#a lil ominis gaunt x reader

[in-class-daydreams]

King of My Heart (Sebastian Sallow x Reader)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader Chapter 1: ...Ready for It? Synopsis: Hogwarts Legacy if Sebastian's Relationship Quest was the main quest. A telling of the in-between, the late nights sneaking around the castle after curfew, sitting on the second floor of the library listening to Sebastian ramble about a book he read, stealing cubes of melon off his plate during breakfast. How we got from "not bad for a beginner" to "there was nobody else, I came alone" to "no matter what happens, I'm glad we met." Alternatively: How your love could pull Sebastian Sallow back from the brink. Told in the style of Percy Jackson, in first-person and with sarcasm. A/N: Starting a new project without finishing the old ones, are we, Aya? Yes. Yes, we are. TW: A lil swearing

Listen, I never wanted to be a witch.

I apologize to all of you romantics who think that the whole thing - Hogwarts, ancient magic, regular magic, being British, fantastic beasts - is all about feeding puffskeins and brewing amortentia. Might I add that the love potion is a bastard to brew, because if it was that easy, it wouldn’t be the most powerful love potion in existence, would it? That, and it’s somewhat unsettling. I, for one, do not always smell like jasmine and citrus. And during my fifth year at Hogwarts especially, I was constantly running through spider-infested caves and fighting dugbogs, and if my soulmate or whoever caught a whiff of that smell, they just might retch.

Speaking of my fifth year, I started off that year like any other new student entering a boarding school where everyone else already knew each other: terrified beyond measure. Of course, I made sure to never let Professor Fig see that. Not that I didn’t trust him, but I was determined to never let him see me slip. Not when he was the only person who ever believed in me.

After everything that happened on the way to Hogwarts from dragons to goblins (I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about that, right? ) I expected a bit… more? For lack of a better term. I arrived at the Sorting Ceremony late, nearly had an aneurysm on that stool with all those eyes on me, nervously chattered with the magic hat, and sat there, willing myself not to fidget too much.

I sat there feeling like I was somehow sitting incorrectly when the Hat hummed to himself (itself?) and made general thoughtful sounds. He spoke of how I arrived with expectations and preconceptions, and perhaps he was right, though I cared less about the house I’d be put in and more about not standing out too much.

“Ah, a difficult decision, indeed. It is quite different, sorting a fifth-year. You know more about the world and less about yourself than a first-year. And yet, you have a certain sense of – hmm – what is it?”

“Is it ambition?” I offered quietly. “I may seem single-minded, but it is important to go after what you want from life.”

The Sorting Hat made another indecipherable grunting sound.

“Is that how you see yourself, child? Not my first impression, to be frank, but other factors considered, I’ve made my choice. Between the two of us… You would have done well in Gryffindor.”

Would have?

I might have dwelled on the passing statement further had the Sorting Hat not interrupted my thoughts.

“SLYTHERIN!”

Slytherin in all caps! Honestly, I understand that he shouts for the benefit of the enormous room, but the ringing in my ears lingered long after I got it off my head.

I expected a sleepless night after that. I lay in an unfamiliar bed and my mind kept replaying the day’s events like a moving picture show. Behind my eyelids, I kept seeing the carriage crack in half, the swift appearance of the thestrals soon after. My first thought was that they allowed themselves to be seen until I realized they appeared to people who had seen death. I may not have seen the blood and limbs disappear down the dragon’s throat, but I had seen death that day. Looked it in the eye. Watched it wink at me and stick its tongue out as if to say, “If I wanted you, I’d have you.”

I don’t know when I slipped into a dreamless sleep, but before I knew it, it was morning. I blinked my dry eyes and sat up to take in the large, circular room around me. It was neat, thankfully. I didn’t know much about wizard boarding schools, but they sure took color-coding very seriously. From green tapestries to green four-poster beds, at least I would never stumble into the wrong dorm.

I quickly noticed I was alone and, not wanting to be the odd one out even more than I already was, I put on my school uniform. Not to sound uncultured, but I had never had such fine clothing before. Not new, anyway. It took me a while to figure out how to layer everything to sit just right. Placing a hand on my trunk, I took a last look at the ugly yellow coat I wore exactly once. I would never touch it again. Not because it was ugly, but because it was Professor Fig’s present to me. The school had provided school supplies and the like, but Fig took it upon himself to give me something just for me. Color be damned, it was the most beautiful thing I owned.

I stood up from the bed and smooth out my new robes, not a patch or stain to be seen. Taking a deep breath, I made myself a set of goals for the day. Step 1, have your uniform on correctly. From what I could tell, my vest wasn’t on backwards and my skirt wasn’t tucked into my waistband, so I could reasonably consider my first task a success. Step 2, introduce myself to someone. No, Slytherins were ambitious, I would introduce myself to three people minimum. I grimaced at the prospect. But no matter, I had already thought the new number into existence, so three it would be.

Even the hallway was fancy. It had elaborate metal railings on the way to the common room. Crossing the threshold, I reminded myself not to pull a face at the much more crowded than anticipated common room.

Back straight, chin up, shoulders relaxed. Play mysterious, but approachable, I told myself. Starting at that moment, I would begin building my reputation however I pleased. I was a blank slate and I’d be damned if I let such an opportunity go to waste.

“Is that the new fifth year?” someone essentially stage whispered.

“The one that came in late with Professor Fig?” another said.

I resisted the urge to turn and run back into my room. Gossip was apparently popular anywhere. I didn’t know how I could ever have thought otherwise.

“Wow, she’s–” A boy to my right cut himself off when his friend nudged him with his elbow. A moment later, a girl chastised everyone and suggested they give me space. Of course, all this happened as if I couldn’t hear them, but I appreciated the bossy girl immensely.

It was time for me to get on with my self-imposed to-do list and introduce myself to some people. I gave myself some leeway by excluding the rumor-mongers from my list of candidates. There was a boy with a book by the fire, whom I made a beeline for.

Damn, I thought to myself, he’s reading. Why would you walk up to one of the only actively occupied people in the room? To my further dismay, as I got closer I heard the boy muttering to his book, annoyed. Actively occupied and agitated. Excellent choice, I thought. While I racked my brains for an excuse to abruptly change course this close, the boy looked up and snapped his book shut, placing it on the couch beside him. The fireplace to my left did nothing to keep my hands from getting clammy.

“Can I help you?” the boy asks testily.

Here we go.

On the bright side, he didn’t have to put down his book just to talk to me, so that was a good sign. Maybe he was just one of those people that sounded annoyed all the time. Yeah. That.

“Ah!” he said, the furrow in his brow and frosty tone dissipating immediately. “You’re the new fifth-year! I’m Sebastian Sallow. Welcome to Slytherin.”

Interesting shift in demeanor, I remember thinking.

“Thank you,” I said as cooly as I could muster before introducing myself.

I won’t lie, I blacked out for a lot of that conversation. I could still hear my housemates muttering behind my back and this Sebastian fellow was being very friendly - complimenting my bravery, saying he’s glad I’m alright. He also asked how Professor Fig and I escaped the dragon, to which I replied that it was all a blur, which was a half-truth, and therefore acceptable. I didn’t know how much time I’d be spending with Sebastian Sallow then, and I’d like to say I was enraptured by him since Day 1, but truthfully, as I walked away, I forgot all about him.

Despite having a raging pureblood fanatic and probable woman-hater (he just seems that way, you know?) as a house founder, the Slytherins put me at immediate ease. My next introduction was to a bossy, outspoken girl named Imelda Reyes, a girl with a thick Scottish accent who insisted that she knew more about flying than our professor. From anyone else, it might’ve seemed like lame adolescent bravado, but based on her confidence, I was inclined to believe her. Unlike with Sebastian, I made a conscious effort to memorize Imelda’s name and face. At my ripe age of fifteen going on sixteen, I’d come to find that people that are a pain in the ass make the greatest friends.

After Imelda, I was drawn to the back wall of the common room by a floor-to-ceiling window that gave us a glorious view underwater. A few of my housemates that looked younger than me were pressed up against the glass, excitedly chattering among themselves about mermaids and such.

“Doubt mermaids find us that interesting.” To my left, a posh British accent broke me out of my infatuation with the view. I turned and was immediately struck by how pretty this boy was. He had a soft air about him. Something gentle. Maybe it was the bluish light from the window casting down on him, illuminating his beauty marks and long lashes, but I’d never found anyone of any gender so beautiful before. He had high cheekbones and perhaps most striking were his cloudy gray-blue eyes that did not move like anyone else’s. Framed by lush, light lashes, his demeanor made it seem like his clear blindness made him more perceptive than the rest of us, not less.

His eyebrows raised. “Ah, based on all the chatter when you entered the common room, you’re the new fifth-year. I’m Ominis. Ominis Gaunt.”

I thought that his parents must’ve been quite vindictive to name their child something like that. As my friendship with Ominis progressed, I’d come to regret how right I was.

“Well, you certainly had a memorable arrival,” Ominis said in a conspiratorial tone. I smiled despite my original nervousness. Then he asked me the generic questions about my trip to Hogwarts. Maybe it was because he was blind, but Ominis had a way of making you feel like you had 100% of his focus. Like nothing else mattered to him while he was talking to you. Something about that, along with the soothing cadence of his voice, set me at ease. I never forgot what it was like talking to Ominis Gaunt for the first time. Eager as I was to finish my third introduction to cross it off my list, I found myself asking him questions about himself. Not because I didn’t want our introduction to be awkwardly brief, like I did with the other two, but because I wanted to know more about him. I didn’t have much to go off of, so I asked the first coherent question I could think of.

“Were you expecting to be sorted into Slytherin?” I asked. Hopefully originality wasn’t a graded subject at wizard school.

“Most certainly,” Ominis replied, sounding amused. “My family on my father’s side are direct descendants of Salazar Slytherin - one of the four founders of Hogwarts.” That last bit was common knowledge for most. Not for me, of course, but it didn’t feel condescending coming from Ominis. When he told you things, it was like the information levitated in the air for you to take for yourself, should you want it, rather than him forcing the information on you because he thought you were ignorant.

I figured he was rich. He looked rich, from his aristocratic face and expensive pomade in his hair. And, of course, the posh accent. My past experiences with people from families like his - that is, powerful old money families - were either neutral or bad, usually leaning towards the latter. Never anything traumatizing enough for me to hate the accent, but enough to make me notice how nice it sounded coming from him. I had to remind myself to focus on what the boy was saying, rather than how well words fit in his mouth.

“Not something I’m proud of, mind you. He was obsessed with blood status. A pure-blood maniac.” His tone turned self-deprecating, as if the bigotry of his ancestor was his cross to bear.

I allowed myself to linger on ‘blood stay-tus’ for a single, indulgent moment, before pursing my lips to keep from smiling too hard. I only allowed that one moment, considering how inappropriate it would be to smile at something so personal to Ominis. Not that he could see it, but I decided then that I would never hide behind his blindness for anything.

“Unfortunately, most of his descendants do not fall that far from that tree,” he said softly.

This time, I let the small smile I was holding escape.

“It must’ve been hard growing up like that, but,” the words had burst out of me before I could stop them, but now that I’d said them, it was time to follow through, as I always have. “I’m glad to hear you’re different.”

His eyes widened. “You are?”

I shrugged, not because I felt casual or because I forgot he couldn’t see it, but to keep myself from getting too intense about the family matters of a boy I’d just met.

“I grew up in--” I pursed my lips, but was determined to pay back the personal snippet he’d given me “--less than comfortable circumstances, so I’ve never cared about bloodlines and all that. I think the choices we make are what make us, wouldn’t you say?”

Ominis smiled boyishly. Soft, tentative. “I completely agree.”

I flushed, suddenly shy under his grateful expression. “Yeah, I’m big into the whole ‘free will’ thing. I think we always have a choice.” I did my best to sound more casual as to not let on just how strongly I believed in the power of autonomy, but felt like I failed.

Ominis looked like he wanted to say something else, but I’d already been too intense for one day, and was worried I’d put my foot in my mouth eventually, so I changed the subject.

“Did that student say he thought he heard a mermaid?”

To his credit, Ominis took the subject change in stride. He laughed, sounding just the slightest bit embarrassed and I quashed the stream of funny things my brain dug up just to hear that laugh again.

“Yes. But I’ve never heard of a mermaid showing up outside our common room window,” he replies. I look out the window. “It is fun to play along, though. Been known to keep some of the first-years on the lookout for hours.”

So the rich boy had a mischievous streak. I smiled. He had a gentle, serene aura, and yet was already one of the most vibrant people I had ever met.

I then realized how fast I was being dragged into his orbit. To keep from rendering myself useless for the rest of the day, I thanked Ominis and said, “Very nice to meet you.”

I’ve heard worse understatements. The ocean has a lot of water in it. People breathe air sometimes. My first day at Hogwarts was somewhat eventful. See? Worse.

~~~

While I was grateful to Professor Weasley for introducing the Floo to me, it made me super dizzy for the first several months. Travel magic was not for the tin tummied, to be sure. Not to mention Ignatia Wildsmith hollering a foot away from me every time I used it. She was a happy, friendly woman who made my life easier, so I was grateful to her, but every day I prayed that she would be just a bit quieter.

The Field Guide was useful and prevented me from wandering around the castle with my nose buried in a map like a lost tourist, but even with the guide, Hogwarts was a labyrinth. By the time I reached the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower, I was breathing deeply through my nose so no one could hear how hard those stairs made me fight for my life.

When I entered the classroom, everyone seemed to already be present. The first thing that caught my eye was an enormous winged skeleton suspended from the ceiling. A bit of a safety hazard if you asked me, but I figured wizard school must’ve had some pretty good safeguards for these kinds of things.

“Stupefy!”

The second thing I noticed was a lanky redheaded boy wearing the Gryffindor colors having a duel of sorts with someone from my house. Someone broader, looking much more relaxed than his opponent. The brunette closer to me deflected the spell easily.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he taunted before whipping his arm around and shooting a bombarda spell at the Gryffindor, who got his shield up in time, but, in my opinion, really should have been able to counter such an obvious move much sooner.

Don’t start, I told myself. Being judgemental was not a good way to make friends. Until you find equally judgemental friends, which is infinitely better, but I didn’t want to show my cards too soon.

The spell was deflected upwards, knocking the large skull loose onto the redheaded boy. Part of me was worried for him, but the other part of me said, “See? Safety hazard.”

Instead of, you know, using magic or moving two steps in literally any direction, the Gryffindor opted to squat down on the floor at the sight of the oncoming skull. For some reason.

“Levioso!”

At the top of the stairs stood an old woman with short white hair, holding her wand out, having caught the skull like it was nothing.

“Professor Hecat!” a girl cried from somewhere in the throng of students.

“Perhaps you’d be good enough to blast each other to pieces on your own time,” she said matter-of-factly. “I get new students every year, but I only have one Hebridium Black skull. It was a token from the Great Poacher Raid of 1878. No doubt you’ve heard of it. Now, you may be asking yourself how an old woman like me single-handedly took out the largest poacher ring in Eastern Wales and lived to boast about it.”

Absolutely, I thought. I want to be like you when I grow up. 

“Knowledge,” Professor Hecat supplied.

Was that like a potion or a mutation or the answer to her question? Are all spells in Latin?

Professor Hecat informed us that age mattered very little in the face of knowledge. I was inclined to agree, and my professor seemed to imply that while being old didn’t equate to being feeble, being young also didn’t equate to being ignorant. She lectured about an important spell that she used during her time against dark wizards, and I took a step forward so I could cling to her every word.

“Levioso?” the redhead whined. “A levitation charm?”

You mean the one you weren’t able to use? The one that the Professor just used to save your bony self from getting crushed by actual bones?

“Levioso!” The boy levitated several feet in the air. “A surprised opponent is a weak one. Care to defend yourself, Master Prewett?”

Ha, eat a dick, Prewett. Then I told myself to be nice, even if the guy seemed like the type to run home to mommy if he could.

From the movement in the corner of my eye, I could’ve sworn that the brunette that had been dueling looked back at me, but I assumed it was a trick of the light.

Professor Hecat let us break off to practice levioso. Professor Fig had taught me the basic spells, and obviously I’d already had my fair share of practice with them. My first spell at Hogwarts was bound to be harder, right?

I mimed the wand movement once. Twice. It was oddly simple. I gestured one more time and said in a clear voice, “Levioso.”

And the feather obeyed without protest. I stared at the floating feather, baffled. There was no way. Basic cast, protego, those were simple, natural spells. They felt like breathing. Other spells had to be more complicated, right? At least, hard enough where it took me more than one try to get it right. Maybe the ancient magic was helping me?

I lowered my wand. Professor Hecat approached on my left and had a whisper of an approving smile on her face.

“Now, let’s try something a little larger.” She summoned a practice dummy over and cleared all the desks. Then she gestured for me to face the dummy. Not one to argue, I stood in line with it and saw a shimmering yellow haze around it. Professor Hecat bid me to strike it with a basic cast.

Okay, but. There’s a forcefield around it. I– You know what, never mind.

I did as she asked and, sure enough, my spell bounced right off.

“See how the dummy deflected your cast?” Professor Hecat asked and I nodded. “This time, cast levioso first, then the basic cast.”

Easy enough. I imagined the end result and let my wand and body guide me through. It moved through me like water, the levioso followed through straight into my basic cast. With the spare energy I had, I whipped my hand back and forth for two more strikes. The dummy flipped in the air before flopping back down with a thud.

“Well done!” Professor Hecat said. “Very good. But!” Because there’s always a ‘but.’  “The best way to practice is by dueling. Well start with you two.”

I looked over to where she was pointing and I finally put two and two together. The tall, broad Slytherin boy that was dueling earlier. Sebastian, I recalled. In my defense, I couldn’t be expected to recognize him from behind after only meeting him once. I fought the savage grin that threatened to rear its head. My blood thrummed in my veins at the prospect of a fight. Something awoke inside me at Gringotts. The surge of power in my veins, the feeling of that final finishing blow, how each movement flowed into each other one after the next. The experience was addicting. For a time, I was worried that I wouldn’t get to feel that surge again.

Sebastian smirked at me. I took note of the freckles scattered across his face. His brown hair was mussed, probably from his duel, but the slightly unkempt look suited him.

“Time for a proper Hogwarts welcome,” he said and took his place across from me.

Oh, it was on.

“Now,” the floor raised below me as Professor Hecat spoke, “I want a fair duel using levioso, basic cast, and protego.”

Damn. I was hoping for a free for all. I wanted to see how my defenses held up against that bombarda spell he used. No matter. With a level playing field, I had the ‘fought for my life less than 24 hours ago’ advantage.

That was the dilemma. I had a reputation to build. Would I absolutely own this boy, bruise his ego, probably make an enemy of him because of it? I would gain the respect of the rest of the class and the professor if I did. Or I could let him win so as to not make waves? I’d have to be careful, as I suspected our wise professor would see through poor acting if I threw the match too hard.

“You may begin.”

I spread my feet in a defensive stance. Sebastian, on the other hand, looked completely relaxed. Waiting for me to make the first strike. Was he being a gentleman or underestimating me? Either way, I’d make sure he never did it again.

I got him up off the ground. He didn’t even have time to try to block it. I hit him with a chain of basic casts before he dropped back down to his feet. Sebastian launched his counter attack. Quick, precise, forceful. Prewett deserved more credit for lasting as long as he did. Sebastian’s arm reared back and time slowed. I interrupted him with a cast of my own, then levitated him off the ground only to blast him off the back of the strip with a dull thud, papers flying around everywhere. The class went up in cheers and I hopped down to weave through the crowd.

Whoops.

Sebastian was still flat on his ass. Any number of reactions were possible. A scowl, a glare. Maybe even tears of embarrassment. Instead, I was met with a wide grin and eyes sparkling with interest. Before I could approach him, he dusted himself off and approached.

“Not bad for a beginner,” he teased. He was trying to seem aloof, but the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth said otherwise. “You give as good as you get.” Then he hummed and walked past me.

Professor Hecat called me over to praise me for a job well done. I stood in front of her, pleased to have her approval.

“I demand excellence from my students. They are capable of achieving it, and they must achieve it,” she said with passion. I had the feeling that Defense Against the Dark Arts would be one of my favorite classes. With the thrill of the fight and an invested instructor, it was everything I could have asked for in an education. She gave me more words of praise and I thanked her before she informed me that she would reach out soon with additional assignments. I couldn’t wait to absorb the vast pool of knowledge she had to offer.

As I made my way to the door, I found Sebastian standing there alone. I suspected that he had matters to discuss with the professor and nearly walked past him.

“Nice work,” he said.

I stopped and turned, surprised.

“I enjoyed that,” I told him.

“That duel was quite something!” he said. “Everyone will be talking about it.”

Why did he look so happy about it? So far, I’d been reading Sebastian Sallow wrong at every turn.

He put up a good fight. It wasn’t his fault he hadn’t had a trial by fire practice. Opting to remain humble, I replied, “It was certainly good practice.”

Sebastian leaned in. “Practice?” he exclaimed. “Felt more like I was dueling an expert!”

My face warmed at the enthusiasm behind his praise.

“Didn’t expect a new student to be so deft with a wand.” He gave me an appraising look, his tone turning conspiratory. “Then again, perhaps this wasn’t your first duel.”

“I’ve dueled enough. Consider yourself lucky I held back.” Something about Sebastian made me want to push his buttons. My track record for getting him all wrong continued, however.

“Fair enough,” he matched my tone. “You owe me an honest duel when you’re not.”

My blood pulsed once more at the idea of another fight.

“You know. You might be a perfect fit for a certain exclusive, unsanctioned dueling organization,” Sebastian said.

Getting into trouble was the last thing I wanted to do, lest everything snowball and I find myself expelled from Hogwarts and back to where I was. Anything was better than that, but I suspected, though, that Sebastian knew exactly what button of mine to push. He had me pegged before I did him, and I found myself almost frustrated at the prospect.

“Exclusive and unsanctioned?” I said. “Count me in.”

Sebastian looked pleased with himself. “Excellent. Knew I was right about you.”

That made me frown. He was indeed. Yet, I’d been wrong about him since the moment I approached him in the common room. 

“If you want to get the most out of your time at Hogwarts, you’re going to need to break the rules now and then,” he continued. “Whether it’s joining a secret dueling club or sneaking into the Restricted Section of the library.”

Damn that look he gave me at that last bit. He wasn’t saying it to brag. He’d already figured out what made me tick.

“You just have to be clever enough not to get caught.”

“Thank you, Sebastian.” I said coolly, having had enough of his watchful eye for the moment. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He gave me that knowing smile again. “Good. Pleasure chatting with you. I’m sure I’ll see you soon. Perhaps somewhere unsanctioned?” The emphasis on the last word told me he was sure I was on board. “We’ll see if your performance today was sheer luck or actual skill. Look for Lucan Brattleby by the clock tower entrance. If you’re interested.”

I tried not to scowl too hard. Of course he’d act like he was letting me think about it, knowing damn well what I was going to do. What a cheeky bastard.

~~

A/N: "Hey, this very much looks like a Sebastian fic!" Yes, reader, it does! And this first part is very much yours and Sebastian's love story. But! (Because there's always a but) I make no promises for the endgame. Maybe the fact that Sebastian needs you doesn't mean he deserves you. We'll have to see.

A good chunk of this will follow canon, but I change some scenarios and conversations entirely, and after a point, it'll diverge from canon completely.

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Hi there! I challenge thee for a headcanon on Ominis's and Sebastian's lives with MC.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

I'm going to answer this one as Sebastain x MC and Ominis x MC, fresh out of school.

Let's start with MC and Sebastian -

They decide to move in together right after school ends. Both interested in pursuing careers with the Ministry, they move to London, living in a tiny two bedroom flat surrounded by muggles. Moving in is quite the adventure, the first thing Sebastian wants to do, of course, is get down and dirty in every single room. It takes three weeks to unpack fully, Sebastian using every old school item they unpack as an excuse to pull her to the closest surface and have his way with her. The Ministry may see them as adults but he's not about to let the passion of their school years slip away.

Months pass and lives grow busy, both of them training for jobs they've dreamed about for years. The rare days they have off of work together start with lazy mornings in bed getting reacquainted with each others bodies, an activity that usually spills over into the kitchen, the way MC dances around in her underwear while she cooks too much for Sebastian to resist.

As the years pass, their jobs become more demanding, and dangerous, often leaving them in separate countries for weeks at a time, the strain on their relationship obvious to everyone they know. After many sleepless nights full of tears and fights about their future, they both decide a change is needed and MC quits her job, Sebastian promising to do the same once they have a next step decided. They reach out to old friends for support, and within a few months they each receive a letter from Headmistress Weasley (Fuck Black) asking if they would be interested in a teaching position at Hogwarts. They eagerly accept. As they pack up their lives again, those old school items having the same effect on Sebastian, they fall in love again. Their last night before returning to Hogwarts Sebastian asks MC to marry him (finally) and makes a point of calling her Mrs. Sallow in front of the other professors before they're even married. 

Their wedding is held on the grounds of the school over Christmas break, a casual affair full of friends and the professors who knew all those years ago this is where the couple would end up. They buy a tiny cottage close to the school and spend their honeymoon making it a home, wrapped in each others arms.

Life as teachers suits them well, both enjoying being back at Hogwarts, this time shaping young minds. They still find ways to ‘get into trouble’, often sneaking off to the Undercroft or the restricted section of the library when they can’t contain their desires and they flirt in the hallways like when they were teenagers, calling each other Professor Sallow even when they're alone or at home. Before too long they have their first child. 

MC and Ominis -

Ominis is a bit more traditional and won’t ask MC to live with him until after he is settled in a career and ready to propose. They date for many years after graduation, MC becoming a magizoologist and traveling the world, Ominis caught up in the demanding life of becoming a doctor. It isn’t until MC comes to see him after what turned out to be an extremely dangerous trip that Ominis decides it’s time to pop the question. He gets up from the sofa where he and MC are having tea, her hands shaking as she recounts her mission to rescue some exotic creature, and shuffles around in a drawer of his desk. Clearing his throat as he sits back down he reaches for her hand, placing a small wooden box in her open palm.

When MC moves into his little house with her rescued animals, Ominis is overjoyed to have her take over his space, telling her as long as he has his office and a place next to her in bed, he’s happy. After they marry he buys them a farm with lots of space for her animals and work.

Their wedding is small, neither having any family to invite, and they decide to marry in Hogsmeade Square with just their school friends as witnesses. Their six month honeymoon is spent traveling the world followed by a month at home, Ominis determined not to go back to work until she’s pregnant or ready to physically kick him out of bed for a bit of peace, whichever comes first. (He’s worse than Sebastian now that they’re married)

When MC does get pregnant, Ominis goes into Terrified Dad mode. He spends all his free time at work studying what MC is going through, and it calms him a little, but he still worries about them both. After the baby is born he goes hard into Protective Dad/Husband mode. He doesn’t let MC do anything if he can help it, always taking care of the baby, even taking an extended leave from work. At some point MC will have to talk with him, reminding him she is more than capable of taking care of at least herself. After a long night of reminding him that she can also take care of him too (wink wink), he gives in to her and goes back to work, spending the days working hard to come home to his family on time every night.  

As the years pass, they have many more children, six in total. Ominis’ favorite thing in the world is listening to them play with MCs animals out in the field, or the way they shout joyously when he gets home from work or the scoff MC gives him when he holds her tight at night, jokingly whispering "we could have another one”, before ravishing her anyway.

[hyperfixated-clown]

Anything for him 😩

Ominis: Oh you've been a very naughty girl...

So...erm...

Oh you've been a very naughty girl haven't you. I think you're going to have to make it up to me. Now, get on your knees darling.

[hyuckkaiji]

my love - ominis gaunt x f!reader

summary; pt.2 to only mine. Ominis has loved you since the moment he met you. He found the universe cruel to give him such a love yet allow you to love his best friend. But now you're his, and he can never let you go. Not after all he did to get you in the first place. Ominis!pov up until the actual smut then it's kinda dual!pov pt.3: ominis , pt.3 sebastian

word count; 5.1k

warnings; 18+, explicit sexual content, dark themes, dubcon, porn with a plot, dark!ominis, sub/dom dynamics, mentions of cheating/infidelity, manipulation, obsessive behavior, controlling behavior, If I'm gonna be real with y'all ... yandere!ominis

note; in love with this man, need him to treat me like this. idc if he locks me up in his basement as long as I'm with him. maybe went a lil overboard. Second ever smut 🥴🫶 also ik I didn't specify but the spell he used locked her in the house so she couldn't run away 🤪

The memory of meeting you is ingrained in Ominis' mind, every part of you is. The sound of your laugh, the smell of your hair, the feel of your skin against his. You are undoubtedly irrefutably the most beautiful creature to have ever walked this earth. He's known that since he was fifteen.

But you didn't love him back, much to his dismay. Although he could understand it. Who would love him? Not even his own family did. No, he didn't fault you for not loving him. He faulted you for loving Sebastian Sallow.

He would tell himself he understood, of course he understood. He loved Sebastian too, Sebastian was one of only three people he had ever loved. He understood it, he did not blame you, he understood it, he did, he swore he did. But he didn't, not really, and as time went on, his lack of understanding only furthered.

And he began to blame you, such an intelligent witch, and yet you continued to be fool when it came to Sebastian. You watched him make all the wrong decisions, for merlin's sake, aided him in those decisions. You not only stood by but stood with Sebastian as he delved deeper and deeper into the dark arts, all in hopes of saving Anne.

Constantly defending his decline into utter insanity, "If it were my sister..." But you didn't have siblings, Ominis did, and he would never do what Sebastian was doing. It wasn't right. When would you stop being such a fool? He told you and told you and told you some more how bad the dark arts truly are. But you always did favor ignoring his warnings.

Did you just not care about what he had to say? No, you cared, you told him you cared, and he knew you spoke truly, but you cared about Sebastian's happiness more. Even when he couldn't take it, even when he begged you to speak some sense into Sebastian, you defended your lover. "Would you not use the unforgivables to save a loved one?" For you he may, but he had pushed that thought away, doubling down, telling you under no circumstances would he ever.

His last straw was the killing curse, the bloody killing curse. There was no coming back from that. He could no longer stand by his friend, his brother, really. The only family he had, he couldn't stand by Sebastian when he wouldn't even stand by his own blood for using such heinous magic. He had expected you to side with him. You weren't that much of a fool. His heart broke when you didn't, Sebastian it was always Sebastian. You begged him not to tell, Sebastian had good reason for his actions. No one need know what he did.

According to you, Sebastian always had good reason, and you begged so prettily, the word please sounded so right coming from your lips. Until he remembered why you were saying, "please," why you were begging. But he agreed none the less, agreed to keep Sebastian's secret. But that was a lie, a lie he swore to take to his grave. Sebastian had gone too far.

Ominis hadn't slept. In fact, he was on his fourth cup of coffee. Tea, tea, you had told him, with some of the other ladies, wives, of Feldcroft. But tea does not take all night. He had opened up a book when you left, opting to read until your return.

He had wanted to beg you to stay in with him, wanted to let his hands roam your bare skin, wanted to drop to his knees, and hike your leg over his shoulders then and there. But he is a gentleman. So he decided to wait until you got back home to satiate his desires, you wouldn't be long and he's not an animal, he could wait.

Waited he did, waited until the book began to bore him. Waited until the moon hid away, waited until the vibrant colors of dawn began to paint the sky. You were like this sometimes. He had learned to work around it. So, like the good husband he is, he waited. Other men would have demanded you stayed. Other men would have gone out and dragged you back home, beat you bloody perhaps. But he isn't like that he loves you and he'll work around your moods. You always come back to him any how.

He knows it's just one of your moods or moments as he calls them. Those times where you think you want to leave him, where you think you'd be able to. But you know and he knows, he's all you have and you'll come back. He'll wait until you feel better, but he'll not sleep without by his side.

So there he sat, swirling a fourth cup of coffee, with just a hint of milk and sugar. He didn't like it too sweet. The sun not yet fully in the sky when he hears you shuffling your way to the front door. Perhaps you thought he'd still be asleep. He did enjoy extra time in bed on his days off. Perhaps you thought you could climb into bed with him and pretend you hadn't been out contemplating running away, again.

You did that semi-often. He would pretend to be asleep, he would pretend not to notice you'd walked your night away, lost in that pretty head of yours. But he knew, he knows everything about you. It doesn't bother him the way you feel, not really. He would love it if you loved him back. Hell, he'd be over the moon about it, but it's not important. You can hate him, he doesn't really care, as long as you're his, your feelings don't really matter.

As long as you sleep by his side at night, as long as you have breakfast with him every morning, as long as you welcome him home with false kisses in the evenings, as long as you quiver when his cock enters you, he's perfectly happy letting you have your little day dreams about leaving.

Something about tonight had felt different, though. He had felt off. It was not long before dawn when he let his worries get the best of him, the sky more dark than light when he cast his spell. His intuition was right, it always was.

Sebastian Sallow was in Feldcroft. Ominis should have been more diligent with his wards, he knew he had been getting slack. It had been so many years now, he thought surely Sebastian would have moved on by now. But no, he supposes, had roles been reversed, he would not have moved on either. It's his own fault, he should have never slacked on his wards. He would need to remedy his mistake.

Perhaps you hadn't run into Sebastian, perhaps it had just been a normal walk for you. No, Ominis knows Sebastian, even after all these years, he knows him. He found his way to you, his perfect little wife. Gods help him if he has touched you in any way.

How to deal with this dilemma? Oblivate maybe. No he doesn't feel right casting such a spell on you, a good husband would never. He needs more information before-

"Husband." Merlin, how he loves hearing you say that. Yes, yes, he is your husband, you needn't ever speak his name again. Only call him husband, stake your claim on him, call him yours. Yes, your husband. Your good husband, your sweet husband.

"Wife." His voice is calm, he looks over in your direction. Wand in one hand, coffee in the other. "You did not sleep, darling." A statement. "You did not come home, I couldn't sleep without you." True.

"I-I-" You didn't continue, letting the awkward silence settle, thick and heavy. "Come sit, my love, I was worried when you did not come home, but as you said, this is Feldcroft, so I did not necessarily worry for your safety." A lie, normally true, but tonight had been different, "Do not take that the wrong way. I always worry for your safety, I only meant-"

"I know what you meant, husband." You tossed your coat over an armchair before sitting next to Ominis. He set his wand and coffee to the side on a small table, uncrossing his legs, patting his lap for you to rest your head. A common gesture, he enjoys the way your hair feels like woven silk between his fingers. You obeyed, such a good wife, his wife.

You wiggled a bit before finding a comfortable spot on his lap. He was still in the same outfit. Though he was only in his dark blue trousers and his white button-down shirt. "Where were you?" His fingers started their routine, your hair was knotted, more than usual. His fingers gently worked out the knots regardless.

"Walking, I'm sorry, I should have come home. Should have come back to you." Liar, his fingers twitched, wanting to grab you by your hair and force you to speak the truth. He knows where you were. He always knows where you are. Just as he always knows where Sebastian is.

It was one of his main reasons for becoming an auror. Of course, he enjoyed his job and enjoyed taking down dark wizards, scum of the earth. But his main reason was to keep Sebastian away from you, to keep you all to himself. You, you have been his reason for everything, his reason for living. His need for you is insatiable.

Before he met you, had Sebastian went down this dark path he might have mourned his friend, would have left his life but never betrayed him, never turned him in. But after you, you his sweet wife, his one true love. You're the reason Sebastian is on the run, this is really all your fault. If only you had loved him to begin with, he would have never needed to get rid of Sebastian.

Never needed to do all that he has done, for you, he did it all for you. Do not misunderstand, he regrets nothing but still it must be acknowledged, he is no betrayer by nature, he is only what you have made him.

"Speak the truth, y/n." He has no tolerance for liars, your falsities he could deal with but blatant lies, he could not. You shot up from his lap, moving to look in his face. Though his eyes could not see the worry etched into your features, he could feel it radiating off of you.

"Ominis." He perfers when you call him husband, but his name has never not sounded heavenly on your lips. "I speak the truth. Why do you accuse me otherwise?" Do you think him a fool? Blatant lies, by the gods, he never took you for a liar, yet here you are. He is a fool. He stands quickly, grabbing his wand.

"Ominis." You sound afraid, your voice coming out in a slight whimper. You've never sounded afraid of him before, something about it sends a jolt to his cock. You should sound afraid. He is a powerful wizard, after all, one of the most renowned aurors of your time. Him and his partner are responsible for putting almost half of the new prisoners in Azkaban, several he managed to capture on his own.

You should be afraid of him, you should respect him, you should love him. After all this fucking time and everything he has done for you, given for you, why don't you love him? Why is it still Sebastian. You would rather live a life on the run, a life of a criminal, than be with him?

He casts the spell while you still cower before him, one of his own creation. One, powerful witch you are, even you could not take down. "What...what was that?" Still whimpering, he'll give you a reason to whimper, a reason to beg.

Too long he has been the gentleman, the good auror, the perfect husband. Clearly, you crave something different than what he's been providing. "A spell."

"Cleary." You snap, fear gone, back again is his angry little wife. He loves you, anger and all, but dear, this not the time. His hand connects with your cheek, the sound of the slap vibrating in the silent house. He can smell the tinge of blood in the air, he must have broken your lip. He does not know his own strength, he should not have struck you so hard. No, you deserved this, he needs to teach you a lesson. He grips your face harshly, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He knows it's bothers you, makes you squirm to look a blind man in the eyes.

"You will not speak to me like that again. Unless you enjoy being struck?" You did not respond, at a loss for words he supposed. He's never been harsh with you, never even raised his voice at you. He can be a cruel man, truthfully he is a cruel man, just never to you. It's a side of him he has made sure you were never subject to.

He leaned down, until your noses were almost touching. He could feel your eyes scan his face, hear your short rapid breathes. Fear or anger? He wished you would speak. "Do you understand, wife?" He could barley hear you and he has superior hearing to most men, "yes."

"Yes, what?" He did not know what he wanted more, for you to anwser correctly or incorrectly so he could strike you again. Feeling you tremble beneath him, it was exhilarating. You need to understand how good you have it, need to understand all the leniency he gives you is a courtesy, one he will rescind unless you learn to behave like a proper wife, the wife he deserves.

"Yes husband." Such a good girl, his good little wife. He should be kind, he wants to be kind to you. But making you bleed, making you afraid has awoken some animal instinct in him, unchecked need.

He tilts his head letting his tongue dart out to swipe away the blood building at your lip, letting the metallic taste settle in his mouth. A part of you he is only tasting for the first time, a taste he wants more of. But he pulls back, he needs to control himself at least some what, at least until you beg him to continue.

He crouches before you, his hands against your knees, face tilted up towards yours. "My love, I know where you were." You shake your head, "I was walking, I just needed to breathe, needed to be away from the house for some time. I-" You let out a choked sob, fighting back your tears, he wants to comfort you, he hates when you cry, "I just wanted some time alone, sometime to feel like my own person. Not just Ominis Gaunt's wife."

His wife, his wife, his wife. Those words made his cock twitch, not the time. He stood and struck you again, this time you cried out, this time you brought your hands up to shield your face from another blow. His hand snaked into your hair, wrapping the loose strands in a fist, yanking your head back painfully.

"Speak the truth woman, unless you wish for me to forcefully extract the information." He was a master at such tactics, an empty threat when it came to you. He would never harm you in such a way, but you needed to believe he would.

"Ominis." Tears streamed down your face as you pleaded, but the way you said his name didn't have the intended affect on him. "Truth." Was his only response.

"I was with..." A hiccup, a sob, "Sebastian." The truth. Ominis released his harsh hold on you. Taking a seat next to you, pulling you into his chest, gentle hands stroking your head, rubbing your back as you continue to cry. "There, there my love. All I needed was the truth, if you had only been truthful to begin with." That only made you sob harder, but you did not pull away, instead burying your face deeper, holding his shirt tightly in balled fists.

When you finally calmed down, the only remnants of your break down being dried tear streaks and the occasional hiccup, Ominis held your face in his hands running a thumb over your busted lip softly. "I did not mean to hit you so hard, my love. I apologize."

"I-I can forgive you husband. Can you forgive me?" Did you mean it? Do you regret the night you spent with that fugitive? It doesn't matter, as long as you're in his arms, his wife, his love. "Tell me why you did it? Why you are not happy with me?" You face snaps to his, shocked at his words.

You stutter, unable to form a reply. "Yes, I know, I've always known. I just," He paused, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, "hoped you would learn to eventually." A shiver runs down your spine.

What made you do it, he isn't sure, but you lean in, closing the distance, locking your lips in a frenzied kiss, hands coming up to bury in his sleek blonde hair. Guilt? Best just to enjoy the moment. He kissing you back just as hurriedly, hands tearing your clothes off in a manor of disregard he has never shown before. Slow and loving has always been his way .

In a matter of moments both of you are naked, your kiss a mess of teeth and tongues, hands gripping hair and nails raking across bare skin.

His teeth bury into your neck, sucking and biting an angry red mark into your skin. You moan in response, using his shoulders to steady yourself, nailing digging into his pale flesh. "You're mine, my wife." His mouth is back on yours before you can respond.

This feeling is new for you, this way that Ominis is treating you. But you can't help the spark you feel, the tingles making their way through your body. You rub your thighs together to ease some of the friction, to feel some sort of sensation where you need it most. Where you need him, your husband, Ominis.

He slowed down, feeling you shift around, kissing soft chaste kisses, his normal kisses, into your skin. "Are you feeling needy, my love? Tell me what you wish." You always come first, "Your mouth, fuck, please Ominis."

Normally he would, as soon as the words "your mouth" left your lips he'd be down on his knees lapping away at your juices, swirling his tongue around your clit just the way he knows you like, the way that makes you come undone and shake beneath him. This is not a normal day.

He forces you down on your knees, your face aligned almost perfectly with his waiting leaking cock. "Ominis?" You're confused. He looking down, looking into your soul again, it's sends a shiver down your spine. But it's different this time not kind, not loving, but angry, hungry, a beast in a man's skin.

"I always give you what you want, I do my best to make you happy, I fuck you the way you want to be fucked. And still you have the gall to shut your eyes and imagine Sebastian while it's my cock you come undone on." His hand is in your hair, firm but not painful, "No more love, you're going to start being a good wife to me. You're going to listen and you're going to learn."

For the first time you want to, you stare up at Ominis' face, taking in every minute detail, the way his hair clings to his damp skin, mapping out the moles the scatter across his body, the ridged muscles he gained from years in the field as well as the scars he's got in battles, you've never cared to notice all this before. But right now I this moment, you can't deny, he's beautiful.

"Lesson one," He leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your waiting lips, "use that pretty mouth of your for something other that talking back to me."

"How do you know my mouth is pretty when you can't even see it?" He sneers at you, holding your hair a little tighter and it sends a wave down to your core. With his other hand he grabs his cock directing it down to press again you're lips.

In the four years you've been married to him, you've never done this. Sex has never been about his pleasure, only yours. Time and time again he had delved between you legs until you came apart on his tongue, yet he never asks for anything in return. You're not quite sure what to do, not sure you want to, not sure you could make him feel good if you did.

He taps your lips once more, "Open." His voice is gruff, he looks like he's barely restraining himself. You open hesitantly, but he's pushing his way in before your ready. You moan around him in protest, hands shooting up to push against his thighs, to no avail.

He's using his grip on your hair to make you bob around him, your tongue wrapping around the underside of his cock almost instinctionally. His head in thrown back, his chest rising and falling in rapid pants. "Fuck, pretty girl, I always knew your mouth would feel like heaven." He's jutting into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making tears well in your eyes as you gag around him.

He keeps at this, holding you in place until he find his release. He lets go of your hair, moving both his hands to hold your face in place as he fucks the last few thrusts roughly into your throat. Your nails claw into his thighs at the assault. He doesn't pull all the way out, forcing you to swallow his load, the salty flavor settling, not nearly as bad as you would have imagined... almost pleasant.

He pulls you up, peppering kisses on your face. "You did so good, my sweet girl, my lovely wife." You don't know what to say but you feel an odd sense of pride, having made him feel so good, having made him come undone as he has you so many times before.

"Do you want me to touch you?" He's nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin. You hum in response, "Please husband." You can feel him smile against you, one hand grips your hips and the other trails up and down your spine.

"Good start, my love. But I know you can beg a little better than that." He presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Do you remember how you begged me not to out Sebastian, you almost got down on your knees, you were on the verge of tears, begging me, it was so pretty, you were so pretty. I used to touch myself every night to the way you sounded that day." He chuckles, "Ominis, Ominis, please, I'm begging you Ominis, please. Fuck I can never forget how you sounded." He groans.

"Be a good girl and do it again. Beg me to touch you." Your face flushes, a mixture of anger at him for bringing up that situation, embarrassment at his mockery, plus an overall heat radiating through your body at his confession and demand.

You don't give in at first, you need not be at two men's mercy, allowing two men to abuse your body in such a way. But Ominis' hand shoots out, wrapping around your throat, your breath catches, unable to successfully suck in another. "P-lease." The word is rough and broken. "Atta girl." His grip loosens and you suck in a greedy breath but he doesn't let go all the way, "Go on, love, beg."

"Please husband." Your tone is soft, low, testing the waters. Ominis says nothing. "Please, Ominis..." You debate, will you really lower yourself to this, begging your own husband to have sex with you? But he struck you, forced his cock down your throat without permission and you still stand here, aching to feel his long slender finger burry themselves inside you. You need it and you will grovel to get it.

"Please touch me, please husband, I'm burning up, I feel as though I will combust if you do not touch me soon. I need to feel you inside me, please Ominis." He moans, actually moans at your words alone and without missing a beat his hand is between your legs.

"Fuck." He groans, leaning in to nip at your neck, "You're so wet, pretty girl." He run a finger between your lips, gathering the fuilds with his fingers, bringing it back up to circle your clit. You buck at the contract, electricity coursing through your veins as his slender fingers circle delicately, the pace and pressure teasing.

"Is this what you want, wife?" You grab his hand, trying to force him to put more pressure, how you like it, how he knows you like it, what will make you come undone in a matter of minutes. But he only tsks at you catching your hand with his free one, pulling it away as he continues his teasing ministrations.

"Yes, husband, yes, please" You whine, moving to grip his shoulders for balance. At your surrender, Ominis moves his free hand back to your hips, holding you in place.

"Did you beg Sebastian like this?" He doesn't stop touching you, "Did he make you this wet?" The teasing is becoming too much, you really do feel like you'll combust, "Does he know how to touch you just the way you like?" His fingers adds more pressure, pace quicking and in mere moments you're putty in his arms. Body tensing and convulsing against him as his strength only is the only thing to keep you upright.

His free arm wraps protectively around your waist, his other collects your juices, giving one final swipe over your clit that makes you jump in hypersensitivity. He brings the his wet fingers to your mouth, forcing them in with little resistance. "Do you taste that, pretty girl?" You hum around him.

"I did that to you. Not Sebastian. Me, your husband. This," his arm slides from your waist down to your bottom, grabbing the flesh roughly, "is mine. You are mine." He pulls his fingers free of your mouth with a pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting you two.

Before you can prepare yourself, Ominis' hand is back between your legs, three fingers buried deep inside you, curling at that spongy spot that makes you jump, that spot he always knows how to hit.

"This." Another curl of his slender fingers, "is mine. Only I get to touch this, taste it. Do you understand, wife?" That sensations is building in the pit of your stomach for a second time, it's too much you think, you always stop after the first one, he never pushes you further. You try to shove at his chest, he doesn't budge, but it's more so that your arms are too weak to actually push.

"Who do you belong to, my love?" You're so close, you can feel your resolve snapping like an old rope, string by tedious string. He stopped when you don't respond and you cry out in protest, trying to rock your hips against his still fingers. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Ominis, I belong to you, my husband, my beloved. Fuck, please, I'm so close, please Om" His pace is punishing and in all of three strokes you feel the coil snap, see white behind your. You hold onto Ominis, trying to ground yourself to this reality as his fingers continue, drawing out your orgasm.

You couldn't stand if you tried, couldn't move a single muscle. But Ominis isn't done with you yet, no, his plan is to break you. You are his, only his, today is the day you finally get that lesson through your thick skull. He picks you up, carrying you in his arms to your shared bed.

He lays you down and you give an appreciative moan, your bed is so soft, familiar and welcoming. It smells like him you realize in your haze, you've never stopped to notice how his scent clings to everything in this house. How his scent gives you a feeling of safety, of home.

Ominis lines himself up with your entrance while you aren't paying attention, half gone nuzzling your face into the comforter. You moan at the intrusion, a mix of pain and pleasure and total oversimulation. You screw your eyes shut, trying to adjust to him inside you.

"Over my dead fucking body." Ominis grabs your face, forcing you to look at him. "Keep your eyes open, I want you to watch me, look at my face as I fuck you. Remember who's cock it is that's inside you." You nod, or you think you did, your body is so heavy, so far out of your control. All that exists is the overwhelming pleasure and Ominis face.

Ominis, you watch as his jaw clenchs, his head falling into your chest before picking back up just so you can see him, his brows scrunch together in pleasure, his eyes screwing shut. His hold on your waist is brusing as his hips jut against yours. Once again your struck by how beautiful he his, how consumed he is by you. You feel that pride again. You make him feel like that, why has it taken you so long to see it.

You reach a hand up, just as his trusts become erratic, your own body falling in sync with his, you pulls his face down just just enough to let your lips meet his in a ghost of a kiss. You finish for the third time this morning just as you feel him shoot his load inside you, he pulls you up holding you tighter against him, burying his face in your chest as he rides out his orgasm.

You rest your head on top of his, running a near limp hand softly through his blonde hair. "I-" the word catches in your throat, "I love you, Ominis."

He pulls away at that, bringing you into a gentle kiss. "I knew you would. I knew it. That's why I had to get rid of Sebastian. My wife, my love, you're mine."

[orions-tears]

Billywing Stings - Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x fem!Hufflepuff!Reader

Themes: fluff, Ominis being protective and a lil mean to Garreth

A/N: I love Garreth tbh I want more. I hope you guys like this one :)

“Hi, Ominis!” you chime, tugging on the blond boy’s sleeve.

He turns toward you and smiles. “Hello, (Y/N). How did class go for you?”

You shrug and sigh, looping your arm through his. “It was alright. My potions were good, but I got in trouble with Professor Sharp.”

He frowns and touches your hand. “Don’t tell me you helped Garreth with that disaster…”

You laugh lightly, scratching your head. “Maybe…but he was so nice! How could I say no, Ominis?”

He sighs and shakes his head. “By saying no, (Y/N). Garreth is only trouble. I don’t want you to keep getting in trouble because he’s nice.”

You smile and nod. You know he’s right, but when someone corners you, you can’t say no. Well…he didn’t corner you, but you were alone and that was enough pressure. You agree with Ominis and the two of you walk together to the library.

***

You’ve been thinking about what Ominis said the other day about Garreth. You keep getting in trouble with professors for helping people and it’s really weighing on you.

“No. Sorry,” you whisper to yourself. “No, I’m busy. No, then I’m lying and that’s worse. No, I can’t. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t.”

You shake your head as you walk up the stairs to the Great Hall entrance.

“I feel so mean!” you say loudly, rubbing your hands on your face.

You turn around to see the red-headed boy leaning against the wall. You walk over to him, holding your hands behind your back.

“Hello, Garreth! What do you need?”

“Well after getting me that fwooper feather, I thought you’d be just the person I need.”

Oh boy. You want to help Garreth, but knowing him, it’ll be something bad. You listen to him explain his plan and thinking for a moment.

“Why can’t I just buy the billywing stings?”

He shakes his head, folding his arms. “If I wanted to buy them I would, but this plan is much better. Besides, you’re great at being stealthy.”

You look around to see if anyone was listing and spin your hair in your fingers. “I mean I guess I could get it.”

He grins and claps his hands together. “Awesome! I knew you’d help me. Thanks, (Y/N).”

With that, he runs off, leaving you in the stairwell. You sigh and turn towards the stairs. You really don’t want to end up in trouble for this. Getting in trouble with Professor Sharp was already enough. You quickly run to the Undercroft and look around. One of them must be here. You walk around, peering around the pillars and sigh, sliding down one onto the floor. What are you going to do? You hold your head in your hands until you hear the gate open. You spin around and see Ominis walking in.

“Ominis!” you shout as you run over.

His eyes widen in surprise. He must not have known you were in here. He smiles and holds his free hand out to you.

“Hello, (Y/N). How are you?”

You take his hand in yours and frown. “Can I hug you, Ominis?”

He furrows his brows and turns his face toward the ground. After a few seconds he turns back to you and nods. You hug him tightly and shut your eyes. You feel him stiffen at the contact but a second later he softens and hugs you back.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, softly, sensing your distress.

You pull away and look down, picking at your fingers. “Do you know of a one-eyed witch statue?”

He puts his wand away, resting his hands on his hips. “A one-eyed witch statue? Yes…Why?”

You bite your lip, pulling at the skin and run your hands through your hair. “There’s a passageway to Honeydukes beneath the statue…”

He sighs and shakes his head. “Please don’t tell me this Is for Garreth. What in Merlin’s beard could you need that for?”

“Billywing stings…?”

He’s silent for a moment as he thinks about what you said.

“You’re not stealing them…are you?”

You don’t respond but he knows the answer.

“(Y/N)! Why would you agree?” he says, voice rising slightly. “I told you Garreth was bad news.”

“I know, but he’s nice to me! I tried! I was practicing like you told me and then he asked and said buying them would be too hard…”

When the words come out of your mouth you realise. First of all, how would he know if you’ve bought them or not? Second, how is that the hard part? Ominis puts his hands over his face, groaning. You know he’s looking out for you, but you hate disappointing people. If you do it, you disappoint Ominis. If you don’t you disappoint Garreth. You whimper quietly and crouch down, hands over your head.

Ominis pulls out his wand and walks over, kneeling next to you. “(Y/N), I know you want to help, but I can’t let you do this.”

You look up at him, frowning. “Can I just buy them for him?”

He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t get them at all. Garreth is trouble and the more you help him, the more he’ll ask for things like this. He knows that a Hufflepuff is loyal and he'll use it against you.”

You nod and sigh. “You’re right….”

“I’ll talk to him.”

You gasp and grab him. “Please don’t be mean! Garreth is nice!”

He’s silent for a moment and stands. “I promise I won’t be mean.”

You watch him walk out of the Undercroft and sit down. Merlin, you hope he isn’t mean…

***

“Garreth,” Ominis growls, walking up to the boy.

Garreth had been in the viaduct courtyard, talking to Everett. He spins around to see Ominis.

“Yes?”

Ominis walks up, wand pointed at him. Garreth holds his arms up in defense, slightly afraid. Ominis opens his mouth to speak but sighs, putting his wand away. He can’t be mean, he promised.

“Leave (Y/N) alone, Garreth.”

Garreth furrows his brows and leans against the stone railing. “What have I done?”

“She keeps getting in trouble because of you. If you want to be her friend, I can’t stop you. She sees you as a friend. Stop asking her for favors or I won’t be so polite anymore.”

Garreth opens his mouth as if to say something but shuts it, looking at Everett. Everett shrugs and Garreth looks back at Ominis.

“Alright…I didn’t realise she was upset about it. I’ll stop.”

Ominis pokes him in the chest. “You swear it, Weasley?”

Garreth nods. “I swear it, Gaunt.”

Ominis scowls and turns away, grabbing his wand and leaving. He really hoped that worked.

***

You hear a shift in the chair next to you and pick you head up. You had been taking a small nap in the library, avoiding Garreth. Ominis has sat down next to you.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he says, smiling.

You grin and grab his sleeve. “Hi, Ominis!”

“You can forget the billywing stings.”

You gasp and lean in. “Please tell me you weren’t mean!”

He’s silent as he presses his lips together. “I don’t think I was.”

You stare at him and rub your hands on your knees. “Alright…I trust you…”

He smiles and pushes his shoulder into you. “I was thinking about getting some fudge flies. Would you like to join me?”

You giggle lightly and nod. “Absolutely. I want a chocolate frog and maybe I won’t get Ignatia Wildsmith this time,” you say, groaning.

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Reader has a crush on Ominis and tells Imelda. Sebastian eavesdrops the confession, He is obsessed with her since 5’ year. He decides to use polyjuice to pursue her. How difficult can it be to impersonate your blind friend?

polyjuice - sebastian sallow x reader

cw: angst, slight smut if you squint, kissing, unedited

an: Thank you for your request anon! I had the utmost fun writing this lil blurb 🫶 Idk what it is but I’m such a sucker for some angst lol I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it hehe

It was almost challenging for him; But of course, nothing was too difficult for Sebastian Sallow once he set his mind to it. On one of his late night visits to the Restricted Section, he stumbled upon something rather odd. Fascinating really. A transformative potion. 

“Polyjuice.” Sebastian reads the words aloud in a mumbled breath. 

Enables the consumer to assume the physical appearance of another person, as long as they have first procured part of that individual’s body to add to the brew (this may be anything – toenail clippings, dandruff—

 Ugh. How awful. As quickly as he picked it off the shelf, he placed it back in its dusty empty space. 

Within the following weeks, Sebastian forgot all about his late night discovery in the library. That is, until he overheard your conversation with Imelda Reyes.

“You can’t be serious.” Imedla scoffs, distaste clearly written all over her face. “Gaunt?”

Sebastian peers over the book he was currently reading; stealing glances of you from the regal couch. 

You nod, smiling softly as if his friend’s name was a treasure itself. 

“Be careful.” The Slytherin quidditch captain loops her arm in yours. “Pureblood enthusiasts – the lot of them. Nasty folk if you ask me.”

“He isn’t like that.” Sebastian speaks the words before you can. Being protective of his friend was almost like second nature to him. He closes his book before making his way over to the two of you. “Don’t speak of him that way.”

“Sallow.” Imelda raises a  brow, failing to hide her disapproving tone.

“Reyes.”

You approach your friend cautiously, fiddling with the ends of your books, not wanting him to be disappointed in you.

“I’m sorry you overheard that.” You immediately apologize, not wanting to give Sebastian the wrong idea. “I agree. Ominis isn’t like that.”

Your words are firm, making Sebastian regret ever saying anything in the first place. The corner of his mouth twitches, irritation burning in the pit of his stomach. Your loyalty should belong to him and him only. 

He nods, unable to conjure any words before swiftly walking back to his common room. The short interaction was enough to have Sebastian convinced. That night, he’d be returning to the restrictive section. 

Despite the book mentioning that Polyjuice Potion should only be brewed by the most talented of all Witches and Wizards, Sebastian found the warning hard to believe; While he considered himself subpar at potions at the very best, he experienced little to no difficulty to execute the recipe’s instructions. The only challenge he encountered was procuring a piece of his friend. And Ominis was not a fool; His performance in school only proving that he was one of the brightest Wizards in their year. There was little that would go unnoticed by him. However, a single hair is all it took and Sebastian’s secret Polyjuice Potion was complete.

Sebastian peers into the cauldron, fanning his hand across, hoping it would get rid of some of the putrid smell. Luckily for him, nobody used the bathroom on the fourth floor at this hour. Heavy clouds emit from the dark bubbling liquid, making Sebastian almost second guess this idea. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose, doing his utmost best to chase away any remaining feelings of self doubt. Without a second thought, he dunks a tiny glass beaker, filling it to the brim. He raises it to his lips, hesitating for only a bit, before daring to taste his concoction. 

Just a sip of the thick bubbling potion was excruciatingly painful; the effects taking place almost immediately. Sharp pains emit from the top of his head as if someone was ripping chunks of hair from his scalp. Muscles begin to spasm; followed by the sounds of cracking bones. The pain seems to last forever until finally, it begins to subside.

“Oh for fucks sake.” He groaned, his voice was unfamiliarly hoarse. He grabs onto the edge of the sink, doing his best to not fall over from the obnoxious pounding in his head. Through squinted eyes, he peers into the dirty mirror only to find that it is not himself that is reflected back but the weary face of Ominis Gaunt.

The castle at night was eerie but Sebastian was able to make his way back to the Astronomy Tower without any difficulty – knowing the corridors of Hogwarts like the back of his hand. He knew that if there was one place you would be, he’d find you there. 

Clamoring up the staircase, he feels his heartbeat nervously in his chest. Despite his ability to wear the face of his closest friend, he knew there would be a possibility of you seeing right through the facade. You were a bright Witch afterall. Would you take notice? 

A strong breeze hits him as soon as he emerges on the deck. There he find you leaning against the railing peering upwards into the starlit sky; The moon illuminating your small frame. The sight alone is enough to leave Sebastian breathless. 

Without thinking, he feels his legs stride forward, heavy footsteps thudding against the wooden floor until he’s right behind you. The sound of someone approaching, makes you turn around.

“Ominis.” You smile, an elated look immediately lighting up your face. The soft tone in your voice makes Sebastian’s chest pang with envy.  It was a sweetness that was reserved for his friend and was tormentingly unfamiliar to Sebastian. Your reaction was disenchanting; Shattering the illusion that perhaps living under the skin of his closest friend would extinguish the flames of jealousy that blazed brightly within him.  The harrowing truth remained that you weren’t speaking to him. Not really. This sweetness was not for him. And the pain of wanting but not truly having you made his heart ache with a craving — a dark desire, to have you for himself. 

“I thought you weren’t coming.” Your arms wrap around his torso, breaking him from his self deprecating thoughts. 

“I…” He hesitates, not wanting you to catch on, before slowly relaxing and taking you into his arms. You felt so good. So right. But yet again, his intrusive thoughts invade his mind, ruining the sweet moment of your embrace. This moment was not meant for him. 

You look up at him expectantly, pressing your cheek into his chest, as if you couldn’t bear to be apart from him. A breath escapes Sebastian's lips, finding himself completely captivated by your gaze. 

How cruel, Sebastian thought to himself. This moment was all too perfect however, none of it belonged to him. 

“Omi–!” He cuts you off, cupping your face in pale hands, and pressing his lips against yours. You gasp, completely taken off guard by the sudden onset. He feels your lips part, deciding to take advantage of your surprise, his tongue darting out to tangle with yours. You grip onto his arms, your legs threatening to give out; the heat of the moment almost too much to bear. 

Sebastian groans, savoring your sweetness, His thumbs caresing your cold cheeks, as he pulls away to nip at your bottom lip. The delicious sting elicits a needy whine, making you crave touches beyond a simple kiss. You stand on tippy toes wanting to be as close as possible; Allowing Sebastian to pepper open mouthed kisses along your neck, the light stubble from his chin sending shivers down your spine and causing an unfamiliar wetness to pool between your legs. 

It takes everything Sebastian has to finally pull away; He’d drink tenfold of any Polyjuice Potion before denying himself of you. But no matter how much his heart ached, he couldn’t find it within himself to betray the man he considered as close as a brother. And the thought of causing you pain was worse than anything he could imagine; He'd rather die.

He closes his eyes, silently praying for forgiveness before muttering the words that would wipe this memory from existence. 

“Obliviate.”

[emotionalsupporthufflefluff]

fancy friends that you can count on

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!Reader (MC = Eliza Fig, previous fifth-year transfer student, current seventh-year Gryffindor) part four of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: Ominis worries when his friend doesn’t return from their fight and enlists a gathering of friends to help him find them. Reconnaissance is just an added perk. (Switching POV, though the majority of this part is actually in Ominis’s POV)

“Boss!”

“Merlin, Marcus, keep your damned voice down. Yer’ gonna scare all the lil’ beasties ‘round here!”

“Sorry, boss.” This was whispered, and a sigh was heard afterwards.

“Alright, what is it you want Marcus? Did someone steal your sweet roll again?”

“No, boss, nothing like that! Was just wonderin’ what you planned for that hogwash student?”

It was a fair question, you wondered what was going to happen yourself. You remained motionless on the ground, keeping your eyes closed and trying to appear still asleep. A sigh was heard once again from the boss- who really seemed fed up with his entire poaching party, honestly- before he finally answered.

“I don’t have anything planned for the student, and it’s Hogwarts, Marcus.” You could feel the cool press of metal underneath your prone form and felt the ground shake as someone agitated what must be the cage surrounding you. You remain quiet, still pretending to be asleep. “Go fetch Ed for me.”

“Got it, boss!”

Ominis was getting worried. He had waited for you at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, wanting to apologize for his outburst. But as a clock nearby rang out the tone for curfew, he realised that you hadn’t been by at all. Where were you?

Poppy rounds the corner, running and trying to hold her shoulderbag down. Something was jiggling around on the inside and she struggled to keep the top closed. She ends up skidding to a stop in front of where Ominis sat, then hesitantly walks closer to him instead of continuing her path through to her common room.

“Ominis? What are you doing here?” She pushes her bag back down as it jumps around, trying to pretend like nothing was happening.

“Waiting for Y/N, have you seen them?” Poppy hums, glancing toward the common room, then back at Ominis.

“Well, the last time I had seen them, they were walking down the path outside. I think they wanted to visit their fwooper friend?” Ominis furrows his brow, letting his head fall to look down toward the ground. That was odd- they had promised not to go back out there without him. They knew how terrified he was of something happening, the forbidden forest was dangerous. “Either way, I must’ve missed them coming back inside. You want me to go fetch them?” She nods her head toward the common room entrance, and Ominis raises his unseeing gaze to face Poppy once more.

“If you could tell them I want to talk, I would appreciate it.”

“Of course, Ominis.” She places a hand on his arm for a brief moment before wrestling her bag back down, knocking on a barrel nearby and disappearing into the Hufflepuff common room. Ominis didn’t know how much time had gone by, but every second seemed to stretch longer and longer. Were they officially avoiding him now? Did they just refuse to come out of their common room to talk to him?

When the barrel finally opened once more, Ominis stood and straightened himself immediately, patting down his robes to look a bit more presentable. It wasn’t Poppy he was expecting to see bound out of the common room, though. As his charm pulsed, he was able to see the expression more clearly on her face, and he immediately took a step toward her. “Y/N? Where are they?”

“They’re not in there, Ominis,” Her voice was quiet, and she chewed her lip. “I searched every inch, even asked their roommates. No one has seen them since this afternoon.”

Ominis felt frozen in place, his mind whirring quickly with questions and answers. Where could they have gone? Would they have done all this to avoid him? No, of course not. They could get mad, but they would never purposefully make people worry for them. If Poppy didn’t know where they were, it was likely no one did. It was curfew and night outside, and they hadn’t been seen anywhere-

“Where- I mean, what-” Ominis shook his head, panic beginning to settle in. “This isn’t like them, is it? They don’t just disappear without telling anyone?”

“This is absolutely not like them,” Poppy agreed, nodding and glancing toward the end of the hall as if waiting for them to appear. “They hate breaking curfew. They always said Black hates muggleborns enough, they didn’t want to give him an excuse to expel them. Hogwarts is all they have.” She laughed, shaking her head again, “They even refused to go to the kitchen after curfew, and that’s just right down the hall!”

“You,” Ominis took another step closer to Poppy, his red charm pulsing quickly on his wand, “You mentioned you had seen them earlier? No one else seen them since then? So you were the last person?”

“They were walking down the path toward the forest, I thought they just wanted to go brush their fwooper friend.”

Ominis chewed his lip, shaking his head. If something had happened to you out there, that meant you were in trouble. And he really didn’t want to think about you being in trouble. “What about- what if you didn’t see them come back, but they did? Where would they go?”

“Ominis, I really don’t think-”

“Where would they go Poppy?” She just sighed in response, slumping her shoulders.

“I don’t know. The library? Maybe go hang out with some friends?”

“Okay, okay, we can work with that. You check the library, I’ll run up to the Gryffindor tower and see if Natty or- or Garreth knows where they are.” His voice falls toward the end of his sentence, shaking his head. Of course, that’s where you went. He chased you away with his inappropriate attitude with your potions project and chased you right into Garreth’s arms.

“Okay,” Poppy mumbled, shaking her head. “But I really think we need to go get Professor Garlick. If they got hurt somewhere out near the forest-”

“If they’re not in the library or Gryffindor tower, then we’re going to the forest. If we can’t find them there, then we can talk to the Professor. But I’m not going to sit and wait around all night for them to show up, which I know is what the Professor will tell us to do. If they’re in danger, we need to go help them.”

“Okay, Ominis. I’m with you. Ask Natty or Garreth if they want to come along, too. We’ll need the help. Oh! And Sebastian!” Ominis chuckled, shaking his head.

“The Slytherin common room is in the opposite direction of the tower-”

“Don’t worry then, I’ll fetch Sebastian. I’ll do that first, I remember him bragging about sneaking into the library after hours anyway. He can help me look through and make sure they’re not there.”

“Okay, fine,” Ominis acquiesced, shaking his head with a small smile. “Fetch my friend from the dungeons and search the library. But be quick about it! If they really are in danger, we’ll need to head out immediately.”

Ominis travelled as quickly as he could toward the Gryffindor tower but was held up halfway through when Peeves materialized through a nearby wall and started singing loudly about how Hogwarts nights were no fun anymore. He ended his made-up song with the promise of a fire burning the school down before he finally floated through a nearby window, sinking through the open air lower toward the ground. Ominis breathed out a sigh of relief before continuing on his way, afraid of how much time he had wasted trying not to get caught.

The fat lady in the painting seemed irritated with him, as he knocked and knocked on the middle of her canvas. “Watch the dress you, hooligan!”

“I can’t see your damned dress!” He finally called out, glaring forward toward the painting he knew was there, though one downfall of his seeing charm meant that he could see her frame and the magic emanating from the canvas, but he couldn’t see what was actually decorating the portrait. He had heard about her enough times, though. She fell quiet from his admission, and he finally moved his hand to the side and started knocking frantically on the frame of the portrait.

“Who is it you’re here to see?”

“Natsai Onai. Or Garreth Weasley. Either one, I just need to speak with them.”

“A Slytherin? After the hours of curfew?”

“Please, it’s very important. Someone could be in danger.”

“Danger you say?” The lady seemed to hum, then fall quiet. He huffed out a breath, keeping himself from stomping his foot like a petulant child. He waited for some other form of an answer, but when he heard nothing he finally gave in.

“Are you going to help me or not? Or do I need to keep knocking incessantly on the frame for someone to come out?” Again, with no response, Ominis was beginning to think the lady was ignoring him now. Just as he was raising a fist to knock again, he heard a click and someone came rushing out of the entrance.

“Ominis?” Natty appeared, quickly closing the portrait behind her. “The fat lady came and found me in my bedroom. She said this was urgent? Are you alright?” The girl seemed hesitant in asking but sounded worried. It made sense, in his opinion. Ominis and Natty never really spoke before until now.

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“What? Wouldn’t you know better than me?”

“Which should probably give you the knowledge of my urgency, then.”

“Oh,” Natty gasped, her shoulders slumping and her arms beginning to cross. “Well, if I’m honest, the last time I had seen them today was at breakfast.” Ominis huffed, crossing his arms as well. “Do you know the last place they were seen?”

“Yes, they were-” Ominis was interrupted as the portrait swung open once more. Ominis raised his wand higher, urging it to pulse once more before finally registering the magical signature as Garreth.

“Hey? The fat lady said that someone out here needed help?”

“Yes,” Natty confirmed, nodding her head, “Ominis is worried about Y/N. Have you seen them?”

“Oh? Yeah. I mean, the last time I saw them was in the transfiguration courtyard.” He looked between Natty and Ominis before taking a few steps forward. “Actually, they kept going on and on about how they needed to meet Ominis, here, in the potions classroom, something about a project. Did they not show up?”

“No, they did show up,” Ominis mumbled, shaking his head. “We had a fight and they said they needed some time alone. Poppy said-” Ominis was cut off once more by the portrait opening again, and he held back an annoyed sigh. Who was it now?

“Eliza Fig?” Natty asked, and Ominis raised his wand higher.

“What?” Ominis asked, his eyebrows drawing together.

“Is everything alright out here?” Eliza spoke and Ominis finally heard her gentle, yet higher-toned voice. He hadn’t heard much from her since the fifth year when she almost had Sebastian convinced to continue his dark arts forays. Ominis wasn’t exactly thrilled to run into her. “The portrait lady came by my room asking about me. She mentioned some sort of student in danger?”

“Oh, perfect,” Natty began, smiling brightly and taking hold of Eliza’s arm. “Just the person we need!”

“Why would we need her?” Ominis asked petulantly, already miffed that Garreth had to be around. Now her?

“Eliza goes on errands for everyone around Hogwarts! She’s the bravest witch I’ve ever come across, even if she only received her magical ability when she was fifteen! If anything, that probably makes her even better than the rest of us, having caught up so quickly!”

“Ominis, you were about to say something about Poppy?” Garreth interrupted kindly, and Ominis felt a jolt of something akin to thankfulness but pushed that way down.

“Right, well Poppy-”

“Wait, is Poppy the one in danger?” Eliza asked quickly, taking a step forward and studying Ominis. “Aren’t you Sebastian’s friend?”

“I’m more than just Sebastian’s friend!” Ominis snapped, glaring at the transfer student. “And no, Poppy is not in danger. But she is the last person who saw where Y/N Y/L/N went, and they haven’t been seen anywhere since. Poppy said she saw them walk down the path toward the forbidden forest- we believe that Y/N went to go see their little fwooper friend. Which is ridiculous because they told me they’d stop going out there alone, everyone knows that the poachers have been getting braver here lately!”

Eliza laughed, a pretty sound that had Ominis gritting his teeth together. “Ah, yes, well. I had to study for our NEWTs. Can’t always be out there chasing them back, you know?” She turned toward Natty as if sharing some inside joke, and Ominis huffed loudly.

“I really don’t care to hear you bragging about your adventures right now, Eliza. My friend could be in trouble.” He didn’t exactly see her face fall, but in the next second her voice was deeper, apologetic.

“No, you’re right. We should go look.”

“We?” Ominis would never admit how his voice squeaked, clearing his throat afterwards. “They’re my friend-”

“They’re our friend,” Garreth added in, and Ominis immediately took away whatever small shred of positive emotions he had felt for the guy. “There’s no way you’re going to come up here and pull the three of us from our common room and not include us in the search.”

“I was only trying to pull the two of you, actually,” Ominis added sulkily, taking a step back. “Do what you must, I guess. But I need to go meet Poppy and Sebastian outside the library. They were checking there just in case Y/N actually came back but didn’t go to their common room.” Ominis turned finally, using his wand to guide his way as he took long strides to get downstairs quicker. The pulsing of his wand indicated that all three of them began to follow Ominis, Eliza and Natty holding hands all the while. After some time Garreth sidled up next to Ominis, irritatingly matching his strides.

“So, what did you two fight about?” Ominis turned his head briefly toward Garreth, though instantly regretted it. Now he would have to answer, and he really didn’t want to talk about this with him of all people.

“Nothing.”

“Seems like something,” Garreth argued, though thankfully lowered his voice. Ominis heard the girls murmuring behind him so he assumed they weren’t paying attention to his current conversation. “Y/N seemed pretty adamant to meet up with you earlier.”

“They sure took their time chatting with you, then, for how ‘adamant’ they were to get to me.” Ominis hadn’t meant for the sentence to come out so childishly, but he couldn’t hold himself back. He finally met the person he’s been wanting for years, and of course, Garreth comes along and steals them away immediately. Garreth was quiet for an abnormally long time before he finally replied.

“I’m not even going to play this game.” Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his head toward his direction once more. “I could go on about how they only ever talked about you, or how they really didn’t seem interested in a word I said, but I doubt you would believe a word of it. So I’ll just tell you exactly what’s happened, and you can draw your own conclusions.” They turned a corner, and while Ominis had no clue where Garreth was going with this, he didn’t interrupt.

“I caught hold of Y/N when I saw them sprinting past in the transfiguration courtyard. I grabbed their wrist to stop them, likely the only way I could’ve stopped them. I wanted to know their opinion on different potions ingredients since they seem to get a pretty good grades in the class. I specifically wanted to know which ones were volatile, and which would cause the biggest explosions. I’m working on this project, actually. I got the idea from this Chinese traveller I met outside of Hogsmeade, actually, they mentioned-” He huffed, shaking his head and causing his red curls to bounce around, “No, scratch that, you don’t care about that. Anyway- so I was asking them and they seemed pretty amused by my questions, but obliged and told me what I needed to know. But during the entire conversation, they kept trying to pull away and mentioned you. Over and over, Ominis, they kept saying you were waiting for them in the potions classroom and they didn’t want to keep you waiting. It was my fault, not theirs.

“Then, my aunt walked by. She caught me holding onto Y/N’s wrist and discerned the wrong impression. Probably thought we were holding hands or something, and started this long tirade about how we were only just students and how NEWTs are coming up and we should be focusing on our test scores and-” He huffed out a breath, and Ominis could tell from his pulsing charm that Garreth was walking sideways, likely looking directly into Ominis’s face. “I kept telling my aunt she had the wrong idea, and Y/N kept mentioning you and the project that they were late for. So, if you’re upset because you heard some sort of rumour, then I can tell you personally it’s all false. What my aunt had seen, she just misunderstood. I was kinda grateful for it at the time, honestly, ‘cause if she knew the real reason I was talking to Y/N then I would’ve gotten a lot more than just a few stern words.”

Ominis let this sink in, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. When he didn’t answer quickly enough for Garreth, the ginger kept on babbling, saying even more ridiculous notions. “Anyway, the idea of Y/N being at all interested in me is laughable, if anything. Everyone in our grade- Godric, even everyone in Hogwarts knows that they have had the biggest crush on you since we were all kids.” Garreth laughed out loud as Ominis’ chest clenched, turning a horrified expression toward him. “The way they always stared at you, it was as if you personally hung the moon. I think we were all surprised when you two finally started talking. I know I was.” Garreth’s laugh was grating on Ominis’ nerves, and he huffed out a sigh, shaking his head.

“You had me going for a minute there. Almost thought you were telling the truth.”

“I am though?” Garreth sounded confused, and Ominis just shook his head as they went down even more stairs. “I didn’t lie about a single thing.”

“Catching Y/N by the wrist, sure. But saying they’ve liked me since we were kids- that’s ridiculous. They didn’t even know I existed.” Garreth laughed loudly, stopping in the middle of the hall. For some reason, Ominis stopped as well, waiting on the boy.

“Ominis, let me help you out here. You may be blind, but I’m certainly not. I think I know what I’ve seen. It’s every class Ominis. Every class, every year, every day. Y/N only ever stared at you.”

“What’s going on?” Natty asked politely, arm in arm with Eliza. It was silent for a moment as Ominis tried to process this information. Surely if his crush had been staring at him for so long- no, they couldn’t have. Sebastian would’ve mentioned it at some point? “Are we talking about Y/N still? Garreth, I thought it was just an unspoken rule that we didn’t tell Ominis how Y/N stared at him constantly?”

“You too?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably.

“Everyone noticed it Ominis, really. You would have to be literally blind to not notice it.”

“Natty,” Garreth admonished, reaching out to hit her elbow. The girl retaliated a lot harder than Garreth had originally hit, causing the boy to hiss in pain and rub his shoulder.

“No, if we’re saying this then he’s going to believe it. Ominis, Y/N never stopped staring at you. You can ask literally any person. There’s no reason for you to disbelieve us just because we’re Gryffindors.”

“It’s not because of your house colours that I find this hard to believe, Natsai.” Ominis shook his head, turning and continuing his way down the hall. There was no way he was going to continue this conversation with them. Not when you could be out there somewhere, hurt or in danger. He could hear the mumbling of the three Gryffindors behind him as he walked but kept his attention forward.

By the time they all made it to the library, Poppy and Sebastian were just climbing the stairs out of the room. Poppy ran over to Ominis, taking his sleeve and pulling on him. Sebastian was slower, obviously eyeing the trio that Ominis had arrived with.

“We couldn’t find them in the library at all, and Sebastian said he hasn’t been around Y/N all day. Ominis I’m getting really worried.”

“Interesting company you keep nowadays, Ominis.” Sebastian’s tone was careful, and Ominis sighed, reaching over to place a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Don’t mind them. They refused to leave once they found out Y/N was missing. They want to help look for them, and honestly, if we’re to search the forbidden forest then maybe we’ll need the help.” Ominis could feel Sebastian lean in close, his voice a breath against his ear.

“And you asked for Eliza’s help?”

“The merlin-forsaken Gryffindor portrait went through and asked after Natty and Garreth for me. But she heard the word ‘danger’ and felt the hero of our fifth year needed to hear of the news too.”

“Eliza!” Poppy was surprised to see her, leaving Ominis’s side and rushing over to hug her. Eliza returned the hug immediately, and Ominis could no longer feel the urge to be surprised. Was this reckless Gryffindor friends with every person in their immediate friend group? “Oh, this is just great! If poachers really did get them, you can help rescue them!”

“Why does everyone keep insisting on involving Eliza?” Ominis finally called out angrily, turning to face the rest of their group. He could sense Poppy's startle from his tone, immediately falling back a few steps.

“Because she’s the best of us, Ominis?” Garreth answered as if this was a question, taking a step toward the centre of their makeshift circle. “Why do you have such a problem with her?”

Silence fell around the group, but Ominis refused to answer. He had told Sebastian that he forgave him for his fruitless search into the dark arts, so long as the boy never did it again. Having been forced to cast an unforgivable curse was one thing, after willingly pestering Ominis about the scriptorium for an entire semester. However, Eliza kept pushing, urging Sebastian with pleas for knowledge and tempting him with a cure for his sister. Ominis had thankfully been able to talk him out of the whole venture before he wandered too far. Sebastian ended up dropping Eliza as a friend afterwards, so neither boy knew just how far Eliza had ended up venturing into dark magic. She had mentioned wanting to learn the other unforgivables.

When no answer was forthcoming- half of the group knowing what had happened yet refusing to speak- Poppy finally stepped forward between Ominis and Eliza and spoke up. “Regardless, Y/N is still missing. I think anyone willing to help will be beneficial. Don’t you, Ominis?”

“Of course,” He answers roughly, clearing his throat and turning his body to face Sebastian more. “So let’s get moving. Lead us to their meet-up spot.” Poppy nodded, stepping forward to lead the way. Ominis and Sebastian were behind her, the rest of the group following behind. He could hear Garreth mumbling a question to one of the others behind him.

“What does he mean, ‘meet-up spot’?”

“Y/N has a little fwooper friend, I heard them mention. I think the ‘meet-up spot’ is where they go near the forbidden forest to find their fwooper.” Natty answers, trying to keep her voice down as they roam the halls.

“‘Little fwooper friend’? That’s a mouthful, does the little bugger have a name?”

“Not that I know of.”

“They befriended a fwooper?” Eliza asks, and Ominis could hear the intrigue in her voice. “How unconventional. I wonder if they’d let me meet it. I’ve been so curious about their songs.”

“The ones known to drive people mad?” Garreth’s voice is incredulous, and Ominis has to hold back a sneer from the entire conversation. “Why would you be curious about that?”

“Well if they’re known to drive people mad, they must sound unique, no?”

“Regardless,” Sebastian calls out loudly, and Ominis detects Poppy jump from the loud noise. His friend turns to the three Gryffindors behind him, “I think we have more important things to worry about.”

The group, admonished, finally fall silent. Six students of Hogwarts walk out of the castle’s safe doors, making their way through the darkness to the one place they were forbidden from going. Ominis knew even if the rest of them had refused, he’d be making his way this way anyway. Anything, anything at all, to find you.

[mandrake-daycare]

Ominis Gaunt Couldn’t Help But Frown

ominis x gn!reader (pining, if you squint), (slight, so fucking slight) Sebastian x gn!reader

There’s a reason why Ominis can tell it was you who came out of the undercroft.

A whiff of an earthly sweetness, sweat, and something unidentifiable— like a lavender petrichor, ruminated in the air during potions and herbology. Ominis thought the lingering, but distinguishable scent would soon dissipate in the air like the remnants of a bygone magic in a week or two.

But it didn’t.

It also didn’t explain why he would catch the very scent in defense against the dark arts.

Imagine the unpleasant lil’ frown, plastered across his face upon realizing you’re the one carrying that scent with you, everywhere you go.

Soon, it even rubbed off Sebastian. The more Sebastian and you snuck off fighting trolls, exploring forbidden corridors, and other such trivialities—- the more Ominis couldn’t get the scent out of his mind even if he wanted to.

So when he caught a whiff of it near the undercroft, he naturally found himself drawn to that little corridor.

It must have been…

“Sebastian?” Ominis tries to confirm.

He hasn’t been there since Anne’s been sick. It’s good to know that he seems to be doing better—

But the skip in Sebastian’s steps carried itself a little bit different.

And that whiff of herbal petrichor only punched his olfactory senses even harder.

Ominis Gaunt couldn’t help but frown.

[cuffmeinblack]

i hope you're still taking requests if not ignore this <3 but if you are, then may i request a ominis x reader x sebastian? okay so basically its ominis going up to sebastian and asking him to describe the reader, because he wants to know about his crush. but as sebastian describes the reader, ominis realizes that seb also has a crush on the reader. of course as his friend, ominis encourages seb to act on his feelings even if it means his own heart breaking. a lil angst, jk alot. thank youuu! have a nice rest of your day/night <3

You're welcome

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader

Tags: fluff | love rivalry

1k words

A/n: Sorry this took ages to answer! If you know my area of interest 😏 you'll know how this is going to end. But here we go.

Ominis had heard descriptions of his new friend, though they didn't mean much to him. The superficial details were often talked of favourably, except the faded scar that ran down her cheek. He'd asked her about that particular detail and she had told him her story and Ominis had listened, enraptured, and found similarities in the pain of their childhoods. He enjoyed talking to her, his previous misgivings all but forgotten—truth be told, he had immediately disliked her due to Sebastian's inexplicable interest, but now he thought he understood.

Ominis wanted to know more about her and often wondered how other people saw her, particularly his best friend. He wondered if he would approve of Ominis' affections for the girl, and decided to broach the subject one quiet evening in the Slytherin common room whilst she was out of the castle on some adventurous errand.

"Can I ask you something, Sebastian?" Ominis asked in a low voice, trying not to draw the interest of any nearby students.

"Of course," Sebastian replied.

"Our new fifth year friend…what does she look like? Or rather, how do you see her?"

"Oh…hmmm," Sebastian hummed, considering the question.

Ominis realised it was a hard question to answer, but he was curious.

"I mostly notice her eyes, I suppose. They draw you in—she can look so intense but there's a glint in her eyes I saw the first day we met, when I knew she was…when I knew we'd be friends," Sebastian said, his sentence tapering off weakly toward the end.

Ominis nodded, his throat dry and heart quickening. He hadn't anticipated this—the way Sebastian talked, he thought he knew that wistful tone. He liked her. A lot.

"Anything else?" Ominis asked, curious still, wanting to test his new assumption.

"Her smile. It's sort of crooked, but it lights up her face. She only smiles like that when she really means it. And she has these…dimples…like little indentations in her cheeks," Sebastian carried on in barely a whisper, then cleared his throat suddenly. "I suppose that's it."

Ominis' stomach twisted. If he touched Sebastian's skin he was sure it would be burning. He knew his friend, and whilst he was an insufferable flirt, he didn't talk about any other girl like this. He might make a throwaway comment such as "she's nice to look at", but the poetic way he described their mutual friend pointed to something else. Sebastian had studied her, noticed all these details that he'd found endearing, and it made Ominis' heart ache.

Ominis would do anything for his best friend, and he wondered if this was another of those things. Could he bury his own feelings to allow Sebastian to explore his?

"Thank you for telling me," Ominis said.

"You're welcome."

-

Over the coming days, Ominis listened to the interactions between his friends with greater interest, armed with this new information, it now seemed obvious to him that Sebastian was nursing a deep affection for the girl. Whether or not she reciprocated his feelings, Ominis couldn't tell. She was easygoing and friendly to everyone, and her tie to Sebastian could be entirely platonic. Ominis supposed the only way to find out was to ask her.

It was hard to get her alone without Sebastian, the two seemed to be joined at the hip, even more since Ominis' conversation with Sebastian about her—whether this was coincidence or not, he couldn't say. Ominis managed to corner her one day before lessons began, Sebastian had run back to the dormitory to retrieve his forgotten textbook.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Ominis?" she asked, leading his arm to a quiet corner of the hallway. Her hand seemed to burn through his robes and ignite his skin, sending a prickling feeling through his body.

"I was wondering, if there's anyone that you…like. Anyone you're interested in?" Ominis asked awkwardly. Not his most eloquently posed question.

"Oh. I…maybe," she said evasively, her hand still lingering on his arm.

Ominis nodded. "Sebastian?"

The silence that greeted the question seemed to stretch on forever, until it ended abruptly with the intrusion of Sebastian who had returned, panting heavily. The hand on Ominis' arm had withdrawn suddenly with his arrival.

Ominis struggled to concentrate after that. She hadn't been able to answer his question, but to him it already seemed answered. She had admitted she had an interest in someone, and realistically who else could it be? Who else had held her attention since the day of her arrival at Hogwarts? A dejected acceptance fell over him, and he vowed to do his best to ensure their happiness—what kind of friend would he be otherwise?

Pulling Sebastian aside that evening, he prepared himself for what he had to say. He'd turned the words over in his mind, though actually forming them would prove difficult.

"...I asked her if she was interested in anyone, she didn't exactly say but it seems clear that it's you. I know you like her, Sebastian, it was obvious when you told me about how you see her," Ominis forced the words out.

"Ominis…you idiot," Sebastian said.

Ominis' mouth dropped open at the unexpected insult, though Sebastian's tone was more amused and exasperated than anything malicious.

"I do like her. And I know you do, ever since you asked me about her. She told me about your conversation earlier," Sebastian said.

Ominis felt his cheeks burning from embarrassment as Sebastian pressed on.

"She likes you, Ominis. It's obvious to anyone with half a brain cell around here. She doesn't open up to anyone like she does with you. So…if you don't ask her out I'll hex you into next week."

Ominis let out a loud laugh, releasing the tension he'd built up as Sebastian had been speaking. His head was swimming as he processed the information. He'd been wrong, so wrong. He felt a wide smile grow on his face as he imagined all the possibilities with her, stretching out before him.

"Thanks, Sebastian," Ominis said.

"You're welcome. Go get her."

[cuffmeinblack]

Companion

Ominis Gaunt x gn!reader

Tags: fluff | puffskein abuse! :(

2k words

A/n: Art by @lil-grem-draws 🖤 a sort-of sequel to Sanctuary. Gregory the puffskein.

The icy grass beneath your feet crunched as you strode towards the long-abandoned camp—usually you wouldn't trouble yourself poking around empty poacher dwellings but something had caught your eye. Most valuable possessions had been cleared out, but their departure had clearly been hasty, with food and supplies strewn about and a single cage stood near a tent. You initially thought it empty, but you picked up your pace as a small brown lump came into view at the bottom of the cage, praying that it was a crumpled bag or sack of potatoes.

Your heart raced as you took in the tiny form, running the final distance and dropping to your knees. The lump was a tiny little puffskein, no more than a baby, and thankfully still alive as it shivered on the wooden floor. Your hand shook as you pulled out your wand and broke open the lock, scooping up the furry ball to inspect it. Apart from being cold, it seemed drowsy but very happy to see you—the lids of its big eyes drooping as it flicked out its long tongue to lick your face.

"It's okay, I've got you now," you whispered, bundling the puffskein in your arms and heading back to the castle as quickly as you could.

You used the nearest floo to take you directly to the Room of Requirement, the first place you could think of that was warm and had a healthy stock of beast care supplies and potions for the poorly creature. You'd deduced it was a boy, and was malnourished and running a fever, it's brown and white splodged fur rustling with the shuddering of its body.

You'd only walked a few paces before realising you weren't alone in the room—the door to the central vivarium was wide open. Grabbing a Wiggenweld potion from your store, you wound your way around the potting tables and walked through the arched doorway of the vivarium, scanning the meadow for the occupant. You found Ominis sitting in his usual spot amongst the wildflowers with Puck on his lap and a lazy smile on his face.

"You're back early."

"I am, and I need some help," you said.

Your serious tone wiped the smile from his face as he gently nudged Puck from his legs and found his way to your side.

"I have another puffskein, he's very sick. Can you hold him whilst I give him some potion?"

"Of course…perhaps we should find Professor Howin?" Ominis suggested.

"I'll go to her after lessons. But he'll be safe here, I think he just needs rest."

He nodded as you dropped the bundle into his waiting arms, bringing them closer together as he felt the weight of the puffskein.

"He's tiny," Ominis said, a small flicker of a smile crossing his lips.

"Only a baby. He'd been left behind. The camp was abandoned," you said, shaking your head.

Ominis frowned and you smiled up at his indignation. He'd grown very fond of your beasts, though he liked to pretend that his interest was academic. You poured the potion onto your finger and used it to gently push into the puffskein's mouth, dispensing the liquid onto his tongue. After a few drops, he seemed to stop shaking as the Wiggenweld took effect and he settled into Ominis' arms to sleep.

"I think you're stuck with him now, Ominis," you said with a grin.

"Hm. Well he can stay with me until I leave," he replied, gently settling back into the grass and placing the puffskein into the space on his lap that Puck had previously occupied.

Puck rolled over to see the new puffskein, and a few of your other beasts seemed to be interested as well, particularly the mooncalf herd who surveyed the new arrival inquisitively with their huge saucer-like eyes. 

"Do you want to name him?" you asked, watching Ominis gently stroke the ball of fur.

"Me? I wouldn't know what to call him."

"Whatever you like. I always struggle naming them."

"Perhaps we should wait until he's better and can guage his personality—then we can name him appropriately."

You snorted gently and smiled, placing a soft kiss on Ominis' cheek, running a hand down the back of his neck and the other settling to cup the thus far unnamed creature on his legs.

-

You consulted with Professor Howin as soon as you could that day, inviting her to see your new friend. Luckily she agreed that the puffskein likely just needed rest and good nutrition—something you were happy to provide. You spent the night in the Room of Requirement watching over the little creature before leaving for your morning lessons reluctantly, though soothed by the fact that Ominis had offered to watch over him during his free period. 

It was hard to concentrate fully on your potion brewing when your mind kept wandering back to your vivarium and its new occupant, especially the thought of him curled up in Ominis' lap. Ominis had become enamoured with your puffskeins—particularly Puck, the exuberant little creature who enjoyed nothing more than cuddling and licking whoever happened to be holding him. You'd never seen Ominis quite so relaxed as when he was in your vivarium, and you'd spent many days and sometimes nights laying in the grass with him.

After nearly burning your concoction due to distraction, you managed to scrape together a passable potion and poured it into a bottle to hand in to Professor Sharp before fleeing the classroom. You decided to head back to the Room of Requirement to check in with Ominis and walk with him to lunch. As you walked past your bubbling potions station and skimmed the dittany leaves with your fingers, you noted curiously that the viviarium door was shut.

Pushing it open, you squinted into the sunshine, searching the landscape before concluding that Ominis had left, presumably for the great hall. The fact didn't worry you, but your pulse raced as you searched the meadow for your new puffskein, combing through the tall grass carefully so as to not step on him. You even cast charms in an attempt to reveal him and enlisted the help of your other beasts, but eventually you concluded he was gone.

"Where is he?" you asked Puck, who simply rolled onto his back awaiting scratches.

You searched every inch of your vivarium and asked a worried Deek if he'd seen your puffskein, but turned up no results. Admitting defeat, you retired to the common room in the hopes of finding Ominis, but only finding Sebastian sitting on a sofa, absorbed in a book.

"Sebastian, have you seen Ominis?"

"Hm? Oh, no. He wasn't at lunch, probably gone for a nap," he said with an amused huff.

You sighed and walked quickly to the stairs, skipping over several steps in your haste towards the boys' dormitories. You gave the door in front of you a quiet knock but there was no reply, so you twisted the handle and peeked inside, glancing towards Ominis' bed. Sebastian had been right, and Ominis lay curled up on top of his bed sheets. It had always amused you how he was able to fall asleep in the strangest places at any given time—fully clothed in his own bed in the middle of the day was entirely normal by comparison. You were so distracted by his peaceful appearance that you entirely missed the tiny ball of fluff next to his left hand.

"There you are," you whispered, tiptoeing towards the bed.

The puffskein watched your approach with interest and you sat yourself on the edge of the mattress, holding out your hand. He blinked curiously and slowly shot out his long tongue, flicking it over your palm, and you grinned and suppressed a giggle at the ticklish feeling. You watched as he turned his attention back to Ominis, retracting his tongue and waving it in the air, before plunging it into the sleeping boy's nostril.

"Ah!" Ominis cried, jolting awake at the intrusion.

You burst into laughter as the puffskein continued to lap at his face and Ominis did his best to recoil, slightly dazed and dishevelled. 

“I was worried about you,” you said, scooping the little ball into your arms. “And you, don’t take him without telling me.”

“Well, Gregory had settled to sleep in my pocket by the time I left and I didn’t want to disturb him,” Ominis said with a yawn.

“Gregory? You’ve chosen Gregory?”

Ominis frowned and shook his head at your response, as if it was a perfectly acceptable name for a baby puffskein.

“He’s a refined gentleman,” he replied with a smirk.

“I see,” you laughed. “Well, he’s certainly very attached to you.”

Gregory was burrowing back into Ominis’ robe pocket, happily chirruping whilst looking up at you with his orb-like eyes. He appeared to be full of energy, after being hydrated, fed and a quick nap he looked like a brand new puffskein. His mottled brown and white fur had been brushed, and you glanced at the soft bristled brush laying on Ominis’ nightstand with a smile.

“Shall we go to Hogsmeade and get him some treats?” you asked.

Ominis nodded and carefully stood up, making sure not to jostle the comfortable puffskein too much. Apparently Gregory would be joining you on the excursion, as Ominis made no attempt to dislodge him from his pocket—in fact, he seemed perfectly content where he was, lapsing back into sleep as you started walking towards the village, relaxed by the gentle swaying of Ominis’ robes.

You grasped Ominis’ arm as you walked into the chill, wrapped in your scarves and heavy cloaks, making a beeline straight for Brood & Peck. The shop itself was just as chilly, with the low sun piercing through the opening at the back of the room. A friendly Diricawl brushed past you as you made your way to the counter, where Ellie Peck was busy scribbling notes on a piece of parchment.

“Hello, what are you after today?” she said, lifting her head.

“Do you have any puffskein treats, please?” Ominis asked.

“Yep, what flavour?”

“Ah, I’m not sure,” he said, idly patting the little lump in his pocket.

“Come this way,” Ellie said, and you guided Ominis to the corner of the room where a shelf full of hessian sacks were stacked, packed with small pellets. “We’ve all kinds here. Marmalade, peanut butter, chocolate drops, liquorice…”

Her listing was interrupted by a scuffle and quiet chirrup as Gregory poked his head out of Ominis’ robes to survey the treats, clearly picking up on their scent.

“Oh!” Ellie gasped in surprise, as Gregory’s tongue extended, delving into the bag of treats to his left.

“I er…think we’ll be buying that whole bag, then,” you said apologetically, watching the puffskein scoop the pellets into his mouth.

“Yes, I think you’d better. Likes the peanut butter ones, then,” she agreed.

Ominis chuckled and patted Gregory’s head as he munched on his treats as you wrapped up the sack and shrunk it down to fit in your pocket. The whole thing cost you dearly, but after contaminating the whole stock, you weren’t in much of a position to refuse—and Gregory’s mischievous face was hard to deny, too. You thanked Ellie and left, lacing your fingers through Ominis’ as he led you back out into the cold street.

“Are you planning on bringing Gregory back to my vivarium?” you asked, squeezing his hand.

“That entirely depends on what Gregory would like. I rather think he enjoys my company for now.”

“Puck will be jealous,” you smirked.

“Are you?” he asked teasingly, pulling his cloak tighter around himself to shield his robes from the biting wind.

“A little. Am I going to have to share our bed with him?”

“Ah, well there might lie an exception—I’d rather have you all to myself in bed,” he replied, with a kiss on your cheek and pat on his pocket.