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Seeing with Sound (ModernAU)

I'm very excited to be able to draw modern women's panties and bras again after a long time. I have a deep love for Victorian crotchless drawers, but I have to admit that the excitement of drawing cute and sexy panties is also the best 😳
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt fanart#ominis gaunt x oc#ominis gaunt x mc#MC(She Who Has No Name)
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An enigma.
(oneshot for @tamayula-hl and her lovely MC!🪷)
Good gods, the girl could talk.
Audacious, Ominis thought, eyes narrowed in irritation as he swept past her, trying hard to tune out the pitched lilt of her voice. Clearly, she was not capable of taking a hint either, because the pitter-patter on stone and the scent of something flowery indicated that she was following him.
“-I just wanted to apologise! Had I known that dingy room was your secret place, I would have never- can you walk slower, please?”
“No. I’d truly appreciate it if you left me alone.”
There was a huff and the shuffle of her footsteps increasing their pace. Ominis groaned.
Between Sebastian’s antics devolving into a worrying downward spiral he didn’t know he had the strength to pull him back from and this girl hounding him, all he wanted was a moment’s peace.
“Look, I know a first impression is a lasting impression, but I believe in second chances, and I really would like to get along with you. I think it’s unfair that you’re holding a small mistake against me like this. We can start from the beginning! My name is-“
Ominis paused.
My name is-?
The sudden silence was- admittedly, a blessed relief- but also strange. It wasn’t as though she’d stopped talking.
Ominis lived and breathed by his sense of hearing, and he knew that there was a difference between a pause between words and the complete absence of sound. Curiosity (not concern, he wasn’t worried about her, that was a ridiculous notion) caused him to turn, brows drawn together and mouth pressed in a firm line.
“Well?” He didn’t mean to sound so cold. “If you must insist on following me around, the least you can do me the courtsey of is giving me your name.”
Perhaps her name was silly. Or- a traitious part of Ominis brain piped up- perhaps it was something beautiful. The sort of name he’d enjoy saying over and over again, teasing, reprimanding-
Silence.
“Are you still there?”
“I can’t-“ there was that telltale warble of tears being held back. “I can’t tell you my name. I can’t tell anyone my name.”
Ominis crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “Go on, then. I can’t wait to hear the reasoning behind this one.”
“I was cursed by a blood malediction. I cannot tell anyone my name, so they just- they just say I’m the girl with no name. They don’t bother to know me any further than that, anyway.”
“Your family must have angered someone, then. But it probably wasn’t too serious, since all they cursed you with was not being able to say your name.” Ominis’ eyes shuttered slightly, something dark flitting across them. The coldness in his voice returned, sharp-edged and frigid as the Arctic tundra.
“You got lucky. Curses can be so much worse. And, frankly, you are meddlesome, you are pushy, and I quite despise-“
A sniffle cut him off.
Ominis froze. He hadn’t meant- well, he had wanted her to leave him alone but she hadn’t really done or said anything to offend him, and here he was, absolutely jumping down her throat.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sure, she was a little fiery nusiance, but he didn’t want her upset.
“Listen-“ his voice was lower, and he tried to soften the edges. “-don’t cry. I’m.. I’m sorry. It’s not that no one wants to get to know you, you’re just-“
Brash.
Loud.
Carefree and energetic and utterly outrageous. An unapologetic flame burning so bright that if I could see, I’d have to look away.
“- A mystery.” Ominis finally settled on. “You’re a mystery of a classmate, that’s for certain.”
A contemplative look flickered across his face. “That suits you, does it not?”
“What does?”
Her voice was less wavery and lilted upwards in curiosity instead of a shake of barely repressed tears.
“Our mystery classmate.” Ominis wondered why he was still entertaining her and indulging in this conversation when he could have left so many minutes ago. But the responding little gasp of delight and clap of her hands had his heart swelling in a manner he’d think about later. For right now, he just wanted to hear her laugh again.
“A mystery classmate- that makes me sound so debonaire! Like the dashing heroine of a spy thriller.”
“MC for short, perhaps?” Ominis shifted his weight, crossing his arms in front of him, and he couldn’t help the way he grinned in response. He wanted to be upset at how easily she’d disarmed him, how her excited chatter was somehow seeping into him.
“MC?” He heard the amusement in her voice, the hint of uncertainty.
“Of course. Plenty of people go by their initials- nobody needs to know what it stands for.”
He could practically hear her puffing up her chest, hands on her hips. “MC,” she repeated. “My name is MC.”
Her voice softened, and the next thing he knew, a pair of arms had wrapped around him, a soft, warm weight pressed up against him.
Ominis flushed, heat creeping up his neck and ears as she hugged him. She was so much shorter than him- with long hair scented like flowers and a delicate frame his arms came down almost instinctively to wrap around. He tried not to dwell on how perfectly she fit against him, how she felt like sunlight and the brush of a warm spring breeze.
“Thank you,” MC murmured. “It’s nice to have something to be known by.” She pulled away, leaving him significantly, unfairly flustered. “That’s ironic, isn’t it?”
“Wh- what is?” Ominis managed to rake together his remaining brain cells that hadn’t sizzled away. He wanted to pull her back in, get to know every inch of her-
“That you saw me more clearly in a few minutes than anyone else ever has.”
Ominis’ jaw slackened slightly at her audacity, at the cheeky tone of her voice. At the undercurrent of softness in her words, the vulnerable truth. And before he could think about what he was saying, he nodded.
“You are… easy to see, I suppose. Metaphorically, that is.” The flush returned to his face. “And extremely loud as well. Are all Gryffindor girls this bold? I have things to do, and I cannot spend more time chattering away with you in the hallways.”
There was that sweet, low laugh again. “Of course. Enjoy your day, Ominis! I’m so glad we’re friends now!”
“Wait a moment, I didn’t say anything about- we are not- oh, the little minx. Now she finally learns how to walk away?”
Ominis stood there for a moment, listening to the patter of footsteps against the stone floors. Her voice excitedly piped up as she accosted students at random in the hallways.
I have a name, now! You can call me MC. Mmhm, just the letters. It stands for Mystery Classmate. I—oh, yes, of course, you’re late for class. My apologies.
An amused laugh escaped his lips, and Ominis wondered vaguely if he needed to go see Nurse Blainey.
His heart thudded a little too fast, his palms were sweaty, and his stomach churned strangely.
He went still, his mind racing much like his traitorous heart.
Oh.
Oh no.
Ominis Gaunt groaned and closed his eyes. Of all the women he could be feeling this way for, it had to be her. And yet, somehow, Ominis knew, deep down, that there could really be no one else.
It truly was a mystery.
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AN: ugh I adore miss MC so much! She’s such a cute foil to Ominis’ more stoic demeanor, and I LOVED writing her!!
#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x oc#ominis gaunt x f!mc#mystery classmate#she who has no name#hogwarts legacy fanfic
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The acrylic stands I was making for myself have been completed and arrived 🥳
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I think you like Leah





…A little
#(+ a drawing of her on my tablet)#okay I’ve tried to write this out like 3 times and now that I’m home I’m sure it’ll post now but idk if I’ll make all the points I have#lux!#my art#ok I think what I find so interesting about her is how little we know of her. we only knew her name for so long#we had already gotten other family members like Baul Ray(KoD) Maleanor and even Henrick so I wasn’t expecting her to actually show up#technically even Raverne has shown up if you believe that he’s Crowley mixed with the stuff Lilia says about him#meanwhile Leah has nothing but her name and like one piece of dialogue and little discussion around her so while I mainly think of her in -#relation with Ray she’s still been marinating in the back of my mind#and seeing her onscreen has kinda just opened the floodgates to all of that#I’ve already thought about how she (a princess/queen) fell in love with and married what was basically a servant boy (maybe? from the way-#that Henrick talks about him it’s clear that he doesn’t think highly of him. sure Ray was taken in but he obviously wasn’t treated as -#their own. it seems Ray’s main contribution was as KoD tho since it’s coming from Henrick who knows)#and because of that it reminds me of a line that Prince Phillip says about marrying whoever he wants because ‘it’s the 14th century!’ And-#so I just wonder what she’s like#and now I’m especially wondering what her relationship with her brother is like as well. there’s so much interesting stuff going on that -#we’ll never find out about because not only is it 400 years in the past but they’re also on the opposite side of the war that the MCs were#(wait wait let me cook war event? it’d be torture but still i wanna know-)#besides that there’s also the fun with potential yuri between her and Mel which is always fun#Lilia polycule AU where no one dies and Lilia and Mel just sing that one Falsettos(I think) audio of Kill your mother but it’s Kill your-#-brother. neither she nor Ray find it funny but I sure do#oh! oh! and her relationship with Silver were she given a chance to form one#maybe it’s just me but I think he’d be a bit of a mama’s boy. not to say he doesn’t love his dads! but his mama wins by just a bit#or smth idk#okay I know I said that this might not be everything but I think I talked about stuff I didn’t before lol#anyway think of this obsession as if it’s like the cousin to my Agetes one. characters with so little going for them they’re basically OCs#anyway this ask has just made me more determined to get even more insane about her thank you 🫡#twst leah#twst spoilers#twst book 7 spoilers
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when you think about it Vivid Bad Squad was the first time any of them truly had people outside of family and not just classmates or family acquaintances. it's no wonder they got so ride or die for each other despite the rocky start they understand each other in ways no one else has before
#thinking again about how an's dream was doubted by everyone except akito at first#how it's akito specifically to find toya (two kids who ran away once. two kids who want to sing more than anything else)#how it's kohane that an chooses as her partner (an's loneliness from living in vivid street kohane's from never knowing anything like it)#akito testing kohane's resolve (he knows how this goes does she really want to continue)#kohane being the one to say toya looked like he was having fun (it is a new feeling but she loves it and knows he is the same)#more recently toya being the one to speak to an in wtwg (he's been here before after all)#loneliness in vivid bad squad and how it isn't that they didn't necessarily have anyone before#but rather it wasn't anyone who understood them the way they all do#sorry i thought about loneliness in the sekai mcs again and thought of how vbs are all implied to not have proper friends before the story#(an has haruka and toya the tenmas but haruka has been gone a while and the tenmas came from his link to classical)#i mean it can be said for each unit how they understand each other in ways no one else can#but with vbs especially it's. despite being in the welcoming space of vivid street they're all they really have#correction i know kohane has minori (and shiho) and akito has a few not named classmates i think? but they weren't until high school#(at least 1-a trio weren't. and again akito's classmates probably aren't that involved with vivid street or it would likely be a thing)#(so idk why i'm adding this since it sort of just proves the point further that vbs just get each other)
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struggling so hard to pay attention to this book because the ✨single attractive and friendly man in a sea of cold and distant nobles✨ is suspicious to me
#I checked and his hair color has not once been mentioned but thanks to Gracie I’m headcanoning him as blond#(until recently I had no idea blond men in fiction were so problematic)#(ignore Luc who stole the plot and the girl and everyone’s hearts Josse was just a wimp ok?)#ANYWAY#this dude is was too suave and way too conveniently There when he’s needed#and he has some extremely convenient excuses for some of his behavior#guarantee he will be Trouble#meanwhile the mc is on but she is also alarmingly helpless#or clueless?#I am overthinking what I knew would be a mindless and entertaining book#ALSO HIS NAME IS CALEB#AND I HAVE PERSONAL ISSUES WITH THAT NAME#2024 reading list#mine
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Interrupted (Ominis ver.)

Ominis being the gentle, composed, soft-spoken dad during the day… but turning into a bold, teasing, dominant lover at night… Just thinking about it makes me go absolutely insane...🥵🥵🥵
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt fanart#ominis gaunt x oc#ominis gaunt x mc#MC(She Who Has No Name)
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the vampires and the gate besties having a high stakes tennis match in my head for dominance of the braincell rn 🥀🥴

#*personal#leg.txt#leg is at a thing#that’ll be my tag for ye olde thingy 🥀😌#and i am losing! brainrot city !!!!!!!#i missed my kindred kids sm and this year has been surreal#as soon as i get home and after s*tarfield shenanigans i have to overhaul ye olde canon STAT#and i COULDNT be more stoked hehe :) i missed my clowns!!!!!!#arthur is still primogen but! dante is seneschal i think!!!!#and ofc dorian is in town teehee 🤭✨🥀#and nyneve is up to her usual consolidating power things she’s loving she’s living as she should <3#and ye olde bloodlines two bb anais is now my v*tmnr mc#i am suuper jumping the gun developing the new girlie who i haven’t named i have ✨energy✨ but i am not immune to brainrot akzjjz 🥀🥴#I SAW THE ANNOUNCEMENT LIVE AND RAHH felt soo normal kzjzjzjz
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Luna Juliet, theladyinthenightsky, front (wo)man and lead singer of The Moon Revival is a bit of a hot mess!
one of my many (9) oc's for @infamous-if's if Infamous!
she's chaotic in lower case (see: too tired to care) and may or may not fall in love with a whole ass married couple.
( template | gracie abrams as luna )
#on my first draft idea for her juliet was just part of her stage name... bc of the misfit alley song lmao#but juliet is in fact luna's middle name now!#her last name is [redacted]#is it bc shes a little paranoid if her full name is known to the public she'll get identity frauded????#or is it bc i havent thought of a cool one that fits her yet???? who knows#in case it wasn't obvious... luna is gonna fix a marriage with hugs and kisses#luna has two hands meme#lunajuliet#if oc#if mc#infamous if#infamous oc#infamous mc#themoonrevivalband
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Do I have a midterm tomorrow (technically today because it's past midnight) that's 25% of my grade that I need to be studying for? Yes.
Am I writing the outline to my Mob!Bucky x OC fic instead? Also yes.
#bucky barnes#james bucky buchanan barnes#marvel#fanfiction#fanfic#bucky x oc#it's also lowkey a Bucky x reader because I'm not specifying much about how she looks other than that she has dark hair#i just don't like writing in second person and i like my MCs to have names#but i want as many people as possible who come across it to be able to see themselves in her
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OP: enjoying media that involves content that can be disturbing, troubling, or made by someone who is not a good person can create healthy understanding that fiction and reality are very different and to separate enjoying something from morality.
Tumblr: yeah, but if you like Steven Universe you are irredeemable.
i recommend being a fan of 1 problematic piece of media at least once in your life
#me who genuinely enjoys certain dark media seeing people suggest SU and ML as “’problematic media’ is that side eye dog meme#like my favorite series rn is definitely problematic#Ascendance of a bookworm litterally has the main character have to get comfortable with doing immoral things#and SHE MEANS WELL AND TREATS PEOPLE BETTER THAN OTHER GOOD GUYS TOO#mc tries to stop war crimes while doing child slavery to create better living conditions for them#mc makes people give her their names like a fae creature so they don’t die in war crimes done by her family#like it’s not Killing Stalking but I can say that genuinely enjoying media with problematic themes and characters doesn’t make you a demon
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mc extrapolating notes as i procrastinate as much as ever on art and actual fic writing
canon suggests mc looks the same/similar in each incarnation (thinking of descriptions in rafayel's first Anecdote) which might as well happen but also that says little for the effects of wildly different lifestyles
mc (for me) is big & ripped as a deepspace hunter. grew up with insecurities surrounding how their evol is one that entirely depends on other people/things despite some ego in the fact she is of the small percent of the population with an evol at all—and dealt with it by trying to be and look as strong as possible (even though strength ofc doesnt always look like what you'd think), training with as many weapons as possible, as if mc wouldnt already be enough of a restless outgoing workaholic (occasionally also fighting against a constant primal fear of being used, both due to her evol and things he cant really remember yet, things like being some little thing in a lab). their fashion is practical yet playful (keychains, pins, generally odd accessories, short silly earrings-) and theyre drawn to / have themes of fire for totally totally no reason
philos knight mc a softer-edged, more graceful type of strong, while boyish for incidental practicality and simple preference mc doesnt think too hard about.
idk enough yet abt other mc(s) of xav lore. i know theres a queen one. maybe classmate mc is relatively plainest, helped by the fact there were probably uniforms. outside school going for the common styles to try feeling like she fit in more despite knowing she never will to the extent she wishes, protocore syndrome and all
forgotten sea mc was groomed as a "treasure" worth trading to a god in hopes for a wish (or multiple wishes) granted in return, so they were extra beautiful, though in a way some humans may have called freakish despite them being the standard-perpetuators—maybe mc was untouchable, as a rule. and one of the "foreign" things the false emissaries of the sea also liked to try giving their idea of the sea god as sacrifices. mc overall being called an "it" for more than one reason. isolated from normal society, mc did not really resonate with men and women and so on despite eventually trying to, but that was fine, as long as mc was free and no longer likened to an object. Rafayel made sure this mc gets all the upbringing-contrarily colorful clothes and food and relaxation mc wants, and mc is still the most beautiful person to him, particularly for mc's unique and sometimes inspiring choices.
sea witch mc is a whimsically gothic mess whenever not simply forgoing the effort bc what company did they consistently have besides other critters of the dark? borderline gaunt, a not healthy amount of color to their already more mermaidy skin, with hair as long as all the years burying a scary urge to explore in ways thatd quickly tangle it. but retaining a fondness for a particular shade of light blue and deep purple
#glubabbles#also i have little peeves against the idea of mc being a different gender solely for reincarnating despite how ive said similar things#elsewhere before. bc that seems focusing a lot on... physical stuff. which ofc dont always dictate/reflect gender#huge fan of mc not identifying the exact same depending on socialization though or like#just basically not ''other mc couldve been born with a dick! thus boy!!''... which also implies that CURRENT mc HAS to be afab#in spite i furthermore see multiple of the mcs i call a she sometimes as amab or even intersex#yes yes most of the fandom is cis girls whose goals are projection- im not talking about that. good for them#anyone who sees mc differently in general- good. i heart my ocs tldr#all the incarnations would have different names i think also
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𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍
- sylus x reader
when your husband went away without so much as a proper notice, you thought you wouldn't forgive him so easily. but he tries everything to capture your heart back: spoiling and indulging you… little do you know that he expects a reward in return
genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—rotten fluff, domestic bliss, explicit smut, cunnilingus, fingering, mating press, taking elements from sylus' card night of secrecy, secret times approaching dusk and spoilers! from myth beyond cloudfall
note: my first sylus x mc fic! with this i'm spreading the soft!sylus agenda and that spicy 4-star approaching dusk has destroyed me :') loosely based on this post
Sometimes, you do wonder... does Sylus really think you're that easy to placate?
On one chilly morning, you woke up only to discover your hunk of a husband gone... and in his side of the bed, a sticky note.
Your eyebrow twitched as you read the audacious message scrawled on it:
Hey, kitten. I need to leave for a few days. There are things I have to handle on my own. Take care of yourself while I’m away. I’ll come back soon.
That was it. No clear explanation, no further details. Just those vague words in such short notice. The day before, he’d seemed like his usual self, not a hint of this sudden departure in sight.
It irked you. It made your heart clench at the same time. Because even after marrying you, Sylus remained elusive, playing his cryptic games. It was beyond you how he didn't even stop to consider how you were left worrying about him while he drifted in and out of his dangerous world without a second thought.
You understood the reality of your lives—that you were a hunter and he was the Onychinus leader, and that to be with him meant you had to walk that fine gray line between light and dark.
And you'd already made your choice. You had accepted it—accepted him—wholly. Even when your marriage had been a rushed affair and registered under false names to protect both your identities.
Things couldn't go on like this. You had to teach him a lesson too.
As your irritation simmered into determination, a devious plan began to take shape in your mind—a way to spite him just enough to make your point crystal clear.
Two days later
Sylus was done with his dirty business faster than he thought, and to appease you, he had come bearing gifts.
The precious little thing that is now his wife, of course he missed you too. But your safety was a price he wasn’t willing to gamble. If going away to take care of those pests meant your peace would be unperturbed, then he would leave without hesitation.
However, as he stepped inside the base, his relief quickly turned to unease. The space was eerily empty, the usual hum of activity conspicuously absent.
Normally, you’d be at the center of some commotion, locked in a spat with either Mephisto, or Luke and Kieran. But now—
“What do we do?! She’s gone!”
Sylus immediately rushed to the source of the ruckus, thinking something bad had happened to you. He found his henchmen standing in a tight, anxious circle around the coffee table.
“What happened?” he demanded.
Without a word, they stepped aside, revealing the object of their concern: a single note lying on the table.
He snatched it up, scanning the words. Then, he let out a sharp exhale of relief, a smirk began tugging at the corners of his lips.
Catch me if you can.
Typical. Absolutely typical. And maddeningly you.
. . .
That night, you had a very strange dream, it felt almost felt like stepping into the pages of an ancient tale.
You were a fallen princess wrongfully accused as a sorceress, who began consorting with the fearsome fiend from the Abyss.
The sorceress and her dragon. Together, you were an infamous pair, a dark legend whispered across generations. Your union had ignited Doomsday itself... and yet, amidst the turmoil and destruction, the sorceress fell in love with the dragon... deeply and irrevocably.
The dragon, in turn, was utterly bewitched by his little witch. He indulged your every whim, no matter how mischievous or perilous, and though he rarely spoke of his true feelings, he always found ways to show his affection.
The lucid dream felt as though it might go on forever, but you were pulled from it by the soft brush of lips against your forehead. The warmth lingered, blurring the lines between dream and reality, until your eyes fluttered open.
“Sylus...?” His features, fresh from your dream, now materialized in your reality. It took you a few seconds to realize that he had come here—
“Morning, sweetie.” His voice was rich and smooth, with that familiar, mischievous edge. A smirk curled on his devilishly handsome face as he leaned in, garnet eyes gleaming with playful intent. “Caught you now, hmm?”
The haze of sleep vanished in an instant, and you were suddenly wide awake. In a flurry, you shoved him away and turned your back on him, trying to regain some semblance of control.
You’d left the N109 Zone for one of his safehouses in suburban Chansia City, thinking it would take him some effort to track you down. Clearly, you’d underestimated him.
“Oh. The kitten is in a bad mood, it seems.” Sylus’ gaze lingered on you, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Well, what do I owe the ire for?”
“...”
“Silent treatment, huh? The lady of the house is getting better at our little games while I was away.”
“...”
“Remember, sweetie, there’s no divorce in our relationship, hmm? If you’re tired of me, keep taking naps.”
You felt the weight shift as he rose from the bed and stalked away. The door clicked shut, leaving you in the silence of the room.
You wanted to resent him for coming and going on his terms, for never offering even an apology. Yet, no matter how much you tried, a part of you remained hopelessly tethered to him. The part that couldn’t ignore the reminder of the dragon from your dream—captivating, powerful, and infuriatingly hard to resist.
You love him, really you do.
. . .
When you didn’t come down for breakfast some time later, Sylus barged into the room once again, and this time he came up with a different approach.
“My lady,” he began, his voice sickeningly low and sweet, but his eyes gleamed with a touch of mischief. “You haven’t had breakfast yet. Please come down.”
You shot him a look, unamused, and decided to play his game as you crossed your arms together. “What if I don't want to?”
His smirk only grew, his tone dripping with mock formality. “And what must I do to change your mind?”
Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but notice his persistence. He had chased you here, given you more time to sleep in, and now stood before you to get you to eat. You felt your resolve beginning to soften—maybe just a little.
“Carry me there,” you said with a hint of defiance, lifting your chin high, daring him to follow through.
Sylus tilted his head, failing to restrain his snort. “As you wish, my lady.”
He placed his arms around you effortlessly, one hand beneath your knees and the other supporting your back, lifting you into a flawless princess carry. You instinctively put your arms around his neck, and he turned to you.
You opened your mouth, ready to fire off a sharp retort, but before you could, he dived in—
Smooch!
—and planted a bold, wet kiss on your lips. You, wide-eyed, punched his chest in retaliation. “Sylus!”
He chuckled, entirely unfazed. “Careful now, sweetie. Wiggle too much, and you’ll fall.”
He carried you downstairs, effortlessly navigating each step with you still in his arms. Once there, he gently set you down onto the dining chair, and that was when you noticed the table.
Salad, slightly burnt toast, scrambled eggs, milk—simple dishes by all means, but the thought the big, bad Sylus making them?
Wait. When you arrived last night, this place was a dusty shell, and the refrigerator had practically nothing—
“You cleaned the place?” you asked, your tone laced with surprise as your turned from the spotless room to him.
He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why is that so surprising? I can cook and clean just like everyone else.”
It sent a wave of warmth through your chest. He’d prepared food and cleaned the place knowing you’d be hungry and uncomfortable with dust all around.
You huffed, trying to hide how your heart fluttered. “No, your cooking skills are questionable at best.”
As if to prove you wrong, Sylus disappeared into the pantry and reemerged with a tray of warm, freshly baked dough that filled the room with a heavenly aroma.
“You are... baking?” You approached him, mystified at the sight of your husband, who usually at the scene of crime, behind the counter and started frosting the cupcakes.
He set the frosting bag down and picked up a cupcake, holding it to your lips with a teasing smile. “Here. Open up.”
Dutifully, you nibbled on the cupcake, and the sweetness immediately spread into your mouth. “It's tasty,” you mumbled, blinking at him. His eyes crinkled with satisfaction as he gestured toward the tray.
“Go have some more.”
Grinning, you grabbed another cupcake and eagerly took a bite. Munching away, you missed how Sylus’ gaze softened, his bright red eyes focused solely on you.
He couldn't resist pinching your full cheeks at that moment.
“Sy-wus!” you protested, glaring at him. His laughter broke free that instant, warm and unrestrained.
Utterly funny, utterly precious—that’s what you were to him.
Indignant, you scooped up some icing from the cupcake and smeared it right across his face. The stunned look he gave you was priceless, and before he could react, you burst into a fit of giggles and bolted out of the kitchen.
But as you reached the base of the stairs, a strong arm caught your waist from behind, halting your escape. You squealed in surprise, “Noooo!”
Sylus leaned closer and pressed you to his chest, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Ha. Did you really think you could get away that easily?”
He lifted you up with one arm and brought you back to the kitchen, setting you down on the counter and trapping you in place with his arms braced on either side. His eyes sparkled with mirth as he leaned in, and with a grin, he bumped his frosting-smeared nose against yours, leaving a sticky smudge.
“This is unfair!” you protested, still caught in a fit of giggles as you looped your arms around his neck for balance. Sylus chuckled along with you, his gaze steady and warm, never leaving yours.
Being with Sylus in the kitchen like this, savoring simple meals and smearing each other with frosting, it made you realize that you craved this domestic bliss more than you thought.
As the laughter subsided and you both settled into the quiet, your expression softened, all your previous grievances forgotten. The tenderness in your eyes said everything you didn’t need words for, and Sylus could see it clearly—you adored him, just as much as he adored you.
The one who gazed into his jewel-like eyes, embraced his burning soul and sang to him in the night wind... is once again in his arms. A part of him was almost sentimental at the thought.
Instinctively, he closed the distance between you, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. But as they were about to meet, he paused, as if hesitating, leaving you puzzled.
Then, without a second thought—
To hell with it.
You chose to abandon all senses. You seized the moment—yanking him to you and capturing his lips, claiming him for yourself.
“…!” Suck, suck, bite, suck— You were relentless, and you didn't really know why. At first, even he was taken aback, but then his hand slipped behind your head, fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in an intoxicating rhythm.
“Mmm...” You sneakily began to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, your fingertips grazing his warm skin with each deliberate motion. Feeling it, Sylus broke the kiss just enough to smirk, his voice husky. “Getting bold, aren’t we?”
But before you could respond, his hands trailed down your sides, firmly pulling you closer, leaving no space between the two of you. His gaze burned with desire, as if daring you to keep going.
Then, without warning, his lips began their descent, grazing your jaw softly before trailing down to your neck and chest, leaving a trail of warmth and shivers across your skin. The feeling was intoxicating, even as his hair tickled you, making it hard to focus on anything but him.
“Ahh,” you couldn’t help but sigh, pressing him closer.
His lips left wet marks on your neck, and he whispered, “Now tell me... what made you so upset that you left home?”
When you didn't answer right away, one of his hand slid beneath your blouse, unhooking your bra and grazed your skin—
“You... keep coming and going as you please...” you stammered, feeling him begin to cup and squeeze your breasts, your breath growing erratic.
Sylus bit down on the skin at the nape of your neck, and you almost gasped.
“It's almost as if— Mmm—” The way he fondled your chest made the space between your legs grow warmer. “—you wouldn’t... miss m-me at all...”
How untrue. He stopped his ministrations, and the steel behind those eyes you loved so much met your gaze once again.
His wife was a mess of sweat already. He swiftly hooked your thighs around his waist and claimed your lips once more. With effortless movement, Sylus guided you to the long recliner in the room, laying you down there, still lost in the heat of the kiss. His hand intertwined with yours, pinning you to the soft surface.
“So...” he rasped, breathless against your lips, “You’re upset that I didn't miss you when I was away...”
His other hand worked to unzip your skirt. “But don’t you know? I... was worried about my wife getting into trouble when I wasn’t with her too... That’s why I was in a hurry to go home...”
Sylus pulled away, both of you panting for air, and he took a moment to savor the sight of your glazed eyes.
“But then I couldn't find her anywhere.” His voice was low and taunting, trailing his fingers on your belly. “I made it back as soon as I could, just like I told you and you are the one who misbehaved... Don’t you think I deserve something as a compensation?”
It took you three solid seconds to realize that the lower half of your body was now exposed. Your husband parted your legs and settled his face between them, pressing a kiss on your knee.
“So I believe at the very least... I deserve this.”
He dived straight for your clit then and you let out a loud gasp.
“Ngh! Aaah...!” You let out incoherent moans as he devoured your folds, lost in the cloudy haze of pleasure. It didn’t take long to unravel you at all.
“Mmnh—!” Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head. Ticklish, hot, wet— all in all, it felt like a sin, but you just had to get this heavenly taste. “…a-ah!”
Sylus felt how you were this close to get your orgasm, so he moved faster, licking and sucking your clit, while adding a couple of fingers to bring you to the peak faster. You unconsciously moved your hips against his face— too far gone to be thinking anything else, grasping the leather of the sofa and pulling his hair—
“Ahh— S-Sylus!” And then you came hard, screaming his name, feeling how much it was— were you squirting?
You didn't know, didn't care either, as it was the sight of his ruby eyes that grounded you. You were spent, spread on the sofa (most probably ruined it, even), your chest heaving to catch your breath.
Sylus let out a low rumble as he wiped your juices off his lips with a thumb and tasted it, looking so sinfully sexy like a forbidden fruit while at it.
“You said... I wouldn't miss you.” He traced one finger on your face with such tenderness. “Now, I'm going to show you, and you'll be judge of it. Are you sure you don't want me to stop?”
If you said no, he would comply. That was the kind of person he was and you knew it. Sylus had always looked out for you since the very beginning, no matter how nonchalant he made himself to be.
“No.” You met his eyes, your voice steady. “Show me.”
It was the only affirmation he needed. He began unbuckling his belt and pants, keeping his unclouded gaze on yours, and soon he too was bare before you.
He was thick and long, and while you had taken him many times, it was never fully easy to ease the intrusion. His tip was already slick with precum, and he spread it along his length.
“You know the rule,” he murmured with a meaningful smile. “If it becomes too much, you scream, and I'll stop.”
He positioned himself at your entrance, sliding in slowly. The sharpness of the stretch seeped into you bit by bit, and you couldn't help but groan.
“—!” A sharp hiss escaped you as he fully sheathed himself inside, hitting that sensitive spot. Had your eyes deceived you, or was there a slightly noticeable bulge in your belly from where he was?
Sylus seemed to notice it too, but he folded your knees, spreading you further. His gaze intense and filled with something deep, something possessive. The room seemed to narrow, your entire focus consumed by him as he settled in close.
“Eyes on me, kitten.” He gave you a smile, and with that, he started pounding you—
“Ah, hah, ahhh!” You couldn't stop moaning beneath him as he thrusted into you. The feeling of him so deep inside, coupled with the way you tightened around him, sent waves of blind pleasure through you.
Sylus’ eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he watched you squirm under him. Your skin glistened with the heat of the moment, and the sound of your breaths, frantic and needy, filled the room. His control slipped, just a little, as he pushed deeper, his movements faster, chasing the release that quickly building within both of you.
A pretty mess, his wife is. Your face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as he bred you, and he swore, of everything he had gone through, this look in your face was always worth it.
“Sylus—!” you almost wailed, nails digging into his back, and he growled, knowing full-well that he was finally losing it.
Just like that he shot his cum straight to your womb, his own body shuddering, thoroughly rutting into you. You cried, tears falling from your lashes as you too reached your climax.
Full, too full... Yet you knew that you wouldn't have it another way.
. . .
It felt warm and comforting.
Your eyes fluttered open hours later, and the first thing you noticed was Sylus' sleeping face, and that you were now in the bedroom.
He looked so vulnerable like this. You couldn’t help but be drawn to how serene and unguarded he was, a side of him that only you got to see. Even in his sleep, his arms were wrapped around your waist, as if to protect you from anything that might disturb your rest.
Your lover... and then husband. He was rough around the edges, sometimes didn't make any sense at all, and often reckless enough to burn himself playing with fire.
“You sly crow…” You gazed at his profile, still in awe that this elusive man was your husband.
Sylus was easy to read sometimes, and you couldn’t help but smile at your earlier doubts about him. How could you not see just how deeply he was attached to you?
Just like the inseparable pair of dragon and sorceress in your dream, you knew you’d stay by his side until the very end.
Out of a playful surge of affection, you tapped his nose, and he grunted softly but didn’t wake, instead nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, seeking more of your warmth. It was cute, how he was so worn out that he sought comfort in your embrace.
You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead then, vowing with everything you had that you’d never let him go, and that with him by your side, you would definitely made this life you shared a happy one.
Several weeks later...
“Thank you, miss!”
The boy bowed his head with a wide grin as soon as you handed him the red pocket money for Linkon New Year. You waved at him, smiling warmly as he skipped away, clutching the envelope in his hands.
The festive occasion inspired you to pay a visit to a nearby orphanage, driven by a desire to share more of the joy and blessings. You brought small gifts and red envelopes, hoping to bring a little light to the children’s lives and make the celebration even more meaningful for them.
Of course, Sylus tagged along too. He was the benefactor, after all.
“Sir, thank you for your generosity.” The headmistress approached Sylus, who looked effortlessly sharp in his red suit, and gave his hand a shake. “The children are really happy with the cupcakes and pocket money.”
He merely chuckled and pointed at you with his chin. “Thank her, my wife is the one with the idea.”
You joined the conversation shortly after, and it didn’t take long for the topic to shift from the orphanage to your personal lives.
“So, do the two of you have plans to start a family soon?” the headmistress asked, her tone warm and curious. “Both of you are still young, and you're so good with kids. Having children of your own might bring even more joy into your lives.”
You mustered a polite laugh, the words to gracefully deflect her comment forming on your lips, when—
“Soon,” Sylus interjected smoothly, his arm slipping around your waist, pulling you closer. “Very soon, in fact.”
You blinked at him, startled by his bold declaration, while the headmistress’s face lit up with approval. You nudged him discreetly.
As soon as the headmistress went on her way, you turned to him with a frown. “Why would you tell her that?”
Your gaze met his, clear and utterly clueless. Sylus snorted, so tempted to pinch your cheeks, but settling instead for a tender pat on your head.
“You'll see soon enough, sweetie,” he replied, his tone laced with playful mystery.
Epilogue
It was the dead of night when a sudden wave of nausea overtook you. Stumbling out of bed, you rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before retching up the contents of your stomach.
Your body trembled as you stood, dizziness threatening to topple you. Leaning heavily on the sink for support, you rinsed your mouth, trying to steady yourself. The effort left you shivering, your legs almost buckling beneath you.
Before you could even comprehend the blur in your vision, a pair of strong arms got a hold over you. “S-Sylus...?” you murmured faintly.
Without hesitation, he lifted you into his arms securely as he carried you back to the bedroom, his expression shadowed with concern.
As he settled you onto the bed, he held you close, pressing your face against his bare chest that peeked from his unbuttoned shirt. “Take deep breaths,” he urged softly, his voice grounding you.
You inhaled shakily, letting the familiar warmth of his scent calm your frayed nerves. Slowly, your breathing steadied, though the nausea still lingered in the back of your throat.
“Is it the first time?” he questioned, smoothing your hair. “Have you thrown up before?”
You shook your head. “No... I get dizzy spells but that's it... This is the first time.”
Nausea, dizziness, vomiting. It wasn't hard to piece together what it was. Amidst your dazed thoughts, the realization hit you, and you turned to your husband almost in wonder. “Sylus... a-am I...?”
Sylus broke into a smirk, ruffling your hair. “Told you. I know your period is late.”
Your heart skipped a beat—and it was the only thing you could hear in that moment. The thought that a baby would enter your lives left you briefly speechless.
“Yeah, at the rate we're going, it’s like we’re bunnies,” you quipped sullenly, trying to regain a sense of control as you leaned into his broad chest.
You really thought he would poke fun at you for your highly possible pregnancy, but instead you were taken aback when he pressed a fond, lingering kiss to the side of your head. His arms tightened around you, his soft chuckle reverberating through his chest.
And when you found his gaze again, his jewel-like eyes softened into such an extent that made your heart soar.
“Well, aren’t I the luckiest man— having this fair lady be the mother of my child?”
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got distracted reading and and the sky's become lighter already...
#hellooo 3am#did that thing where you look for a specific work by tag bc you can't remember the title and see other good manga along the way#and then find one author and read all their works#btw if anyone knows the shoujo(?) manga set in a high school (with a blazer uniform?) where the mc is a guy who follows strict routines and#he has black hair and the li is a 1/4 french(?) girl with blonde hair in a pony tail and she's very carefree and there's lots of cats#it's around 24 chapters i think and completed#please lmk the name i've been wanting to reread it for a while now i just keep forgetting to look#okay anyway gngn sleepy time (after i read some more)#rrrramblings
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Slytherin Grumpy x Gryffindor Sunshine

Recently I learned about the "Grumpy x Sunshine" trope, and I'm obsessed. I love the kind of couples that look like the Sunshine one is head-over-heels all by herself— but in reality, the Grumpy one is secretly drowning in possessive, overwhelming feelings and absolutely adores her 😫❤️🔥 That’s the vibe I want for Ominis x MC.
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt fanart#ominis gaunt x oc#ominis gaunt x mc#MC(She Who Has No Name)
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LADS Men React a Picture of You with Another guy
Request: Hii!! I love your writing so so much (pls never stop)!!! How do you think the lads men would react to the following scenario: mc makes one of her girl friends dress like a guy and post that on her story/moments (to ward off an annoying co-worker, like what Caleb did in uni, but mc didnt want to bother the guys with this request so she asked Tara or another one of her girl friends). The picture, though, is convincing enough to make even the lads men question if she actually does have a partner and who tf is he. I think Xavier would absolutely malfunction since they are also neighbours lol
AN: I am taking a break from the ship event to gather some inspiration. But this was super fun to write. Thank you for sending in such an amazing idea.
Warning: Potential Spoilers. Be Mindful 👺
Pairing: Lads boys x fem reader
Genre: fluff and angst
(I do not own these characters)
Summary: Waking up after an amazing girls' night, you and Tara spent the morning taking silly photos, making all kinds of concerning faces, until inspiration struck.
"Wait, wait, hold on," Tara grinned, pushing her short hair back. "What if—"
Moments later, you were both giggling uncontrollably, staging fake hard launch photos in your bed. The blurry, cozy results? Surprisingly convincing.
"Oh, this is gonna blow up at work."
Tara rested her chin on your neck, wrapping an arm around you for the final shot. The picture was better than you imagined, so naturally, you posted it to your story before the two of you rushed to get ready for work.
And just like that, your social media went up in flames.
Rafayel:
623 missed calls. 200 texts. 82 more missed calls.
All hours after your post.
Who is he? Why are you in bed with him? Is he your boyfriend? What is his name?
You barely have time to breathe after your meeting before the onslaught of texts floods in. Even the comment section of your post hasn’t been spared.
Thomas is already on the case. Rafayel is whining, sobbing, crying and absolutely not afraid to play dirty to get you back.
He's already planned a hundred ways to nip this budding romance at the root.
He thinks he has the upper hand, feels kinda smug about it too.
Still… there’s a twinge of heartbreak. A little ache for having to wait longer for you, for the idea that you might have chosen someone else. But if nothing else, Rafayel is persistent.
So, of course, he’s already forgiven you.
But don’t think, even for a second, that he won’t complain about it.
He’s still mulling over it, dramatically painting all his canvases black, getting ready for his villain arc, when you finally call him back.
"A prank?"
He is indignant.
He cried over a prank.
All that effort… for nothing.
"IT’S BEEN 800 YEARS. JELLYFISH ARE WALKING. NAKED SEA TURTLES ARE CLIMBING TREES. SHARKS ARE EATING GRASS—FOR FREE. "
AND RAFAYEL?
RAFAYEL CRIED OVER A PRANK.
HE WENT FULL VILLAIN ARC FOR A LIE.
HIS CANVASES ARE BLACK. HIS PLANS FOR REVENGE? RUINED.
ALL BECAUSE YOU AND TARA WANTED TO PLAY GAMES.
He might never recover. Might. But first, he needs to call Thomas back before his "investigation" starts a national crisis.
Xavier:
He had just returned from a long night of fighting Wanderers when his phone chimed with an alert.
Half-asleep, he smiled at the sight of your name, already thinking of how he'd respond once he changed and collapsed into bed.
That smile froze the moment he saw the picture.
The phone slipped from his fingers, landing on his face. But he didn’t even wince. Too numb to feel it.
His vision blurred. His chest ached. Tears welled, unbidden.
Genuinely heartbroken. So weary. So tired. For a moment, he was shattered.
Did he have the strength to wager another lifetime?
His time was already running out. His strength faded with each passing day. He had selfishly wanted this spring with you...but this was better for you. You were too kind, too caring to bear his loss.
Perhaps this was for the best. His lips trembled at the thought.
You had someone now, someone who would not bring you grief. And you looked so happy in that photo. He stared at the blurred curve of your smile, tracing it with his gaze.
Somehow, he managed a small smile too.
And then he folded into himself. And slept.
For days.
So long that you started to worry, noticing his absence at work.
Until, finally, you barge into his apartment, breathless and frantic, only to find him asleep, moonlight spilling across his face, eerily still.
Your heart plummeted.
"Xavier." Your voice trembled as you rushed to him, fingers shaking as you took his hand.
For a terrible, suffocating second, he didn’t move.
And then, his brow twitched.
Air rushed back into your lungs.
Zayne:
This was to be expected.
He was never what you needed.
He often failed at words. His gestures, too vague to be understood.
You deserved someone who loved you. Someone who had the courage to say those words out loud.
Not him.
Not someone who could hurt you. His scars only grow deeper with time.
So he accepts it. Buries himself in work.
If he could not be your lover, then he would play his part as a friend.
Pays extra attention to your health. Pours over your reports. He must. Because he is no longer close enough to watch over you himself.
And weeks later, when you finally visit him, he keeps up the act—cold, distant, unbothered.
He does all the tests. Runs all the checks. Everything is routine.
But you see it.
The dark circles, deeper than ever. His skin, paler. Cheeks, sunken. His shirt, unwashed.
"You're coming home with me."
Your voice leaves no room for argument as you take his hand. "You never call. You only text about my reports and nothing more. We need to talk."
You tug him forward. He follows, until he stops.
"Your boyfriend won’t like it," he murmurs, staring anywhere but at you.
Silence.
"What boyfriend?"
You blink at him, dumbfounded.
Sylus:
Sylus spits his coffee, choking as he stares at the pictures.
Does not buy it.
That’s clearly not a man.
Yet somehow, he keeps going back to it, again and again.
It’s only when Luke and Kieran peer over his shoulder that his denial starts cracking.
"Ooooh, boss has got competition," Luke chimes.
One minute, they’re laughing. The next, they’re outside the mansion, the door slamming shut behind them.
Luke blinks. "That explains..."
Kieran yanks him into a chokehold for getting them banished for the day.
Inside, Sylus switches to wine.
The day has been too much.
Not a man, right? he muses, scrutinizing the photo, before accidentally pressing the heart button.
And then, he all but chews the glass in his hand.
He’s not worried.
He just suddenly feels the urge to burn his entire closet because nothing looks good enough.
He doesn’t care.
He’s just made a few calls, just to make sure you’re not involved with anyone sketchy. Unless, of course, it’s him.
Then, like an absolute idiot, he gets a panicked call from an associate.
The only person who’s been in your apartment? Tara.
Sylus stares at the image. Facepalms.
That evening, when he picks you up from work, he looks exhausted.
As if a few hours have aged him years.
When you ask, he waves you off, dodging every question.
You raise a brow. "Are you sure? You look—"
"I said it’s nothing," he snaps, before sighing, dragging a hand down his face. "...Can we just go home
Caleb:
Storming to Linkon.
Geared up to blow up the entire apartment complex.
Spends five minutes struggling with the locked door before finally getting it open.
Marches in.
Stops. Sighs in disapproval at your empty fridge.
Good thing he packed snacks. Leaves them on your counter. You’ll thank him later.
Then, back to the mission.
Collects all forensic evidence needed. Marches out.
No time to waste.
Supervises the DNA administration.
Hair sample. Used coffee mug. Both next to yours.
He will find the bastard. He will take him out.
And then, he will whisk you away to Skyheaven, to console you once you learn of your tragic, mysterious loss.
Grief will bring you closer.
Every intern running tests is sweating.
So are the lead scientists, who have been personally forced to oversee this insanity.
No one is messing with the colonel today.
And then, finally, the results land on his desk.
Caleb stares. Dumbfounded.
Is he to fight both men and women for you now?
You better watch out for Tara because he does not discriminate.
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