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cranetreegang · 2 years ago
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The Call of Adventure - Ominis x FemReader
I just wanna shoutout everybody. You have all been so sweet and kind with all these fics of Ominis <3 So thank you!!! I'm so happy y'all are enjoying them just as much as I am writing them <3
This was a fun one. Ever since I got the Companions Mod, ya know your gurl had to have Ominis tagging along. I will say, there is something quite amusing about dismissing Ominis on the other side of the map and just being like 'yeah walk your blind ass back to Hogwarts' as he shuffles away.
Anyways, I got carried away with a simple broom flying lesson (looks at word count with a heavy sigh).
hope you enjoy and enjoy while listening to -> Soaring over Hogwarts
Summary: Hoping to show Ominis the joys of broom flight, things take a drastic turn.
Word Count: ~ 4,400 words
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“I’m not so sure about this.” Ominis holds the broom away from him, not daring to put his leg over the wild thing. 
“You were sure just mere moments ago.” She teases. 
“That was before the damn thing nearly ripped my arm off.” He mumbles. 
She hums in thought then offers, “Perhaps, we should take things slow.” 
Ominis lets out a sigh of relief, but the feeling is short lived as she continues, 
“We can fly together on my broom.” 
He grimaces, “Surely you jest.” 
She walks closer to him and he catches the slight shake of her head, “Not at all. The only way we can get there and back before curfew is by flying.” 
He scowls with a grumbling complaint under his breath. 
“Oh, don’t be that way, Ominis. I think you might enjoy this.” 
“Or, I’ll fall to my death.” 
She snorts, “Then better be quick to cast Levioso on yourself then. Now, come on. We’re losing daylight.” 
She mounts the broom, patting the seat in front of her. He debates with himself on what to do. This is a horrible, ill-advised, reckless plan. But, when will he get another opportunity like this? And he’s heard the rumors of her excellent flying abilities. He lets out an exaggerated sigh as he swings his leg over her broom, dropping the other broom onto the lawn. 
“I better not regret this.” He hisses. 
She can’t stop her wide grin as she scoots closer to him, “Alright, grab hold of the broom with both hands. One in front of the other.” 
Ominis puts his hands around the broom’s handle then they’re just as quickly launched into the air. Her arms fly around his waist as they rocket higher into the sky. 
“Ominis! Even out! You’re pulling too much!” She shouts over the roaring wind. 
He can barely breathe, let alone think. He pushes the broom down, sending them into a downward spiral. His stomach plummets and he can’t make out what she’s trying to say over the air shooting past them. 
Her hands are on his and she speaks in a level voice right into his ear, “Ominis. It’s alright. Follow my movement.” 
She gently pulls up and he does the same until their descent stops, leaving them floating in the air. She lets out a sigh, collapsing against his back. 
“Not exactly how I envisioned our take off going.” She chuckles between heavy pants. His eyes are wide and he’s surprised the death grip he has on the handle hasn’t shattered the polished wood. 
“I nearly killed us.” He murmurs, his body shaking out of his control.
“Nearly. But, not quite.” She slowly removes her hands from his and leans off his back. “How are you fairing?” 
“I want to get off this damnable thing.” He seethes.
She laughs, “But, you’ve already done the hardest part! Granted, we will need to work on takeoffs, but we’re at the best part. Flying.” 
He shakes his head, “No. This was a mistake. I never should’ve gotten on this thing. Now, tell me how to land.” 
She bites her lip, “Ominis.” 
“What?” He snaps. 
She frowns as she takes in the tremors racking through Ominis’ body. A pang of guilt overcomes her at putting him in this position. He’s confessed his desire to fly on a broom before as they were on their way to class. He heard the whoosh of a student passing overhead and he had a slight smile as he mentioned he’s always wanted to learn to fly. It hurt her heart to hear him dismiss the idea as soon as he uttered it. Now that he’s here, he may very well never fly again. Perhaps this was indeed a mistake. Her jaw sets and her head rises with determination. 
She’s not willing to give up just yet. She places her hand on his back. The touch makes him stiffen even more than he already was.
“Take a moment. Breathe. Breathe with me.” She sucks in an audible breath while rubbing her hand up then down his back. “In and out. Slowly. Like this.” 
He matches her breathing, realizing just how frantic he had become. They’re fine, he reminds himself. They’re both fine. He follows the assuasive movement along his back and he’s able to relax himself bit by bit. 
With their hearts no longer threatening to burst out of their chests and his breathing evening out, she continues,
“A broom is only as good as its rider. If you are calm, your broom will be too.” She glances around with a slight grin, “Do you know where we are?”
“Not in the faintest.” 
“Well, take a moment. Feel where we are.” 
Ominis’ relinquishes his tight hold on the broom; enough to let a hand slip into his robes and grab his wand. His wand adjusts his field of view by sending out waves as far as it possibly can. He’s amazed at how much he can make out and he takes notice of the spires surrounding them.
They’re over Hogwarts. About thirty meters above, judging from how far the ground is below them. He can hear the distant chatter of students as they cross in the courtyard. He believes it’s the Transfiguration Courtyard given the sizable tree in the center. 
His shoulders sag with an exhale, the last of his tremors leaving him, “We’re over Hogwarts.” 
She nods, “Yes.” 
He shifts in place, finding some comfort being airborne, but not much.
“We can land if you wish, but I think if you make a lap around the castle, you might enjoy it. Hogwarts from above is truly a sight to behold.” 
“I don’t want to lose control again.” He whispers.
“You won’t.”
He scoffs with his head dismissing her, “Do you not value our wellbeing? Your wellbeing?” 
“I trust you.” 
He’s stunned at her admittance. He almost wants to question her sanity in placing so much faith into him. She shifts to be even closer to him and he’s acutely aware of her arms coming around his waist. 
“Now, trust yourself. I know you can do it.” She encourages. “Once you’re ready, take it slow and lower the handle until it’s in front of you.” 
He takes a deep breath, putting both hands back on the broom with his wand tight in his grip to guide him. He pushes the handle down until they begin to glide forward. 
“Just like that!” She exclaims. 
He grins at his progress as they soar over the rooftops of the castle. Without realizing, he leans towards where he wishes to go. The movement is easy and he can’t help a prideful smile from coming over him at the smooth turn.
“See, you’re a natural.” She beams, further cementing his elation.
He takes them over Hogwarts, his mind reeling from visualizing the campus from above. There’s many sections he didn’t even know existed and others he had new appreciation for. He dives them under one of the stone bridges and flies them through the canyon. He hears the waterfall and river below them. He flies so close to it, water sprays up in a fine mist onto them. 
“I think that’s the Slytherin common room.” She points out to the right of them. 
He glides them closer and he chuckles, “If Sebastian could see us, he’d believe he’d lost his mind. Or that we’ve both lost ours.” 
“You’ll have to surprise him some time. I’d love to see his face as you take off. We could all fly over to Feldcroft and surprise Anne too.” 
Ominis could almost hear Sebastian’s exclamations and Anne’s pure shock. It’s enough to make his stomach flutter. He follows the river towards the Black Lake when he comes to a gentle stop; their feet hover just above the cool waters. 
“Well, where is it you wanted to go?” Ominis turns his head towards her. 
Her grin consumes her whole face at the sight of Ominis’ poorly disguised zeal.
“Towards the right. You’ll need to get us above the treeline though.” She points to their heading and he nods. 
He turns them until she tells him to stop. He takes in a deep breath, enjoying this sensation of floating in the air. Then he takes off. 
Screeching across the lake and going far faster than he ever thought he would be going at the start of this flight. She squeals in delight at his pace and his chest swells at the sound of her joy. He gets them high enough to soar over the treetops. He’s beginning to understand how the broom reads him and it’s becoming nearly intuitive to fly.
“We’re just over the Forbidden Forest!” She yells. 
He smells the fresh pine and the damp air of the forest which accompanies it. Trying to sense the trees below them as they zip by makes his head whirl. While he can’t make out the fine details of the branches, he can tell they’re massive and their thick canopy blocks out the ground below.
“That’s not where we’re going, is it?” He questions. 
“Not at all! It’s forbidden.” She smirks, making him scoff.
“Like that word has any meaning to you!” 
She chuckles and gives him a slight squeeze around his waist, making his chilled cheeks warm. They continue soaring over the countryside. The Forbidden Forest seems almost pleasant being so far above it, he thinks to himself. He keeps them just above the treetops, but he’s sure if he stretches his foot out, he’d kick the top of some of the towering giants poking out.
“Nearly there. Do you see it? It’s just to the left of us.” She says.
He angles them to the left, slowing them as he does so, and he picks up on some sort of structure poking out between the foliage of the forest. 
“What is it?” He wonders as he tries to find a way for them to land. 
“I’m not sure. That’s why we’re here.” 
He finds a clearing near the front of the edifice and begins a slow descent. The tips of his shoes graze the ground while they glide forward until he comes to a complete stop. 
“Here we are.” She says, letting him dismount before she dismisses her broom. “Not bad for your first flight.”
Ominis turns his head towards her with a soft grin, “I’m glad we landed without the aid of Levioso.” 
“As am I.” 
Ominis examines where they are. From what his wand is able to pick up, they’re in front of some sort of ruin. The grand entrance has long since crumbled into a half formed arch. 
“Up for some exploration?” She asks while she heads through the dilapidated entryway. 
Ominis can’t help his grin as he follows her inside into what he suspects was a courtyard. There’s remnants of stone between patches of overgrown grass and ivy under his feet. He lets his hand trace along a moss covered pillar while they venture inside. Wood crunches under their boots as they step over the door and the interior isn’t faring much better than the outside.
“So, how did you stumble upon this place?” Ominis questions. 
The fading sun warms parts of his cheek and neck as it filters in through the many cracks and holes in the deteriorating walls. He reaches his hand out to touch these exposed rays of light in the cool, damp ruin. She admires him basking in the sunlight; envious at how perfect he looks. His windblown hair and easy smile makes this whole scene feel dreamy. She has to avert her gaze to be able to answer him.
“Do you want an honest answer, or that I simply stumbled upon this place by accident?” 
He shoots her a concerned scowl, “I fear I may regret this, but the honest answer.” 
She hums while she kicks a cracked pot over, “I may, or may not, have been in the area dealing with some poachers. And, well, I came here seeking cover while I dispatched them.” 
“You are too reckless for your own good.” He sighs. 
She shrugs, “You must admit this place is amazing. I wonder just how old it is. Or what it once was. I’m sure it was quite stately in its time.” 
Ominis goes towards a shattered wooden long table with a fallen chandelier as its new centerpiece. His fingers trace over the once polished edge as he walks by the rotting relic.
“I’d imagine this was someone’s grand estate. A count’s, perhaps. Given the size.” 
“A count you say?” She looks around the ruined architecture in a vain attempt to picture what this place would’ve looked like when it was alive with people instead of vines. “Shame it’s in ruins now.” She frowns as she stares at a faded portrait hanging precariously on the wall above the fireplace.
They wander towards the back of the estate when she notices wooden boards laying on the floor. As she approaches, she realizes the boards are covering a hole in the ground.
“Oh. What’s this?” She kneels next to the wood boards and peers into the darkness below. Ominis joins her, his head tilting to the side in curiosity. 
“See anything?” He asks.
She shakes her head, “No. It’s too dark.” 
Ominis’ hand scours the grass-covered ground around him until he finds a palm-sized rock. He slips the rock between a gap and lets it fall. He presses his ear in the opening and listens to the rock clattering at the bottom. Based on the echoes, he believes this is an actual room rather than a hole in the ground.
“Anything?” She wonders.
“There’s certainly something there. I believe this may have been the cellar.” 
“Stand back.” She gets to her feet, pulling out her wand as she does. Ominis stands next to her. 
“Depulso!” She swishes her wand and the boards are reduced to splinters. She’s quick to lean over the edge again, sticking her wand into the opening. “Lumos.” 
The ghostly hum is higher than her own as she catches glimpses of dusty stone flooring and walls from her wand’s cold light. She looks over to Ominis, “It’s not too far of a drop. Let’s investigate!” 
Before he can object, she’s already jumping into the opening. He hears her land with a ‘huff’.
“Come on! What’re you waiting for?” She yells at him when he doesn’t make any sort of movement.
He groans to himself as he sits on the edge of the hole, his feet swinging into the abyss. He takes a sharp breath before he falls in after her. He lands with a slight grunt, but he’s pleased he stayed on his feet. His wand picks up what he heard and this is indeed a room of some kind. The musty, moldy air makes his nose crinkle in disgust. He hears her walking towards the far wall. 
“Cellar indeed. Although…,” She brings her illuminated wand closer to the wall. 
“What is it?” Ominis joins in with her examination. He reaches out and touches a large metal ring attached to the wall.
“I think it can be opened.” She takes several steps back and he does the same. “Accio!”
She rips the lid of the case off, letting it crash to the ground, and she gasps in shock. Something knocks into his foot. He frowns at the object being far too light for a rock or piece of stone. He kneels down and his fingers graze over the object. It’s spherical in nature and there’s two large holes then two smaller ones. He traces over several ridges until a clear picture forms in his mind. His hand reels back.
“A crypt.” He exclaims. “We’re in a crypt.” 
“It does appear that we are.” 
He whips his wand around, searching for a way out. He crosses to the other side, but he can’t detect any sort of stairs. He does however sense a hallway leading underneath the estate. He stands near the entrance of the corridor and a chill shoots down his spine when a cold draft gusts into his face.
“I don’t like the feel of this place.” He murmurs. 
“Oh, there’s no reason for such angst. It’s just a long, dark hallway inside an abandoned, creepy crypt. What could possibly go wrong?” She smirks as she takes the lead down the hallway with nary a hitch in her steps. 
“I can think of plenty.” Ominis states while following after her. “I will admit, I do admire your bravery. This is certainly not a place for those of the faint hearted.” 
She giggles, her amusement echoing off into the distance, “I can admit the same of you, Ominis. I’m starting to believe there’s a bit of Gryffindor underneath all that green.” 
A smile splays across him and he can’t suppress his chuckle. He is surprised he’s not more upset with being potentially trapped in a tomb. If he were here with anyone else, he imagines he would be far more vexed with the situation than he is. It seems her adventurous nature is quite contagious and he finds himself eager to discover more secrets to this long forgotten place. 
The hallway takes them into an open room. Their footsteps reverberate into the vast nothingness.  
She lets out a gasp, “It’s huge.” She waves her wand around in an attempt to penetrate the darkness, but it’s like a thick veil is placed in front of her. “We’re probably the only ones who've set foot here in some time.”
“I don’t see a way out though.” Ominis frowns. “The room dead ends here.” 
“Perhaps there’s a secret entrance somewhere.” She heads towards the center of the room. 
He snorts to himself at her guileless wonder and excitement. They move through the open room, noting the columns supporting the ground above them are in rather good shape considering the rest of the fallen estate. 
“It’s so eerie here.” She observes. “Like the air is completely still.”
“Almost like we aren’t supposed to be here.” He teases. 
She chuckles, “Fair point.” She smiles as she looks at him. He’s enjoying himself far more than he’s pretending to be. “I am glad you’re here with me. Even if all we find is just a big, dusty room.” 
He takes in a sharp breath at her statement, hating how easily she could send him spiraling with just one comment. The sounds of pebbles dragging against stone catches his attention. It’s not coming from her though. It almost sounds like feet shuffling the more Ominis tunes into the noise.
“Did you hear that?” He questions.
She freezes where she’s at and turns her attention to her companion. His head turns more towards where he first heard the noise. She strains her ears to do the same, but she only hears ringing due to the silence of the place. 
“I don’t hear-,” 
“Behind you!” Ominis shouts just as an arm swipes at her. 
In a flash, she’s suddenly next to him. He almost can’t believe it and his wand can barely comprehend how she achieved such a feat. It’s like she transformed into magic then reappeared next to him. He can’t dwell on the moment though as the room erupts into groans and growls.
“Inferi!” She cries out. “Fire’s the only way to kill them.” 
There’s several coming towards them, more than he can count. He readies himself and she does the same. 
“Where are they? I hear them, but I don’t see them.” She states, her head turning every which way. 
“There!” Ominis points towards where he hears at least three.
“Confringo!” She lights one on fire and the sparks ignite those around it. Burnt flesh consumes the air and she’s able to see enough from the immolated corpses to continue her attacks.
Ominis is suddenly aware of more Inferi coming behind them. He turns and casts, “Incendio!” 
A blast of flames knocks two of them back, leaving him the chance to cast Confringo on those still standing. 
“Bombardo!” She explodes the ones getting close to them, rocking the ground and walls, and sending gravel on top of them.
“Depulso!” He knocks the rest away, leaving a clearing for them to retreat back down the hallway. He grabs her free hand and tugs her from the battle. 
“Bombardo!” She blasts the ceiling and he can hear the room collapsing just behind them, nearly knocking them off their feet from the impact. Unfortunately, not all the Inferi are caught in the rubble. She keeps firing spells down the hallway while he dodges them past swiping arms reaching out from the crumbling stone walls. They manage to get back into the room they dropped into when she wiggles her hand from his tight grasp. 
There’s a surge in the air, one which electrifies his skin and overwhelms his senses. He’s amazed to find this surge to be stemming from her. She lets out a cry and the entrance to the hallway topples down with a roaring clap of thunder, blocking the Inferi from chasing them. Dust blasts into the room, staining their mouths, and the ground shakes under their feet. Their relief doesn’t last long as more Inferi begin to clamor out from the caskets lining the walls. 
“This way!” She grabs his hand and guides him back underneath the hole. She glances around at the Inferi nearly free from their stone confines. 
Ominis readies himself to face the remaining Inferi when she turns towards him. 
“I’m going to cast Levioso on you. Then you’ll be able to reach the ledge. Ready?” 
Before he can question, she quickly casts, “Levioso!” 
His feet leave the ground and he levitates in the air. He barely catches himself from flipping around. His mind whirls into overdrive and he reaches out towards the ledge. He grabs on and pulls himself up. He searches for her below and he finds her just underneath him. He hears her rapid fire of spells to keep the horde at bay, but she’s about to be swarmed with Inferi on all sides. Without any more hesitation he yells, “Accio!” 
She’s yanked up to him with a surprised gasp leaving her. She lands right on top of him, sending them both crashing to the ground. They’re both panting, their hearts beating frantically. She manages to push herself up to look down at him. 
“Are you alright?” She asks. 
“Never better.” He groans. 
She laughs, falling back onto him with a sigh, “You sure do know how to make things exciting, Gaunt.” 
His chest rumbles under her as they both laugh. 
“If I remember correctly, I believe you were the one to say ‘what could go wrong’. Seems the universe was apt to show you just how wrong things could go.” 
“Seems so.” She giggles, finding enough energy to roll off of him.
Below them, they can still hear the faint groaning of the Inferi. His hand pats the ground until he finds what he’s searching for. He grabs her hand and gives her a squeeze with a soft sigh.
“You are unharmed, yes? They didn’t hurt you?” His tender voice makes her heart skip a beat.
She glances towards Ominis, noting his face firmly plastered to the ceiling above them. 
“I’m okay.” She reassures him with a squeeze of her own. She watches his chest rise in a deep breath and the sight makes her cheeks warm for some reason. 
She releases his hand to prop herself up with a wide grin.
“Well, this hasn’t been quite the adventure I had in mind, but at least I’ll have you back before curfew.” 
Ominis chuckles as he stands, dusting himself off, “I believe you’ve satiated my need for adventure for the day. For the month even.”
He offers his hand to her and helps her to her feet. She takes in the disheveled sight of the Slytherin boy. His hair is wild and untamed from their fight. Dark soot and dust coats his reddish cheeks and stains his formally tidy robes. It’s a good look on him, she decides before she brushes a few pebbles, leaves, and other small debris from his hair and shoulders. His eyes are wide at the gesture and he’s forgotten how to breathe for a moment. 
“I think you’ll find yourself craving such reckless activities. In fact, you’ll be practically begging to come on another adventure with me.” She smirks, satisfied with her efforts in preening him, then heads back towards the entrance. He coughs, willing himself to calm down, before catching up to her.
“Will I? I’m not one to beg, you know.” He smirks right back at her. 
They arrive back at the entrance of the sullied manor with the sun having long since set, leaving them both bathed in the moonlight. The cold light of the moon makes the boy next to her seem otherworldly. And if she were to try to reach out to him, he would simply vanish like an all too pleasant dream. She’s thankful he can’t see her staring. Or, perhaps he could in his own way. Perhaps he could feel her awestruck gaze upon him as it whispers across his skin. 
She bites her lip while she summons her broom, “Guess we’ll see, won’t we?” 
“I suppose so.” He replies in a near whisper.
She holds the broom between them, letting him mount first. He settles himself on the broom, finding it far more natural than when they started earlier this afternoon. A crack of a twig makes Ominis turn his head towards the forest. While he almost dismisses it as an animal, something about it makes him pause. 
“What is it?” She wonders, turning her gaze to what’s got his attention.
“I’m… not sure.” He gets the distinct impression they’re being watched. Not just by one set of eyes either.
Out of the shadows of the night’s embrace, a masked man steps forward.
“Hello, lovelies.” He greets, twirling his wand between his fingers with a malicious grin. Her hand grips Ominis’ forearm and her whole body is frigid as more people emerge from the shadows. “Was hopin’ you’d come back ‘er, lil’ girl. We’ve been waitin’ for ya.”
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Read Part 2 Here
AN: Did I get carried away? Without a doubt. But, I really wanted to have some Ominis adventures sooooo here we are. I did my best in the combat, but that's one of my weaker writing skills in my opinion *stares at my part two with even more action*
I think I maaaay have abused his wand's 'seeing' ability quite heavily here, but ehhhhhh magic am i right???? ...right? 💀💀💀💀💀
I've never tagged peeps before so uh hopefully this is right 😂-> @mehnotenoughtime
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itsnicsalad · 22 days ago
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wanted to get this idea out of my head before i move on to other things aye🤙
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sketchtropolis · 3 months ago
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Breathe.
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Progress under the cut
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dragondawdles · 11 months ago
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peace and love on planet earth
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screwpinecaprice · 2 months ago
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She's not like other girls
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candyje11yfish · 21 days ago
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CALLIE!!!💖💜💙
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leisi-lilacdreams · 4 months ago
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mikey and splinter are off camera ironing more flags leo just grabbed the first one done lol
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magicicephoenix · 16 days ago
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Sun actually wearing his jacket for once
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handthattakes · 4 months ago
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Her name……….. is Howdy. Howdy the cowboy vampire. Howdy says say happy birthday to my girlfriend or else
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goated33 · 10 months ago
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In laws
Bonus:
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isjasz · 11 months ago
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The Promised Neverland manga spoilers!
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[Day 201]
Everyone blame cherrysherin2 (go check out this art that made me absolutely lose it) I take no responsibility
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nnobodoodles · 8 months ago
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couldn't put the images in the tags or a reply and didn't want to junk the reblogs needlessly but if you were still thinking about op screencap redraws... this smoker specifically has been on my mind. mans is just vibin'.
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He really is! Just laying in the sun with a nice cup of coffee ✨☕ Thank you so much for the ask! Will include him in his regular outfit next time I do a batch so I thought, why not do both? These screenshots are golden, kinda combined them because I like how he looks more relaxed in the manga panel.
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yourlocalabomination · 7 months ago
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Your Wagon Is On Fire!
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zephyrartz-owo · 5 months ago
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Mental Health Tip! Don't skip meals lest you be fighting demons
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crystallizsch · 5 months ago
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i had a massive crush on jay (and uma) from descendants when i was younger btw
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the descendants to twst pipeline is real i hate it here
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leighsartworks216 · 4 days ago
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Sylus waking up with you in his arms and greedily curling even further around you, holding you as close to him as possible, when his hand touches something wet and warm. It's by your legs, on the covers, so his first thought is that you're on your period. But... wait, didn't you have it a couple weeks ago???
You're woken up by him roughly pulling himself away and throwing the covers off of you, turning you onto your back so he can find the source. It's hard to miss the big spot of red soaking through your shirt.
He hadn't thought to check you over, honestly. Yes, you got back from a mission and practically passed out the second you laid down, but he didn't think you got hit at all. Pissed because you didn't say anything. Pissed because you wrote off your heal so easily. Pissed because he didn't notice.
And you're left watching through a daze as he treats you. His brow is furrowed. His movements are rougher than usual, but he eases up when you wince. He staunchly refuses to meet your eyes.
But the worst part is the silence. He doesn't say anything. His teeth are clenched, jaw twitching with every stitch and bloody gauze. You try to get him to speak, but he bites his tongue. Nothing he says right now will help; it would only do more damage. So he stays silent.
Once the bandage is secure around you, he lifts you up and sets you back down on the couch to deal with the bloody sheets, but not without tossing a fresh shirt onto the arm of the couch.
You're in near tears. The guilt and ache in your heart extends to every cell in your body, all-consuming and painful. He's midway through pulling off the extensive silk sheets when you wrap your arms around him from behind, hugging him tightly, face pressed into his back, begging him to please just say anything.
The room is still. His heartbeat is erratic as ever, but it seems to stutter and jostle more right now. His breaths are deep and heavy.
He woke up, holding his love, with your blood staining his hand. It scared him to his core. Instilled so much fear into his system, he doesn't know how to cope. He can't get the words out right now, not in the calm way he needs to, but he doesn't shove you away. He relishes the contact, truly. The feeling of your breath heating up his shirt as you cling to him. The way your hands clutch at the fabric over his abs. The squeeze of your arms around his sides.
He's still so pissed. He can't- he doesn't want to hurt you, even if he was a bit harsher than strictly necessary when tending your injury.
So he places his hand over yours. You slip one out to rest over his, holding onto it like a lifeline. And he stays there.
The blood is starting to soak into the mattress. The silk is all but completely ruined. Your shirt is still stained, transferring to his own clothes in the hug.
But you're alive.
You're alive.
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