#Ma Legacy

[isimbecauseofreasons]

They are a couple of cuties NGL.

[kylominis]

The temptation that swallows you [♡]

[milunalupin]

— ten lords a-leaping

ominis gaunt x reader ★ 1.4k words

twelve days of nico-mas mastlerlist

The snow fell heavily outside, blanketing the countryside in an icy white layer that stretched as far as the eye could see. You sat nervously beside Ominis Gaunt in the carriage, hands folded in your lap. You could feel the tension in the air, the chill creeping into your bones, despite the thick layers of clothing you had wrapped yourself in for the occasion. This would be your first time at the Gaunt manor, and though Ominis had insisted you come to help him, you had no illusions about how uncomfortable the evening would be.

Ominis, usually so composed, sat rigidly beside you, his shoe tapping faintly against the floor of the carriage as you made your way to the isolated manor nestled deep in the forest. He had been quiet on the journey, his face set in a mask of determination, though you could feel the unease radiating from him. The weight of the Gaunt family’s expectations was heavy, and the disdain they held for him—and anyone associated with him—was well-known.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked softly, your voice almost drowned out by the steady sound of the wheels on the snow-covered road.

Ominis turned his head slightly, offering you a small, weary smile. “I’m fine. I’ll survive. I just… need you to be here. Please.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. Ominis was usually so guarded, so self-assured in his quiet way, but you knew how much his family weighed on him. He didn’t want to subject you to it, but he was doing so because he trusted you—because, despite his family's coldness, he knew you would be there to support him.

“I’m here,” you reassured him, giving him a gentle smile. “I won’t let them get to you. We’ll get through this together.”

The carriage creaked to a halt in front of the Gaunt manor, an imposing structure that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky, its dark stone walls casting a shadow over the snow-covered ground. You felt another chill that had nothing to do with the weather as she followed Ominis up the steps. You could already feel the weight of the Gaunt family’s eyes on you.

The door creaked open, and they were greeted by a cold house elf who didn’t even bother to hide the judgment in their eyes as they ushered them inside. Your stomach twisted with anxiety, but you stood tall beside Ominis, trying to keep a neutral expression as you made their way into the heart of the manor.

The Gaunt family was gathered in the grand drawing room, a place as cold and dark as the rest of the manor. The flickering light from a few scattered candles did little to ease the atmosphere, and you could already feel the disdain directed at her. Ten members of his family were present, all of them as severe and calculating as the next.

There was his aunt, a woman whose sharp features were barely softened by her expensive robes; his cousin, who wore a smirk that could freeze anyone in their tracks; and his other relatives, all watching you like she didn’t belong there. The moment you entered, you was met with quiet, assessing stares. The message was clear: you was unwelcome. A muggleborn in the Gaunt household? Unthinkable.

Ominis took a deep breath, clearly bracing himself for the onslaught of silent judgment. You could feel his discomfort, his fists tightening at his sides as they were ushered to the long table where the meal had been prepared. There was no friendly greeting, no warmth. Only cold politeness that made you skin crawl.

“Ah, Ominis,” came a cold, smooth voice from his aunt, who sat at the head of the table. “You’ve brought your… friend. How charming.”

The sarcasm dripped from her words like poison, but you held her tongue, offering a polite nod. "Thank you for having me," you said, trying to keep her tone even.

“Of course,” his aunt replied, her gaze flicking over Y/N with barely concealed disdain. “I do hope you’ll find the evening to your liking. It’s not every day we host outsiders.”

You could feel the sting of the word, but you refused to show it. You could already tell this was going to be a long night. You took your seat beside Ominis, who was unusually tense. His fingers twitched, his jaw clenched as his relatives continued to speak in clipped tones, all of them casting side-eyed glances at you.

The meal began, but there was no warmth in the conversation. Marvolo Gaunt, who sat across from you, made his disdain clear with every word he uttered, his eyes gleaming with superiority. He sneered, calling you by every insult his family had likely instilled in him. Every remark was designed to make you feel small, but you refused to rise to the bait.

Ominis, too, seemed to grow increasingly agitated, though he did his best to keep his composure. His hand, which rested on the edge of the table, shook ever so slightly as Marvolo made another comment about your heritage.

“You must be used to it by now,” Marvolo said with a grin. “I’m sure you’ve been accustomed to lesser company your entire life.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart pounding as you felt Ominis tense beside you. The words were biting, and you could see him struggling to keep his emotions in check. But you wouldn’t let it affect you. You leaned closer to him, your voice a soft murmur that only he could hear.

“I’m fine, Ominis,” you whispered. “Don’t let them get to you.”

His expression softened for a moment, though his eyes betrayed his frustration. “I hate that they do this,” he said, barely audible. “You don’t deserve this. I just—”

“You deserve better,” You finished for him, your voice gentle but firm. “But right now, we’re together. And that’s all that matters.”

For a moment, the world around them seemed to quiet, the cruel comments fading into the background as Ominis met your gaze. There was something in his eyes—something vulnerable, something tender—that made your chest tighten. He wasn’t just frustrated with his family. He was frustrated because he cared—about you.

The dinner dragged on, and though the tension remained thick in the air, the rest of the evening passed in a blur of biting words and subtle insults. But through it all, you kept your head held high, smiling whenever Ominis needed it, offering him support in the quietest ways.

Finally, as the evening wound to a close, and the last of the Gaunts retired to their chambers, Ominis stood up, clearly worn out from the emotional toll of the night.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” You asked, your voice soft but insistent. “Get away from all this for a moment?”

Ominis gave a small nod, his face softening. “Yes. Please. I’d like that.”

They walked through the empty halls of the manor, their footsteps echoing in the silence. You led him toward a small, secluded garden, the snow blanketing the path in a peaceful layer. The moonlight bathed the scene in a soft, ethereal glow. It was quiet here—so different from the cold chaos of the dinner table.

Ominis stopped by a stone bench, a relieved breath leaving him as he looked out at the snow-covered garden.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “For being here. For getting me through this.”

You smiled, a warmth filling your heart. You stepped closer, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m here because I care about you, Ominis. I always will.”

There was a long pause, the weight of their shared moment settling between them. And then, in the soft glow of the moonlight, Ominis turned toward you, his eyes full of an emotion he couldn’t quite hide.

“I care about you too,” he murmured, his voice thick with meaning. “More than you know.”

And in that quiet, tender moment, you knew that despite the cruelty of the Gaunt family, they had something that would always be theirs—a connection, a friendship, and maybe, just maybe, the start of something more.

The snow fell gently around them as they stood there, together, in the cold of the Gaunt manor, but for the first time that night, the warmth between them was enough to melt the ice.

— taglist ♡

@willowlovestheweasleys

[seb-in-the-shadows]

If any of you fuckers turn Seb in to Azkaban I will find you, and I will replace all of your Chocolate Chip Cookies with Oatmeal Raisin Cookies -

But I won’t tell you that I did it, so even if you like or prefer Oatmeal Raisin, you will be expecting Chocolate Chip - and the devastation of being wrong upon one disgruntled bite will be sweet revenge

[espressoristretto-patronum]

Sebastian Sallow: Not sure what I did to deserve that...

Also Sebastian Sallow:

Tori: What were you thinking?!

Sebastian: I was thinking about dead goblins.

Tori: You could have got us killed!

Sebastian: BUT I didn't 😌

[antiquatedsimmer]

It was Sunday morning, and after a quick breakfast, everyone busied themselves dressing in their best for church. The air carried a crisp chill, making it the perfect moment for Lucile to surprise Josephine with the new coat she had quietly tucked away.

The moment Josie laid eyes on it, her face lit up with pure joy, and Lucile’s heart melted. She looked so happy—so radiant—that for a brief second, Lucile could almost hear her father’s voice in the back of her mind.

"Now, Lucile, ain't no sense in spendin' money just 'cause you can."

And perhaps he was right. They didn’t need such things. But as Josephine wrapped herself in the warmth of the coat, Lucile felt nothing but gratitude. She had worked hard to reach this point—to be able to provide, to give small luxuries to the people she loved. And she wanted to keep doing just that.

[rhiezus]

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ” // woori x taehun pera ai mandei errado mas vale duas tb !

of all the people in the world to be on a date with, woori never imagined she would end up with taehun. she was eager to meet him ever since she knew she could and she planned the words on her mind a few times, a casual encounter like one they both never knew that could happen. instead it was a little bit orchestrated by her and his very own ex. but it definitely wasn't suppose to go like that, none of it was, this had to be the worst first date ever. she was already embarrassed enough about it, did he even had to call it out loud? woori didn't knew if he gained points for reading her mind or if he lost it for the very same reason, regardless she wanted to go home and yell at nicky on the phone for ever convincing this was a good idea in the first place.

it all started when nicky and woori met at 1night a few months ago, the connection was instant. woori always dreamed of making nicky her friend because she really admired her ever since she saw her on television for the first time, she started following her on instagram and then just waited for the perfect opportunity to introduce herself, turns out that wasn't even needed because apparently nicky also followed her so it was destined to be. she might already be drunk when she mentioned how much she loved her relationship with taehun, they laughed a lot that day and she doesn't even remember why. the important thing to notice it's that the conversation didn't stop there, they continued to talk and meet often for drinks, gossip and shopping. they even got clicked having lunch which made people question if woori was gay, to which both of them a laugh. but that very same rumor was the one that set woori on the path that she founds herself now. after nicky questioned why she wasn't dating anyone to which woori replayed that it was hard to find someone like taehun just laying around, making her friend say something like "well, then have the only taehun that exists.".

conversation comes and goes now she is here, fumbling her first date ever. like ever. not only with taehun. she didn't want to sound like a loser by saying that through a text so she never said at all, worst come to it she just thought they might met for sex and that's it. but no, he actually wanted to get to know her and that came as a surprise, so much so that she started acting weird which might have gave him the impression that she wasn't attracted to him. how could she even let that happen? she once dreamed about his shirtless scene on the tv show he met nicky. now they were walking back to his car on silence, she kept looking through the bushes and buildings, thinking someone might capture a picture of them even though they were walking a bit apart from each other. still, that was enough to make an article about how she was a homewrecker, going after her friend ex's. was that was she was worried about? well, she was twenty, famous and never had a boyfriend, she was worried about many things.

"look... let's get back into your car." she avoided the question for a few minutes, until they finally crawled into his car. thankfully he was parked in a private place so there was not the possibility of undesirable viewers in sight. now finally sited, woori took a chance to look at taehun behind the wheel. that's when her anxious mind started racing, as soon as he came to pick her up, looking incredibly dashing driving his fancy sports car. making her doubt if she was ever enough to his standards. now, thinking about it, she didn't know how could she be so stupid in the first place. she was way more famous than him and way hotter, she had the upper hand from the start. the very thought made woori laugh, hard and loud. well, to him if she wasn't weird enough before now she was not only weird but also crazy. "oh my god! i don't know why i'm laughing. i'm an idiot and i'm sorry." she fumbled through her words, looking at his worried face made her want to act. when she finally controlled her laugh, her body half jumped from her seat and her head found his, close enough now to taste his breath with a smile still on her face. "i do like you." then her lips met his in quick peck, she didn't want to open her eyes again so she kissed him again, for real this time. the kiss a little rushed but it was a damn good one, he was just great at it was she imagined he would be and afterwards they were both hot and messy. "do you believe me now?"

[igglemouse]

Week 1 ~ Introducing Sasi ~ Wednesday

Since the day wasn't really coming to me I decided to just make the most of my day by going outside. The weather was just too perfect to stay in and nothing in the world is better than making your way through Tomarang on a perfect spring day.

Eventually I do run into Nin, who I seem to have a habit of running into. Small world, they say!

I talk to her about the weather and find out she really is into reading and is a self proclaimed book worm! There really wasn't much else to get into with her but it is always nice having the most casual of conversations with her if that makes sense.

Index ~ Next

[noelles-legacy]

My love Ominis,

Just a little drawing in another style I’ve done, still just trying it out rn. It’s definitely different art than some of my other stuff, but I thought it was still cute.

I sketched this up after work and came back to it today wondering wtf I was on that I was able to sketch that (I’ve been having crazy art block so I was genuinely so surprised)

Anyways… enjoy a little Noelle and Ominis content 🖤💚

[silvyadrakkon]

HIIII love ya friend you’re amazing keep doing amazing things YoU’VE GOT THISSS XDDD 🫶🏻😁

You’re amazing too! Love ya so much. Thankoo for being my fren. ❤️

[dreamtydraw]

Henlaur! I've been playing around with this new art program. Trying to improve my skill and whatnot so when I scrolled across your post about missing Sage from Last legacy, my hands got this awful itch to make him into a silly monopoly pawn piece ( i'm not actually sure what they're called but I made him. Hope you like it! )

HE’S SO CUTE WTF

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OH MY GOSH THANK YOU THAT SO SWEET I’M SOBBING

[isimbecauseofreasons]

We interrupt the normal legacy programming to give you, Darren Dreamer randomly dancing on the countertop?

[ask-felix-aberg]

Twas the Night before Christmas and what did stir with delight, But beautiful locks of gold, dancing in the merry moonlight!!

The belts were hung by the chimney with care, But no one was ready for this holiday hair. Montrose’s vanished strands, here but once a year Was ready to spread some christmas cheer

While the nifflers were nestled snug in their beds, With visions of pea shooters dancing in their heads Through the halls the hair flew, With joy to bring to a special few

Stopping by your bed, it brushes against your nose Like a merry toupe, that’s Christmas spirit only grows, By your bed, it places a package with a bow just for you, And inside is a belt! (Don’t worry it’s new)

You must have been on the nice list this year, For hair, so magical, to appear.

Enjoy your new toy, you good girls and boys.

A Merry Belt-Mas to all! And to all a good night!!!

(Monty's hair wishes you a merry christmas, our sweet swede!!!)

A tickle, a twitch, a sneeze to the air, Felix woke with a start - what was brushing his nose there? His nose gave a wiggle, his breath hitched tight, Then Achoo! books tumbled in a messy fright.

Down they came, one by one with a thud, Onto his head - oh, Merlin, the flood! Among the chaos, a package did land, Wobbling gently right into his hand.

Felix rubbed at his head, blinking still, Sleep's gentle fog clinging to him, until- The bow on the box caught his curious eye, And he pulled it closer, his smile spreading wide.

Inside he found it, shining and neat, A brand-new belt - so polished, so sleek! He laughed, then called with a cheerful shout, "Als! Andrew! Wake up and check this out!"

In the still of the dorm, his joy rang clear, "It's Merry Belt-Mas! The best time of year!" He held up the gift, his grin pure delight, As Monty's magic hair vanished into the night.

[milunalupin]

— eleven pipers piping

sebastian sallow x reader ★ 1.2k words

twelve days of nico-mas masterlist

The castle had come alive with festive cheer, its stone walls adorned with twinkling lights, wreaths, and garlands that filled the air with the scent of pine. Inside, the Great Hall was the center of all the holiday excitement as Sebastian Sallow hurriedly paced across the room. This would be the first year that you and all of your friends would be staying at the castle for the break, and he knew how much you loved the holidays. He had planned every detail of the holiday party for you, hoping it would be unforgettable. But, of course, things were going... wrong.

"Amit, these lights are supposed to glow, not flicker!" Sebastian grumbled, his brow furrowed in frustration. The enchanted lights above the tables were sputtering and flickering, creating an almost chaotic pattern.

Amit, standing nearby, raised his wand and muttered a few incantations, but the lights only flashed faster and more erratically. "Sorry, Sebastian! I'll get it, I swear!"

Sebastian sighed, rubbing his temples. The party was supposed to be perfect. But now, with each passing moment, it seemed more like a disaster in the making.

He turned to look at Garrett, who was tinkering with a large cauldron in the kitchen. From the smell wafting in the air, it was clear the latest dessert creation wasn’t going to go as planned. "Garrett, what exactly are you trying to make this time?"

The door to the kitchen swung open, revealing Garrett standing proudly in front of a bubbling mess of burnt sugar. He grinned sheepishly, holding up a sticky spoon. "It was supposed to be a cake, but... well, it’s not. Maybe a bit more like candy... burnt candy."

Sebastian stared at the wreckage, then sighed. "Of course it is."

In the midst of all this chaos, Natsai and Poppy were on the other side of the hall, struggling with decorations. Poppy had a wreath of mistletoe that kept floating off to the wrong place, while Natsai was trying—unsuccessfully—to charm the holly garlands to stay in place. Each attempt seemed to only make things worse.

"It’s not supposed to hang like that," Poppy complained as the mistletoe hovered over Imelda’s head, who had been eyeing it suspiciously.

“Maybe we should just let it hang,” Natsai suggested. “At least it’s... festive.”

Imelda, who had been helping with the seating arrangements, scowled at the rogue decorations. “It’s chaos. Not the good kind.”

Sebastian winced. "Everything’s falling apart," he muttered to himself, glancing over at Ominis, who had been trying to keep an eye on things from a corner.

Despite his usual cool demeanor, Ominis was clearly trying his best to keep the peace. “Sebastian, it’s not as bad as you think,” he said, his voice calm but laced with amusement as he overheard the frustrations. “It’s a holiday party, not a formal gathering. There’s no need for everything to be perfect.”

Sebastian, however, was far from convinced. He wanted everything to be flawless, especially for you. You had always been there for him, and tonight he wanted to give you something truly magical.

Deek, the house-elf who had volunteered to help with the cleanup, shuffled up beside Sebastian with a tray of snacks, his wide eyes sparkling with excitement. “Master Sebastian, the party will be wonderful! Everyone’s so happy already!”

“I just want it to go well for her,” Sebastian muttered, looking over at you across the room. You were talking to Leander, who was practically bouncing with excitement about some new Quidditch strategy.

"She’ll be happy just being here, you know," Deek said with a wise grin. "All the little things don't matter as much as you think. It's the people who matter."

Sebastian’s eyes softened as he glanced over at you again. You were smiling, laughing with your friends—completely oblivious to the turmoil swirling around the event. You always had a way of lighting up a room, no matter what went wrong.

“Maybe you’re right,” he murmured, his voice softening.

You caught his gaze and made your way over to him. Your smile was gentle and reassuring, and Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat.

“What’s going on?” you asked, your voice a mixture of concern and curiosity as you noticed the tension in his expression. Deek nodded to you before patting Sebastian on the back and shuffling away.

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, clearly wrestling with his thoughts. “It’s everything. Amit’s lights aren’t working, Garrett’s dessert might be more dangerous than edible, and the decorations—well, they’ve gone rogue. Nothing is going right, and I wanted everything to be perfect for you.”

You chuckled softly, reaching out to gently hold his hand. “Sebastian, it’s okay,” you said, squeezing his fingers. “I’m already having the best time because I’m here with you and everyone else.”

“But I wanted to make it special,” he insisted. “You love the holidays, and I know you were upset you couldn't be at home. I wanted everything to be just right.”

“You did make it special,” you said, your eyes meeting his with sincerity. “You’ve done all this for us, for all of us. That’s what matters.”

A soft blush crept across Sebastian’s cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile at your words. You had this way of making him feel better, even when everything felt like it was falling apart.

“Well, I suppose it’s too late to fix everything now,” he said with a small laugh.

“Exactly,” you agreed. “And who cares? Look at everyone—they’re all having a great time.” You gestured around the room, where Anne was chatting with Leander and Ominis, and Garrett was chasing Poppy with his questionably purple spoon, causing everyone to laugh.

Sebastian took a deep breath, trying to relax. “You’re right. It’s about the people.”

As the evening continued, everything that went wrong somehow turned into something right. The flickering lights cast a strange, magical glow over the room, giving it a unique charm. Garrett’s failed dessert became the center of hilarious conversation, with everyone laughing at how “experimental” it was. The decorations, though slightly disarrayed, brought an unexpected warmth to the atmosphere, with the floating mistletoe wreaths causing more giggles than complaints.

Leander, Imelda, and even Anne joined in on the fun, laughing about how nothing had gone as planned. Ominis, who had initially been quiet, found himself laughing along with the group, caught up in the cheer.

As the night drew to a close, you gently pulled Sebastian to the center of the room. “Come on,” you said, a twinkle in your eye. “Dance with me.”

Sebastian hesitated for a moment, but then, with a soft smile, he let you lead him. The music played softly as the two of you moved together in the midst of your friends. The imperfections, the mess, the chaos—it didn’t matter. You were here, surrounded by people you loved, and that was all that mattered.

When the song ended, Sebastian leaned close, his voice barely a whisper. “Thank you,” he said softly. “For everything.”

You smiled, pulling him in for a gentle hug. “No need to thank me,” you said, your voice warm against his ear. “You’ve already made this the best holiday party I could ever imagine.”

And as the night ended, Sebastian realized that maybe, just maybe, the most magical moments were the ones that weren’t perfect at all.

— taglist ♡

@willowlovestheweasleys

[darkwhim]

🎊HAPPY NEW YEAR 2025!🎊

[cmdrjanus-2]

Christmas Elf Quorra by EBlackwell040494