed, like petting a cat in front of a warm fire. Like he just enjoyed getting to feel you and would be content to for hours. The thought sounded like torture – but a very pleasurable sort. You were a mewling mess, writhing under his thumb as it rubbed slow circles on your clit. You muttered praises, telling him how good he felt and sighing his name. The only thing putting a damper on your experience was that he was much too far away as he sat on his knees between your thighs. You missed the heat of his body and easy access to his soft lips you’d had when he was pressed against you. You would forgive that, though, because he was so obviously enjoying his current vantage point.

In fact, you couldn’t help but notice his reformed erection tenting in his lap. You were distracted tracing your eyes along the contours when Garreth spoke. “Could I taste you?”

“I–What?” You were still half-dazed as you looked up at him.

“I, um…want to taste you. Here. If…if you’d like it, too,” he said much more anxiously this time and punctuating the word ‘here’ with a firm swipe of his thumb through your folds.

And he had claimed you would be the death of him. You had heard some of the older girls talk about experiencing such things last year. “That’d be amazing,” you said.

His nervous gaze gave way to a mischievous glint in his eye as he gave you a broad smile. He quickly shuffled into position, lying on his stomach between your legs. He placed his large hands on the insides of your thighs, pushing them further apart before he licked up your slit without preamble. He moaned at the taste of you, and you gasped at the vibrations he sent through you.

He pulled back. “Is that okay?” he asked worriedly.

“Yes,” you gasped, reaching down to grab a handful of his ginger locks. You resisted the urge to push his head back between your thighs as your core ached for his attention.

He smirked up at you before returning of his own accord. He licked a stripe along the same path as before, stopping at your clit. He flicked his tongue up and down over it, sending shocks of pleasure through you. Then he dove in, alternating sucking on the little nub and swirling his tongue over it. He moved his attention downward, fucking his tongue into you. You moaned out at the blissful intrusion. It made you eager to know what his hard length would feel like inside of you, though you didn’t voice that to him. You weren’t sure if you were fully ready for that yet.

Garreth experimented, as was his nature, paying careful attention to what you seemed to like best. Once he found a satisfactory rhythm, he quickly increased his pace. The slight burning in his jaw was well worth the utterly obscene sounds you were making. You kept an iron grip on the handful of his hair, stinging his scalp as you tugged the strands, but it was a good kind of pain.

Garreth’s hands had a vice-grip on your thighs, pinning you in place as your hips attempted to buck and jolt from the pleasure he was giving you. At one point, he nipped the inside of your thigh in a playful warning. “Behave, you,” he said light-heartedly. You really tried, but the command only drove you wilder.

His tongue was gentler than his fingers yet somehow more torturous – perhaps from the gruelling pace at which Garreth lapped at you. He released one of your thighs before sliding a finger carefully into you while his mouth focused back on your clit. You let out a needy moan. Having received a positive response, he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. Your tired abs contracted tighter as he worked you with both his hand and his mouth. Your core clenched around Garreth’s finger as he arched it up inside of you.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy, love,” he said. “I love to feel your tight little hole around me.”

You moaned out at his words. He quickly returned his tongue to your nub. He moaned as you continued to clench around his finger, and the vibrations nearly did you in. “Fuck, I’m close,” you managed to groan out.

Garreth kept up his efforts enthusiastically, and you soon fell apart. The pleasure was overwhelming as it swallowed you. You tugged him harder against you as you ground your hips down on his face and fingers, calling out his name. Garreth pulled back panting when you finally released him. You felt a bit guilty as his chest heaved air into his lungs. “Godric’s heart!” he said, still out of breath but smiling wildly. “I nearly came along with you!”

Overcome with the desire to have your own turn with him, you launched yourself at him. You crashed your lips against his as you knocked him on his back – which you suspected he let you do, as there was a slight delay in his falling back onto the bed. His lips, chin, and even cheeks were all wet with your arousal. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. You couldn’t help thinking he’d never looked more attractive than with his face glistening with your juices, having utterly ravaged you.

You kissed down his chest, eager for a taste of him, as well. Garreth grabbed your arm to make you pause. “You don’t have to,” he said seriously.

You gave him a grumpy look as you pulled out of his grasp. “Fair is fair. I should get to taste you, too,” you said.

“Only if you want to,” he said.

You moved further back, settling between his legs as you replied. “I want to fucking devour you whole, Gar. Try to stop me again for my sake, and I just might.” You nipped his thigh like he’d done to you for emphasis. Garreth groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. You quickly rid him of his undergarment, letting his erection spring free. “Or maybe I’ll just leave you here all worked up. Tie up those handsome wrists so you can’t even relieve yourself.”

His head snapped back up as he stared at you in shock. “Please, no! I won’t interfere again. I promise,” he said.

You brought your lips close to his throbbing cock but made no contact. “You’ll let me take care of you, then?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded desperately. “Yes,” he hissed. “Please.”

You licked his tip, and he let out a whimper. You swirled your tongue around it, kissed it, and lapped at the ridge between it and his shaft. Once his hips were writhing from the teasing, you took him into your mouth. He let out a shuttering moan as you enveloped him in wet heat. His hands fisted into the sheets as you bobbed your head. You grabbed one of his wrists and guided his hand into your hair, instead. He tangled his fingers into your hair obediently.

You were an expert on Garreth, but you were a novice at oral sex. So, you worked what you couldn’t fit of him in your mouth with your hand. It glided easily with how much of your saliva was coating him. You enjoyed the burn of his hand tugging at your hair, but you were glad he didn’t try to force you down further than you were able to comfortably take him.

Feeling the heat of your mouth around him made Garreth that much more desperate to experience being inside your dripping cunt. He groaned as the images from his dream crossed his mind again, picturing himself sliding in and out of you as you were stretched around him. He had to fight hard to keep his hips still. All he wanted to do was thrust them up into the warmth of your mouth. All the tension came to a head as you bobbed faster up and down on his prick. You hummed in approval of the moans and swears that tumbled out of Garreth’s mouth, and the sensation tipped him over the edge. “Shit, I’m gonna come,” he said urgently.

Contrary to what he expected, you didn’t pull off of him. You kept going, letting him fill your mouth with the spurts of his seed. There wasn’t quite as much as the first time he’d come, but you still had a bit of trouble keeping it contained. You swallowed what made it into your mouth before licking up what had leaked down his shaft. He was so enamoured with the sight of you licking his cock clean of his cum that he had half a mind to propose right then. Though, he had enough of his faculties remaining to be aware that it wasn’t the sort of thing to do in a post-orgasmic haze.

Though, to be fair, he’d decided months ago that he’d marry you if it was the last thing he did. His aunt had laughed right in his face when he told her as she pressed him about post-graduation plans. In her defence, she hadn’t meant to. She was just caught off-guard. She had told him to be reasonable and keep his options open. She said he was young – much too young to decide something so permanent. He knew she was just trying to keep him from getting hurt, but he was still upset with her. He said some regrettable things about how she was just embittered because the man she had loved chose his work over her. He stormed out of her office after, but they made up eventually.

You made your way up to snuggle into Garreth’s side. He pulled the blanket over you both. “Where’d you go?” you asked as you reached your hand up to his cheek.

“Hm?” he replied, looking down at you with a confused expression.

“You looked lost in thought,” you said.

He smiled. “Just realized I was right about something,” he replied.

“Oh?” you asked curiously.

He nodded. “Yeah, but…I’ll tell you another time, okay?” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, that’s cryptic and a bit ominous,” you said.

He shook his head. “No, I’m Garreth,” he replied with a cheeky grin. “You said my name enough times this morning, you’d think you’d remember it.”

You snorted out a laugh and pulled your hand off his face to smack his arm. “Garreth!” you chided.

“That’s the one,” he said with a wink. He kissed you before you could really get feisty with him. “Nap with me?”

“We just woke up,” you argued.

“Yeah, but I mean…I think we’ve earned it,” he said before a suggestive grin spread across his lips.

You giggled. “I suppose we have,” you agreed before resting your head back on his shoulder. “And you are quite comfy.” You hugged him around his middle.

Garreth’s heart gave a flutter as you squeezed him fondly against you. He angled his head down to kiss you again. “Sweet dreams, love,” he said.

“Sweet dreams, Gar,” you replied.

You let out a contented sigh as he held you close, and it wasn’t long before you were both fast asleep again. Your last thought before drifting off was that you were very glad you’d decided to show him the Room of Requirement.

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[blueraineshadows]

Running Wild

Wolf!Garreth x F!MC

NSFW 🔞 8.3k words

Garreth Weasley is a shape shifting wolf. This fic was inspired by some gorgeous Garreth artwork by @written-in-cheese , and she has generously completed some special artwork for this one-shot piece.

Tags: smut, wolf shifting, possessiveness, claiming, NSFW artwork, arranged marriages, slight breeding kink, pregnancy, alpha males.

NSFW artwork has been censored. For the full uncensored version - click here

Wolf Garreth Artwork by @written-in-cheese

Fic under the cut

The wagon dipped and rolled as it made the journey through the city, the steady clop of hooves a relentless patter that aided the motion in making her drowsy. Leaning her head against the frame of the window, MC watched the bustling street scenes pass her by, the city still alive with people even in the late evening glow. 

The air clung to late summer warmth, the sky shot through with glorious pinks and golds as the sun kissed the horizon. MC pressed her fingertips to the glass, her eyes longing to see the spectacle of the sunset instead of such beauty being blocked out by row upon row of grand buildings. With only glimpses of beautiful sky to admire, she felt the deep longing in her heart pull with an aching sharpness. 

A longing to see the familiar open skies of home. 

Her fingers drifted to the fine cord that hung about her neck, the delicate adornment disappearing into the neckline of her dress. Such sumptuous silk and lace to be dressed in, a garment worthy of any fine lady, and yet she detested the trappings of such finery. Absently, she allowed her fingers to trail over the trinket concealed beneath her bodice, hidden from disapproving eyes and yet always close to her heart. 

“You look rather pensive, my dear. Are you quite alright?” 

MC pulled her gaze from teasing glimpses of big skies and looked upon her companions seated opposite her in the carriage. The Harringtons were purest of blood and very high society, their matriarch, and formidable social queen, was seated directly opposite, her cool, assessing eyes fixed on MC. 

“I am quite well,” MC assured Mrs Harrington, her hand lingering against her chest, reluctant to lose the feel of the trinket beneath her touch. 

Mrs Harrington stared down her hawk nose with a look that suggested she was not fooled. 

“All eyes were on you tonight, sweet child,” Mrs Harrington said smugly, lips pursed with determined confidence.

She was a woman used to being obeyed and didn't expect anything less this evening. “The summer is not over yet. There is still plenty of time to announce an engagement. Perhaps, after this evening,  we will see you finally agree to such a suitable match.”

MC bit back her groan of disgust. The talk of engagements and marriage was a topic that she found tedious and pointless. She was not interested, despite being sent to the city for the season with the hopes of securing a match. 

Not her hopes. She flatly insisted on reminding people. It was her brother who was hoping to settle her into a good marriage. It didn't matter whom, as long as he was pure blood and decent enough to take her on. 

It had been a long and tiresome summer, and MC longed to escape the confines of these horrid dresses and city streets, tied to these insufferable pure bloods with their grand homes and fancy parties. The social networking she had been forced to endure set her teeth on edge, and she was surprised she had any left to grind. 

“Oh, leave her be, grandmother. It has been an enjoyable evening. Let's not spoil it now.” 

MC swung her gaze towards the young Master Harrington, his golden hair swept neatly to one side, his pale eyes twinkling as he winked at her across the carriage. Seated beside his grandmother, dressed in only the finest suit and silk waistcoat, Corbin Harrington was quite the dashing young man. 

Highly eligible, and yet still on the marriage market, as dear grandmother had grand designs on securing MC as his fiance. With her family name and purest of blood, she was quite the catch. Set to inherit a small fortune when she reached the grand age of 21, an inheritance due to her from her deceased parents, she was highly eligible. 

All summer, she had been plagued by so many letters of interest from London's high society, but it was the Harrington's who had dominated her time. So far, she had resisted their offer of young Corbin's hand, claiming she needed to be absolutely sure of her choice given the lack of parental advice. 

She only had her dear aunt to call on, and Gemma was nestled deep in the Scottish Highlands, so far removed from high city living that poor, old Mrs Harrington would likely have a fit if she came face to face with her. 

The very thought of it made MC want to smirk. Aunt Gemma was a rare one, a very special woman who held MC’s heart firmly in her hands. The longing to return to the loving arms and cosy cottage of her one living adult relative filled her up until her eyes were glazing with unshed tears. 

Giving Corbin a thankful smile for at least trying to get his grandmother off her back, MC pressed her fingers more firmly against her chest, feeling out the shape of the trinket hidden beneath her bodice. 

She dared not even risk Mrs Harrington getting her watchful eyes on it, the charm likely to cause a scandal, and the old crone would likely demand its instant removal. MC would never do such a thing. She never took it off, not even in bed. In fact, she held it firmly in her grasp as she settled beneath expensive cotton sheets. 

It was a gift. A rare and very special gift. Given to her by someone who was worth more than any glittering jewellery or elaborate silk gown. 

Her fingers deftly felt out the shape of the trinket, a long fang tooth worn smooth from touch, a lucky charm, and a symbol of protection from one who had offered it out of deep affection. 

Not only scandalous to the social elite, but forbidden to be given to a mere human. He had broken the rule for her, as they had broken many other rules set down by his kind. It was their secret, a secret she cherished, and another reason why marriage was the last thing on her wish list. 

Beneath her fine silk and lace, laying snug against her skin, was the tooth of a wolf. Not just any wolf, but a shape shifting wolf. Not just a myth, or a children's bedtime story, wolves who shifted into the shapes of men lived and walked the forests of the world. 

And MC had managed to get close to one of them. 

As the carriage came to a stop before the gates of the Harrington home, she pressed her fingers to the wolf tooth and longed for big skies, shadowed forests, and the warm glow of a wolf's gaze. 

….*....

“Will you walk with me?”

Corbin offered his arm, his smile quite lovely as he leaned slightly in her direction. There was still enough daylight to see, the golden glow of the evening's last rays glinting off his fair hair. In another life, perhaps she would have fallen for him. He was very handsome, and he was also charming.

The passing of the summer had been made more bearable by his presence, a rare gem in the nest of Harrington that exuded warmth and friendliness. Whomever it was that managed to claim his hand in marriage would be a lucky witch indeed. MC could only hope that he was matched with one as equally lovely.

Old Mrs Harrington watched as MC took Corbin’s offered arm, her lips pursed in cool approval as the couple turned to make their way towards the pretty garden of the London house, MC’s skirts swishing softly against the paved walkway.

“Don’t mind my Grandmother,” he said with a soft smile. “Underneath all that blue blood exterior, she is not so bad.”

MC returned his smile, hearing words he had repeated so often over the last few weeks. As lovely as he was, he was still one of them, his hopes pinned on her acceptance of their offer. She could see it in his eyes when he looked at her, the gentle but appropriate touches he placed on her body, the soft yearning that would cross his face at times when they were alone.

She was no stranger to the look of desire in a man’s eyes, she was not so naive as to not recognise it, no matter how differently it was dressed up in this young gentleman beside her. Whilst flattered and endeared by his fondness for her, Corbin did not make her blood sing, nor make her skin crave his touch.

MC knew she craved more than a piece of paper that bound her to a man, exchanging rings as a symbol of a forever pretending that this was what you wanted. It sounded like a lonely existence, and it went against everything that she held close to her heart. Freedom, love, a love that was boundless and all-encompassing.

As they walked through the sweet smelling beds of roses, she looked to the sky, the cloying thickness of the scent almost as suffocating as the smoggy city centre. Again, she thought of clear sky and mountain breezes. Here, she couldn’t see the rising moon, and there was no long and mournful howls to split the night at the sight of it.

“You often look to the skies, MC,” Corbin said, looking up at the twilight hue himself. “What is it that draws your gaze that way?”

“I long for my home, away from the city,” she replied honestly. “I miss the freedom of the wilds and the clearer air. I wonder how one does not wilt away forced to live here all the time. I find myself striving for every breath, every day a battle.”

A flicker of sadness crossed his gaze, and he paused near a neatly trimmed hedgerow. “Have you not enjoyed your time with us?”

Meeting his gaze, she could see the hope, a dancing flame that she could not kindle in return, but she smiled and placed her hand over his briefly. A chaste touch that was not meant to inspire.

“The company has been favourable, Corbin. You have been a most gracious host. However, the city is not my home, and it never will be. I don’t feel like myself here.”

Her fingers drifted towards her necklace, grazing against the silk that hid the tooth pendant. Images of dappled sunlight through trees, rushing streams, and cool air on her bare flesh rushed through her thoughts. Memories of the glow in emerald eyes filled with wanton fire made her fingers press more urgently, the tooth imprinting into the flesh of her chest.

Corbin looked thoughtful, and he nodded slightly, his face becoming grave. “Your heart already belongs to another, doesn’t it?”

A soft gasp left her lips, and she lifted her eyes to his, startled and caught off guard. “I’m sorry?”

“As much as I wish it to be different, I have suspected for some time that you have a love somewhere waiting for you,” he said, a sad acceptance drifting over his face. He gestured to her hand pressed tightly against her bodice.

“Whatever trinket you wear every day means something to you. Whenever marriage or talk of affections is brought up, you touch it. The faraway look in your eyes when you gaze at the sky brings the loveliest smile to your lips, and your hand will be seeking out whatever it is you keep hidden. I am not a fool, and neither am I an ogre. It is why I always try to stop my grandmother from pushing you so hard. I know you do not wish to accept the offer of my hand, for you love another, and I suspect he is waiting for your return. You are here for a sister’s duty, nothing more.”

Hastily removing her hand from the tooth concealed beneath her dress, MC felt the faint warmth of a blush stain her cheeks as she tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears. How dangerously close to the mark he had struck with his words. It made her heart pound as she wondered who else had noticed and suspected. 

“It is merely a reminder of home,” she said quickly, waving his words away like parlour smoke. “It brings me comfort when the home sickness rears its head.”

She made a step forward along the path, but he halted her, stealing her breath as his warm palm cupped her burning cheek. His eyes were so very close as he studied her and she found that she could not look away. For the first time, she almost felt a tiny ripple of reaction at his closeness, but it was faint, warmth rather than fire. Affection rather than an inferno of desperate need.

“Your secret is safe with me, whatever it may be. You do not even have to tell me the truth of it. Just…” He hesitated, biting his lip, that hope flaring in the depths of his eyes again. “Is there any chance? If I were to turn a blind eye… would you take my hand?”

“Corbin!” She gasped, putting her hand against his. “Please don’t say that. You are a wonderful gentleman, a pure heart who deserves so much more than this. You deserve to marry a girl who can give all of herself to you. I would not hurt you in such a way. I couldn’t.”

His lips trembled, and he looked downwards. “Then you must feel for him deeply,” he said. He took a steadying breath. “You should return to him. Don’t linger here where you are unhappy.”

“If only it were that easy,” she whispered, gently removing his hand from her face.

Whilst she did have someone waiting back home, he too was caught up in the rules of his own society. They had made no promises to each other, and one day, she may need to say goodbye to him. The thought tore at her, and she swallowed it down.

“It is that easy,” Corbin said, straightening. “Go, tonight. I will cover for you, and you can be back in Scotland before dawn. Take the Floo in my father’s office. I will let you in.”

“Why would you do this for me?”

“Because I would rather know that your face is graced with that lovely smile than stand to see you stuck here, wilting under the bonds of a marriage you would grow to hate,” he said, ducking his gaze and swallowing hard. “I would never forgive myself.”

Releasing a shaky breath, she touched her fingers to her necklace, her heart pounding at the thought of being home by the dawn, and of running through the trees towards freedom and fire. Looking at Corbin in his fine suit, she could not ever imagine him doing such a thing, but his words and offer tonight had opened her eyes to the man within. He truly was one of life’s rare humans. She stepped towards him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm, moved by his words, and still processing what they meant.

It was a refusal of his proposal and an offer to run back to where her heart desired to be.

Unable to find the words, she threw her arms around him. Blast the etiquette and stuffy social rules, she held him tightly, fingers clutching at the back of his suit coat as she breathlessly whispered her thank you to him. He had stiffened at the impact of her body against his at first, but then his arms came around her, and he held her to him, burying his face into her neck with a soft sigh.

“Just be happy, MC,” he said, hand gently stroking the small of her back. “And you know where to find me should you change your mind.”

As lovely as he was, she doubted she would step foot in London ever again.

….*....

The air was cooler and wonderfully refreshing as MC breathed deeply, closing her eyes and letting the trappings of city living drift away on the mountain breeze. Opening her eyes to the dawn, the sky was huge, inviting, and anticipation tingled over her skin as she gazed at the setting moon. Touching her fingers to the wolf tooth, she smiled, the distant mountains of the Highlands still free of snow, but the tell tale bite of autumn was already touching at the breeze this far north. She was ready for it.

Boots crunching against the wilderness trail, she enjoyed the freedom of her short trousers and woollen socks, her stride confident and loose rather than demure and ladylike under frivolous skirts. Her hair was loose and flowing down her back, lifting in the breeze, free from the confines of bobby pins and floral clips. She felt like herself, and her smile said it all. 

At her arrival before the first hint of dawn, Aunt Gemma had been sitting in her rocking chair by the fire, a steaming brew in her hands. She had smiled, unsurprised at her niece’s arrival, merely nodding towards the teapot on the well scrubbed kitchen table. “There’s tea in the pot, my love,” she had said.

Fed, and still feeling the warmth of a welcoming hug, MC had left the cottage with only one thought in her mind. Her aunt never questioned where she was going. She didn’t need to. Her aunt was wise in ways other people didn’t understand, and she had never tried to stop MC from following the wolves into the forest.

The pack were a close-knit community, preferring their own kind most of the time, but they strayed into the hamlets now and again in their human forms. Here, in the wilds, it was still relatively safe for them to do so, but in the urban sprawl that was booming in the south, more and more wolves were falling prey to hands that didn’t understand. They were seen as dangerous beasts, dark and feral, unsafe.

Whilst they were, indeed, dangerous, they were not violent unless the need arose. They would defend their packs to the death, and would not any soul do the same for their family?

The edge of the forest loomed before her, and MC took one last long look at the open sky before she plunged under the canopy, a feeling of home seeping deep into her bones. 

Further, she went through the ancient trees, following paths she had traversed many times in her life, winding her way through the gloom towards the lake. A low mist clung to the forest floor, and creatures scuttled here and there. She had her wand and her wits, and she did not fear the shadows as she carefully touched her hands to wizened old bark, brushing up against branches and rubbing her fingers against leaves. She was marking her scent.

A rustle sounded through the canopy, boughs creaking and groaning like a wave through the gloom as the breeze wound its way through ancient oaks and birch. MC paused in her step, inhaling the damp scent of wood and dirt, ruffling her loose hair as the breeze teased at it, carrying her scent onwards through the forest. Her smile danced on her lips as she ran her hand across yet another trunk, the bark rough under her soft fingers as she took a split in the trail that led upwards. 

Whilst their meeting place was always the same, she needed her scent to carry in order to alert him to her presence. She had been gone for weeks, too long, and she hoped he hadn’t forgotten her, or worse, moved on elsewhere. As the distant bubbling rush of a stream reached her ears, she knew she was close, her eyes searching out through the undergrowth as great rocks began to rise out of the gloom up ahead. The path twisted and turned, the rocks becoming more frequent the higher the trail led, and all the while, MC touched trees and shook out her hair. 

As the trees thinned out a little, blue sky broke through the canopy, lighting her way and giving her better visibility as she scoped out the huge juts of rock ahead, the ridges and ledges empty. No sign of beast or bird, and yet she could hear the twitters and chirps of morning birdsong through the trees. Humming a light tune, MC came before a break in the rocks, the path leading through it towards the beautiful clearing on the other side. She had missed this place, images of it drifting through her dreams that left her waking up with deep longing, the secluded privacy of the lake was special in more ways than one.

Pausing on the path, she stared at the opening in the rocks, a smile lingering on her lips as she imagined walking through it, but she didn't. Not yet. First, she took the smaller trail that led around the huge crags of rock, her eyes constantly checking, her ears keen for the familiar sound of approaching steps.

The sunlight was beginning to warm the rock faces, the plants, and shrubs coming alive under the glow of the rays after their night time slumber. MC tucked her hair behind her ear and paused as a shiver ran up her spine, that hair raising feeling of eyes was watching, making her turn slowly on her heels, and she looked up.

There, on a rocky outcrop, stood a wolf. The beast was huge, its copper fur tinged with flecks of white that blended with deeper, more golden tones as it fed down to its chest. The coat was thick and shaggy, curling in places, with scruffy tufts sticking up at the back of its neck. Standing stock still, unblinking emerald eyes watched her, the orbs glittering in the morning sunlight with a predator’s gleam.

Wolf and girl stared at each other for what felt like endless moments before she smiled, her heart lifting as she felt that familiar buzz of excitement that came from being within his vicinity.

The wolf’s eyes were deep emerald green, flecked with gold that shimmered and shifted, a depth to them that pulled you in. One look at him confirmed his beast nature, but if you were to look deeper into those eyes, really paid attention to the beast within, then you would know that there was a lot more to this canine than appeared at first glance. There was intelligence, a warmth that transcended that of a common wolf, and if you knew the soul within, you would find empathy and a gentleness that belied the fearsome jaws and limbs.

That was the wolf she saw. He had caught her scent, and he had come. Now, it was time to play. Now, it was time to run.

Breaking into a sprint, MC turned and ran back the way she had come, boots thudding against the packed dirt of the trail as she headed for the gap in the rocks. She heard the scatter of loose stone as the wolf gave immediate chase, leaping from the rocks to spring along the trail after her. With a heart thudding at double time, she didn’t dare look back, knowing he would be gaining on her with his lithe speed. 

The snap of a branch pierced the air, a flock of birds took off from their perch and all the while, she could hear the thud of great paws bounding after her as she sped towards the gap in the rock, her hair flying outwards in a shimmering wave under the sunlight. 

A breathless giggle escaped her lips as she entered the clearing, the stunning clear lake a masterpiece of nature glittering like glass in the morning light. Gnarled old trees and huge rushes surrounded it, a winding path leading the way around the pebbled shore as she pushed her legs to run faster, great paws sliding across shingle as the chase continued. 

He was the hunter, and she was his prey.

The sunlight almost blinded her eyes as she headed for a sheer face of white rock, boots scrambling for purchase until she hit bare stone, finally spinning herself around to face her pursuer, breathless and flushed as she backed up against the dead end. Her hands felt out behind her, connecting with cool stone as she met the gaze of the wolf. Trapped in the secluded nook of stone, the lake and forest spread out before her. She felt no fear as she stared into predatory green eyes, only a tremble of expectation.

The wolf had slowed, his paws graceful and deliberate as he stalked towards her, pausing before the stone plateau. Larger than a standard forest wolf, his head was almost level with hers as they locked gazes. She knew better than to lower her eyes, maintaining that contact with him meant she kept a semblance of control. It was a power play, a game more than anything, because they both knew that he could pounce and pin her down in an instant. 

The breeze ruffled his shimmering coat, fur that she knew would be soft and thick under her fingers, the powerful body beneath it running hot, with thick cords of muscle stronger than most. An apex predator wrapped up in a fluffy, golden coat.

Her pulse was fluttering like a wild thing in her throat. Her eyes were wide, and she could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she pulled oxygen into starved lungs. It wasn’t just the run that made her breathless. It was being in his presence. Standing this close to him made her body sing with fire. It always had done.

He lifted his head, his eyes blinking as his nose snuffled delicately at the air, his jaw opening to reveal huge white teeth that made her shiver, the pale pink of his tongue panting gently as he appeared to brace himself. MC held her breath, her gaze never leaving him as the air around them whooshed inwards like a vacuum, her vision becoming a blur as he shifted and twisted before her until the wolf was gone. 

Instead, there stood before her a tall, naked man, lithe and strong with freckled skin, his hands large but blessed with long, graceful fingers. His head was a mass of golden and copper curls, falling down about his ears and over his forehead, the colours so similar to that of his wolf coat. His eyes were the same deep emerald green, human shaped and framed with long, copper lashes, but they gleamed with the same predatory glow. 

Looking at him now made her heart thud even harder, her skin taut with anticipation as her tongue slid out to wet her lips, her eyes darkening with desire as they travelled over his sculpted flesh.

He stood firm and proud, his manhood impressive against a bed of glorious red curls, the hair spreading upwards to swirl about his navel and dusted across his freckled chest. He was so very beautiful, and her fingers twitched as she longed to feel his warmth. 

“Garreth…” Her voice was barely a whisper, but he heard her, his head tilting slightly as he stepped up, barefoot, onto the stone to join her.

“Why do you always run?” 

MC smiled at the sound of that deep but soft voice, her breath shaky as her hands clung to the rock face behind her. It was the rush, the adrenaline, and excitement of him bounding after her that made her run. It was knowing that he wanted her enough to chase her down and catch her. She would never outrun him, he would always hunt her down, and yet she gave him that joy of the chase just to see the gleam in his eyes when he finally had her cornered, much like how he was looking at her now.

“You have been gone for two turns of the moon, little bunny,” he said, stepping even closer. “I think I have earned a much longer chase than this.”

“Would you like me to run again?” 

Her head tilted back as he moved even closer, always maintaining that eye contact under his stealthy gaze. He looked hungry, gaze dark and dangerous as he placed a hand up against the rock behind her head, her back now firmly pressed against the cool stone as he loomed over her. That incomparable male scent drifted under her nose, dilating her pupils and making need claw up through her insides. She wanted him, needed him to touch her. It had, indeed, been far too long.

“You are going nowhere, little bunny,” he murmured, his gaze lingering over the lines of her face, tongue sliding over his lower lip before his teeth teased at it, savouring the moment of being close, but not quite close enough. “You are mine, now.” 

So close now, their breaths mingling as she gasped each one, lips parted as she waited for him to make his words true and claim her. But, he didn’t seem in any hurry as his other hand moved towards the front of her blouse, catching the collar between forefinger and thumb to give it a teasing tug.

One by one, in agonising slowness, he popped each button on her blouse, his gaze burning into hers. When she lifted a hand as though to touch him, he used one finger to push her arm away, barely touching her as he shook his head with a warning gleam in his eyes. Her whimper of frustration was lost on him as he returned his focus to the front of her blouse.

“You made me wait for you, now it’s your turn to be patient,” he said, the taunt on his face making her squirm as her blouse fell open to reveal cotton and lace. 

“It was a long two months for me, too,” she said, eyeing his mouth, the temptation of his soft, pink lips making her ache for a taste. “All I could think about was coming back here…to you.”

Gently, he scooped up the cord that hung about her neck, the wolf tooth charm dangling between them. The tooth had been worked with such intricate silver work where it was attached to the cord, ironically making it painful for Garreth to touch it, hence why he dangled it from the cord by a finger.

“You still wear this,” he said, nodding in approval.

“I have never taken it off since you gave it to me,” she said, taking hold of the tooth.

His eyes darkened, copper brows drawing together. “And you shouldn’t. This marks you as mine. No other wolf will touch you whilst you wear this. It is the tooth of my ancestor. It was mine to give to whomever I chose, and it belongs around your neck.”

MC lifted the charm to her mouth, pressing her lips softly against it as she looked up at him. When he had gifted it to her, he had explained that every son of wolf blood received the tooth of an ancestor at birth for protection. As the boy child grew, the tooth would be worn about the neck until the day would come when he would choose a mate to pass the protection charm to. In turn, when the first male child was born to the mate, the tooth would then pass to him, and so on.

MC wore the charm now, Garreth’s ancestor’s tooth around her neck for protection, marking her as his mate, despite the fact that she was a human girl. Garreth had broken with the tradition of his pack in choosing her over a female wolf, the sentiment and gravity of it still managing to steal her breath, even now. His pack would not approve of his choice, and she wondered if he would ever tell them. He would risk being cast out of his pack, alone without his brothers. It was a lot to ask of a wolf, and she feared it was too much. 

What if he couldn't do it? What then?

Tipped with silver, the tooth pendant was an even bigger deterrent against other wolves. Even Garreth himself had to be careful lest it burn his flesh, but it had been his idea. Her protection was paramount, and she knew how much it meant to him that she was safe.

“I will never take it off, Garreth. Not for as long as I live, or until a day may come when you need it back,” she promised. 

His eyes flared, the pupils dilating as they gleamed, a low growl leaving his throat before his hands finally pressed against her body, pulling her hips against him in a possessive move. 

“That day will never come,” he vowed.

MC dropped the necklace against her chest, her hands immediately gripping his shoulders, fingers flexing over the corded muscle she found there as his lips crashed against hers.

The familiar taste of him had her like a starved woman, and she was so hungry, weeks without the feel of him building to this. His bite to her lip was gentle, stirring the ache between her thighs as she parted her lips, welcoming the slide of his warm tongue against hers.

His flesh was hot, taut muscles flexing under her touch, filled with fire and strength as he lifted her easily off her feet. Wrapping her legs about his waist, he held her pressed against the rock as they kissed, her soft moans lost in the cavity of his mouth.

Garreth was the only man to have ever touched her, teaching her how to love with lips and hands, awakening the fire in her flesh that would forever burn only for him. He knew her body, his hands seeking out the gentle curves he enjoyed worshipping, fingers pulling at the irritating fabric of her clothes that blocked him from her flesh. Her skin trembled and ached to feel the heat of his palms, a groan of pleasure sounding in her throat as he ripped her chemise in two to cup the soft globes of her breasts.

“Mine,” he growled, hefting her higher against the rock so he could wrap his lips hungrily over a stiffening peak, devouring her softness with devastating swipes of tongue.

As she dragged her fingers through tumbling copper locks, her head fell back against the rock, her eyes fluttering closed as he tasted her flesh. His hands made quick work of her trousers, her clothes forming a jumbled pile at his feet, uncaring of buttons ripped loose or shredding sounds of fabric. His goal was her, and nothing was going to stop him.

A warm hand slid up her thigh, graceful fingers seeking out the very core of her, probing against slick softness to delve deeply. MC arched her back, gripping him tightly through the devastating strokes of curled fingers as her hips rocked suggestively. Her body opened to him, welcoming him as he drove her ever closer towards sweet release. The heat of his kisses on her throat added to the dizzying spiral, his nose nuzzling against her as he breathed in her scent.

“Let’s get you ready for me,” he said, nipping at her ear as he pushed a third finger into her, stretching her open. He met her gaze, his smirk cheeky, the deep green of his eyes twinkling. “I know you can take me like a good girl, but there’s nothing wrong in having a little fun while we prepare.”

His thumb slid in teasing circles against her sensitive little nub, fingers burying as deep as they would go. The erotic wet sounds her body was making made her bite her lip. She already felt so full, so flushed and desperate, and he had yet to fully take her. Her hand gripped his jaw, the scratch of hair there pleasant against her palm as her thumb caught his bottom lip, her breathless moans making it difficult to form the words needed to tell him how good this all felt. 

Speaking with actions, her palm slid down his chest, over taut muscle and copper hair to seek out the throbbing length of his cock. He hummed in approval, pushing himself into her hand, his tip weeping already and she caught it with her thumb in a slow rub. His skin was so hot and like silk, the stiffness of him making it easy to slide her fisted hand along his impressive size.

“I need you,” she managed to whimper.

“Oh, I know, little bunny,” he said, his mouth open and hot against hers. “And you shall have me.”

His large hands grasped her hips, planting her back onto cold stone before turning her around to face the sheer rock face. Smoothing those hands up over her body, he bent her forward, and she planted her palms against the rock, already widening her stance, preparing for what she knew was coming.

She panted with anticipation, looking down at her feet, so small compared to his as he positioned himself behind her. She felt the enticing nudge of him against her flesh, his fingers wrapping into her hair and tugging just enough to pull her head back, her back arching beautifully as he rubbed at her slicked folds again.

“Are you ready, little one?” He asked, probing his fingers and pumping gently.

MC mewled as she nodded. “...please.”

At the first push, his fingers bit into her hip, her mouth falling open at the stretch as he eased into her, muttering his praises as he filled her to the hilt. Her fingers bent against stone, her nails fruitlessly clawing at the unrelenting surface as her walls clenched around his substantial girth.

Everything about him was big and strong, and she was utterly claimed by him, so stretched and full. Desire fluttered at her core, hunger so fierce her whole body trembled around him, and then he moved, drawing back in a delicious slide before thrusting back with a firmer push.

A cry left her lips, her feet lifting until she was on her toes in a wanton attempt to meet his movement. She took a shuddering gasp of a breath and then exhaled with a pleasure filled cry as he began to thrust with pace, her hands sliding and grappling against rock as she aimed to keep her balance whilst taking him so well. 

Closing her eyes, she absorbed everything, savouring every fine detail until it filled her soul. The crisp, mountain air against her naked flesh, the full feeling of being fucked whilst being held by strong arms, the grip of his fingers keeping her grounded as her body floated on the edge of deep pleasure. 

Around her, nature was playing its own song with air and beast, the distant call of birds vaguely there but lost in the low growls and gasps of pleasure coming from her wolf. Her moans sighed louder than the wind, the breeze lifting strands of her hair to tickle against her sweat coated face and neck.

All the while, the coil of fire in her core was growing tighter with each perfectly aimed thrust, his swollen head rubbing against eager heat, her slick coating them both, seeping from her to dampen her thighs. The slap of skin echoed off the rock surrounding them, the pace quickening with an urgency that had her groaning, heat flaring white hot as her toes curled.

“Oh… Garreth,” she gasped, her head dropping, her hair hanging loose about her face as she felt her core release.

Garreth moaned, pressing his sweat soaked face to her back, buried deeply into her clenching walls as her hips rolled through her climax. His hands swept around to cup her breasts, thumbs rolling over the tight peaks in the most gentle of caresses. Her body pulsed with her pleasure, but her heart thumped with the deepest of love for her wolf. 

His hips pressed forward, the bones jutting into the soft flesh of her backside as his hand swept downwards to press firmly against her lower abdomen with a soft groan. It was then she realised that the throbbing pulsation was not just her own, his cock was pumping her full, releasing satisfying spurts of seed deep into her body. She clenched tighter, sucking him deeper until she felt him tremble, his gasping breaths hot against her back.

Wolf!Garreth x F!MC artwork by @written-in-cheese (see link above for uncensored version)

She shuddered as claws dragged across her stomach, looking down to see the monstrous size of them protruding from the ends of his fingers. He had not hurt her, but there were red lines welling up across her flesh. Panting and cheeks flushed, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. 

His teeth had elongated, his eyes blazing with feral fire, the hair on his chest was thicker, and the veins in his arms were swollen and pulsing as he fought against the urge to fully shift. 

His inner wolf was fighting to come out, the sheer force of his lustful pleasure drawing out the beast that lurked beneath his human skin.

“You're so beautiful,” she whispered, her fingers intertwining with his despite the protruding claws. 

He closed his eyes, grinding his hips tightly against her backside with a sigh, his seed dripping to the stone below as it seeped from her. His claws slowly began to recede, the fur reducing to the more sparse covering his human form had. When he opened his eyes to look at her again, he was calmer.

“Don't ever leave me again,” he said hoarsely. 

Her eyes burned with tears, her throat tightening at the vulnerability in his gaze. She shifted, his thick cock sliding from her as she turned to embrace him. Burying her face into the warmth of his chest she knew that she couldn't leave him. It was an easy thing to promise. 

“Say the word, and I will stay by your side forever,” she said, gripping the tooth pendant tightly in her fist. “I know your pack must come first, but I love you, Garreth. This summer was torture without you. I never want to leave this mountain ever again.” 

Fingers no longer graced with deadly claws, he caught her chin and turned her face up to his. The softness she found in his gaze filled her with such warmth, her body secure against his, surrounded by his safety. 

“My pack knows my choice,” he said, gently caressing her jaw. “Our alpha passed on, and I was supposed to take up the role. It was known that I should follow in his trusted steps, but I stood aside. To be alpha would mean taking a bitch as a mate, and I could not do it. I gave you my pendant and I mean never to ask for it back.”

Her heart squeezed at the news of their pack leader’s death. She smoothed her hand over his chest, lingering over where his heart beat firmly under his ribs. 

“I am so sorry for your loss,” she said, her eyes conveying her sadness. “But what of your pack? Are they not angry that you won't stand as their leader now that your father has gone?” 

He shook his head, his copper locks tumbling in the sunlight. “My brother will stand as alpha. The pack will be safe with his guidance. He is strong and true.” 

“And what of you? What will you do now?” 

He cupped her face, his nose touching hers. “I have chosen my path. I will take you as my own and fill your belly with babies, raise a pack of our own.” 

Her throat constricted, the burn behind her eyes strengthening, and a tear escaped to slide down her cheek. “But, I am not a wolf,” she whispered. “Am I enough for you?” 

“You will always be enough for me, MC,” he said, his fingers trailing down her chest to touch the necklace. His fingertips grazed over the tooth, a hiss leaving his lips as the silver burned his flesh, but he ignored it, holding up the tooth between them by the tip.

“This will be forever yours,” he said, his eyes intense, the flecks of gold blazing like sunlight in their beds of green. “My father graced me with a tooth of his own. I have it safe. You shall keep this one, and our son shall wear the tooth of my father. Together, we shall be our own pack. You will be all I need.” 

Her lungs seemed incapable of drawing breath as she clasped her hand over his, both of them holding the tooth. She was careful to ensure that her fingers prevented him from touching the silver. She would see no harm come to him, no matter how small the hurt. 

“I accept,” she said, nodding her head. Meeting his gaze, it was the easiest thing in the world to agree to. “You are all I need, too.” 

….*....

The twilight sky was beginning to sparkle with stars, the breeze fresh against her face as MC stood and gazed upwards at such beauty, a small smile lifting her lips as she took in the sight of the pale orb of the rising moon. Her hands smoothed downwards over her stomach, the soft swell under her shawl marking the steady growth of the child that lay within. Garreth’s child. 

Arms came around from behind her, the constant heat of Garreth’s body a welcome press against her back as he buried his face into her neck. He hummed softly, his hands seeking out the swell of her belly with firm strokes. 

“You should come inside,” he said, kissing her neck with teasing lips. “There will be a frost tonight.” 

“Then it is lucky that I have you to keep me warm,” she replied, a soft smile on her lips as she turned to look up at him. 

The heat of his kiss warmed her thoroughly, the fire that was ever present between them immediately sparking into something fiercer, his tongue delicious against her own. 

She slid her hands into his hair, tugging gently, but he stilled, drawing back from her with a tilt to his head. His eyes narrowed, the emerald green immediately darkening fiercely as a low, rumbling growl began in his throat. 

He turned in a blur, his hands ensuring she was placed firmly behind him, her heart skipping a beat as she saw a huge wolf step from the lengthening shadows. 

“Hello, brother,” Garreth said, his voice a deep rumble in his throat. “It has been a while.” 

The other wolf was impressive, his coat a beautiful blend of darkest brown and shimmering copper, his eyes a stunning blue that seemed to gleam like ice in the fading light. MC gripped the back of Garreth’s clothes, her heart in her mouth as the wolf stalked a bit closer, his huge paws making no sound against the ground. 

Garreth's hand was about her wrist, holding her behind him, his thumb stroking her softly in comfort. She knew his eyes would be blazing with the feral beast within. She could feel it in the tremble of his muscles as he stared at the wolf he had called brother. 

The wolf paused, lifting his head to sniff at the air, his stunning blue eyes lit with intelligence and understanding. To her shock, he bowed, dipping his great head until his muzzle nearly touched the ground before him, cutting off eye contact with Garreth in an act of surrender.

Garreth stilled, his grip on her wrist tightening subtly. She heard the soft rasps of his breaths as the wolf looked up at him again, tilting its head slightly as Garreth nodded, some kind of unspoken communication taking place between them. Garreth relaxed his grip and gently urged her out from behind him. 

“It's alright,” he said, taking hold of her elbow. “He wants to see you. He won't hurt you.” 

MC stepped out from behind Garreth, one hand placed protectively over her rounded stomach. She eyed the wolf warily, the huge paws and dangerous jaws now so close, his aura of power seeping from him in waves. 

“Is this the alpha?” She whispered. 

“My brother, Oscar,” Garreth nodded. He, too, placed a hand over her stomach. “He has come to put his blessing on the child.”

MC gasped, her gaze meeting those stunning blue eyes. Curious, despite herself, she took a hesitant step closer to the pack leader, Garreth’s hand still holding her wrist as she stood before the towering frame of his wolf brother. 

Again, Oscar's nose lifted to sniff the air before stepping forward to press his snout lightly against her bump, learning the scent of her. Those regal blue eyes lifted to meet hers as a soft rumble sounded in his throat before he turned to nuzzle his head against her. 

The urge to touch him was too much, her trembling hand lifting to stroke through the thick, copper fur under his ear. Rather than fluffy and wild like Garreth, Oscar's fur was smoother, his coat a shimmering silk that flowed in soft waves about his dark ears. His eyes closed at the touch, the rumble in his throat softening to a contented sound that sounded strange coming from such an impressive beast. 

Garreth cleared his throat and firmly lifted her hand away from the wolf’s fur. “I think that's enough touching for one day, don't you?” 

MC looked up at Garreth, slight amusement tugging at the corner of her mouth when she saw the envious scowl on his freckled face. She leaned against him affectionately.

“Don't worry, you're the only wolf for me,” she assured him. 

He lifted his chin, his smirk proud as he wrapped his arm protectively around her, his gaze sliding towards Oscar. As the brothers looked at each other, Garreth’s frown returned. 

“Don't even think about it, brother,” he said, tightening his grip on her. 

MC glanced between the two, feeling a bit left out from their wolf bond conversation. “What did he think about?” 

Garreth looked at her, eyes lit with that feral possessiveness that made her blood burn in her veins. “I'm too much of a gentleman these days to say.” 

MC's eyes widened, and then she began to chuckle, standing on tiptoe to press an affectionate kiss to Garreth’s lips. When she looked towards Oscar, she could have sworn she heard the rumble of growling laughter coming from him too. 

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x f!mc #blueraineshadows #werewolf garreth weasley

[celestial--sapphic]

Kiss me (like you wanna be loved)

Chapter Five

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Story summary:

Evelyn Caddel takes Poppy up on that offer of a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks (minus Highwing) and fifth year does not end the way in which she expected. In fact, it's much, much better.

Or: Self indulgent Poppy Sweeting x f!MC to fulfil my sapphic heart

Pairing: Poppy Sweeting x f!MC (Evelyn Caddel)

Rating: Mature

Total story word count: 48,265

Chapter Five word count: 9,595

Chapters: 5/?

Relationships: Poppy Sweeting/Evelyn Caddel Poppy Sweeting/Original Female Character

Tags: #Developing Relationship #First Relationship #First Kiss #Post-Game(s) #wlw #Sapphic #LGBTQ #Female Character #LGBTQ Themes #Evelyn is an anxious mess when it comes to pretty girls #Fluff #Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationship #pick and choose historical accuracy #Imelda is a bitch but we love her #Poppy Sweeting is Bisexual #MC is a lesbian #cursing

#nudged this up to M just bc of things said that are a bit more adult #happy day of lesbian visibility btw!! yay sapphics being sapphic #celestialyaps #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #evelyn caddel #poppy sweeting #poppy sweeting x mc #poppy sweeting x f!mc #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #Madam Kagowa #professor weasley #matilda weasley #adelaide oakes #sapphic #WLW #lesbian MC

[eggymf-archived]

dearly beloved; masterlist

ft. garreth weasley with f!reader/mc (series)

themes: arranged marriage, 7th year, slytherin!reader, angst, fluff, slow burn, reader is mc, eventual romance, mutual pining, love triangle, friends with benefits

warning: nsfw, smut, toxic dynamics, mild gore, mild violence, not spoiler-free

summary: as the sole heiress of a pureblooded family who valued prestige and wealth above all, an arranged marriage was inevitable in order to preserve the family’s line of purity. much to your parents’ sheer annoyance, you’ve decided to make their jobs unnecessarily difficult by rejecting every single boy from their silly little list of potential suitors, ultimately leaving the last remaining option: garreth weasley.

main masterlist || AO3 || wattpad (will be published there once completed)

a/n: might be on hold for now due to my other ongoing fic. just comment if you want to be added to the taglist. (posting this in advance so that i don’t chuck it in the trash out of fear.)

erotomania: 

a/n: a short prequel of the story featuring f!reader/mc’s unsavory antics before her story with the ever lovable garreth weasley

part 1 - the art of persuasion (ominis gaunt x f!reader/mc) 🔞

part 2 - all’s fair in love and war (ominis gaunt x f!reader/mc) 🔞

part 3 - the elegy of us (sebastian sallow x f!reader/mc) 🔞

dearly beloved:

part 1 - tbd...

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extras: 

a/n: one-shots, blurbs, writing practice, etc. 

no place like home (garreth weasley x f!reader/mc)

update [5/30/2023]: no tentative dates of when i’ll be releasing the main story just yet. i’m still focused on my other fics plus the part 2 of the backstory one-shots. :D

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x f!reader #garreth weasley x f!mc #hogwarts legacy garreth #hogwarts legacy smut

[ashisgreedy]

Garreth Weasley x F!MC

"Good Boyfriend"

Weasley Wednesday Theme: Wet

Oneshot

Tags: Smut 18+ | Established Relationship | Aged up 21+ | Fingering | Multiple O’s | Dirty talk | Light Spanking | Eating out | No plot |

WC: 2,890

A|N: Writing this was fatherless behavior. I am so sorry. I'm not.

MDNI

A breath passes between them as Gareth stares down at her. Their lips are plump from the evening's kisses. He holds her gaze and sends her an adoring look. His arms are around her as they take a short break from their makeout session.

She cups his face, rubbing her thumb along the seam of his mouth. The old couch they're on dips comfortably as they sit side by side. 

Garreth parts his lips as her thumb traces his features. He takes a deep breath and pulls her closer, nearly hugging her to his larger frame. The fireplace ahead of them crackles and fills the room with a warm glow. 

“You are so beautiful.” Garreth’s hand runs down her arm. “Are you warmed up yet, darling?”

She wistfully slides her hand down his chest. “I am, why?” She smiles and reaches up to fix a strand of his wavy hair back into place. 

Garreth’s eyes glint playfully. “Because I’m ready to start taking these clothes off you.” 

The heat from the fire and their frenzied kissing session had warmed her right up. The outside air is unforgiving as it whistles by, but they are safe and cozy in the living room of the small cottage.

She presses her lips together and nods eagerly. “Go ahead…”

With her consent, his hands fly to her top. He begins unfastening the buttons with ease, as he's done many times before. She leans in for a kiss to hide her growing blush. Garreth’s tongue slips eagerly passed her lips as he makes quick work of the buttons.

His hands slide along her bare torso, fingers catching on the strap of her bra. He utters her name as her top falls from her body. “You’re so perfect. I know I say that every time, but… wow.” 

He reaches behind her and pinches the clasp to her bra. Instinctively, she brings her arms up to prevent the undergarment from revealing too much too soon. 

Her heart kicks into gear as Garreth gently moves her arms. The garment falls onto her lap. He slowly slides it from her arms and flings it to the floor. 

Garreth hums his satisfaction and caresses his palms over her breasts. He kisses her lips hard and uses his thumbs to tease the peaks. 

She sighs her delight and presses her chest into his hands. His lips move from hers down to kiss the rise of her breasts. He sucks the flesh lightly and rubs his tongue in circles over her nipple. 

“Oh, Garreth…” She grabs a fist of his hair and tugs gently, urging him to continue. 

He moves to the opposite breast, leaving a wake of kisses between them. His tongue teases before he bites down gently. She moans up at the ceiling, tossing her head back to savor the moment. Both her hands dig into his hair, messing it up entirely. 

“Ah,” He pulls away, leaving his kisses to dry cold on her skin. “Now, let’s get this skirt off you.” He tugs the fabric but it doesn’t budge. 

“It’s, uh. There’s a zipper.” She tries to regulate her breath as she stands. 

“Turn around, I’ll help.” Garreth holds her hips as he guides her to face away from him. He pulls the zipper down and the garment pools at her feet. “You have the perfect body….” He mutters to himself. 

She steps out of the skirt and faces him in just her panties. He peers up at her from where he sits, a reverent look on his face. 

Garreth brushes his hand over the cotton and moves to cup her sex. His fingers slide along her clothed slit as he gazes up at her. He lingers on the damp patch. "Is that just from kissing me?” He teases, but his eyes flash her a lustful glance. “Let’s get these off you, yeah?” 

She nods before bashfully breaking eye contact. The night had been filled with heated kisses, and her neck bore the evidence of Garreth’s desire in the form of several small hickey marks. She wasn’t so bold as to mention the very obvious evidence of his shared arousal that was growing more obvious by the moment. 

“Are you going to take off any of your clothes?” She asks in a soft voice. 

Garreth kisses just below her navel and hooks his thumbs under the elastic, pulling the thin cotton barrier down to her knees. 

“Not yet.” His large hands slide down her thighs, guiding the underwear to fall to her ankles. His kisses trail lower over her stomach while his hands grip her ass.  His lips trail down and he kisses the slit of her pussy, once, twice, then a third time. He sighs and kisses her slit again before pulling back. 

Garreth sits back on the couch and drags his eyes over her naked body.

“Come here, darling.” He reaches out to her and guides her to sit on his lap. “Lay across my lap, both legs to one side. I’ll hold you in my arms.” 

She does just that. He holds her bridal style and lays her across his lap. She trembles in his arms, keeping her heated gaze locked with his. Garreth adjusts his position until they were both comfortable. Her head rests atop the couch cushion.

“Dear me,” His eyes rake over her form. “This is straight out of one of my fantasies.” Garreth smiles at her. “A gorgeous naked woman in my lap, looking at me like she wants me…” His playful tone is laced with lust and longing. 

“Stop," She giggles. "...I do want you though.” She slides her hand up his chest and grips his shirt. 

“Naturally,” He winks. “But, tonight I want to play with you. Is that all right?” 

“Play with me?” She leans in, noses touching before he affords her a heated kiss. 

“To focus on your body. May I?”

“Oh,” She brushes her lips over his. “Yes, that’s quite alright.” 

Garreth trails his fingertips over her bare form. They reach her thigh and he tantalizes her heated skin with a featherlight touch. He tears his lips from hers and trails kisses down her neck. 

Garreth swats her ass lightly and sucks on a patch of skin below her ear.

“Oh!” She sighs, then laughs as her body reacts to his spank. 

“You’re my girl,” His hand slid over her ass gently. "My lovely girl," He swats her ass again and she jumps. 

“Garreth!” She breathes, pulling harder on his shirt. 

“Don’t ‘Garreth’ me,” He laughs lightly against her neck. “You love it.” His voice drops to a sensual whisper. “You told me yourself.” 

A dust of pink rushed up to the tips of her ears. She nods in agreement and buries her face against his chest. 

Garreth pulls one of her legs forward. His palm caressed her bare ass and thighs, squeezing here and there as he pleases. 

“How do you think I’m going to play with you tonight?” 

“I don’t know…”

“Want to take a guess?” His finger brushed along her slit before sliding down her thigh again. 

“You’re going to… touch me.” 

“I’m already touching you. What else?” His fingertips caress her cunt as he smirks.

“To…” A soft whimper escapes her lips. 

“Yeah?" Garreth urges playfully.

“...Finger me?”

“That’s right. Is that what you want? Do you want me to finger your pussy until you cum, darling?" Garreth uses two fingers to spread her wet slit apart.  

“Yes,” She gulps back a moan. Her mouth hovers over his as she speaks again. “That’s what I want.” 

“Badly?” He teases, smiling into a brief kiss.

“So badly… please.” 

“And you’ll get just that, my beautiful girl.” He kisses her excitedly, a big smile on his face as he gently swats her ass again.

She gasps and Garreth muffles the sound with a kiss. He rubs the spot he smacked as if to soothe it. Soon, his fingers trail over her thighs, teasingly ghosting over her sex. His tongue slides over hers, prodding past her lips again and again. 

Her kisses get sloppy as her heart hammers faster. She breaks the kiss and looks up at him. "Please, touch me now."

Garreth looks down, moving her leg to the side for a better view. "My, my. You got this way just from me teasing you?" He sends her a seductive smirk. "Maybe, I should keep teasing you until you-"

"No!” She cut him off.

His eyebrows rose in surprise.

She continued. “No, touch me please!" She placed her hand on the back of his head and held him to her forehead. Her labored breathing tousles strands of his red hair around his face.

"You're already to the point of begging?" He smiled. His gaze was heated as he locked eyes with her.

"Mm, Garreth, please…" She spoke softly.

She watched as his dark pupils took over his emerald eyes. His face fixed into an adoring smile.

"My girl," He sighed and ran a light finger over her slit. 

She shivered at his gentle touch. "Yes…"

"Does that feel good?" His finger explored her slowly, spreading her obvious desire everywhere. 

She nods eagerly. "Yes… Oh, there!" She whines when his finger circles her entrance.

Garreth hums as her body easily welcomes his finger. "That's it," He only moves an inch in and out. He sighs as the wet noise reaches his ears. "That's my fucking pussy." He groans. He slides his finger all the way and his girlfriend arches into his touch.

She swivels her hips when his finger curls inside her. Her breathy moans pass into his mouth with each slow pump of his digit.

"Those soft sighs you make are my favorite." His teeth sink into her bottom lip and he tugs lightly.

He fingers her slowly, allowing the sensation to build. Their lips meet one another's eagerly.

Garreth becomes completely disheveled as she tugs on the collar his shirt and pulls at his hair.

He adds a second finger inside of her and hooks them against the wall.

"Ohhhhhh!" Her moans grow louder with every skillful pump of his hand.

"You're fucking dripping, babe." He comments as her slickness only gets worse. He fingers her faster and more wetness leaks out. "Fuck! All down your thighs." Garreth grits his teeth.

His red hair sticks to his forehead as the temperature rises. He switches from pumping just his fingers to using the full motion of his whole arm.

"Oh! I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me! Fuck…" He groans. "Just cum, don't think about anything else. Cum on my fingers, baby. Let go."

"Garreth!"

"I can feel your legs trembling," He said as her body quaked.

"Mmm…. Ah!" She shook, holding onto his shirt for dear life.

"Come on, come on, come on," He encourages repeatedly, increasing his speed. "Give in, babe."

She holds onto him as the pleasure snaps inside her. "Oh, Garreth!" 

"So perfect," He praises, looking down to watch her face as she throbs on his fingers. "So beautiful…"

She gasps as pleasure pulses through her entire being. 

"My girlfriend, my beautiful girlfriend… you're making quite the mess." He teases, never letting up as she orgasms.

"Babe!" She utters another long moan before her pleasure subsides. "Okay, okay…Mmm." She urges his fingers to stop by grabbing his wrist.

"You made such a mess of my hand," His slick fingers moved to her parted lips. "Please do me a favor and clean them, will you?" You'd think Garreth was the one that just came with how heavily he was breathing.

She looks down at his hand then back up to him. The look on his face told her he was being absolutely serious. She hesitantly sucks on his soaked fingers, looking up at him. "Hm."

"With your tongue, darling." He adds to his request.

He slides his fingers further into her mouth and she sucks and licks on each one. Her tongue moves in and out between the digits. 

Garreth moans. "Babe… I love you… so much."

When his fingers are covered in her saliva, he pulls them out. He kisses her hard and brings his hand between her legs again.

"Gar-" 

Her words are cut off as he kisses her heatedly. His wet fingers circle her clit and she moans into his lips.

He explores her, moving here and there until he settles on her dripping entrance again.

"Can I add a third finger?" Garreth asks between kisses.

"I-...Oh!"

"Ah… yes. That was easy. Such a welcoming cunt." He purred, pressing three fingers inside her. 

The digits stretch her a bit more and she whimpers.

He pushes in harder, faster, and her mouth hangs open in a silent gasp.

"I love the sound your pussy makes when I finger-fuck you." Garreth's lips trail to her neck and he laps at her red skin.

Her walls flutter and she lets out a lewd moan.

"Are you going to cum on my fingers again?" Garreth hums against her neck, laving his tongue below her ear.

"Yes!" She bucks her hips and presses her thighs together. Her legs hold together tightly as she tries to catch her breath. 

"Awe, come on, babe. I can't finger you properly like that. Open your legs, please."

She squirms and struggles to part her thighs. She trembles while forcing her legs back apart.

"Good, good. That's it," He whispers against her ear.

"I like it when…" She takes in a deep breath. "When you press your palm down, like…"

"On your clit?" He presses his fingers in deeper and grinds his palm over her clit.

"Yesss, just like that," She closes her eyes and moans at the sensation.

She presses her hips up in kind with his movements. He rubs his fingers inside and grinds his palm in a circular motion over her clit. She rapidly pushes her body into his hand.

"Gar… Garreth, Ah!"

"I just love when you whimper my name," His voice is barely a whisper. "It sounds so good coming from you, darling."

She grips the wrist of the hand that is fingering her. She holds tight as her body rocks against it.

"Garreth! Mmm…"

"Oh, I'm positively addicted. I could do this all night." He pants as if he were the one being pleasured. 

She could feel her own wetness all over her thighs. She was on the verge of yet another climax and her body over prepares with more juices.

"Ah! Oh, Garreth, I'm-"

"Oh, again?" His low voice was laced with a hint of a teasing tone. "You're going to cum again for me, darling?"

"Tsh," She scoffed between moans. He was saying that like he wasn't trying his damndest to get her off one more time.

The sound of his finger movements was obscene. Slick, wet, and squelching sounds filled the room.

"Come on, cum on my fingers," Garreth requests

Not another second went by before she was arching into him, walls flexing and throbbing against his three fingers.

"Oh, fuck!" She rode his hand as the waves rush through her.

"Thats it…" Garreth breathed. "Mm, a little more."

His movements sped up and she couldn't stop the rush of extra lubricant coming from her orgasm.

"Oh! Oh, Garreth, Ngh!"

He keeps up the pace until her hand pushes his away.

"I love you," Garreth kisses her sweaty forehead as she pants in his arms.

She relaxes back into the couch and wraps her arms around his neck. Her heart pounded in her ears. 

"I fucking love you too, Ah..." She finally replies.

"You're very wet," Garreth smiles pridefully.

"Shut up," She smiles back, playfully swatting at him.

"You want to get cleaned up?"

"Sure, get me a towel," She looks over to her clothes left in a pile on the floor.

"I have a better idea," Garreth smiles and slides down the couch.

"What are you…!"

He rests between her legs and begins kissing her thighs. He hums against her skin, licking the moisture and cleaning up the slick desire.

Her hand dives into his hair as he moves to her other thigh. She tosses her free arm over her face, hiding herself from view.

Garreth moans as he licks his way to her spent cunt. He kisses and laps at her slit.

"Ah, god!" Heat radiates from her core.

He uses both hands to gently push apart her folds. He licks and sucks every inch of her pussy. He eagerly goes over each area several times, sucking and licking until she's no longer covered in her own desire.

His tongue dips into her entrance. He laps at it while grinding his own hips into the cushion for some friction.

"That feels so good, what the fuck…" She whimpers and holds her boyfriend's head between her legs.

"Mm, you taste fantastic," He hums, spreading her lips apart with both hands to gain better access.

"My god, Garreth! You'd think we'd been apart for ages the way you're going in." She lets go of his head and covers her face with her hands.

Garreth lets out a breathy laugh against her slit. He kisses her pussy several times before popping his head up.

"You don't want to see how deprived I'd act if we are ever apart for too long."

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[ellivenollivander]

Days Go By Fast

Anyone remember when @applinsandoranges played that lyric prompt game like, a month ago? Yeah, well this is the fic I wrote for the prompt I received. Which was: "Sit back and witness sheer chaos" Summary: "It's not every day that your young man turns eleven, now is it?" In which the Weasley's eldest son turns 11, and MC wants to throw a big party for him, and then stresses out about it. Her husband comes to the rescue. Pairing: Garreth Weasley x F!MC Rating: SFW! Fluff! Silly Fun Family Fluff! A/N: I saw the word chaos, and my brain immediately went to WEASLEY CHILDREN. Also, I named all of the children. It was just easier to write that way.

“Mind his head now, there you go, love.” Garreth's girls seemed to never get enough of holding their new baby brother, he and his wife had assumed it was something akin to a honeymoon phase. Though here they were, six weeks later still bouncing on their toes, begging to hold him whenever he was brought within three feet of their presence.

Lionel now safely resting in his sister's arms, Garreth turned to his eldest son, ruffling his hair “You wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on them would you, Finn? It would be just for a moment. While I go check to see if your mother has blown up the kitchen in her panic.”  

Finn smiled, his hand running gently over the baby's head before rolling his eyes in a way that looked much like his mother. 

“Please go, I’ll make sure they don’t drop ‘em.” 

Garreth tried his best not to turn his elder children into bonus parents for his younger ones, something he had grown up with in his large family. However, he felt a swell of pride each time Finn stepped in to help of his own accord, with a smile. 

He knocked his knuckles against his son's chin with a grin, before taking his leave. Heading towards the kitchen where he knew his wife was flitting around in a panic, preparing for today. He chose to ignore the bickering of his daughter's flabbergasted defenses at Finn having the gall to suggest they’d drop their brother. 

MC was indeed in a state. The hair she had spent nearly half an hour tying up in the mirror this morning was hanging in frizzy tendrils around her face, now held up only by her wand. The wrap she normally carried Lionel around the house in was now drooping loosely around her abdomen, and she was absolutely covered in various baking ingredients. “I told you I’d take care of the cake, MC.” Garreths voice was light with laughter and bewildered amusement at his beloved wife. Who was desperate to make Finn's eleventh birthday party a memorable one. Of course, their son had received his owl with his Hogwarts acceptance letter last week, on his actual birthday. Face crimson red with delight, and loud cheering around the kitchen table when he had received his first proper bit of post just for him. 

Garreth had managed to convince his wife to push his birthday party back a week. A compromise to what he had been really pushing for, which was no party at all. Knowing his kind and responsible son would be just as happy with his favorite dinner and a cake.  

Garreth had been worried about the toll the stress of planning and hosting a large party would take on his wife, so soon after giving birth to their littlest boy. He wanted her to rest, soak up as much time as she could with their newest addition whilst she was still on maternity leave from the ministry. 

Though, of course, his wife was hearing none of it. Her desire to celebrate their eldests first big milestone in the magical world, turning eleven, going to Hogwarts was passionate enough to squash any of Garreth’s defenses. 

He had tried his best to shoulder as much of the responsibility for the party as his wife would allow, which wasn’t nearly as much as he had hoped. 

“Is that egg?” Garreth had rounded on his wife, tugging the bowl from her hands and swiping a finger across the goo on her cheek. She slapped him away, a blush on her cheeks. 

“I can bake a cake for my son, Gar.” 

“As can I, and I can do it without frightening the children. Delia said you were cursing at my moms cookbook. Now, what did it ever do to you?” He set the bowl on the counter, pressing a small kiss to her temple, seemingly the only place she hadn’t managed to muck up with her attempts at baking. Just as MC was defending her tirade against her mother-in-law's cookbook, there was a knock at the door and Garreth winced at the panic filling his wife's eyes, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. 

“Don’t freak out, love. It’s just Lee and his own posse.” 

Her panicked look didn’t fade, and anger flashed alongside it. 

“I asked them to come early, to help out, don’t bother fighting me on it. It’s already done. You just have to deal.” He booped her nose with his finger, a grin on his face that he knew made his wife soften to him. She narrowed her eyes, before bolting out of the room and up the stairs to clean herself up, cursing as she went and her husband's laugh following her along the way. 

“Delia, you should know better than to open the door by yourself.” The sound of the front door clicking shut accompanied his best friend's stern tone. “I knew it was you, Uncle Lee!”

Garreth continued grinning as he cleaned up the mess MC left behind, listening to his best friend chastise his youngest daughter. The thrilled shrieks of the rest of his children soon followed at the arrival of their Aunt and Uncle and their children. “Oh? You knew it was me did you? Can you see through doors now? Don’t yell, your baby brother's little ears are sensitive, you hellions.” Garreth had just finished scourgifying the last of the batter, before pausing his work to join them back in the living room to greet his best friend and his family.  “Oh please, the little brute won’t even sleep unless his siblings are making a ruckus. Poor lad has never known a moment of silence.” 

Garreth couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the sight of this family in his living room. Leander had Delia wrapped against his chest, his fingers tickling her sides. Poppy was crouched beside Tilly, cooing at the baby still in her arms, and Lea was tucked into the corner with the Prewetts two children, Ruth and Oliver. Speaking in hushed tones and soft giggles, while Finn was desperately trying to breach their small circle, being held back by Lea’s hand on his forehead. 

The only thing missing from the picture was his darling wife, who had just reappeared down the stairs, looking as refreshed as a new mother of five could. She pinched Garreth’s side as she passed him, effectively ruining the moment of pride and love he was feeling, replacing it again with his usual playful attitude, making him swipe at her backside. 

MC glared back at him, but he could see the smile tugging at her lips, though it wasn’t long before a familiar look of stress and worry etched itself back into her features.

“You guys really didn’t have to come, you know. I had it handled.”  She shot daggers in Garreth’s direction as she spoke over the dull roar of the children and their noise. Poppy stood up, shaking her head with a smile. 

“Oh please, MC. I couldn’t imagine pulling off this party with five children at home let alone being six weeks postpartum.” She laid a comforting hand on his wife's shoulder. “We would have come early anyhow, even if your husband hadn’t asked us too, so don’t be too hard on him. He just wants to make this a great day. For Finn.” 

Both women turned to watch the boy in question, who was now trying to put his sister in a headlock in his attempts to catch sight of what the Prewetts had brought him for a gift. 

“Please stop torturing him, you three. Come on. Let’s go outside.”

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Soon enough, Garreths cake was cooling on the counter and everyone had been delegated a task to ensure everything got done in time for the rest of the plethora of guests that MC had invited to arrive. 

Much to her dismay, Garreth had sat MC down in the soft sunshine to nurse Lionel, alone whilst everyone else finished preparing for the party for her eldest baby boy. 

Garreths parents arrived next, an hour before the party was properly due to start and they immediately had been set to work in helping with the preparations. 

His mother started assisting Poppy in getting refreshments on tables in the garden. MC couldn’t help but smile watching Lea carefully carrying a pitcher of juice across the uneven grass. Her little face full of concentration, determined not to spill. 

Garreth had put his father and Leander to work in helping him raise a colorful tent around the tables, wands raised while Oliver and Finn looked on in wonder. Their little minds still enamored by magic in its simplest of forms.

Soon enough, guests started trickling in. Garreths siblings, their children, which really nearly filled their small garden on their own. Followed by neighbors and friends. All laden with gifts and good cheer for Finn, who had turned into the most gracious of hosts. Thanking each and every person that showed up with a big grin and red cheeks.  

Eventually, Garreths mother had even taken Lionel from her arms, and MC was left to do nothing but wander around the party. Keeping an eye on her children, on the tables seeming to never empty with Garreth and his mother circling them every so often, waving their wands when a dish seemed to dwindle in size. 

She watched as Lionel was passed to Poppy. A pout forming on her face and Leander shaking his head in exasperation before she could even speak her desire. 

MC caught sight of her other four offspring, each and every one having the time of their lives, and the evidence of her own baby fever. 

Garreths sister had charmed an old garden statue of a giant purple toad to spew water from its mouth, delighting all of the children present as they played in its spray. A welcome relief to the summer sun beating down on the party and its guests. 

She was so caught up in watching them, she didn’t notice her husband sidle up next to her with a butterbeer in hand and an arm around her waist. 

He kissed her cheek, pulling a leaf from her hair as he did so. Letting out a happy sigh as he joined her in surveying the party she had spent weeks stressing out over. 

“We pulled it off, love. Everyone’s having a great time. Especially Finn.”

The proud parents found their eldest son, trying to shove his cousins’ face into the frog's mouth. They laughed in exasperation when his grandfather pulled him back by the collar of his now very wet shirt. With the party now in a full, successful swing, Garreth reminds her to just try and enjoy the moment. To celebrate their little boy. 

“I can’t believe he’s eleven, Gar. I feel like I blinked and he went from being an infant and now he’s off to Hogwarts in a months’ time.” She tries to swallow the lump in her throat at the thought. Her chest tightening in anxiety about the boy who made her a mother being so far away from her. 

“I know.” His jaw was tight when she glanced at him, and her eyes threatened to fill with tears knowing he was feeling much similarly. He managed to pull his eyes off his son to his wife, and then they went wide. “Don’t you dare cry, or I’m going to cry and then Finn will never let us throw him a party like this again.”

MC laughed, fanning her heated face with her hand, trying to stop herself from blubbering like an idiot. Garreth pulled her tightly against his side once again, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“We just have to relax, sit back and enjoy the sheer chaos that is our family.”

MC wrapped her arms around her Garreth's waist, and hummed happily in agreement, slowly letting all of the stress of the last few weeks go, letting herself soak up the sunshine and all of the love being poured out for her son.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x f!mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #leander prewett #poppy sweeting #various weasleys #I HAD FUN writing this once i got into the swing of it #domestic family fluff is my niche me thinks #ENJOY mwah #love you all #WEASLEY WEDNESDAY

[imagrindylow]

Full of Surprises

Garreth Weasley x F!reader. 2.9k words.

Content Warnings: 18+ Explicit Content; Fluff, smut, sex. Characters are all of consenting age. Summary: You have a crush on Garreth and you take him to the room of requirement to tell him how you feel and you have some surprises for him.

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You felt almost guilty as you lead Garreth to the 7th floor corridor to finally show him your room of requirement. For years now it had been your little secret, and though you didn’t have as much use for it now in your final year, it still provided a nice, quiet retreat from the general madness of the rest of the castle. There was only the large main room remaining, a few potions stations and planters along the walls between tall bookshelves, and a cozy seating area in the center of the room. Most of your vivariums had vanished upon being emptied when you finally rid the greater Hogwarts area of poachers, and your animals were able to be released back into the wild, but one remained, a permanent sanctuary for Highwing.

You felt like this is something you should have shown him sooner. Garreth had always been extremely trusting of you, showing you his secret passage to Honeydukes within days of meeting you, back in 5th year, when he enlisted you to help him with sourcing some ingredients. He always knew you were someone he could count on, but you took your time opening up to him and cultivated your friendship slowly. Now you were hoping that things could progress to something more.

Garreth didn’t notice you stop in the hallway and he continued through the doorway towards the astronomy tower stairs. “Wait!” you called for him, jogging his way and grabbing his hand, leading him back to the hall “It's here, you passed it.” His bright green eyes widened, he smiled and his cheeks went red at your touch as you as you pulled him back in front of the blank wall. “Here? There’s a secret here, that I haven’t found in 7 years?”

“You aren’t the only one with castle secrets,” you told him and closed your eyes, thinking of the room behind the wall, imagining all of your potions, plants and your hippogriff.

He kept hold of your hand as he watched the doorway appear in front of his eyes. You gave him a permissive nod and gestured towards the door. The look on his face as he opened it and stepped inside was priceless.

“You have been holding out on me,” he scolded playfully as he looked around the room, heading towards your cauldrons and potion ingredients first.

“I know, I’m sorry.. I should have showed you sooner. I have been wanting to.” you blushed.

“Don’t be silly, I’m honored you’re showing me at all.” He was still grinning ear to ear. “What’s this here? There can’t actually be a beach in there?” he asked motioning towards your vivarium.

“That’s what I really wanted you to see! I want to introduce you to someone. Are you up for it?” You asked while walking over to him, looking him up and down and taking in just how excited he was.

“Absolutely,” he was beaming, completely ready to just run through the doorway.

“Hold on now, you may want to take your shoes off... at least, I like to. It’s wet and sandy, after all.” You slipped off your shoes and then tugged your stockings off. You folded them neatly and placed them atop your shoes next to the couch, then you removed your robe and laid it neatly as well. Garreth was taken aback, he though you were surely kidding, but he went along with it, blushing all the while as he slipped off his shoes, socks and robe. He then cuffed his trousers and gave you a nod letting you know he was ready.

You led him through the doorway towards the bright sunlight of the beach. The breeze was warm and welcoming and you could hear the waves crashing against the rocks in the distance.

“This is bloody brilliant,” he looked at you and couldn’t contain his amazement. “I truly am honored you’re showing me this. When did you find this place?”

“Your aunt actually showed it to me 5th year, as a place to focus on catching up with my studies. This is where I would keep animals I freed from poachers while exploring. They’re all back in the forest now, well, mostly.”

He shook his head and laughed out loud at the thought of his own aunt keeping this place from him. The two of you walked slowly side by side down the sandy hill towards the waters edge. “I’m just astonished you and your friends were able to keep this secret so well, and for so long.”

“I haven’t shown this room to anyone else, Garreth.”

He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face you, “You have had a secret room with a private beach… since 5th year… and you haven’t shown anyone else? I find that hard to believe. Why me then, out of everyone?”

“Don’t be daft Garreth,” you told him quietly, “This place is special, and I only wanted to shared it with someone I found equally special.”

He shook his head in disbelief, a wide grin plastered across his face. He laughed, and couldn’t look you in the eyes. “I’m just goofy Garreth. I never considered myself to be someone you found special.”

“Well, I do.” You confessed. You put a hand on either of his shoulders to stop his nervous shifting to and fro. He finally gave you the eye contact you were searching for, his emerald eyes shining especially brightly in the sunlight and reflecting the water behind you.

“This was not what I expecting when you told me you had something to share with me... this place,” he gestured around him, scanning the landscape, “and especially not the confession… but I have to admit, I find you quite special as well.”

You could practically feel his confidence rising now that he knew you thought so highly of him, and it showed when he cupped your head with both of his hands, his fingers around your neck and in your hair, and leaned in to kiss your lips. You planted your hands on his hips and brought his body closer to yours, returning his kiss needily, moaning against his lips. The kiss was slow and passionate and careful, clearly something you both had wanted for some time now, each of you taking the time to savor the moment.

You waited until he broke the kiss to whisper to him, “there is actually one more thing I wanted to show you here.”

“Mhmm, you said you wanted to introduce me to someone?” He kissed your forehead tenderly before taking a step back from you and looking around, searching for a glimpse of who else must be in here.

“It’s more of a something than a someone to be honest.” Garreth looked intrigued. You linked your arm through his and walked through the wet sand at the waters edge towards the far end of the beach where you knew Highwing preferred to nest. You led Garreth through an arched rock formation and in the distance the hippogriff could be seen laying leisurely in the sand, pruning her feathers.

“You are certainly full of surprises,” Garreth smiled wildly when he saw Highwing.

“We could ride on her back and go for a little fly, if you’d like,” you invited him.

“You’re mad!” He gave you a playful nudge and laughed, but very quickly realized you were being completely serious in your offer. He cleared his throat. “You have done that, haven’t you? Oh my, I could have never dreamed such a thing.”

“I have, many times. She’ll let you ride her with me, once I introduce you. She’ll love you, I’m sure of it.”

Garreth had read about introducing ones self to a hippogriff but didn’t think he’d be faced with the task any time soon, if ever. “Well, I can’t very well turn you down, can I?” He told you with a smile.

The two of you continued walking slowly towards Highwing, who eventually stood up and watched you, cocking her head at the presence of a visitor besides Deek.

“You want to bow and when she bows back, you can approach her and give her a nice pat on the beak, she likes that quite well.” You instructed.

You unlinked your arm from Garreth’s and took a few steps to the side as he bowed low, immediately receiving a bow from Highwing in return. Her quick approval of him only made you fancy him more, knowing that the beast’s approval was a true testament to someone’s character. Garreth made his way carefully over to Highwing and extended a hand to rub her beak and she eagerly nuzzled it against his palm. He looked over to you and shot you that grin that you loved, he was so proud of himself. You skipped over to them and joined him in petting Highwing.

“I told you she’d love you.” You gushed, now petting Highwing’s back, and signaling for her to lower herself to make it easier for you both to climb on.

You pulled yourself expertly onto the beast, having ridden her many times, and extended a hand towards Garreth to help him up. He took your hand and leveraged himself onto her back, seated behind you.

“You will want to hold on tight, It won’t be the most smooth ride,” you warned him as Highwing got up. The two of you swayed and he placed his hands on your shoulders to steady himself. You shook your head at him and disapprovingly shrugged his hands off, then reached behind you to pull his arms around your waist. You leaned forward and he followed suite, and rested his chin on your shoulder, maintaining his grip around you. You could feel the warm redness in his cheeks, pressed to yours, and could feel his grin, it made your heart skip.

Highwing seemed to know that you were both ready now, and she began to trot, then gallop down the beach. She picked up speed before leaping up and extending her broad wings wide and flapping them gracefully, taking you higher. Garreth tightened his grip around your waist and pulled you as close against him as he could, nuzzling his chin against you as your hair blew against his face. You turned to peer over your shoulder at him and he caught your cheek with a quick peck before you turned back around to steer Highwing down, skimming just above the water.

“Having fun?” you called to him. You steered Highwing back up into the shy, flying over the rocky cliffs surrounding much of the vivarium. The sunset glistened on the water and painted the landscape orange and warm.

“You have no idea.” he whispered into your ear. His cheeks were flushed, his excitement was palpable, almost too much for him to bare. He had you wrapped so tightly in his arms, pulled so closely to him, your rear backed up against him causing friction across every inch of him.

He thought about how easy it would be to just reach a hand up slightly and feel your chest, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea at the moment. That thought, along with your body pushed into his was just too much and he felt himself starting to get hard. He could feel it pushing up against you and he was suddenly flustered and uncomfortable, embarrassed. He tried to inch himself backwards to give himself some space but it wasn’t enough. Highwing diving down towards the water again just sent him back up against you and Garreth couldn’t stifle the moan that fell from his lips at the contact.

He was hoping you couldn’t, but you definitely did hear that moan. It was truly music to your ears. And you could feel him rubbing against you as well, and you were down just as badly as he was. Your desperation for him was hot and aching under your skirt. You could not land this hippogriff quickly enough, but once you did, while she was still trotting along the waters edge, you turned to Garreth and shot him a fiery gaze and grin and licked your lips, looking from his eyes to his mouth and back hungrily.

At that look, Garreth kissed your neck, starting low and working his way up to your ear. He bit at your lobe gently and you arched your back into him. Finally the hippogriff came to a halt and Garreth wasted no time hopping down and outstretching his arms for you to jump to him. He caught you around your waist and had his lips against yours before your feet hit the cool damp sand beneath you, and Highwing flew off back towards her nest.

“Take me right now... Garreth, please,” you whined against his lips as he kissed you.

He needed no further convincing and immediately started stripping you of your blouse, button by button, and tugging the fabric out of the waistband of your skirt. You shrugged the top off after the buttons were undone and began unclasping your bra as he removed his own shirt. His chest and arms were strong looking and you took in relished in the sight of his bare freckled skin.

“You are exceptionally handsome, Garreth Weasley.”

He drew in a deep breath and smiled. The way you said his name sent shivers down his spine. “Well, thank you. And you are stunning darling.” He said.

You took a step closer to him and started unbuckling his belt and he kissed your forehead and ran his hands across the bare skin of your back. He slid his hands down and under the waistband of your skirt and panties and slid them over your hips and off of you, then tugged down his trousers and underware and kicked them aside in the sand.

Garreth looked behind him and lowered himself down into a seated position in the damp sand, and you sat down straddling his lap on your knees facing him. You kissed his lips and reached for his impressively thick, stiff, freckled cock. He moaned out at you wrapping your fingers around it and stroking slowly. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your breasts into his chest and kissed you harder. His cock was eagerly leaking precum onto your hand and you could feel yourself seeping with lust for him as well.

You pulled back from the kiss and whispered to him that you were ready. You positioned yourself right over him and he moaned out your name, feeling how soaking for him you were. You let yourself sink down around his length slowly and gently. He leaned his forehead against yours and kissed your face, his hands around your waist, helping you lower yourself until you surrounded him completely.

Garreth laid back in the sand and you leaned forward, riding him slowly, rocking your hips steadily making sure to hit your spot just right with every movement. Before long, your legs were shaking and you were breathing heavily, moaning kisses against his neck. He gripped his hands around your bottom, digging his fingers into your flesh and thrusting up into you groaning out as his climax drew nearer as well.

“Don’t stop… I’m so close” you barely whimpered, all but collapsed over Garreth’s chest, breath shaking, gasping out into the night.

He kept his pace and pumped in and out of you, heels dug into the sand for leverage until he felt your orgasm clench around him, you constricting around his cock so tightly, pulsating and further soaking his lap. You ran your fingers through his thick curls and kissed him passionately and he thrust up again and again and you could feel his release inside of you, warming you from deep inside. He sighed, out of breath and muscles shaking. You laid over him and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead again, both of you catching your breath.

After a little while you stood up and helped him to his feet as well. You giggled as you watched him brush the sand off of his backside, and you dusted it from your legs.

“That was amazing,” he told you. He looked positively disheveled, and it brought you great satisfaction to see him in this state. He shook his head around to rid his windswept hair of sand, and he shook out his clothing and began to redress himself. You nodded in agreement, it really was fantastic.

Once redressed, you held his hand and walked back up the beach and through the doors back into the room of requirement. There, you both finished getting dressed, donning your clean socks, shoes and robes, which expertly hid the damp sandiness of the uniforms underneath. You stepped over to Garreth and did your best to tame his wild curls, but not much could be done at this point, he desperately needed a shower. He moved your hair out of your face and tucked the strands behind your ears, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you slowly once again.

“What’s to come of us, after all of this?” he whispered to you, then planted small kisses over your lips again.

“Well I thought after today you’d know, I am entirely yours, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course.” he replied simply. He walked you back to your common room and kissed you goodnight.

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