#his first act as prince is ordering a drone strike on the Gaunt manor

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A Diamond the Size of an Egg

I was writing hardcore angst but the spirit of Valentine’s Day snatched the reins and I churned this out instead. Short little fic of pure Omira proposal fluff!

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Despite the warmth of the sun against his skin, and the promise of the afternoon stretching before them, Ominis felt uneasy. And when he felt uneasy, his body reached instinctively for hers. Like a cosmic truth that could not be denied, some urge that had burrowed itself long ago into his bloodstream made his arm reach out.

The princess was lying on the grass beside him, her arms tucked beneath her head. A soft smile graced her features, and without cracking open her eyes, she shifted and reached back. Pinkie fingers interlocked, anchoring them to each other as the blazing blue sky stretched endlessly above them.

“I can hear you thinking from here.” Miradevi’s voice was drowsy, the buttery warmth of the sun dousing her in a honey-thick fog of laziness. “What is your beautiful mind occupied with, meri jaan?”

My life.

My soul.

Ominis fell to pieces every time the endearment slipped from her lips. Shifting closer, previous hesitations thrown to the side at her words, he wasted no time in pulling her closer, eliciting a little yelp. Ominis propped himself on his side, resting his chin on his arm, the other one wrapped around Miradevi. 
“Nothing in particular. Why?”

“Liar. There’s so much tension in your body-“ she poked his shoulder slightly, and he heard the grin in her voice.

“Is there?” He leaned into her touch. “Perhaps you should help me relieve it, princess.”

A delighted laugh bubbled out of her as she sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. “How very bold of you, Mr. Gaunt.”

“Have you known me to be anything else, Mrs. Gaunt?”

He hadn’t meant to say it. The title had slipped, fumbled, and he’d dropped it, heavy and meaningful against the rolling wildflower hills. His breath caught, a hot flush of mortification creeping across his face. He intented to spend his life with her, of course he did. They were neaarly done with university and he could not think of a world in which he existed without her.

And yet.

To lay it all out on the table like this-

But conviction was woven into every bone of his body, each vertebrae of his spine armored with it. It had carried him through the worst years of his life, and he’d not back down from it now.

“It would be the other way around, you know.”

Her voice- as it always did- yanked him out of the tumult of his thoughts. “Wh-what?” He sat up as well, head canted towards her.

“I mean I wouldn’t take your name.” She said it like she was discussing the balmy weather, and not something that was making his heart rate rocket up to borderline dangerous levels. “I, er- rank higher than you, and you’d be marrying into royalty, so you’d take mine.” Mira nudged him, a smile in her voice as it took on a loftier tone. “His royal highness, prince consort Ominis Surya Lakshmi. I think it has a ring to it.”

“I’d do it in a heartbeat.”

Today just seemed to be the day he spoke every thought in his head, it seemed. “I’d- I would, the moment I know that you’d say yes. I would ask.”

Mira was silent for a long moment.

He’d gone and put his foot in it, he’d said too much, and now his girlfriend thought he’d come on far too strong-

“I always expected that I’d be proposed to in Paris, or Milan-“ there was a playfully wistful note in her voice, but she couldn’t cover up the waver of emotion in it either.

Ominis practically scrambled further upright. A warm breeze swept up, the scent of sweet wildflowers and her jasmine perfume carried in the wind. 


“Miradevi. My love, I’m not joking. I- I am completely serious in my commitment to you-“

“As am I. I’m not sure why you sound surprised, darling.”

“So if I were to… ask, right now-“

“I’d say that if you don’t have a ring with a diamond the size of an egg on it, don’t bother.”

Ominis grinned. A joy powerful enough to weaken the feeling in his legs swept through him as he pinpointed her position from her laugh before moving forwards. “Terror.” His admonishment was accommpanied by a giggle from Mira as he scooped her into his arms. “My beautiful, spoilt little creature. The size of an egg, Rara? Is that not rather garish?”

“Oh, not at all- hey!” Mira’s stomach swooped as he lifted her higher, spinning her around. Bracing her palms against his shoulders, the princess giggled breathlessly. “Ominis!”

A chuckle escaped him, which grew into a full blown laugh. The sound was still somewhat foreign to his own ears, but every bubble of joy was another step away from what he’d known all his life. He’d always thought that fighting back meant pain. That resistance was only carved out through gaping wounds and incessant agony- but this was resistance too. Every moment of levity, every kiss shared with the woman he loved, every laugh shared with his friends.

Joy, he had found, was one of the most powerful acts of rebellion he could display.

“I’m not going to stop spinning you till you agree to marry me.” His voice was breathless, but his footing was steady against the steep slopes of the Scottish highlands. His hands were splayed firmly on her slim hips, the soft cotton of her flowing skirt bunching beneath his fingers. “Go on-“

“This is blackmail!” She was laughing hysterically now, thoroughly amused. “Ominis, please-!”

“Say yes. Say it, and I’ll- oh, Merlin.” Ominis staggered to a stop, and Mira collapsed against his chest, huffing softly.

“Did someone get a little dizzy?” She cooed, teasing. “Poor thing. I was just about to say yes, too.”

His head snapped up, just as he registered the rapid footsteps of Mira darting away from him. 
“Wait, you were- Mira- Miradevi, do not run from me right now!”

“That’s ‘your highness’ to you!” Mira called over her shoulder. “The audacity-“ her words were cut off by a yelp as she noticed how quickly Ominis was gaining on her, his strides longer.

For a moment- she faltered.

The sun caught his blonde hair, set his eyes alight. The shadowy circles beneath his eyes had melted away and there were laugh lines creasing his features. He’d gotten taller- or perhaps he’d just started standing straighter.

Mira stopped dead in her tracks.

“Got you.” Ominis caught up to her and bent down, bracing his hands against his knees. “Merlin and Morgana, that’s a steep hill. It doesn’t help that you run like a damn deer-“

“Yes.” She interrupted.

Her voice sounded distant to her own ears, but she’d never meant it more. “Yes, if you’re truly asking. Of course. It’s been you, Ominis. Since the moment we met, it’s been you.”

He was silent.

“Darling, I-“ his voice caught. “Miradevi, I didn’t mean- you can take as much time as you want, we can wait longer-“

“Nothing is going to make me stop loving you. Nothing on this earth could convince me that you’re not it for me, pyaare.” Perhaps it was the heat of the afternoon sun hanging at its zenith in the sky that suddenly made her body feel weak, or perhaps it was the expression on his face.

Like he wanted to devour her and worship her all in one.

Without a word, Ominis reached out and took Mira’s hand. A slight tremble shook them, but she braced it by placing her other hand over his, her bangles jingling. Silently, Ominis guided her further up the rolling hills, towards the cresting peak. It offered a sprawling view of the university, of the glassy lake and river cutting a meandering path through the valleys. Pale clouds brushed the watercolor-blue sky, the hills and mountains around them doused a burnt ochre.

“It’s beautiful up here.” Mira said softly. “I wish you could-“

“I can.” Ominis’ voice was soft.


“Hm? And how’s that?”


“Every moment I’m in your presence, Mira. Every laugh I draw from you, each smile- this is what it feels like. The awe, the wonder at how something could hold so much beauty.” Slowly, heart slamming against his chest, Ominis lowered himself on one knee. “I don’t have a ring with a massive diamond on it-“

His girlfriend’s laugh was certainly a little watery. The moment was suddenly overwhelming, too much in how badly she wanted this. Wanted every last moment of her life to be at his side.

“- yet. But I swear, whatever makes you happy, it will be yours. I felt the warmth of the sun the day I first met you, my starlight. I felt the first taste of what happiness could truly be.” His voice caught, a burn of tears in his eyes. “Will you-“

“Yes.”

“Merlin’s sake-“ he laughed as well, and it was just as shaky as hers. “Let me finish. Impatient woman. Will you marry me, my love?”

“My answer has not changed from a few seconds ago. Yes, of course, a thousand times over-“

He surged to his feet, swept her into his arms again. “Say it again.” Ominis gasped softly, a strange, surreal sort of ecstasy pulsing through him.

“Yes.” Mira spoke between each searing, deepening kiss he pressed to her lips. “Yes, yes-“

Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms wound around his neck. The sun-rich wind blew around them, carriyn a faint bite of chill from the mountains, but the warmth overrode it. And in the seclusion of the hilltop, Ominis slipped the Gaunt signet ring off his hand, and slid it onto her delicate finger. It adjusted neatly.

The symbol of Slytherin gleamed against her dark brown skin, and he ran his fingers over her hand again and again, feeling the weight of it there.

Exactly where it belonged.

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AN: Happy Valentine’s Day lovely people! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 may we all move through life with joy and happiness, and choose love every single day 🩷