#OMI SAID HE MISSES US HE MISSES US

[zumicho]

I saw suna’s tweet and thought oh! did ness put herself in this smau as a fun little easter egg? only to realize it’s the pfps 😭😭😭😭😭 im stupid 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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part 0.04. THE "I'M DISAPPOINTED" CARD

"i've been right here from the start just keep on dancing in the dark i'll be right here when you part."

from wasted affairs by mind's eye, left at the kansai international airport, osaka

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extras <3

technically msby probably would've just taken a bus to kyoto since it's so close to osaka but for some reason i chose kyoto and mentioned it in chapter 3?? so i couldn't go back on my word SO THIS WAS MY BAD I'M SORRY

kansai is an international airport but according to my research 🤓☝ it's also somewhere for charter/private planes to board

that whole security process is so confusing i tried my best but this is literally a fanfiction forgive me if idk how charter jets work 🙏

omi was obviously the first one to the airport and checked in as early as possible to make sure he'd be on time

suna and oikawa arrived around the same time and then the three of them waited like an hour and they were supposed to board in 30 minutes and no one else had shown up yet

they found out bokuto got lost and oikawa was sent to find him while atsumu wouldn't respond to their texts which led to sakusa calling them all out in the gc

omi was upset because they COULD'VE boarded earlier if everyone was there but they were waiting on atsumu

so everyone was sitting in the lobby twiddling their thumbs in silence as they waited for him to arrive

atsumu tried to pretend like everything was normal and fine when he showed up and sat next to oikawa but then omi immediately stood up and was like "get your ass up. we're leaving now."

osamu was asked to be a vendor at the msby game like three hours before it started and had to leave y/n managing the shop by herself for the night </3

atsumu was literally shaking when he saw suna turn his phone off and get out of bed after osamu ratted him out about y/n

he couldn't see where suna was in the dark and screamed when suna threw a pillow at him

then he slept like a baby <3 while suna was tucked in bed with a goofy smile texting y/n

he took his leap of faith saying that he'd give her flowers and then immediately tried to distract her from it by sending another picture of something else he saw (but he's def the one that put up the flower box then pretended it was just something he found in kyoto when he texted y/n if that makes sense <3 this will come into play next chapter)

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[jo-com]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ ➛ Clingy

Charles Leclerc x Fem!reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux

Summary: Charles and Alex gets so clingy it’s adorable

Genre: Short Fluff, Throuple!

Tw: not anything in particular js some grammatical error and mind u this is not profread

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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Bellahadid No invites??

Yn.cult NEXT TIME I PROMISE

Bellahadid You better🤨

Alexandrasaintmleux Pretty as always ma fille

Yn.cult Stopp, you’re making me blush🤭

Charles_Lecler I think you’re pretty too!

Alexandrasaintmleux i said it first tho😐

User1 THE WAY THEY’RE FIGHTING OVER HER😭😭

User2 Nah cause i’d do the same ngl

Ex.bf Staying there too! Maybe we should hang out!

Alexandrasaintmleux yeah no.

Charles_Leclerc Agreed.

User3 he shoot his shot but got rejected twice😭😭

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User4 How can one person look cute and hot at the same time

User5 it’s called the y/n effect✨

User6 Faxx☝🏻

User7 Nah who took the first pic?🤨

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Alex pouted, her brows knitted in a frown as she stared blankly at your post; constantly refreshing it to see whether or not you replied to her comment yet.

But every time she does, she gets disappointed—not seeing your reply just makes her grow fonder of your presence.

With a deep sighed, Alex turned off her phone and buried her face in y/n’s favorite pillow. The one she uses every time they sleep, the one that has her lingering smell on it, and the one Charles and Alex coddles up whenever they miss you. Which is constantly so they fight about whoever gets it.

Alex stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind was clouded with the thoughts of you. She just misses you so much it’s killing her. Literally.

The only reason you were out was because of your job; you love modeling that’s why they couldn’t have the guts to stop you from going. But now they just wished that they stopped you.

“Ughhhhh” she sighed, dragging the h along the tone of her boredness. Her voice echoing around the empty room which caught the attention of their boyfriend.

“What’s the matter, bébé?” Charles asked, peeking his head into the doorframe.

Alex lazily dragged her head up to face charles. “Everything’s cool, i just miss her is all” she mumbled, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

Charles smiled emphatically, he knows what it’s like to miss you— he’s going through that too but he’s not taking it as hard like Alex though. He’s trying to act strong for the both of them, i mean someone has to, right?

Alex felt the couch dipped down as Charles sat besides her frame. “Should we call y/n and see what’s she’s up to?” He asked, rubbing soft circles around her back.

“No” she replied all muffled due to her head still facing down and resting on your pillow.

She wanted them to call you; to hear your sweet voice. Alex wanted nothing more than that, but then again she doesn’t want to disturb you and ruin your fun.

“Let’s just watch a movie and try to get our minds of her, yeah?” Sighing defeatedly, alex nodded her head and muttered a low ‘sure’ making Charles smile happily.

So that’s what they did, they watched a movie, and ate all the food they could find in the house until they fell asleep.

They woke up the very next day— saw your recent post and started to miss you like crazy again.

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[suhkusa]

EGOIST SIDE STORY. — FOREVER

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader

CW. fast paced, fluff with slightest of angst

A/N. alt ending for sakusa lovers (me)

-> MAIN SERIES.

Sakusa doesn’t know if you remember him. If anything, he would be more surprised if you did remember him. It was just one interaction during your high school years after all. 

YEARS AGO. SPRING NATIONALS.

“Are you alright?” 

You look up from your seat. You had come to this stupid national volleyball tournament because your friend made you, but she’s off somewhere flirting with a man from another team. You had dozed off and you didn’t even realize Inarizaki was playing their last set of the match. 

Now there was this strange man in a volleyball uniform and a mask in front of you. Oh, he said something to you didn’t he?

“Oh, yeah,” you feel self-conscious under his gaze.

He looks away for a second before looking back at you. 

“Are you from Inarizaki?” 

You nod at his question. You can feel the awkwardness oozing from your presence. You feel sorry you don’t contribute much to the conversation.

“Well if you get bored, Itachiyama’s match starts on court C in like 30 minutes,” he nods his head at you before striding off.

There was something laced in his stern voice that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Pity? Care? You didn’t really know. 

Ah. You should’ve asked for his name.

AT MSBY.

It couldn’t be. You couldn’t be. Fate was weird. You’re the girl from the Spring Tournament weren’t you?

“Y/N,” you extend your arm towards him, “Nice to meet you… Sakusa? Right?”

“Yeah, Sakusa,” he takes your hand and gives it a small shake before letting go.

He couldn’t help but watch you as you introduce yourself to every member individually. Couldn’t help how he noticed you tense and hesitated as you got to Atsumu. He tried not to think about it too much.

-

When you got too drunk and that whole thing with the guy happened at the bar, Sakusa only did what was right. Take care of you and help you.

But you looked ethereal. Honestly. Part of him feels wrong saying that. Even as you lay peacefully sleeping in his own apartment. 

He didn’t want to let himself fall for you. It felt unprofessional, and Sakusa was anything but. But he couldn’t help it.

And so any chance he’d get, he would try to slip himself into your life, little by little. Maybe you’d notice. Or if you didn’t, at least he would still get to spend time with you.

Imagine how excited he was when he found out you played the exact same games as him! 

But then you started to turn a foot towards Atsumu. Even after that fiasco of a yelling-match the two of you had? It stung a bit. He was definitely hurt. So Sakusa decided to distance himself. That was the only thing that he felt like he could do. But if you ever changed your mind, he’d be here. As a friend or whatever you wanted him to be.

Then the two of you took the fall of Atsumu’s actions together. At first he didn’t know that Atsumu was behind all of it, not until you joined a video call and ranted to him about it. He honestly just cared about you and your well-being. 

He was selfish. He was ugly and selfish because he was glad that Atsumu was finally out of your life and the two of you could go back to the way things used to be. 

“Atsumu- I mean Miya came to my house last night,” you say, your voice static-y through the phone.

His heart dropped. What happened? Did he apologize? Did you forgive him?

“Oh,” is all he can manage. 

“What? Oh?” you laugh, “Don’t worry, he just apologized and… And maybe I got emotional but nothing happened, I promise,” he can feel himself sigh in relief at the last bit of your sentence.

NOW BOARDING TO LOS ANGELES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT. 

“Is that you?” Sakusa asks.

He can hear you struggle a bit, probably grabbing your bags. “Mm, yep,” there’s moving noises.

“Well, you have a safe flight, Y/N. Make sure you text me when you get to your room, okay?” Sakusa is sad. He hopes the two of you can stay in contact. 

“I’ll miss you, Omi,” you say, and he knows you know he hates that nickname. But if it’s you, he’ll let it slide.

“What? Don’t get all sappy on me now,” he says, “I’m going to miss you a lot more, Y/N,”

Sakusa swears he hears you sniffle a bit. 

“A-Alright, I’ll see you soon, Kiyoomi,” you say one last time.

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N,” he mutters, the line going dead soon after.

Fuck.

———

It’s scary how someone across the world can make you feel so loved. It’s been 2 years since you’ve left Japan. And every day since then, you and Kiyoomi have talked. Texted, called, video chatted, anything and everything.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t developing a tiny bit of feelings for him. But you couldn’t tell if he felt the same. Tones and emotions are so hard to read through a screen. For all you know, he could be acting as a friend and you’re just reading too much into it.

“I am coming to Japan,” you state, you can hear him shuffling on the other side of the call.

“Mm, hm? What?” he sounds a bit shocked, “for what?”

“The season just ended here, and I don’t really have anything to do. I’ve been homesick for the past 2 years, and I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon. Oh, I’d be there for just a week, though,”

“Ah, I see. Do you already have a place to stay? I can lend you the guest room?”

You think it over, but you don’t think you should consider the feelings you’ve been feeling towards him recently.

“We’ll see, thank you Kiyoomi,”

“Of course. When is your flight back?” 

“Next week,”

———

Next week became this week. Then this week became today. 

Apparently everyone wanted to come visit Japan because all hotels and motels were booked fully. That’s how you found yourself a taxi ride later in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s guest bedroom.

You had decided to keep your return under the wraps, not wanting any attention or big reactions, or… other people to catch wind. 

It was in the very beginning of your stay back home in Japan that Sakusa Kiyoomi proclaimed his love for you.

“I think I love you. Or well, I do love you, sorry,” he looks like he’s ashamed as the two of you sit in front of his fireplace. 

At first you just stare at him as if you two were sharing a normal conversation. But then the cogs in your brain began to turn. 

“Y-You don’t have to say anything,” he’s freaking out behind those still eyes of his. You can see it, “I’m sorry, let’s just.. let’s just forget about it,

“I love you, too,”

His head snaps towards you, “What?”

You feel tense under his gaze, unsure as to what your next move should be. 

“I- Sorry,” you scoot back, “I really do love you… You’ve been there for me for so long, even when that whole thing with him happened… I’m sorry it feels like it took me so long,”

His warm hand meets under your chin.

“Only forever, idiot,” he smiles at you. “I feel like I’ve known since the day you walked in,”

There’s tears in your eyes because you believe him. He really had been there since the very beginning. 

“Don’t cry,”

“B-But I have to leave in a week and-”

“Then that gives us a whole week to be with one another… if that’s what you want,”

A tear drips down your cheek. “Then we’d have to do long distance and I don’t want you to wait,” you look into his eyes with your glossy ones.

“I’d wait eternity for you, Y/N,” is all he says before dipping his head down to yours and welcoming your lips into his. 

You basically cry into the kiss, until the kiss gets sloppy and you’re coming onto him.

And maybe you gave all of yourself to him that night. And maybe every night after that.

The goodbye is bittersweet. You know the two of you will meet again, but are unsure when. Being deduced to only being able to communicate through your telephone is hard. Especially after all of your feelings were finally let out of the bag. The two of you know your love will keep you guys intertwined until you guys see each other again. 

When that is, is the only thing that’s uncertain.

PRESENT.

“Do you still like me?

“I think you know the answer to that, Y/N,” he says sadly, “all too well,”

A sigh escapes your lips.

“You know you shouldn’t, Atsumu,” you say, and it tears his heart apart. He thought this night

would’ve ended differently if he answered that way.

“Y/N, can’t we try again?” he pleads. Atsumu knows he’s beginning to sound desperate, but he can’t lose his grasp on you, not when he just found you again.

“Atsumu… I’m dating Kiyoomi,” 

You can visibly see his heart sink. It looks like he’s trying to find something to say, but all that comes out is silence.

You’re not sure what to do or say, letting the cool air blow against you. The awkward silence is broken when the doors behind you open.

“Y/N?”

“Ah, Omi,” you turn to face him.

“The guys wanted to take shots, did you want to join?” 

“Sure” you walked towards him before giving Atsumu one last glance back. “Did you want to join us—”

“Yeah- yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” the blonde mumbles.

You nod towards him before you latch onto Sakusa, he welcomes you into a tight hug.

“What were you guys talking about?” he queries.

“Oh, nothing, just… him stuff,” you offer a fake laugh.

“We can talk about it later if you need?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, let’s just get that shot, you deserve it after that win,” you wink at him.

As you walk off before him, Sakusa Kiyoomi gets hit with a wave of realization of how lucky he is to be with you. There’s so many ways this could have turned out, yet you chose him.

He can’t wait for you to come back to Japan, the two of you have been discussing you moving in with him and so much more.

He’s not telling you just yet, but he’s even planning a little trip for your guys’ anniversary. 

Sakusa is going to do everything in his power to make you happy. He’s waited all this time and he’s finally gotten the chance to make you happy.

To love you.

END. 

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[gardenialver]

Fragrance

synopsis - your boyfriend suddenly comes home and he smells like... you?

pairings - Koutaro Bokuto, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Asahi Azumane

content - fem reader, fluffy, some non-canon ships, cheating allegations (not serious)

Koutaro Bokuto

You felt a small tingle in your ear and you smiled knowingly. Crouching to place down slippers, a strong force knocked you over. A giggle emerged from your lips as you held onto your boyfriend's shoulders.

That giggle however was soon interrupted as you dug your face into Kotaro's neck. "Babe.." You stared up at him with furrowed brows, "Why do you smell like me?"

He let out a hearty laugh and you were soon being spun up in the air, your squeals echoing in the entrance, "KOU-CHAN I'M STARTING TO GET DIZZY," You patted his shoulder to signal your weakening digestion.

He kept you up as your hands laid themselves on his chest. "So today while doing interviews there was this lady who was I think talking to Omi-kun about a sponsorship but she had something in her pocket and looked like your perfume bottle,"

While he rambled you slowly placed your feet on the ground and walked down to the kitchen, your boyfriend following in tow, "And I asked her, 'by any chance does that smell like peach, jasmine, and sparkling juice and she said yeah so then I asked her to hit me with a spritz,"

You nodded while pouring broth into two bowls, the aroma bringing your boyfriend over and his arms wrapped around you from behind, leaning side to side. "So then, I started twirling and she sprayed me like 8 times and I smelled so good for the rest of the day."

You placed fried tofu atop the thick udon noodles, garnished with green onions and passed your boyfriend his bowl, the two of you making your way back to the table together. "And like honey you smell so good, Shoyo said I smelled good, Kuroo said I smelled good, this little girl walking home from school said I smelled good, this grandma and her grandson said I smelled good."

You pressed a kiss to Kotaro's cheek, "Thank you honey, but don't do this too often, I miss your scent," Those few words seemed to fill with pride and a vibrant blush and wide smile made their way to his face, "Of course sweetie, THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD,"

Tadashi Yamaguchi

"I'm home sweetie," Hearing your boyfriend's voice, you and Hachiko ran out to greet him, the latter barking and jumping all over the place. Sliding down the hallway you jumped into his arms and his laugh just made you grip onto his hood tighter.

"Eh?" He stared at you confused as your hands were still wrapped around his, "Ehhh?" Noises of confusion continued to emit from you, similar ones coming from the pup at your feet who's nose was going back and forth, "You and Hachi are making the same face." He pointed out while pressing a kiss to your temple.

"I thought you went out with Hitoka and Kiyoko?" "Hm? I did, I sent you pictures." "Then why do you smell like you went with me instead?" The smell of matcha catching you off guard.

"Ohhh," He laughed and sat you down while placing a few bags on the floor. Off course you weren't against your boyfriend going out with Hitoka and Kiyoko, he still calls the two by their last name but as he had told you the seniors had sorta all chosen a first year favourite.

While Shouyo and Kageyama were Sugawara, Azumane, Tanaka, and Nishinoya's favourites, and Kei may have been Ennoshita, Daichi's, and still Nishinoya's favourites, Tadashi ended up being taken in by the two girls.

It made sense with how he acted, his personality resembled one of someone who had only been raised by women. "While shopping Shimizu found a perfume store and we found the one you used and we may or may not have went a little crazy,"

You quirked an eyebrow at him, "Huh" He draped his arm over your shoulder's and you ended up laying on his chest, "We found your matcha perfume and started spraying each other." "Oooh, so did you have a good day?"

"Of course, Shimizu and Amanai-san will be celebrating their first wedding anniversary soon and Yachi adopted a kitten," "She showed me, has she chosen a name yet though?" He nodded, bringing a bag up onto his lap.

"She named her Diana like from Sailor Moon, on another note," He brought out two cutely wrapped pouches, "This one's from Shimizu and this one's from Yachi, they're early birthday gifts."

With wide eyes, your carefully placed your fingers on the inner part of the fabric, pushing out to see a hair ornament. Holding it between your index and thumb you looked at it in amazement, before placing it back in the pouch.

Taking the gift from Kiyoko, you repeated your steps with Yachi's gift and looked at a small simple ring, with blue stones embedded into it. "I should send thank you letters soon," You lean into Tadashi's chest while slipping it onto your pinky.

"Hm, I should get you a real one soon," "HUH?" In surprise your body flew off the sofa and you fell, looking at him incredibly flustered. He helped you back up, a blush of his own mixing with his freckles.

"Sorry babe I didn't think you'd turn into Hinata," The two of you laugh and he takes out a large box from the bag that was previously on his lap, "TADA YOUR EARLY BIRTHDAY GIFT,"

In his hands was a very very large box, a gift set in fact, a gift set of that exact matcha line you were previously talking about. "Now you can always smell matcha, maybe even I'll smell like matcha,"

You laugh, slightly embarrassed, tip toeing, you press a kiss to his lips, "Thank you Tadashi, but you do know my favourite scent and flavour's matcha cause of your hair right?" And soon it was his turn to lay on the ground flustered.

Asahi Azumane

"Are you cheating on me? With me?" "Huh?" You stared at your boyfriend with narrowed eyes. "Who is it [Name] 0.1? [Name] 0.2? [Name] 0.3? [Name] 0.4? [Name] 0.5? [Name] Hatsune Miku version? [Name] Christmas Special? [Name] Sanrio Collab? [Name] Beach Edition? [Name] Popstar Edition? [Name] Festival Version? [Name] Halloween Edition?"

Asahi placed his hands on your shoulder attempting to calm you down, "It's no one, although beach edition and festival version [Name] sound cute,"

You peered at him from the side of your eyes, "well you're going to have to wait for summer for those limited editions to come out, so who is it?"

He laughed awkwardly at you, as if he was trying to try and lighten the mood after being threatened, "Baby I just got here why am I getting hit with cheating allegations already,"

Your eye twitches at him, "Because you smell like me, a lady, and usually you don't smell like me, a lady, I mean I'm not against you trying to smell a little more feminine but this is unusual for you and if you were to delve into more feminine scents you'd probably go for flowers, not my scent,"

Soon you were chasing your poor boyfriend around the house with a banana in one hand and a pen in the other, "SWEETIE I PROMISE IT'S NO ONE, LET ME EXPLAIN" "I NEVER TOLD YOU THE PRODUCTS I USE"

After going up and down a few times you were cornered, both of you panting and you lamely threw the banana at Asahi's cheek, "I-I w-would oh my gosh like to thank God for-for giving me-oh my, why do you have so-so much energy, an archery an-and street racing girl, give me a moment to breathe, girlfriend."

And then he collapsed on you making you fall over, your head hitting your mattress, Asahi falling atop of you, "GET OFF OF ME FREAKISHLY TALL CHEATING BOYFRIEND," Placing a kiss on your cheek he got up lightly while holding your limbs down.

"Do you actually think I'm cheating?" "No, I just wanted to be mean to you, I mean maybe but I guess I trust you enough," Looking at you unamused, a wet feeling hit your cheek and you grimaced, "EWW"

"After practice, Suga and Daichi wanted to look at body stuff because some volleyball players," cough "That one tall guy from Nekoma" cough "Nishinoya and Tanaka" cough "So we went to look at body products and whenever I ask what products you use you fall asleep or start telling me about how you're fighting the cap of your soda bottle."

You looked away from him flustered, "M-maybe but still," He placed a light kiss to your cheek and you wiggled in protest, "But Suga tested something and it smelled really familiar so then I smelled one of the lotions but it was kinda empty so it was hard to get so then I was looking at the mist but the nozzle was weird and it kept shooting at me instead of the testers."

That was when you started to giggle at his endeavors, "R-really?" "YEAH IT WAS LIKE THE HOSE WE WERE FIGHTING LAST WEEK WHEN IT KEPT GOING FROM JET TO MIST TO FLAT TO SHOWER IT WAS SO SCARY, an employee ended up just getting a new bottle,"

This time it was your turn to offer him some affection, you placed a soft kiss to his jaw, "Oh my poor baby must've been so scared," You cooed mockingly, although there was care in your tone, "It was slightly scary," He muttered.

"But now I've figured out the scent I couldn't put my finger on, freesias, freesias, pears, and tangerine," "Look at you being so smart," He raised an eyebrow at your baby talk which you reciprocated with a stuck out tongue.

You gave him a quick kiss, "Babe, I'm sorry about before but can I be unpinned from my bed," "Oh yeah, sorry I forgot, but you know maybe you could give me a preview of those [Name] editions," Rolling your eyes you ran to your closet.

"By the way Asahi, don't use other perfumes like that again, then the clothes I steal from you won't smell like you and that's like half of the reason I take them," He nodded with a laugh, "Anything for you dear, now let me see [Name] Barbie and the Three Musketeer's edition"

[fic-dumpster]

The road so far

Summary: Have you ever wondered what goes through a writer’s mind while she’s trying to complete the stories you like so much? Well! Wonder no more! Here’s a first look into a writer’s unstable mind!

Characters: Bonten against Omi (no x because it’s war)

Word count: 1K

Content Warnings: fighting, slight breaking of the fourth wall, sitcoms, crackfic, it’s a joke. Yes, it can be read as x reader… just pretend. Hostility, a meme, DIH references, other fandoms mentioned.

A.N: TAKEOMI IS NOT OMI. I am Omi. I wrote this in 15 so it’s very rushed. idk… this is me trying to portray my internal struggles while I write. I just worked joke of 1000 words… and yes, characters never listen to what we want.

“If you think we’re gonna cooperate with you after leaving us for almost three years, you’re delusional,” Kokonoi crossed his legs once he sat down in front of Omi.

Omi had called a meeting with Bonten in hopes of coming to an agreement. She needed to work on her WIPs but her characters weren’t cooperating.

“As a matter of fact, I am delusional,” Omi answered, sipping from her water bottle, “anyway, I just need to finish the rest of the meetings and we’re done! Swear!”

Around her, the rest of Bonten sat with serious faces. Nobody was happy to be there. After her disappearance a few years ago, things weren’t quite as peaceful between them as they used to be.

“Yeah, yeah. I see how you are. Use us and drop us.” Sanzu sounded bitter and angry. He didn’t take the vanishing so well. He had bonded with her and she just left him. That wasn’t right in his book.

“Ugh, women…” With a sigh, Rindou stretched his long limbs, showing how tired and stressed he was.

“What do you mean ‘ugh? Women?’” Omi harshly questioned Rindou with a frown on her face.

“Nothing…” he replied nonchalantly, sitting up straight once again.

“Forget that! You clearly have preferences for certain members.” As she heard that voice her skin began to crawl. Hair standing on end, Omi slowly turned towards the source— once she saw his obnoxious face, only irritation was left behind.

“Oh, shut up, Ran! I wrote your story with your brother first! Why are you complaining?” She quickly replied, raising her hand in protest.

“Because he’s one of those,” added Mochi in a whisper.

So much of a whisper that was… half the men present burst out laughing which caused Ran to sigh in frustration. He was done. So many years and he still didn’t know what the hell that meant.

“We can't just hop back in,” Takeomi’s voice raised above the hysterical laughter of his peers.

Omi deflated at his words. She dreaded the worst… Was this how things were going to end?

“Please, I’ll do anything! I can’t leave the story like that!” Her eyes began to water as desperation crept in.

“Well, too bad! You left!” Sanzu’s bitterness didn’t falter, not even at the sight of unshed tears in her eyes.

“I said I was sorry! And I was busy with life, you know?”

“Yeah? Life? Then who are those guys? Rhysand? Sylus? Jinshi?” Sanzu spoke each name with disdain.

“Yeah! Who’s Umemiya? And some dude named Hoshina?” Rindou backed him up.

“More? I only heard about Sanji—” Kakucho suddenly intervened but was cut off by Omi.

“Okay! Stop! Oh my gosh!! Stoop!” Omi’s face had changed three different types of red in the last few seconds, “That… has nothing to—“

“Bullshit! I call bullshit! You created a different blog for the Stylus guy!” Sanzu was not dropping the subject.

“Oh my gosh! Let it go! And his name is Sylus!”

“AHAA!” Pink hairs wildly flew everywhere as Sanzu stood up and pointed an accusatory finger at Omi.

“Just… just help me write the few chapters I’m missing and the end. That’s all I’m asking… I lost the WIPs and I can’t by myself…” she pleaded. Internally praying they understood her dire situation.

“What do we get in return?” Mikey finally spoke after observing the back and forth between his men and Omi.

That sentence perked her up. A ray of hope finally came in between the stormy clouds.

“What-what would you want?” She asked with bright eyes and a new determination ignited.

“We can discuss that later,” Mikey waved his hand dismissively.

Omi nodded eagerly in return. Finally! Some progress. “Okay, fine… that’s good…”

After Mikey’s short exchange of words, they decided to end the meeting. It was time to move forward and begin working. Everyone stood up and began to leave the room.

They saw Omi move to the side with Takeomi and they started to talk amicably, with smiles and very friendly hand gestures. It was like time had never passed for them. She didn’t treat him differently and Takeomi seemed comfortable with her.

“Why does she like the old man…” Kakucho wondered out loud.

“It’s the daddy issues, I bet,” Sanzu was seething as he kept watching the scene play in front of him.

“What did you say?!” You turned your head like the exorcist once you heard those words leave Sanzu’s lips.

“Does she have superhuman hearing? How the hell did she hear you?” Ran said with a bit of panic in his voice.

And it began. Omi had been chasing the pink-haired man for a while now…

“I DON'T NEED YOU, SANZU! I CAN FINISH DIH WITHOUT YOU!” But before she could catch him, a pair of hands caught her first, “UGH! KAKUCHO LET ME GO! HE’S DEAD!”

Meanwhile a bit further away from the commotion.

“We have agreed to help her. Was it really necessary to do all the drama?” Questioned Takeomi to Mikey and Mochi. The three men watched the rest battling it out.

“We voted and the majority chose to make drama before agreeing,” Mikey said as his eyes followed Sanzu speeding away from Omi,

“Even Koko?” Mochi was surprised by that information.

“Even Koko.” Mumbled the short man.

“RAN, YOU TOO! BOTH YOU AND SANZU ARE DEAD!” Omi yelled, still being held by Kakucho who was trying to help diffuse the situation.

“What did I do?”

“YOU’RE ONE OF THOSE!” She kicked her feet in an attempt to be let loose, “I SHOULD HAVE KEPT WRITING FOR HAIKYUU! They wouldn’t treat me like this!”

“Yeah? Well, go and play ball with your sporty boys!” Ran screamed back.

“You’re insufferable!” Omi screamed as she tackled Ran to the ground.

“She became way more violent in the years we didn’t see her,” Mikey commented and the rest of his executive nodded in agreement. Everyone just watched Omi and Ran scuffling on the floor.

Bonus:

Omi: and then you do as it says here *points to the script*

Kakucho: that’s too mean. I don’t want to do that.

Omi: you’re a criminal! How is it mean to push her face down and—

Kakucho: shhh no please *blushing*

Omi: I’m working with amateurs… *throws her stack of paper into the trash*

[rae-and-mezo]

Could you write headcanon Seb and Omi being mean at reader so they cries and run away. The boys come to them to apologize.

Sebastian and Ominis say Awful Things During a Fight

A/N: This turned out a lot more like a blurb than headcanons, oops! I liked this one, angst is fun. I'm sorry it took me so long, finals are KILLING ME!

Seb:

You're sitting in the Undercroft with an ice pack to your head. Admittedly, you shouldn't have dove into the cave without a Wiggen weld potion. But you don't regret going in, how else would you save the Merlops from dark wizards.

Luckily you got out with just a concussion, Poppy dragged you away just in time.

But Sebastian heard the news in the form of a rumor, and he didn't hesitate to run out of charms class and towards where he hoped you were.

"Mc! Oh Merlin, what did you do?" He didn't even greet you as he stormed into the cold room.

You winced, half because of the pain and half because you had hoped Seb wouldn't find out.

"Hello, Sebastian." You greeted without turning around. After all, you weren't sure you could keep from crying. Sebastian grabbed your shoulders and turned you to face him gently.

He simply shook his head in wonder as he took the ice pack and examined your head. "It looks bad."

"It's really not." Sebastian frowns at your dismissal. "Okay, well, either way, it needs to be healed. The hospital wing isn't a good idea, they'll just ask questions. I'll run and grab a wiggenweld...no, I should stay with you. Anne taught me a healing charm a few years ago, I can attempt it if you would like."

"Sebastian."

"On second thought, I shouldn't try an unknown charm on you. Is it more of an aching pain or sharp pain? I have some herbs in my bag and-"

"Sebastian." He looks up at you fiercely. Around anyone else he hides his emotions, but around you it seems they flow right from his sleeve. Is he shaking? He is, you decide, but because it's cold. At least that's better than admitting he is shaking because of the fear you caused him.

"I'm alright."

"No, you're not. Look at this lump! How did you even get it?" the uncomfortable silence told both of you that he didn't really want to know.

"It will heal Sebastian."

"You didn't answer my question."

"It doesn't matter."

"It does!" Sebastian stands up with his hands in his hair. "Merlin, it does! You do this every bloody week, go off on some quest and come back beat up. Why don't you ever ask somebody to go with you? Is it your pride? I bet it is."

Taken aback by his outburst, your eyes widen. "I just ran into an unexpected group of poachers, Sebastian I promise."

"I don't doubt it. You...you probably scouted them out, right? You're always looking for more ways to get into danger anyways. You don't trust me. That's why you don't ask me to go with you. Either you don't trust me, or you're lying." He paces a small portion of the room.

"I do trust you, Seb. I just want to protect you."

"Is that what you call it? Lying to me about where you're going and then hurting yourself?" He turns to face you and steps closer. "Let me tell you something. You're going to die out there. A slow, painful death because you're too fucking stubborn too ask for help." When you don't budge, he narrows his eyes. "Will anyone grieve? We will miss you, but we all would know it was coming. Every one of us would know, I promise. And as much as we would miss you, we wouldn't have to worry about you anymore."

Silence.

"Fuck you."

And then, you're off. A blur of tears, are you shaking? You are. No sounds but the thumping of your feet on the corridors. Your head hurts.

You couldn't comprehend what Sebastian had said, it was too painful. A fog filtered through your mind and you didn't stop to think somebody might have seen you running. Everything inside hurt.

If you were gone, it would be a burden off of everyone's back. That's what he said. It hurt so bad you clutched at your chest.

In the dungeons, you couldn't run anymore. So you collapsed into the nearest wall in a mess of sobs. Of course, he was right. Of course he was. Had he ever been wrong?

And it's three days (or really, an hour) until Sebastian comes and finds you. He has tears running down his face too.

"Mc!"

"Fuck off."

You might agree with him, but you don't want to see him. He sits down opposite of you, and he's still shaking.

"I shouldn't have said that."

Silence.

"I didn't mean it."

Silence.

"I swear, MC, I was just worried and-"

He stops when you turn to face him. "Sebastian. Shut up." The harsh words shock him. "You were right."

"No!" Those eyes you love so much widen. "I wasn't, don't say that! Mc, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me, let alone Hogwarts. I would- no, the world would be devastated to lose you. All you were trying to do was protect us and the innocent creatures. I was terrified something happened to you, and took it out in the worst way possible. I am beyond sorry, my love."

You frown as you took in his face. Wide brown eyes, messy hair from sprinting towards you, swollen eyebags and a red neck from the near hyperventilating breaths he had been taking.

"I'm sorry too." He smiles and holds a hand out halfway too you. An invitation, maybe. "You don't need to be. How about this? I'll work on taking my anger out, and we can come up with a way for you to tell me if you're about to, you know, jump into a poacher ring."

"Sounds like a plan." You shake his hand.

Ominis

Yet again, the two of you were arguing.

It all had started a few days earlier with a letter from Ominis's parents. They had found a wife for him, a distant cousin capable of legilimency. With her powers and his Parseltoungue, they could make the ultimate heirs of Slytherin.

You wished that Ominis was able to forget things. He never had been, and never would be, but it would make your life easier. Instead, he fixated on a story his older brother had told him of one of their second cousins. Albert was his name. And he had refused to marry the bride his parents picked out. He was forced to marry her with a blade to his sisters throat and a noose around his beloved's neck.

It was probably just a tale, you told him. Maybe it was, but Ominis could never take the risk. You had spent the last few days trying to get into his head, but he prevailed. The attempts had ended in pure passive agression.

All he wanted was too keep you safe from his family, but all you had waned was him.

Here you sat, on the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night. An odd place to be sure, but it was secluded. And you could put as much distance between the two of you as you wanted.

"Are you even going to try and fight for us, Ominis?"

"try? I've been trying! I've done everything but refuse, and if I do it will kill you."

"You don't know that!"

"MC, it's not that easy. I love you too much to-"

"Love me so much you're willing to marry someone else and write me off? How is this fair to me?"

"It's not, and it's not fair to me either. But I don't have a choice." You glared at him as he swept a hand through his hair.

"like hell you dont!" You snarl. "Run away with me."

"MC, you know we can't do that. They'll find us." His look of pure heartbreak would have hurt if you weren't pissed off. "MC..."

"I don't want to talk about this right now. I don't want to talk right now." He frowned at your words. "this isn't easy for me either, MC,"

"I didn't say it was."

"Are you even trying to listen to me? Do you EVER listen to me?" Ominis runs an angry hand through his hair. "Do you listen to me MC, or do you ever listen to anybody?"

"Oh really, Ominis?" you stand. "you want to go there?"

"I swear, MC, you only care about yourself." You raised an eyebrow. "And that's why I saved hogwarts, and your ass right?"

"Just leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you."

"You don't mean that."

"Oh, but I do. I never loved you."

Logically, you knew he was under a lot of stress and trying to protect his own feelings. But emotionally, it hit you like a bullet to the chest. You take a deep breath and turn to walk away.

"You're going to run away now?"

You started running. And didn't stop until you got to the Undercroft. Sure, he could find you there, but it was far, far away from the pitch and that's all you wanted in the moment. You crumbled against the wall and cried. How could he ever say that? It kept playing in your mind, over and over.

Tears kept coming, then they came some more, and eventually you fell asleep. It was exhausting to cry, after all. And when you woke up, there was something in your hair.

A hand.

Ominis was sitting next to you, running a hand through your hair, his face pale and blank. You had never seen his eyes so devoid of emotion. Instinctively, you curled up to him, but when you remembered what he said, you jumped away.

He looked down at you with sad, sad eyes. "I'm not even going to try to apologize. I don't deserve to be forgiven. Just, please don't make this more painful than it has to be. I know you never want to talk to me again. I just wanted to say goodbye."

"Fuck off." You groaned, scotting away from him. "I don't want to speak to you."

"I know. I just wanted to apologize before leaving." He sighed, raking a hand through his unusually messy hair. "I didn't mean what I said. I love you more than I could ever put into words. I am nothing without you. I have only ever wanted to protect you, and if that means having to say goodbye, so be it."

You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head. "You, Ominis, are an Idiot. I want you. I don't want you to say goodbye to protect me. All I want is for you to fight for me. I'm not mad about you saying you didn't love me. I was, but I know you didn't mean it. I am, however, furious that you aren't giving me a chance to fight for you, and that you aren't fighting for me."

"I want too. I will send an Owl to my parents first thing in the morning to tell them I won't marry her. That they can either cast me from the family or accept it, but it's what's going to happen."

You look up at him, wide eyed at his willingness to fight for your love.

"Really?" You ask and hate that you sound rather like a small child.

"Really." He wiped your tears with his thumbs and smiled gently. "I know you aren't ready to forgive me yet, but I'm here and I'm not leaving."

[matchavellichor]

AAAANNNNND another one:

Omi begs MC to let him help her whenever she goes out to slay poachers, ect. She never wanted him to get hurt, so she has always said no. After Omi starts giving her the could shoulder over it, she can't take it anymore, and she allows him to come along.

They bit off more than they could chew, however, and the last living poacher casts Imperio on MC and commands her to kill Ominis. (Poacher's injuries are too great to do anything else. Also just wants to make her suffer by forcing her to slay her friend)

She tries to summon the will to fight it, but it's not working, despite Ominis yelling at her, trying to snap her out of it. She disarms Omi and starts walking towards him. Nothing works until he pulls her into a kiss. It jars her enough that she breaks free from it and kills the poacher C:

bada-bing bada-boom. Happy ending <3

A/N: Finally getting through more asks, sorry for the delay 🥴 This was such a cute idea, ty for the request!! 💕

Kisses Against the Dark Arts

f!MC x Ominis Gaunt - Fluff - 2k words

Tags: Minor Descriptions of Violence, Use of Imperius, Crime Fighting Besties, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Banter

Summary: After dismantling a poacher camp goes astray, Ominis resorts to more unconventional means to free his friend from a dark curse.

“Are we almost there?”

“That’s the eighth time in the last half hour,” she huffs. “Ask me one more time and I’ll leave you to the Dugbogs.”

“Oh, excuse me for being concerned,” Ominis raises his hands defensively. “We’re already breaking curfew, we really shouldn’t stay out too long.”

She turns to blink at him. “You’re tagging along to destroy poacher camps with me and your concern is that we’re…breaking curfew.”

“Well, yes, it’s a perfectly valid concern,” he scoffs, as if it’s obvious. “Besides, I have a reputation to keep if I want to be made prefect next year.”

She shakes her head, incredulous. “I hate to burst your bubble, Ominis, but I think your reputation’s been sullied enough just by spending time with Sebastian.”

“Actually, I think it’s the contrary,” he retorts, looking smug. “I’m hoping that if Headmaster Black sees that I can successfully rally in the likes of Sebastian, he’ll consider me apt for the position.”

She considers this reasoning for a moment, before turning him with furrowed brows. “Didn’t he unleash a horde of inferi near the outskirts of Hogsmeade just last week? Is that what you call rallying in?”

Ominis looks unfazed, shrugging. “You win some, you lose some. I pick my battles.”

“Well, uh—now would be a good time to pick your battle,” she murmurs as she suddenly gets into a defensive position, wand arm outstretched in front of her. “We’ve got company, twelve o’ clock.”

“Why do you say these things as if I’ll know what you mean—” Ominis interrupts himself with a shriek as a spell just barely misses his head. 

She swiftly casts a few counterattacks while she ducks behind splintered logs and trees, shouting, “Up ahead, Ominis—I mean up ahead! Was the hurtling bombarda enough to solidify your sense of direction?”

Ominis narrowly avoids another incoming hex, a diffindo this time, rolling for cover into some underbrush. “Yes, thank you dearly for your help—you wouldn’t believe the wonders that near-decapitation will do for your spatial awareness!”

She sends a pillar of wooden crates careening through the air towards a trio of poachers, successfully burying them under layers of debris.

Ominis winces from behind her at the very audible sound of bones breaking. “Must you be so violent?”

An archer catches them off-guard from a surrounding tower and Ominis promptly sends a confringo in his direction, toppling the wizard from his perch in a fireball of flames.

“I hate to be that person, but I think that was arguably a bit more violent,” she murmurs, looking increasingly amused.

“Oh, quiet,” he scolds. “Minor lapse in judgment in the heat of the moment.” 

“Did Ominis Gaunt just make a pun?” she shouts over a chain of stupefies and expelliarmus, amusement and incredulity seeping through her tone.

He rolls his eyes. “It was not a pun, that would be terribly inappropriate.”

Even with a fair amount of banter to slow them down, working together they manage to eviscerate every last poacher with ease, and in record time. They free all of the captured animals with a few alohomoras, and she watches with satisfaction as they prance gratefully back into the forest.

Wiping off the soot on her cheeks from an awry confringo, she walks over to check up on Ominis leaning against a large oak tree, trying to catch his breath, doubled over with his hands on his knees. 

“That was…”

“Surprisingly smooth, right?” she beams. “I have to admit, I’m impressed. I thought I’d be casting a few limb reattachment spells by now, but you actually held your own.”

Ominis looks visibly unamused. “Well, you’re going to be casting a scourgify pretty soon…Gods, I’m going to be sick. Is it normal to smell so heavily of charred flesh?”

“All in a day’s work, my friend,” she pats his back a bit too harshly and he dry heaves over the grass. “Though, to be fair, I wasn’t the one going crazy on the fire spells.”

“They’re effective!”

“Effective at making human barbecue, sure,” she snorts.

He groans. “Dear Salazar, let’s just get out of here before I lose my dinner.”

She finally concedes, picking up her rucksack and slinging it over her shoulder when a jet of white light hits her from behind, nearly toppling her over from the full force of the spell that hits her square in the back.

All Ominis can hear is the Imperius incantation sounding in his ears from behind them, and a satisfied snicker from a lone surviving poacher, more than pleased that he hit his mark.

Ominis scrambles for his wand tucked away in his pocket, but the panic coursing through his veins at his friend being struck makes his reflexes unsteady. An expelliarmus knocks his wand out his hand before he can even properly point it towards the aggressor.

“Oh, this should be fun,” a grating voice shouts, and Ominis’ head darts towards the direction of the dark wizard. “Teach you meddling little shits not to poke your snout ‘round where it don’t belong.” 

The wizard directs his attention to where she’s still standing frozen in place, staring blankly ahead, her pupils a hazy white. A cruel sneer stretches across his mouth and he nods his head towards Ominis. “Kill him.” 

She charges for Ominis immediately, forcing the blonde to stumble back, toppling over a tree stump. She looms over him, wand arm outstretched and emotionless eyes staring down at him, before the wizard tsks disapprovingly from behind.

“Stop, stop. Use your hands,” he sighs, almost bored. “I think killing your friend warrants a bit more intimacy, no?” The evil cackle that rises from his throat is enough to make dread shiver down Ominis’ spine. 

Obediently, she discards her wind beside her, landing somewhere out of reach on the grassy field. She lunges for him, pinning him down with her body on his, fingers scrambling to wrap around his throat.

She’s smaller than him, but hours of training in the Undercroft has grown her strength significantly. Ominis finds it a genuine struggle to hold her hands away, her nails digging long, red lines down his arms as she thrashed.

“F-finite incantatem! Finite—oh, dear Merlin,” he attempts to no avail, voice frantic, her name tumbling from his lips in a litany of pleas to get her to snap out of the trance. “It’s me, it’s me, you can break the spell, just concentrate!”

“Uh oh, I don’t think she can hear you.” The poacher sits on a fallen tree trunk watching the entire ordeal, arms crossed lazily over his chest, a sadistic grin pulled at his lips.

Ominis ignores the taunting, using more force against her, collecting both of her hands in one of his while she still claws and writhes above him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Genuine remorse bleeds through Ominis’ voice as he scrambles to push her off him, flipping them over and pinning her wrists to the ground underneath him. “Please.”

The poacher frowns at the sudden change in position, unpleased. “Use the dagger holstered on your hip,” he directs with his wand outstretched to ensure the full-force of the command. “‘Bout time things got more interesting.” 

She unsheathes the dagger in one swift movement, blade pressed against the pale expanse of Ominis’ throat, teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

It’s momentary, fleeting, but just then something flashes in her eyes. A brief flicker in the trance, the slightest stutter in her hand, color seeping through the milky haze of her irises. It’s gone as quickly as it comes, but proves useful anyways. 

Ominis capitalizes on this hesitation to wrap his hand around her wrist and keep her from applying too much pressure. A bead of blood runs down the long length of goblin-wrought steel, Ominis’ throat bobbing against the cold press as he swallows nervously. He winces when she tries to dig the dagger in more, cutting into unmarked skin.

“It’s me, hey, hey, just listen,” he tries to keep his voice steady, calming, but it wavers, his nerves an utter mess. “Your magic’s stronger than his. You can break it. Focus on my voice.”

“Oh, sure, that’ll work.” The poacher snorts, clearly entertained. “Maybe you should kiss her, lover boy, she might just be repulsed enough to snap out of it!” He doubles over laughing and Ominis grits his teeth in frustration. 

The suggestion doesn’t fall on deaf ears, however. 

Maybe he can blame the decision later on sheer desperation, a last ditch-effort to save his skin, pure adrenaline in the moment. Although, he would be lying if he said that was the sole motivation. He surges forward on instinct, lips crashing into hers, maintaining one hand in a vice-like grip around her wrist and the other cupping her cheek so she can’t squirm away from his mouth.

She freezes, eyes blowing wide, lips unmoving against his. The poacher is just as petrified beside them, in shock that Ominis had the gall to actually do it.

Just when he thinks his attempt was unsuccessful, the hand she has wrapped around the dagger goes slack, losing all pressure against his skin. She lets it fall to the grass beside them, blade discarded, before she’s bringing it back up to cup his cheek and pull him in for more.

Ominis feels his entire world tilt, his face heating, his brain too dizzy to procure a single coherent thought. It really is a terrible circumstance to have a world-shattering kiss. 

Thankfully, she’s somehow able to maintain better mental faculties. She outstretches a hand, fingers splayed open, casting a wordless accio for her wand dropped a few meters away from them.

The poacher is staring at them, mouth gaped like a fish, which is exactly how he remains when she sends a petrificus hurtling in his direction, another exhibition of impeccable wordless magic—because she absolutely refuses to remove her lips from his. 

He can feel her smug smirk when it hits the wizard square in the chest, toppling him over like a bag of bricks. He would’ve called her a show-off, if he had even the remotest capacity for words at the moment.

When she finally pulls away, his chest is heaving, a red flush creeping over his skin from under his oxford, over his neck and cheeks. She’s breathless when she finally finds her words, bottom lip pulled between her teeth. “That’s…certainly one way to break an Imperius.” 

He lets out an awkward laugh before sheepishly helping her up off the ground, dusting remnants of leaves and dirt off her clothes. He clears his throat, trying to feign an air of indifferent composure. “Are you alright?”

She glances at him sidelong, amused by just how affected he looks. “Not sure,” she smirks. “Might want to kiss me again, just to get rid of any traces of the curse. After all, you can never be too caref—mmph!”

While her intentions were just to tease, she can’t deny the thrill that courses through her when he actually wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. Her gasp dies on his lips as he presses his mouth to hers, her fingers curling into his shirt for support when her knees seem on the brink of buckling.

He kisses her hungrily, passionately, as if he wants there to remain no blurred lines between his intentions in kissing her, if the last one has left any room for doubt. This time, she feels her world tilt on its axis, her only grounding point being the protective confines of Ominis’ arms, his solid body pressed against hers.

She realizes she could spend hours like this, and she wonders why for two fearless, poacher-fighting mercenaries, neither of them had mustered the courage to do so sooner. 

“Better?” he finally pulls away, the ghost of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips, coated in smug satisfaction to rival even her own.

“I don’t know,” she grins, bringing her arms up to lock behind his neck. “Maybe we should be really, really sure.” 

[osamusbigtits]

a text from kiyoomi saying "Get home now." is always a little terrifying for atsumu, the few times it's happened. things have ranged petty disputes to kiyoomi crying.

but the last thing atsumu expected to see in his apartment is osamu asleep on his couch, curled up with atsumu's golden retriever, pochi.

atsumu glances at kiyoomi, who's standing in the kitchen with a deep frown.

"he's been asleep since I got here. which is when i texted you," kiyoomi answers atsumu's unasked question.

atsumu frowns to himself and rechecks his messages to see if he missed something from osamu. osamu shows up unannounced all the time, but only when he knows atsumu is home. and if osamu just wants to cuddle and play with pochi, he tells atsumu.

pochi looks up from her spot on the couch and wags her tail when she sees atsumu. the movement wakes osamu. pochi jumps off the couch, stretching before she runs to jump on atsumu.

atsumu scratches her ears but keeps his eyes on osamu. out of the corner of his eye, he notices kiyoomi leave the kitchen and go to their room.

"go get, dad," atsumu says to pochi, using the baby voice he loves to use with her. her tail wags. "yeah, go get omi. he wants to love you up." pochi jumps around a couple times before curling back up with osamu.

atsumu makes his way over and sits on the couch chair across from the couch.

"what's up?" atsumu asks.

osamu looks away. it's then that atsumu notices osamu's red, puffy face. "rin and I got in a fight," he says and scratches pochi's back. "he didn't," osamu pauses, clearing his throat. atsumu sees the tears welling up. "he said he didn't want look at me so I left." his voice cracks on the last word.

atsumu would normally hug his brother, but it looks like his dog has it handled. so, atsumu goes to the next step. "have you eaten?" he asks, already standing up.

"not hungry."

"sure you are," atsumu says and makes his way to the kitchen. "we'll eat. then we can talk about what happened. and then I'll kick rin's ass if he's in the wrong or I'll kick yours."

osamu watches atsumu, the tension melting from him just a little bit. "tell sakusa I'm sorry for showing up unannounced," osamu says softly.

"he knows," atsumu replies. he'll still relay the message when he brings some food to kiyoomi. his focus is on his brother for the moment.

[tsumumiyaas]

AN EXCEPTION • SAKUSA KIYOOMI

CHAPTER ONE

To make it perfectly clear, Kiyoomi can never understand why Atsumu never date someone he actually likes, he always has his arms wrapped around a new model or singer or influencer or in this case an idol. An idol of a survival show that eliminates their participants until there’s a top 11 candidates to be part of an idol group and of course miya atsumu is dating the number one.

“she’s a perfect little thing ain’t she?” Atsumu says showing a picture of his girlfriend.

“three months” kiyoomi says only taking a glance at atsumu’s phone.

The rest of the meal continues with atsumu sulking over kiyoomi’s blunt response, but who could blame him, he only said the truth. “we’re gonna last long i’ll tell you that, she is actually so interesting” atsumu says still on the love bombing phase of the relationship “whats her favorite color?” Kiyoomi asks not wanting to indulge atsumu’s ‘romantic’ talk even further “does it really matter?” Atsumu says a little bit tipsy from his beer.

while listening to atsumu’s incoherent babbling, kiyoomi cant wait to go home. He wants to go home to his long time girlfriend, his perfect, sweet and gentle girlfriend, who doesn’t need him 24/7, never demands more than he could give, his picture perfect girlfriend that he will marry one day. She’s very low maintenance and spends her day in the hospital as a doctor whose undergoing her residency, life couldn’t get better for him.

when atsumu’s girlfriend comes over to the bar and decides to do some freaky shit with atsumu in the bar bathroom thats when Kiyoomi decides to leave. he enters his apartment seeing how neat and organized everything is, this is exactly how he wants to live his life. “Kiyoomi, im gonna be away for a few days for next week” his girlfriend of 3 years says to him

“again?”

“yup, look um we need to talk”

Kiyoomi’s ear perked up because of that sentence, “about what?” He says while taking off his jacket. She takes a deep breath before letting out “i think we’re both unhappy.”

“huh?”

“im unhappy.”

Kiyoomi stands there looking at the woman he loves, his favorite person, she’s everything he ever wants and need, he grips the coat rack beside him so that he doesn’t goes on his knees and beg for her to stay. “I think about it alot and i think sometimes away will benefits us”

“What? no, baby, what are you talking about we’re fine”

kiyoomi sees the bags behind her then something just dawned on him, she has already made up her mine, she’s leaving for good “how long have you been plan ing this?” Kiyoomi chuckles “one day you just pack up your things and what? Just leave? Three years, three fucking years and you’re out the door just like that?”

“i am alone in this relationship, you were just never here and its sickening omi, its sickening”

Those words are the last thing he hears before his brain just tune the fuck out of everything. The love of his life just left him and now, three weeks later he’s accompanying atsumu to his girlfriend graduation party as an idol, he doesn’t understand the concept of this whole idol group formed by a survival show thing, he doesn’t care either.

Atsumu just invited him so that he could fuck his girlfriend in the bathroom without anyone noticing, in other words, he was brought in as a distraction. In this room full of producers, managers and top 10 idols he still doesnt know what he should do or say. But one thing for sure he knows that these people, these idols are not his type. His type is the quiet type, the hard working girls who has something to do other than be his girlfriend.

As the night progressed he can feel himself missing his ex more and more, no one else can be more of his type than his ex. Then he sees you, the girl who is competing her fellow idols on stacking cups together as a party trick, you’re not his type, not at all. But for once, he’s planning to make an exception.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

random ramblings from Omie

Random things I'm learning about warhammer from my doom server, tumblr, videos and a certain someone [ @thespiritofcliffhangers ] this is not in any set order and heavily influenced by said DOOM stuff and a cowriting thing cross over with Ark Survival <.< @noris-stoneward you might like this too

"The Emperor of Mankind" -Dude is apparently Alexander the Great, and thus also now Alejandro -This [not really] man needs a Chancla to the head, repeatedly. -Also needed to be beaten by an Atomic Chancla (powered by the Wrath-Of-A-1000-Grandmas-Of-Different-Cultures), at many different points in his long ass life. -needs a personal mental heath team [hospital] -Slayer will possibly either A) sex him. or B) climb Alejandro like a ladder to headbutt him and steal all his things. Likely both. Either way, will steal his things.

It doesn't matter how short the Slayer is compared to most things in this world. He will be kidnapping several of the Primarchs. Those are his new adopted sons not yours Emperor/Alejandro. They have little sisters to meet -Child support demands may come right away or in a few years. -Slayer will likely show up randomly when lost, and steal something shiny.

Vulkan: -Is Big Man -is dragon? Might be a real dragon as well as Big Man. Probably both. -Was apparently 15 feet tall, might be 20 after a long time??? -soft Giant/Tiny full theme -is warm and toasty, might not ever be able to resist Uppies Demands from anyone at any age -Is missing. Possibly has two dozen wives, at different stages of life from new wife [legal and mentally healthy first] to great grandma and likely spends quality time with them all. -Likely repopulating a planet with said two dozen wives if tumblr is to be believed -Hasn't forgotten his adopted sons and is sending them presents with his armor? -Heather might give Giant Big Dragon Man that is immortal a heart attack by cute overload -He would try to steal Heather, but she is adopted by DoomDad and would bring his existence to Slayer's attention -Slayer would defiantly kidnap adopt him at any stage of Vulkan's life. You are his son now, welcome to the Fortress- ...oh he has his own big ship. neat -Bastet the Wraith would like him. Vulkan might live with Drug Grandma Wraith instead of in the Fortress of Doom. There's more head room and neat things. Also can move all his kids in.

There's someone called Cruse... Cruze? He is likely dead or about to be dead by way of the Atomic Chancla (powered by the Wrath-Of-A-1000-Grandmas-Of-Different-Cultures)

There's also Horus -He is also dead. might have been hit on accident by the Atomic Chancla (powered by the Wrath-Of-A-1000-Grandmas-Of-Different-Cultures) -He was the Baby of the family and failed. Shame on you Alejandro -This man needed a mom with reason around -Also needed tiny wife, that was not afraid to use her own Chancla. or drag him by an ear, no matter the size difference.

A lot of these all powerful demigod men needed a mom. Or a few Big Sisters that could supplex them into behaving. -Apparently there's a 10 woman custodies that will break everyone in half and half the fandom is whining about it in a bad way. the other half wants to be broken by her. they will all equally likely faint if seeing her

Roboute Gillimon -This man needs to retire to an Ark. -Where the fuck is his brothers to take custody of their sons?! Will find an interdimensional lawyer just to demand child support -if he doesn't walk away and go do that retirement. Ideally in a new body. -Did in fact, have a mom. Likely what saved in sanity for so long -Likely was only hit by a choncla once, and it emotionally damaged him so much to disappoint mom he never needed a bonk again. -This giant man might not care being dragged away by the ankle by the Slayer if it means he can get away from the cult his people and sons turned into. -Will be fought over by Slayer and Wraiths of who will adopt him. -The Wraith mother Gaia will likely nest on him while the others are fighting over him. -Might be willing to stay in the DOOM world if the Wraiths fix his soul and chronic nerve damage from the hells. -He knows epic paperwork skills and would like to help normal people --also he in the Arks in a crossover will yeet his sons even in a new and smaller body. -also needs a tiny wife to keep him from passing out in paper work -Likes head rubs and real food. will purr when happy -Might pass out if he ever gets a back massage that he can feel

Oh, Salamanders are not salamanders but Dragons. Vulkan's sons, most likely will have their full custody taken over by Bastet the Wraith. They might need some culture classes to get along with the Argenta. -it'll just be really weird because she's a Wraith and gives off cold/cool. --some might like that feeling of getting the equivalent of AC -Salamanders might not handle Phantoms from the Doom world -If the Slayer found them before finding Vulkan, he's new short dad. Slayer can in fact, set everything around him on fire by being that pissed off. -also mutual bonding of green -Some Salamanders if approved of by Doomdad get to live on the Fortress of Doom. Get to be big dragons purring at the Flowers -Gecko was adopted and is still very lost but likes living with the Argenta and humans. even if he can't remember much after somehow surviving crossing the Void between those worlds.

Chaos Gods of the Warp place -Bunch of dicks -They are, in fact, and may not know it themselves food -Slayer, Davath and the Wraiths can eat them -Wraiths are very territorial over their areas, and even thought they are basically 'vegetarian' gods of creation, they will stop feeding on radiation to go full movie piranha on any Warp Thing and God that makes the mistake of crossing that territory line. -The Slayer is not, at all, a vegetarian god. He will go the long way around [because he got lost if on his own] and just appear behind them and rip that warp god apart and eat. -Davoth, who both made the Slayer as an heir, also, is not a vegetarian god. even if he's a creation god he sort of turn predatory. He's also older than everything almost and would be disgusted with Warp gods and would hunt them down. -Davoth might be the big scarry thing keeping their focus at first so his son, Slayer can ambush them. Gotta keep the Slayer entertain and get some quality enrichment for the younger god of death and war.

Davoth might ALMOST kill and strip the slenesh god of power and leave something left to TRY and give to the Slayer's adopted kids to play with. like a big cat bringing an near dead thing to babies to trigger hunting reflex. but would be stopped by Bastet and Vega, grumble and then give it/her to the Slayer as a crunchy.

Nurgel might be a heavily warped [pfft], corrupted, and altered former wraith?? -if he was, i can only see once the Wraiths find out about him all the chaos -There would be at least three dozen angry Wraiths burning/purging/purifying nurgel's realm. -Bastet and Gaia both would be personally using wraith fire/power to chase nurgal around, yelling and scolding for falling so far. -Nurgal has a forced wife??? -Said wife will sell all his state secrets for a proper disinfecting bath???

Khorn is a also a war god. he might be the smartest to look at the Slayer ripping his way bare handed through the warp and go 'nope' -May or may not take favorite things tied to him with him -Might also yeet said favorite things at the Slayer to distract -will likely run into Davoth running from the slayer.

There's also a bird chaos god?? that might be chicken wings if he didn't get away first

and there's a bird man primarch! -is a raven crossed with a crow -is living as a giant bird monster man now harassing a brother with all the vengeful spirits of corvids of all dementions. -Needs to be choncla-ed to get his attention, then mom guilted to go say hi to his good brother -Will be guilted the hell out of by Roboute and reminded he has sons

OH!

There's a wolf man giant too. Russ, if tumblr is to be believed he's running around absolutely barebutt nakkid, lost and could pop out in any time or place. -Roboute will, in fact, with full enthusiasm, kick his brother in the exposed nuts to stop Russ in his tracks. and drag him off to personally drown his brother in a bath. -50/50 chance of being lectured or Roboute borrowing the Atomic Chancla (powered by the Wrath-Of-A-1000-Grandmas-Of-Different-Cultures) -Is possibly drunk off his rocker by eating questionable demons and drinking poison? -is normally big bad wolf man and had been [one of] Alejandro's executioner. -might be a good girl dad though if tumblr is right? -will get hit with a broom a lot, thinks its funny

I think Roboute just needs the Atomic Chancla (powered by the Wrath-Of-A-1000-Grandmas-Of-Different-Cultures) on a perinate basis in general. As well as free rein to use it on Everyone and Everything around him.

[added, apparently Titus needs a smol husband AND tiny wife at the same time o,o]

[causenessus]

love notes

part 0.12. SUPPORT SMALL BUSINESSES DAY

"trace me onto you."

from title fight, left in saitozaki, fukuoka

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extras <3

INKED AND MY BISQUE BEAU REFERENCES!!! DEFINITELY PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THESE FICS THEY ARE AMAZING <3 (thank u to @eggyrocks and @wyrcan <33)

AND THANK U AGAIN TO EGGY FOR THEIR AWESOME PLAYLIST <33 LET'S GO TITLE FIGHT

atsumu acted so offended when y/n immediately tagged him saying kiyoko was off limits but he was definitely thinking about asking for her phone number...but that's bc he's an idiot

when suna saw y/n's tweets about buying her coffee he texted osamu like "hey what if u dropped off coffee for y/n and ur girlfriend. i'll pay"

osamu is trying his hardest to maintain that they are NOT dating (yet) but he's secretly getting giddy everytime someone calls mbb y/n his girlfriend (SORRY LMAOOO FOR ANYONE WHO HASN'T READ MBB THIS IS PROBABLY CONFUSING THAT JUST MEANS U SHOULD GO READ IT!!!)

he also (pretending to complain about it) agreed to drop off coffee but he's a gentleman and paid for mbb y/n's coffee and suna paid for (love notes) y/n's coffee <3

double dates between the two in the future?? both pairs are so cute 👀

WAIT AND TRIPLE DATE WITH KIYOKO AND INKED Y/N??? hold on i'm cooking

suna and y/n are both fighting for their lives trying to remain casual but they are literally the FARTHEST THING from acting casual

gonna reinforce this again but literally all the art suna sends y/n is actually stuff he's put up with her in mind <3

and suna got too nervous to say anything about how he feels to y/n because the timing just didn't feel right and then she was like "oh i forget we haven't been BEST FRIENDS forever"

he was biting his fist and going thru the five stages of grief trying to interpret the deeper meanings of that text

and atsumu was not sleeping yet while suna was texting y/n (and technically he did not giggle, it was just like little huffs of laughter whenever she said something cute, yk?)

but they both shut off their phones and immediately went to bed after seeing omi's reply they were literally laying in the dark terrified they were going to hear footsteps and banging on their door

i love including my own experiences in my writing (yes i was forced to learn relative tuning before ANYTHING else in a guitar class and then my high e string broke and attacked me </3)

and!! actually the picture suna uses on his twitter (the "i miss you) is a picture i took in new york <3 if u were wondering why it looks so ugly

and an extra note to provide more context for next chapter!! this away game is the last one before winter break <3 y/n mentioned the holidays in her earthen kiln post because next chapter will be about winter break just so everything is clear <3

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[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

"Savor the moment, young warrior. This is what it's all about."

Omi's master is missing in another realm, and his friends are all actively being tickle tortured, and have been for who-knows-how-long, so they can't get any proper breaths. This is a dire situation. And Omi is very serious about saving his friends. He's furious it's come to this.

And he conducts himself like such, at first.

But halfway through the fight, Omi gets this huge grin on his face and this glint in his eyes, because he's getting to go all out and fight alongside someone who's just as passionate a martial artist as he is.

And as dire and serious the situation is, Omi can't hold back the pure excitement and thrill of that.

Like Chase said, Omi can't help but savor the moment and relish in the action.

These are combination moves he rarely gets the chance to use, and this is a level of letting loose and violence that Omi absolutely thrives in. Deep down, as proper and sagely as he tries to be, he is a blood knight who loves to fight.

The glimpses we get of him having this pure, unadulterated fun fighting with Chase were interesting.

Especially since, once the fight is over, Omi quickly schools himself back to his more serious demeanor and reminds himself of the situation at hand.

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Precious Moments

Summary: Ominis uses Polyjuice to witness special moments with Sebasitan and f!MC 

Warmings: This fic is sweeter than anything Ominis could ever find at Honeydukes. Might even make you cry. 

Pairings: Nothing but the sweet love between Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis in this beauty 

A/N: I may have ugly cried while writing this and if you want to ugly cry too, here is the song that helped shape it 

Ominis felt around on the table, picked up the vial, and slipped it into his jacket pocket, it’s home everyday for the last month. She was due any day now and he wanted to be ready. 

He still wasn’t used to the awful smell he got a whiff of every morning when filling the vial, not to mention the lumpy texture, but it was worth it to see them, the two, soon to be three, loves of his life. 

He would never forget the first time he used the Polyjuice Potion. They had discovered the potion recipe in the spring of their seventh year, made a hasty plan for brewing it in the Undercroft, praying it would be ready before the end of the year. A week before graduation, MC had found him, told him it was time if he still wanted to do it. It had been a dizzying day. He felt more than a little awkward turning into his best friend, hearing his voice when he spoke, but one look in Sebastians eyes and he knew he would never want to transform into anyone else. He loved seeing the world through the eyes of the man he loved. Eyes that he got lost in, memorizing every detail, every speck of color, the way they stared back at him so lovingly.  

They had spent a few hours wandering the castle together before Sebastian and MC had willingly let him drag they back to the Undercroft, telling them the dizzying splendor of the outside world was nothing compared to the two of them. They spent hours indulging in each others bodies that night, Ominis keeping his eyes open for all of it, as difficult as they made it for him at times, drinking in the sight of their reactions to his touch, memorizing the looks of pleasure that accompanied the sounds they made as they came undone around him, some of his favorite sounds in the world. Far too soon for his liking the potion wore off, the last thing he saw, MCs and Sebastians naked bodies sprawled out next to him, their sleepy eyes gazing at him lovingly, seared into his mind forever. The moment he was himself again he wished he could do it all over, he would never get enough of them.

“There you are” MCs voice said softly “As fun as it was to be taken by two Sebastians at once, I missed your body, Omi.” 

The second time he had used the Polyjuice was their wedding day. After the small group of friends they’d invited had left, he pulled a small vial from his pocket. 

“Sebastian, love, will you allow me the honor of borrowing your eyes once more?”  

“Of course, darling.” Sebastian stepped forward, pulling a couple strands of hair from his head, carefully dropping them into the vial before leaning in to kiss his husband. 

“Wait, I want a kiss too!” MCs voice called out quickly as he raised the vial to his lips.

Laughing, he lowered the vial, pulling her into him. “Anything for you, Little Dove.” As she pulled away he drank the potion, the familiar sensation of transforming overtaking him.  

“I will never get used to that feeling.” Sebastians voice once again conveyed his thoughts. He stood still, eyes closed for a moment, preparing himself. This dose of Polyjuice was much smaller than the one he had taken years ago. Determined not to waste what little time he had he pushed his emotions aside, wiling the tears already welling in his eyes to hold out, he needed a clear first look at his spouses. 

Slowly opening his eyes, squinting against the setting sun, he took them in. They were mesmerizing, radiating a joy he could almost see without the potion. He reached out a hand for theirs, the sun glinting off their wedding bands as they clasped hands. The bands had been MCs idea, her inspiration the snake tattoos they’d given each other after graduation, three thin pieces of metal, one gold for her, one black for Sebastian, and one silver for him, woven together, forever inseparable. The theme continued on their clothing, MCs cream dress covered in pale gold snakes, Sebastians black silk vest covered in deep green snakes, his own silver vest covered in bright white snakes. 

“Come closer, loves, let me see the ways I’ve felt your bodies change over the years.”

The changes in Sebastian were more obvious, his face thinner, more angular, covered in short scruffy facial hair. He was taller now, even taller than Ominis, his shoulders broader, muscular arms straining against his rolled up sleeves as he threw an arm around MCs neck. 

His eyes moved to MCs figure, her beauty making him weak in the knees. 

“Oh, Little Dove, Sebastian has told me you’ve been getting more beautiful by the day, but his words have not done you justice.” A slight blush broke out on her cheeks. She had grown taller too, just enough to rest her forehead against his chin. Her soft hair, which he more often than not woke up entangled in, flowed down her back. 

“Did you see these, Omi?” Sebastian asked him as he let his hand fall causally onto her breast before giving it a squeeze, laughing at her reaction. “Hey, I’m your husband now MC, I can do that anytime I like.”

Ominis made quite a show of taking advantage of Sebastians taller form, slowly peeking down her dress at her breasts, now a fair bit larger than the last time he'd seen them, the soft mounds peeking out of the deep neckline of her dress.

“MC, are you not wearing anything under there?” he teased as he caught a quick flash of her bare nipples. “What about down here?” He hadn’t wanted things to get sexual before he was himself again, but he couldn't resist seeing her in something special, knowing she had picked it out just for him and Sebastian. He slid a hand up her thigh, and moaned as he felt the soft fabric covering her butt. 

Lace. His favorite. He removed his hand from her soft skin, grabbing for her hand.

“Darling, let’s go inside, I need to see what you chose to wear for your husbands tonight.” 

Chuckling as Sebastian growled out “Yessss, finnnnally” he lead them into their little cottage. The moment they cleared the threshold, he dropped to his knees, pushed up her dress and pressed his face into her thigh, the white lace soft against his nose. He pressed soft kisses against all the skin he could reach, getting so lost in her he almost forgot he was meant to be taking in the sight of her. He leaned back, spinning her around, hands immediately slipping under her panties, giving her ass a squeeze. 

Merlin’s beard she’s sexy. 

“Sebastian, wait, please.” He watched Sebastian pull his lips away from MCs neck with a moan, the hand he’d slid between her legs freezing in place. “I’m sorry my loves, I want this to continue, Merlin's beard do I want this to continue, but would you mind if we waited until I’m myself again?” 

“Of course not, Ominis, we’d much rather wait too” MC said, pulling him up to her face before fixing her dress. “We love being seen by you, but we love you for you even more.” She took his hands, pressing them to her chest. 

“How about you boys come dance with your wife?”

Sebastian stepped close, wrapping his arms around Ominis and MC. They spent twenty minutes holding each other close, laughing, and dancing before the Polyjuice potion wore off, Ominis’ eyes going black. The moment he was fully himself again, using his own voice, he said 

“My beautiful wife, my handsome husband, thank you for this. It’s been a absolute privilege to look upon you again.”  Pulling them each in for a deep kiss, he let the tears he had fought so hard against fall. Their hands pulled him to the sofa, and as they settled onto either side of him, their own tears of joy fell. 

Ominis was pulled back into the present as MC let out a loud groan followed by an odd splashing sound. 

“Ominis! I think it’s time!” Her voice was excited and panicked as he jumped off the sofa, internally freaking out. Why are you freaking out, we’ve gone over what to do dozens of times, pull yourself together Ominis! 

The next twenty minutes were a blur as he sent for Sebastian and prepared everything for the birth as he’d been instructed to by Mrs. Weasley, MCs not so quiet screaming making it hard to concentrate. A loud crack announced Sebastian's arrival, Ominis for once glad he had never perfected his landings, the noise bringing him great comfort today. 

Sebastian rushed through the door, almost breaking it down in his haste, followed closely by Mrs. Weasley, who was already telling MC what to do. Ominis had always liked her, she had always showed genuine love for them and support for their unconventional relationship, so when she reached out to offer her congratulations on their pregnancy and of course her help in any way should they need it, Ominis had written her back explaining his desire to use the Polyjuice potion the day their child was born. Mrs. Weasley, she later told him, had cried upon reading his letter, and written back instantly, insisting on helping MC deliver the baby. Over the next six months they made a plan for a home birth, Mrs. Weasley confident in her skills to assist, she had, after all, given birth to all of her children at home and helped three grandchildren into the world at this point in her life. As they quickly became close friends, exchanging letters and visiting each other many times, Ominis could think of no one better to help deliver his child.  

“Alright, sweetheart, lets get you on the bed. Ominis, you still plan on taking your potion, yes? Alright, then Sebastian why don't you sit behind MC, let her rest her back against you, there you go, that's perfect. Ominis come sit here next to them, I’ll let you know when to take the potion, okay? Don’t want to take it too soon in case the little one wants to take its time coming out. Oh, and boys, you may want to leave your hands out of her reach, Mr. Weasley ended up with a broken thumb when our oldest was born. He’s never let me live it down. Alright, now we wait.”

Wait they did, every second of it killing Ominis. He discovered Mrs. Weasley had been right about where he put his hands, them automatically going to MCs thigh during her first contraction, only for them both to end up screaming in pain. He moved closer to Sebastian, his arms around both of their shoulders, out of danger. Every once in a while Mrs. Weasley would check something, he had no idea what, but whatever it was still wasn’t ready. He could feel Sebastian sweating through his shirt, probably from MC digging her nails into his leg every few minutes, could hear him kissing her forehead, telling her she was doing great, and looked more beautiful to him than she ever had.

By the time whatever Mrs. Weasley was checking on was ready Ominis was a nervous wreck, MCs screams setting him on edge. Should it be taking this long? What if something was wrong?   

“Alright, dear, it’s time to start pushing. Don’t worry, your body knows what to do, just push when it tells you to.”

The screams that emanated from MC from that point on made Ominis so worried he had to stand up and pace next to the bed. After what felt like a lifetime, Mrs. Weasley told him it was time to take the Polyjuice. He pulled the vial from his jacket, downed the awful liquid, and doubled over from the transformation. Not sparing his eyes a second to adjust this time, he threw his head up, eyes opening wide as he heard the first cry of life from his child. 

“Oh, it’s a boy!” Mrs. Weasley cried cheerfully. Looking up at the second Sebastian now in the room, a startled sound coming from her lips, she smiled. “Ominis would you like to hand him over to Mom?”

“Y-yes, I-I think I would.”

Taking the cloth wrapped bundle from her, a laugh strangled with emotion coming from him, he stared down at his son. Tiny whisp of brown hair topped his head, blue eyes stared back at him, one tiny hand already wiggling free from the blanket, reaching for him. 

Ominis slowly sat down on the bed, gently cradling the baby in his arms as his spouses leaned over his shoulder to peek at their son. He knew he should pass the boy to MC, should check to be sure she was alright, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away from his son. His son! Only when he heard soft sobs behind him, felt Sebastians body shaking could he tear his gaze away. 

His eyes fell upon MC first. Sebastian was right, she had never been more beautiful than in this moment, sweat covered, disheveled, exhausted, and eyes full of tears, she was breathtaking. He gently shifted the baby into her waiting arms, taking her into his own arms as best he could. He pushed a piece of her damp hair off her forehead, covering the spot with a soft kiss. He could tell her how amazing she was later, this moment was about their boy. 

Turning his head to face Sebastian, he smiled. Ominis may be biased but he thought his husband had never been more beautiful than in this moment also, pure joy on his face, tears openly flowing, staring lovingly into the face of his baby boy. 

“Sebby, do you want to hold him, love?” MC asked gently. 

“I think I might need a few more minutes first, damn emotions, plus I’m enjoying seeing my wife hold our son.” Sebastian responded, placing a kiss on her head. “What should we name him?” 

“What if...what if we name him Andrew?” MC tilted her head up to Sebastian, making sure he understood. He did. A fresh sob and an almost imperceptible nod the only answer he could manage.  

They sat together, snuggled up as a family, basking in their love for one another and the beauty of their little one for quite a while before MC asked Sebastian if he was ready to hold Andrew.

“I’m getting a little tired, loves.”

“Why don’t you boys take him into the living room, while I help MC freshen up, and tidy up the bed.” Mrs. Weasleys soft voice said from the end of the bed, where she had sat quietly crying and watching the little family, startling Ominis. He had all but forgot she was there. 

He looked up at her, smiling, “Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, for everything.” Before he knew it he was on his feet, hugging the sweet older woman. 

“You’re welcome, dear. Now go on, us women have work to do.”

Sebastian and Ominis sat huddled together on the sofa, passing Andrew back and forth, talking to him and laughing when he did absolutely anything, the love they had for him unlike anything they had ever felt. Too soon Mrs. Weasley came into the room, telling them that MC was clean, comfortable, and ready to see them, her three boys. 

“Now, if you boys will excuse me, I feel the need to drop in on my own children before heading home. Congratulations again, Dads, he’s beautiful.” 

They entered the bedroom to find MC already laying down. Gently positioning Andrew down on the bed between MC and himself, Sebastian lay next to her. Ominis took up his usual place on her right. With one last look at the three of them, he leaned back on his pillow and closed his eyes, voluntarily letting the blackness in. 

Would he use the Polyjuice potion again? Maybe. On a far off wedding anniversary, or during Andrews first Christmas break from Hogwarts, perhaps. But for now, he was happy, enough precious moments seen to fill him with joy for a lifetime. 

[fangirlingpuggle]

I've suddenly been hit by The Urge. In an "Omi is a SGW" universe, I feel like there are certain things that we can usually pass off as a design choice that we can now take at face value. Like the fact that he doesn't have a nose. Or that sometimes his teeth are sharp and pointy. Or the canonical fact that he can walk on walls/the ceiling.

I'm also hit by this (GNU) Sir Terry Pratchett quote: "Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things." Like. Obviously Omi's friends, Chase Young, Dojo, and probably Master Fung (unless you want to go the REALLY angsty route) all treat him the same, but others? It's kind of hit or miss. Specifically, I think Master Monk Guan would really show his ass. I don't know how, exactly, but his foot would enter his mouth up to the ankle (and Chase would shove it up to the knee for good measure)

Oh I adore that quote and would sop well with verse. Hannibal and probably Wuya would totally try and use Omi.

Chase is 100% hanging around in shadows ready to shove any feet in mouths if they say anything about the little one. (If Guan or Master Fung said anything Chase is going to go full murder mode he and all the fallen warriors are waiting for one wrong word)

[hollowwrites]

Welcome to Slytherin

Summary - Sort of a prequel to Scriptorium! As someone who pretty much only plays as a Slytherin, I always love how sweet Ominis is at the beginning. Thought I’d write a little extension for it!

I’m thinking of doing the Undercroft Quest next? Writing angy Omi might be fun!

Warnings - possibly bullying(?) very slight

Word Count - 1431

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Just keep your head down. Don’t draw anymore unnecessary attention to yourself.

Evelyn slumped down the stairs into the main lobby of the Slytherin Common Room. It was huge. In any other circumstance, she’d have loved nothing more than to walk through it’s many oddities and learn what she could about her new home. But right now, she already had half of the school talking about her behind her back, and the other half were doing it to her face.

Immediately she noticed, no one wore their school cloak. A gaggle of pretty sixth year girls turned to eye her up, before gathering back around and giggling.

“It’s like she’s a first year”

“She basically is. Just missing the stupid hat”

“How tragic”

Just breathe. The whole day can’t be like this.

She pulled the lapels of her cloak around her, hoping it would swallow her up, or at least maybe make her invisible. Puffing her cheeks out, exasperated already, she rounded the corner by a fireplace, making her way towards one of the plush chairs in front. Keeping her head down meant she wasn’t fully paying attention to her surroundings and she almost careened straight into a tall pacing boy.

“Can I help you?” He said not looking up from his book.

That was it. Her patience had run out. The next person who makes a snarky comment was going to be on the receiving end of her wand.

He looked up, finally, and was greeted with a rather unpleasant expression across the new students face.

“Ah, you’re the new fifth year! I’m Sebastian Sallow. Welcome to Slytherin!” He beamed, clapping his book shut and throwing it on the chair she was hoping to crawl into.

He seemed…pleasant.

Her features softened at his tone, the background chatter of the other students falling upon deaf ears.

“Thank you. I’m Evelyn Hollow”

“Charmed” he laughed as though that was a joke. She didn’t understand “Charmed? Charms. The class?”

“I’m afraid I don’t follow” she shrugged.

“You really are new to magic!” He chuckled again and she couldn’t help but smile back “Well that still doesn’t explain the Ministry escort” it wasn’t a question but the tilt of his head suggested he wanted an answer.

“Oh, he was a friend of Professor Figs. He was merely joining us for the ride”

“Hmmm…dreadful way to go. I’m glad you and Fig are alright.” His eyebrows bunched together with concern.

“Thank you, we were lucky with our escape” Evelyn shifted on her feet, reliving George’s final moments in her mind again “It’s all…a bit of a blur”

“Didn’t mean to press. You just get yourself settled. We can talk more later” he smiled before his eyes widened “Oh, you should speak with Ominis. He’s the one leaning by the window. We’re in your Defence Against the Dark Arts class…at least I assume you are. Professor Hecat has her hands full with the Gryffindors in the other class” he rolled his eyes leaning to retrieve his book again.

“Defends Against the Dark Arts? Sorry, I don’t know very much about this world it’s all… extremely new to me” she stumbled over her words, not wanting to add ‘Naive’ to the long list of the words people were using for her

“Ah but that piqued your interest? Seems I have found a Kindred Spirit. You best get going before I talk your ear off. It was nice meeting you. Good luck today” he smiled warmly before plonking himself down in the seat beside her, continuing to study the old pages intently.

~

“Oh I think I heard one” the student tugged at their friends cloak pointing off into the distant depths of the lake.

Ominis laughed breathily. He’d been listening purposefully for the last few minutes. No such noise had occurred.

His holstered wand, sitting comfortably in his back pocket, alerted him to the presence of someone approaching. No doubt Sebastian, no one else dare speak to the macabre and scary Heir of Salazar Slytherin.

“Hmph, doubt mermaids find us that interesting” he said to him, tilting his head slightly in Sebastian’s direction.

“Sorry did you say mermaids?” A startled female voice sang out from the figure.

Oh. Not Sebastian then.

“Apologies I…thought you were someone else” he listened more carefully to her. Her heartbeat was elevated. She was fiddling with her cloak and the sea of gossip behind her all pointed to who she was “Ah…based on the chatter I’m guessing you’re the new fifth year. I’m Ominis. Ominis Gaunt”

“Nice to meet you, Ominis. I’m Evelyn. Hollow.”

Hmmm. No flinching, or gasping. She hasn’t thrown anything at him. Was it possible she had no idea who he was?

“Pleasure. You certainly had a memorable arrival”

“Yes it was…less than ideal I should say” he heard her shuffle about. Was she nervous?

“Did you see the way they just waltzed on in at the end of the sorting ceremony last night”

She sighed, listening to the gossip behind her.

“Ignore them. You’re the most interesting thing to happen in a long time” he shook his head. Some people just have no class.

“Thank you. Although ‘interesting’ is a bit of a stretch.”

“Oh yes. The girl who survived a dragon attack. Not interesting at all” he remarked sarcastically.

“Well, when you put it like that I sound positively heroic” she giggled

“Ha, you’re definitely in the right House” he found himself laughing along with her, easily.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t really understand what that means”

“You’re muggleborn?” He asked rather surprised. From what he had heard, she’d managed to handle herself well enough against a dragon attack. He assumed she was born into magic

“Erm-“

“Sorry, born to non magical parents”

“Ah then yes” he heard the smile in her voice and couldn’t help but reciprocate. That must be why she’s talking to him so easily.

“I see. Well then…We Slytherins are known for our Ambition, Cunning and Determination”

“How lovely” she said dryly, raising an eyebrow. Where did she fit in on that spectrum?

“It’s also known for Dark Magic, Pure-blood mania and general Doom and Gloom” he smirked

“Ah. The Doom and Gloom will be why I am here. I can be rather miserable.” She laughed gleefully, the juxtaposition of her statement and laugh, causing a tiny chuckle to escape Ominis “Why were you sorted into Slytherin do you think?”

“I’m, rather unfortunately, a direct descendant of the Founder. Salazar Slytherin. On my fathers side.”

“Unfortunately?” She found herself leaning into him. This was the most normal she had felt in a long time. And considering this was a conversation with a relative of the founder of a magical castle, under water, about dragons and magic, spoke volumes for the strange direction her life had turned to.

“Yes. He was obsessed with blood status. A pure blood maniac. It’s not something I’m especially proud of, mind you, considering the majority of his descendants do not fall far from that tree. I don’t believe in any of that, don’t worry” he offered her a vacant smile

“And here I was fearing for my life” she jabbed

“Is the new fifth-year Slytherin in here? Professor Weasleys waiting for you, just by the stairs” a girl called out

“Hmph, that’s me! Pleasure to meet you, Ominis”

“Pleasure was all mine. Do let me know if I can be of any help as you navigate your first days here. Though I doubt you’ll need it. Don’t be a stranger”

“I appreciate it. I believe we share some classes together so I may just take you up on that offer.” And with that she turned and left the room, the idle gossip followed her as she did.

“That new fifth years been talking to Gaunt for a while now. No doubt he’ll try to stick his claws in her”

Just before she could leave, Ominis pointed his wand in her direction, trying to gather as much information about her as possible.

Unfortunately, all he gained was that she was shorter than him, with an aggressive walk.

“Distracted Ominis?” Ominis clutched his heart, jumping out of his skin.

“Merlin’s Beard, Sebastian. Why?”

“Unlike you to not hear someone sneak up on you. Something must have really caught your attention” Ominis could hear the wiggle of his eyebrows through his voice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he retorted, pocketing his wand quickly.

“You’re bright red, Ominis” Sebastian poked his cheek before being slapped away

“It’s warm…” he mumbled

“She’s quite something though. Isn’t she?”

“She is…rather lovely”

Masterlist

[kuroashinomimi]

Waves and suncream

Omihina fluff

-not really unrequited love, pining.

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The MSBY black jackals were on a trip to the beach to reinforce the relationship between the members. They were really excited about this, it would be a nice change of scenery. Playing in the league left everyone feeling exhausted and they deserved the rest.

When they arrived at the beach chaos ensued. Bokuto, Miya and Inunaki dropped everything and raced to the shore. Meian and Adriah shook their heads in disappointment and started getting the umbrella and the towels ready.

Hinata surprisingly stayed behind while Kiyoomi prepared himself to deal with the sand.

“Are you okay omi?”

“Yes, I just need to… adjust.”

“Okay! I’ll be right here if you need anything.” offered Shoyou, happy and excited to be of help.

Kiyoomi ended up sitting on his towel under the shade of the umbrella. Miya was tanning beside him and the others were playing around by the shore. He could hear Inunaki screaming and Bokuto running after him holding a crab.

It was nice and warm and absolutely not quiet but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He loved these idiots. He ended up watching the boys play, well, mostly Hinata. He’d been curious about the other boy since highschool.

It wasn’t a surprise when, after joining the jackals, Kiyoomi developed an infatuation with the spiker. How could he not? When Shoyou hadn’t been less than welcoming and warm, always respecting his space and driving Kiyoomi in like a moth to a flame.

“Omi!” He looked up to see Hinata right in front of him, with the biggest smile on his face and looking very wet. “Omi you’re really pale, do you want me to put some sunscreen on you?”

“Oh um yeah, sure, thank you” he answered, surprised at the offer.

Hinata putting suncream on him. Touching him. He wouldn’t survive it. And he was happy to die with Shoyou’s hands on him as his last memory.

“Cool! Let me get the cream”

Shoyou sat behind him and put some of the stuff on his hands. In a second, hands were touching his back and Kiyoomi lost the ability to breathe. It felt like an eternity, soft fingers running around, caressing every part of skin he found. Both were quiet, enjoying the moment.

When it ended it was definitely too soon.

“All done” said Hinata, he sounded almost disappointed.

Before he could answer back, Atsumu joined in the conversation, not even opening his eyes. “Sho! You should do me next, I can already feel my skin burning up.”

Kiyoomi looked the other way, trying for all his life to hide the blush on his face so he missed the killer look Shoyou gave to Atsumu.

“You can do it yourself.” he said and then to Kiyoomi “Omi you should come to the water with us, we’re going to race” and he left.

At this point Atsumu stopped napping and looked at him, amused. “Yeah, Omi, let’s go to the water, have a little bath, they’re going to race”

“Miya I swear to God” a warning.

“I can’t believe you just let Shoyou put his hands all over you. You must like him a lot.” Miya’s eyes had a knowing glint on them.

“Stop”

“Stop what?”

“You know what”

“Come on omi, I think you two would make a great couple”

“And why would I care what you think Miya?”

“Cause I’m your best friend and you love me”

“Less and less every day.” that took a laugh out of Atsumu and Kiyoomi couldn’t help but follow.

They got to the shore, still laughing. They dived for a bit to let go of the heat. Kiyoomi passed his hands through his hair to drain it.

“Look, your boyfriend is looking at you.”

“Shut up Miya.”

“What? It’s true. Look!”

It was right, Shoyou was there looking at him with his big eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks. He looked so pretty and tanned and wet. Kiyoomi was a weak, weak, man. It was embarrassing.

“What were you two laughing about?” asked Shoyou, his voice sounded a bit strained.

“Miya being an idiot as always.”

“Hey!” interrupted Miya, offended “It’s nothing Shoyou, did you need Omi for anything.”

“Sorry?”

“You were staring at him so I thought you’d want to tell him something” that got him a smack.

“Oh, no… I mean. Yes.” they both looked at Shoyou expectantly “Right… water! Drinks. Will you come with me to buy some drinks? For the team.”

“Of course”

“I want a coke!” said Atsumu, because he liked to be annoying.

“I don’t care what you want. Let 's go Hinata.”

They walked in silence right to the shop. Hinata looked nervous and Kiyoomi didn’t know what to say, not after the suncream moment.

Not after he'd learned what Shoyou’s touch felt like. No, this hadn’t been a good idea at all.

“Are you and Tsumu dating?” What?

“What?” he looked at the boy beside him, he looked closed up and afraid of the answer that was coming.

“You two looked so cosy and happy together I thought you were dating”

“No. That’s not what it was. No.” Kiyoomi wanted the earth to swallow him.

“Oh, that’s great then,” Shoyou said, relieved.

“Oh, did you hope we weren’t dating?” a newfound confidence came over him.

“Yes.” he wasn’t expecting that.

“Oh” Kiyoomi was sure he’d never blushed so hard before.

“Do you want to go back? I didn’t actually have to buy anything.”

“Yeah, right, of course.”

They all sat down to see the sunset, Hinata sat beside him and held his hand the whole time.

Maybe he was wrong, maybe he liked Shoyou more than he realised. Maybe, his feelings were reciprocated. And maybe coming to the beach hadn’t been a bad idea after all.