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ravenwind-75 · 4 days ago

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A Christmas Kiss || AU

Word count: 3000

No beta: fight me

Pairing: Ominis x Johanna

tagging: @heylorrain and @butternutt613 because they shared.

and @accio-bagel and @ps-cactus who helped me with ideas.

@leaping-toadstool-caps

and @anomalyaly and @zetadraconis11 for fluff therapy after reading ITSOI recently

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“Christmas is a time of coming together, of cheer, of laughter, of remembering what is most important to us. Think back on the year, the lessons we learned, and how we can grow and change. But most of all it is remembering the greatest gift of all, love…”

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Ominis Gaunt had had Christmas before. At Hogwarts and some with the Sallow’s, snug by their fire on a cold winter's night. They would sip warm glogg and warm their small cold hands from the snowball fights under blankets and on each other’s skin, just to hear each other shriek. Anne had been the cruelest of them all, chasing her brother with her icy fingers. He had fond memories of those childhood days. They had washed away the memories of lonely nights he’d spent in his manor the years before. His family had often gone off to parties without him, ashamed to be seen with their crippled and weak son. The only joy was when Aunt Noctua would return with a small bag of sweets that she slipped him when no one was looking.

Yes, Ominis had many different types of Christmases but never had he had one like this- a Christmas alone.

Sebastian had gone off on a holiday trip with Poppy and Anne. Originally he was planning to just go with his fiancee but he couldn’t say no to his sister, especially when they hadn’t had a trip together since she got cured. Ominis was glad for them and couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Poppy trying to deal with those two. Anne’s mischievousness picked up a lot since Johanna was able to cure her last year after long months of study and travel.

And Johanna, she was back with her family..where she should be. Why would she spend Christmas with him? He was just a reminder of Sebastian, who had broken her heart. It didn’t matter that his heart belonged to her when all she’d ever seen him was as a friend. His friend.

Sebastian that bastard.

With a deep sigh Ominis flicked out the lights and pulled on his jacket, closing his-her shop, and wished Penny well. As he pulled the door shut, the bell jingled brightly reminding him once again of the cheer there was supposed to be tonight.

“Mr Gaunt sir, Penny doesn’t want you to spend Christmas alone sir. Penny and Deek could keep you company. Penny is very at cooking and Deek could decorate and-”

“Don’t worry about it Penny, I’ll be fine. I enjoy solitude.”

“But sir no one should be alone at Christm-”

Ominis held back a groan,“Penny…go enjoy Christmas with your husband. I’ll be fine.” Afterall, it’s not the first Christmas I’ve been lonely. He wanted to add. But never completely…

It didn’t matter though. What was Christmas anyway? Just another day where people put on their best acts, their best clothes, and found another excuse to spend money. It didn’t stop people from showing their true colors as soon as it was over. The love, the gratitude, the fakeness was sickening.

Maybe spending the holidays alone would be better after all.

*******

Johanna tucked her hands deeper into her pockets as she trudged through the snowy streets of Hogsmeade. The tiny shops were all decorated from top to bottom with gold and silver, with red bows decorating most doors and lights strung across the rooftops in a long line, as if making a trail for Santa Claus to follow. Did wizards believe in Santa? The thought made her pause a moment before she just shook her head and continued on her way. A ridiculous notion really.

The moon hung high in the sky, sending a silvery glow over everything. It looked enchanting and so peaceful. A shadow flickered across the ground making her look up. She smiled at the sight of a thestral flying in front of it, carrying a bough of greens in her bill. Even they were celebrating in their own sort of way, carrying back their own gifts of love for each other.

She nodded at the few couples that she passed but her smiles were half-hearted. She couldn’t help the sharp pang that went through her chest that threatened to bring tears to her eyes. It was so fresh. It was just a year ago that it had been her and Sebastian walking down these same streets hand in hand, before he had thrown her over his shoulder and tossed her right into a giant snowman. He’d made some joke afterward that earned him a snowball to the face.

Ahhh Sebastian…

The boy he was.

Hopefully one day he’d grow up. Maybe someday he’d think before he acted and grow the guts to apologize and not make ridiculous excuses for his behavior for once. She still loved him but gosh, when would the pain end? He was happy so she shouldn’t be jealous anymore. It wasn’t Poppy’s fault. He was with someone he loved. He had a healthy happy family once again, and heaven knows Sebastian needed it.

But some didn’t have a family this Christmas. Or friends. Someone who needed family most.

Don’t worry Ominis, I’ll be there soon.

She was determined to make this the best Christmas he’d ever had. Ominis deserved happiness, he deserved to have everything he ever wanted. After all, he’d done so much for them over the years. Sebastian was a free man, she was safe from his family after he turned them in. It was wrong that he should find himself alone this holiday. Or anyone for that matter. She had a few stops to make first but she would be there when he woke. She would make sure of it.

And with that thought in mind, she continued on her journey.

…..

Waking up to the sound of soft humming and the smell of gingerbread was definitely not Ominis’s plan for Christmas morning. At first, he thought it must be an intruder, but then he realized anyone with evil intentions wouldn’t have let him live or would have left, not stayed to bake cookies. Secondly, he thought Penny had ignored his request and decided to come anyway, but since when had house elves sounded so angelic?

With an annoyed sigh, he rolled out of bed, ran a hand through his hair briefly to straighten it, and felt for his wand before making his way into the living room, the pulses of light guiding his way. The sound of singing grew louder as he approached the kitchen. He turned in its direction and cleared his throat, preparing himself to scold whoever had invaded his space.

“Oh, Ominis! Good morning!”

Oh…This had to be a dream. There was no way it could be her standing in his kitchen smiling, based on the sound of her voice. He pinched himself and when nothing changed he realized that she was really there. His brief elation was interrupted by the thought that she was here with him.

“Shouldn’t you be at home? With your family?” He asked rather sharply.

“Should I?” She asked lightly, continuing to stir whatever was in the bowl she was holding. “I didn’t know that.”

“Yes! You should be spending Christmas with them, not me!”

“And why can’t I spend Christmas with you?”

“Because-because I-….” Ominis struggled for words. “Because I’m…. not your family. You should be with those that are special to you, not me. Don’t take pity because I’m alone.”

He hated how his voice was empty and cold. But he couldn’t help but feel offended by the fact she might have come here just out of obligation, to make him happy. It didn’t matter if he was happy or not because-

“Well, good morning to you too!” She laughed. “I think someone hasn’t been eating enough sweets lately. A bit sour are we?”

“Hey! I am not!”

“Are too!” She shushed him and put a dollop of whipped icing on his nose, laughing at the frown he gave her and how he fought back the smile that twitched on his lips.

He tried to be upset with her and continued to protest as she made him breakfast but he couldn’t stay angry at her for long though; her adorable laugh filled him with a warmth that nothing else could compare to.

Not even the smell of gingerbread, the rays of the sun, or the sound of a carol could match it. No, she was a different tune entirely, a different everything. She was his everything.

….

Johanna watched him eat and listened to him share about how the shop was faring. She was glad to hear the shop was doing well and was thrilled Penny and Deek were finally married. She wished she could have been there. She was glad he was well but her heart was heavy from what he had said. He didn’t actually think he wasn’t important to her, did he?

Ominis gladly seemed to relax as he shared with her and that nervous slightly angry expression had melted into one of comfortable ease. Smirks and flickers of contained laughter moved over his face when it was her turn and she recounted her recent struggles with nifflers stealing all the golden baubles from a Christmas tree shop. His brown creased with concern however when a shiver ran through her.

“Johanna, are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she said immediately, not wanting to worry him. However, the lie didn’t go undetected.

He sighed. “I told you before not to lie to me. You’re cold aren’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question and since she was caught she decided to tell the truth. “Yes, I am cold. Why on earth don’t you have some kind of heat on? It’s wintertime. Plus I had to trek here in the snow.”

Without a word he stood up and walked to the bedroom, returning with a blanket. “Sit,” he said, gesturing to the sofa by the empty fireplace.

“But the cookies-” she began to protest.

“Don’t worry about the cookies. I’m perfectly capable of taking cookies out of an oven. Sit.” He insisted.

With a reluctant grumble, she sat down, but couldn’t help but sigh in relief when he tucked the blanket snuggly around her. It was the one she had made him sixth year. She was touched that he had kept it for so long.

“Now stay here,” he ordered before pulling on a coat and stepping outside.

She relaxed into the blanket's warmth, but the sound of voices outside made her perk up. It sounded like someone was arguing. She was about to get up when he returned inside, awkwardly carrying some wood.

“Don’t,” he said, as if he could sense she was about to get up to help him. “It’s my fault you’re cold. I tend to keep the house cold in the winter.”

“I thought you didn’t like the cold.” She asked as he began to place the wood into the fireplace. He laughed, a bit embarrassed. “I guess I’m just used to it.” He stepped back, pointing his wand at the fire. “Confringo!” Soon the fire was roaring and the heat spread through the room, chasing the cold into the corners of the small flat.

Before she could ask what had happened outside the smell of the cookies wafted over. “They’re probably done, are you sure you don’t want me to get them?”

“I’m sure. You stay warm.” Ominis headed into the kitchen and she watched as he carefully removed them, placing them on a plate before feeling his way around the kitchen for cocoa. Eventually, he came and sat beside her, wordlessly handing her a glass, and placed the plate of cookies between them on the blanket. They sat in silence for a while before Johanna finally spoke.

“Who was outside?”

Ominis stiffened. “It was Sebastian. He heard you were here from your mother. He came to apologize. I figured you didn’t want to see him so I sent him away. He got angry.”

…

Ominis heard a light sigh escape her lips. “Oh… well, I’m glad he finally came to his senses, even if it took a year.” She laughed, though the sound was bitter. Ominis felt his heart sink. He knew that Johanna was still hurt by Sebastian's affair, and he wished he knew how to make it better. He longed to tell her how much he loved her, but the words caught in his throat. He realized that to express his feelings now would be selfish.

Boldly, he reached out and gently took her hand, causing her to suck in a breath of surprise. He usually didn’t like physical contact, but with her, it felt different. He appreciated the gentle touches of encouragement she offered, the surprise hugs, and the accidental brushing of hands. It had been too long since he felt her presence, and he craved it. At the same time, he wanted to comfort her, just as she had done for him countless times.

“I’m sorry he broke your heart, Jo. He didn’t deserve your love, especially after taking it for granted like that. A love like yours is rare. You care deeply and passionately for people, giving everything you have for them and remaining loyal to a fault. You deserve someone who can cherish your love and return it just as deeply. You deserve to be happy with someone special.

He sighed. “If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know. I’m sorry I didn’t do more before; I was afraid of getting in the middle. But I’m not afraid anymore.”

Her silence was deafening but her pulse pounded faster against his fingertips. He worried he went too far. Had she caught on to his feelings? Did he scare her off?

Finally, she spoke, her voice a little shaky but also steady. “Ominis, I didn’t come here out of pity. You told me that I should be with my family—people who are special to me this Christmas. I hope you don’t think you’re not special because you are. You are very special.”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was he really special to her?

She continued, “I know you feel like you’re not worth anything because of how you were treated as a child. But you are worth a lot. You’re not the only one who always gives of yourself. You gave Sebastian a second chance even when he didn’t deserve it. You comforted me and stood by my side through all the drama that happened after fifth year. You just told Sebastian to leave for my sake, even though I’m sure you wanted to see him for Christmas as well. You deserve to have a good Christmas. You deserve to be with someone who cares about you, not to be alone. That’s why I came, Ominis. Not because I pity you, but because you are special to me. Even more so than my family because—because…”

He struggled to breathe, concentrating solely on her beautiful voice and the words she spoke. He fought back the tears threatening to spill and willed his heart to return to a normal pace as he waited with bated breath for her to say the words he longed to hear more than anything.

“Because I love you.” She whispered.

…

“Because I love you.” She had finally said it. The words she longed to say for months. Yet now she wondered if she should have because of the way Ominis was gaping at her like a fish. She nearly snorted at the expression but the anxiety of what he might be thinking made the laugh die in her throat.

“Omi-?”

“You love me? Me?” he whispered, tears spilling down his cheek, making her heart ache. She scooted closer and took both of his hands in hers. He tensed at first but relaxed slightly when she began to rub soothing circles into the backs of his hands with her thumbs.

“I do. I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner, but you were always there, loving me quietly. You noticed things no one else did, and slowly, you won my heart. I was a fool to give it to Sebastian when I should have given it to you.” Her voice was genuine and soft.

“I don’t know what to say. You come here, leaving your family on Christmas, wake me up by baking the most delicious cookies I’ve ever eaten while singing in the loveliest voice known to man, and then you tell me you love me. I don’t have anything for you. No Christmas gifts, nothing,” Ominis rambled, flustered and pink with shame and confusion.

“Ominis the best gift is just being here with you. And having your heart, but if you don’t feel the same way that’s fine. I’m sorry if I ruined everything by saying so and-”

“No!” he shouted, causing her to jump and pull away. A grimace crossed his face as he felt a pang of guilt. Gently, he took her hand again and took a breath before continuing, his voice much softer. “You didn’t ruin anything. Not one bit. You’ve made me the happiest man alive because... I love you too, Johanna.” He lifted his gaze and somehow found her eyes.

“You’ve held my heart since that day in the catacombs all those years ago. I just didn’t think you’d want to be with someone like me. Even when I realized my past didn’t affect how you saw me, it seemed like you were happier with Sebastian. He was stronger and made you laugh. It’s so overwhelming to hear that you feel the same way.”

“I do.”

He leaned in and they shared a gentle kiss, under the mistletoe Johanna involuntarily conjured with her magic, the small green and white plant clinging to the wooden beams above them. It was the most magical thing Johanna had ever experienced in her life.

The best gift.

The end

#yell at me if there are mistakes #yay its done #the fluff #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #ominis gaunt #johanna newman #fluff fic #hl fanfic #ravenwindwrites

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seokminfilm · 29 days ago

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made for me | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, fluff, kissing, after-shower blues, seokmin uses pet names (baby, sweetheart), reader uses seokmin's nicknames, mentions of weight/body shape, hurt/comfort, seokmin soft hours

now playing: made for me, muni long | word count: 1.4k (for @kstrucknet)

The mirror was foggy in the bathroom as you stepped out of the wet shower, and you wrapped your body in the plush towel as you dried your hair.

You and your boyfriend Seokmin had gone on vacation to celebrate your second anniversary, and you were living the dream with him by your side. He had spent the whole day spoiling you, taking you out to candy stores, and giving you the option to pick lunch for the two of you to eat.

You had indulged in everything he got for you, and you felt like it was starting to show in your body. You were never really self-conscious about how you looked, but it seemed like today that was starting to change. You had refused a bowl of ice cream Seokmin was working on making for you and hadn't eaten anything since lunchtime.

Even now, as you saw your figure in the foggy mirror, your face fell as you fidgeted with your fingers, trying not to overthink it. Why did you feel so guilty about eating good food all day? It wasn't a crime, was it? Seokmin loved you for not just how you looked, but who you were as a person, and what you believed in—he stated that many times.

Would he still love you if your body was like this?

Before you knew it, cold tears were running down your cheeks, and you picked up your dirtied clothes, trying to dry them before you left the bathroom. The mood around you had dropped, and you could feel it everywhere, even in the bottom of your stomach. It was a sickening feeling, one you hated to feel.

After you had got some sort of composure, you left the bathroom, body being greeted by the warm air of the hotel room. Seokmin lay on the bed, texting on his phone as he cleared his throat, hand going to his neck.

He was wearing the sweater you had bought him in the city on your shopping spree earlier and the pants he had paid for himself sat baggily on the bed, bunching at a clump around his ankles.

He looked up from his phone at the sound of your shuffling, and his handsome features broke into a smile as he turned the device off. "Hey, beautiful." His voice was sweet to your ear, and you gave him a tight-lipped smile, dropping your dirty clothes to the floor.

"Did you have a good shower?" Seokmin asks, standing up as he approaches you. His hands run through your wet hair, and you nod quietly, letting him kiss you as he smiles against your lips. "Yeah."

"Well, good. Hey, I was thinking we could watch a romcom and I could order some snacks from the reception desk. What do you say?" Seokmin's eyes caught the light of the hotel room, and you offered him a weak smile, looking off to the side before you answered.

"You can eat the snacks. I'm okay." You say, and Seokmin takes your face in his hand, cupping your wet cheek as he frowns just slightly. "You sure? I was gonna order your favorite."

"Yeah, Minnie, I'm sure." You say again, and Seokmin nods, pressing a kiss to your lips as he returns back to the bed.

You watch him as he walks, heart clenching as the bathroom thought pops up in your head earlier. Seokmin said he would always love you, but would that change if you changed? Would it change if your body changed?

"Um, Seokmin?" You question before the thoughts get worse, and Seokmin looks up at you, attentive and ready. "Can you maybe...leave the room while I get dressed?"

"Baby—you want me to leave? I mean, I respect your boundaries and what you want, and if you really want me to go, I'll go, but..." Seokmin looks up at you confused, glasses going white for a second as his phone lights up beside him. "I've seen your body before, sweetheart. Why do you want me to leave now?"

Your face flushes at his question, and you look down at your slightly worn fingernails, eyes watering again. "I just...I don't think you wanna look at me."

Seokmin's face falls before he stands up, walking towards you again as he runs his hand through your wet hair again, soft lips parting as he frowns just slightly. "Baby, why would you think that?"

"I just don't think you want to look at me anymore. Why would you want to see me when I look like this?" You ask, and you hear your voice shake with unshed tears and tension in your chest.

"Baby, what makes you think I don't want to look at you anymore? I love looking at you. I love admiring you. I love you. Why would you want me to stop, sweetheart? Can you use your words for me?" Seokmin asks softly, voice sweet and calm as he holds out his hand to you.

You take it, and he leads you to the bed, sitting on the edge of it with you as you wipe your tears, now freely falling, with the damp towel.

"Let's talk about it, baby," Seokmin says softly again, patting your bare, damp thigh as you sigh, nodding. "Seok, I think I'm gaining weight."

Seokmin doesn't say anything, letting you talk instead as he stares at you with soft eyes as his hand continues to rest on your thigh.

"I looked in the mirror when we got back, and my stomach was a bit more rounder than before. I thought I was bloated and it'd go away on its own, but it's been almost three hours, Seokmin." Your voice sounds so foreign—so shaky and so unsure. The tears haven't stopped, and your lips quiver as you taste your tears.

"Baby, is that why you think I don't want to see you? Is that why you wanted me to leave the room when you were gonna get dressed?" Seokmin pulls you into a hug, arms wrapping around you as you nod quickly, letting your head fall into his chest and breathe in his natural scent.

"Sweetheart, look at me." Seokmin gets on his knees, taking your hands in his as he looks up at you. You do what he says, letting him take over as his brown eyes meet yours.

"You're still as beautiful to me as you were three hours ago, four days ago, two weeks ago, and two years ago. Nothing about that will ever change, no matter how big or small you think you are—physically or emotionally. Everyone's bodies are different, but that doesn't mean you don't get less love. Love is loving someone for who they are, not just how they look, sweetheart." Seokmin consoles you, and you nod, letting Seokmin wipe your wet cheeks of the falling tears.

"Never think because you grow or shrink in size that it will change how I feel or think about you. You are more than your body, baby." Seokmin smiles at you gently, and you nod, giving him a smile as he kisses your kneecaps and knuckles softly.

"I love you." You whisper, and Seokmin gives you a wide grin, the one that makes your heart flutter as he meets your eyes again. "I love you more. I'm always here—forever and always."

Nodding, you stand up, reaching out your arms for Seokmin as he pulls you into one more tight hug. Seokmin dramatically sighs as he hugs you tightly, making you giggle into his chest as he presses a quick, soft kiss to your lips again.

"Now, why don't you go ahead and get dressed, baby? I'm still getting snacks, though." Seokmin smiles, and you nod, holding his hands as you ask, "Can I still get some of those snacks?"

"Of course you can. Why are you even asking that?" Seokmin pouts, and you laugh, letting your head fall into his chest again as he scoffs.

"Okay, sorry, sorry." You apologize, and part from Seokmin's embrace, letting your towel drop slowly as you pull on Seokmin's sweatpants and shirt. The smile that forms on your lips when you meet Seokmin's gaze makes him smile too, and he can't help but sigh, approaching you as he kisses you lovingly.

"There's my pretty girl. You're so pretty and so perfect," Seokmin whispers as he pulls away just slightly, and you let your hands run across his broad shoulders, smiling up at him as he scrunches his sharp nose and kisses the tip of your nose.

"It feels like you were made for me," Seokmin whispers again, and you giggle, feeling like you were made for him, and he for you.

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