#marvolo gaunt headcanon

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Gaunt Family Headcanons

Hi I have thought way too much about Ominis and his immediate family, and have come up with entire personalities and lives for each of them and how they interact with Ominis, so please enjoy this info dump.

Warnings: Abuse, cruelty, murder, suicide...

Cassius Gaunt - The Father

The name in Latin means "hollow" or "vain". Born in 1836. He was an intimidating man. When both of his parents died, he was left with the family fortune---or what was left of it. He forbade his sister Noctua from touching a single knut of the squandered wealth, and it was only because she didn't argue she ever stayed in good graces. He took a young bride, one of his second cousins, the moment her parents deemed her old enough to marry. A blood purist to the core, he wanted to make sure his children all knew the importance of the blood in their veins---the blood of Salazar Slytherin.

He had a desperate need for control, one that overtook him completely. As he children grew, he was quick to anger and 'correct' them in their mistakes. Magic was often used as punishment, and he was an expert of bending his children to his will. He encouraged competition between them, challenging them who could learn dark spells the fastest, preform them the best---but always favored his eldest. It was his worst kept secret.

His youngest, on the other hand... He had no love for. Whatever short supply he'd been born with had been used on the others already, and when Ominis was born, born blind, he had no sympathy. Of course, he tried to control him, just like the others. But he hardly mattered, in the long run. As long as he stayed in line, bowed down to his unyielding hand, there wouldn't be a problem.

Aurora Gaunt - The Mother

The name Aurora is the Roman goddess of daybreak. Why this name? It's so in contrast with Noctua. Born in 1847, Aurora was a young wife. Merely 16 when Cassius laid claim on her. She was an unfit mother. Manipulative to the highest degree. She could do no wrong---she was sure to make that clear. Any wrong movement could lead to an outburst of yelling or tears.

Ominis had not been expected. She wasn't planning on another child. But she adored the attention of being pregnant again, so she played the part of an happily expecting mother. When he was born, all hell broke loose. She screamed and fretted, and she was sure they tried everything---everything to cure his blindness. It was to no avail. When she realized that would be how it was, no matter what, she once again played a part---this time of the overly worried mother of the small pitiful blind boy.

She would tell Ominis how lucky he was to have her as a mother, how any other woman would have thrown him out, left him for dead. He was so dreadfully difficult to raise, she'd tell him. She loved him, she said, even if no one else ever would.

Marvolo Gaunt - The Eldest

The name "Marvolo" implies something "marvelous." "Volo" can also be taken as "I want", and in combination, may be read "I want to be marvelous." Born in 1865, he was the oldest of the Gaunts, and therefore, the promised heir of all their wealth. This led to him taunting and belittling his siblings constantly. In his eagerness to please his father, he quickly mastered dark spells and wasn't shy about using them---even on his kin. He was biding his time, a spoiled and cruel child, just waiting for the wealth to be his.

If only there was any wealth to be had.

By the time he came of age, it had all been spent. They had to start selling things, letting go of servants, just to keep the manor. His whole life he had been trained and told to be the perfect heir of the Gaunts, that he would live a life in luxury from his name alone. The cruelty and anger that had always been within him grew stronger and stronger.

It was a relief for Ominis when Marvolo found a cousin to take to wife and left the house, as he had been experiencing the brunt of his anger. His wife died after the birth of his second child, Merope, a fact he held against his daughter for the rest of his life.

Calidus Gaunt - The Second

The word "Callidus" in Latin means clever---a trait that the second son had plenty of. Born in 1867, he grew and discovered he was second in everything. Nothing he did was ever enough to please their father, and he grew to resent everyone in his house.

His cruelty wasn't as outward and bold as Marvolo's. Instead, it was carefully plotted. He'd sow seeds to arguments, spreading lies and rumors and watching from afar as the others came crumbling down. He grew to love the chaos he started, and it became his specialty.

He especially loved making Ominis's life harder in any way he could. It was easy to take frustrations out on him---he was so helpless when he was young.

Soon, Calidus moved out, determined to start life on his own. Like his brother, he took another cousin to wife. He used his skills in cheating and lying to start a shady business, and found success. The money he earned fueled his drinking, a habit he had picked up after marriage. He was the first of the Gaunt siblings to die. No one had heard from him in a while, nor his wife. A few short years after their marriage they were found dead in their bed. It was chalked up to a shady deal gone wrong. No one was ever charged for their murders.

Vidia Gaunt - The Dearest

The name Vidia stemmed from the word "Invidia", meaning "envy" in latin. Born in 1868. As the only daughter, she was treated differently. She wasn't pushed as hard to become anything, to be anyone. But she took after her brothers nonetheless.

Like her mother, she quickly learned that her emotions were the key to getting what she wanted. She threw tantrums like no other, feeling a constant need for attention. She was the youngest for quite some time---and she reveled in it. It wasn't a surprise that she hated Ominis from the moment he was born.

He took her attention from their mother. While she wasn't cruel with her actions, she used her words, belittling him and blaming him for everything that went wrong.

When she was whisked away and married off to a pureblood family, she was desperate for children. But that never happened. She was never able to conceive. Her husband was killed in a duel about 10 years after their marriage, and she was suddenly utterly alone. The small house she called home burned down in a bright blaze late one night, and judging from the way her burnt corpse was sat comfortably in her armchair, it was ruled as a suicide.

Ominis Gaunt - The Unwanted

"Ominis" is Latin for "Omen." Born in 1875, seven years after the next youngest, it was made clear from a very young age that he was a mistake. This, in combination with his blindness, made it feel as if the whole world was against him. In most ways, it was.

There was only one small bit of hope in his life---his Aunt Noctua.

He allowed her to change him. To steer him off the dark path his siblings had walked down. He had decided from a young age that he didn't want to be anything like them---Noctua's help was all he needed to follow through with that. She taught him the difference between wrong and right, and he forever regretting the wrong he had inflicted on others when he felt powerless.

He refused to be cruel. Refused to lead with hate, or envy, or pride. He wanted to be good. So he was.

He disowned his family name, taking the name Sallow because that was the only family he had ever known.

Bonus - Aunt Noctua - The Savior

The word "Noctua" means "Night Owl" in Latin. Everything that Aurora, the day, was, she was the opposite. The days that Aurora declared she's had enough, she was done trying to raise such a difficult child, Noctua would take Ominis into her home and remind him that he was worth more than he could ever know.

She taught him to read braille. To use that spell with his wand. To live. To love.

She tried to help each of the Gaunt children---but none of them would listen. None besides Ominis. She poured her soul out to him, determined not to let this child slip away like the others had.

Noctua never married. She disappeared, and her brother couldn't be bothered to look for her. But she'd left her mark on Ominis, a mark that would live with him always.

ANYWAYS there's my info dump, thanks for reading. This is the version of the Gaunt family I have for my Ominis fic Safety, and while I'm only touching on bits and pieces of it in the fic itself, I wanted all the thoughts and plans I'd made to go somewhere so here you go lol.

[legacyshenanigans]

Ominis and Marvolo both having the "Ghost ability" where they appear out of nowhere becuase theyre so damn quiet on their feet 🤣

MC: *in the kitchen making a drink*

Marvolo: *leaning on a kitchen counter having a cig* Oh by the way, last ni-

MC: *flinches and drops the bottle of juice gripping her chest*

Marvolo: (?!)..Jesus! What?!

MC: Where the HELL did you come from?

Marvolo: I've been stood here for a minute or so.

MC: *sigh* I didn't hear you, goodness me.

Marvolo: *smirks*

MC: Do you know where Ominis is by the way? I'm supposed to be going into town with him shortly and-

Ominis: *leaning against another kitchen counter on the other side* I'm here.

MC: *flinches and turns harshly to face him* CHRIST!? Where the f-

Marvolo and Ominis: *chuckle in unison*

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[crime-in-progress]

Okay so, hear me out: young Ville Valo as Marvolo Gaunt.

RIGHT?

Also bonus video clip: When asked about the allegations of muggle torture taking place in the Gaunt manor basement and the all-around questionable moral reputation of the family:

lol sorry I just couldn't help myself.

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₊˚⊹♡ Ominis Gaunt bot: Prompt: You're sitting in the Great Hall eating breakfast with your best friend when he turns his blind gaze to you and asks who you're going to the Yule Ball with.

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[capriddle]

I have this headcanon where Voldemort was convinced he got his beauty from his mother's family. Then he sees Morfin.

[legacyshenanigans]

KECKCJDKDIXIDIEIDI 😩💜

I adore it!! Thank you so mucccch!!! 💚💚💚

Don't you dare apologise! It's perfect! 😊

| Quick sketch // Marvolo Gaunt × MC |

~ Hogwarts Legacy ~

Aurora's design (MC) belongs to @legacyshenanigans

Sorry for the very quick sketch 😭

I don't have much time to draw those days 💔 But I really hope you like it ♡

(sorry I didn't really know how to draw Marvolo JDBSJDNKDNEKDJDJEJ I suck at drawing men 😭)

[legacyshenanigans]

The Gaunt Brothers 🐍

Childhood post

1year old Ominis 7 year old Marvolo.

Ophelia: Marvolo, keep an eye on your brother for a moment. *leaves the room*

Marvolo: *sighs*

Ominis: *sat up on the floor*

Marvolo: *looking at him* ....*blows a raspberry at him*

Ominis: (??) *giggles*

Marvolo: (?!) *small smile and blows another raspberry*

Ominis: *giggles louder and claps hands*

Marvolo: *chuckles and gets down onto the floor and sits in front of Ominis, booping his nose, blowing another raspberry*

Ominis: *smiles and crawls into Marvolos lap*

Marvolo: (?!)

Ominis: *cuddles him*

Marvolo: .....*smiles and cuddles him back*

Ophelia: *in the doorway with a tear in her eye, giving them an endearing smile*

~

[lumaconstante]

First kiss [ Ominis Gaunt x Muggle!READER]

Summary: Ominis Gaunt shares a tender moment with the Muggle girl he’s been visiting in secret. One quiet evening, while dancing together in her kitchen, he takes a leap of courage and experiences his first kiss.

Warnings: Fluffy, sweet, first kiss, Ominis being soft and vulnerable.

The night was quiet, and the kitchen in her house was bathed in a soft, golden light. Ominis stood by the counter, his fingers tracing the edges of the granite while he listened to her fiddling with the old record player on the table nearby. He had promised himself this would be a brief visit, but, as always, leaving wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

— There! — you exclaimed cheerfully as the music started to play, filling the room with a gentle and captivating melody.

Ominis tilted his head, listening intently.

— What song is this? — he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

— It’s one of my mother’s favorites — you replied. — I like listening to it when I want to relax.

You stepped closer, holding out your hand to him.

— Dance with me?

Ominis let out a soft laugh, hesitant.

— Me? Dance? I think you’re underestimating my… minor coordination issue.

— Oh, stop it — you said, taking his hand. — I’ll guide you.

He let you lead him, the warmth of your hand sending a comforting sensation through him. Soon, his feet were moving in time with the slow rhythm of the music. At first, he was tense, as though afraid of stepping on your toes or doing something wrong. But as you laughed and encouraged him, he began to relax.

— See? It’s not so hard.

— Maybe because you’re guiding me so well — he admitted, a genuine smile on his face.

The two of you moved slowly around the kitchen, the sounds of the music and your laughter filling the space. Ominis could catch the faint scent of dish soap mixed with the subtle fragrance of your perfume.

— Do you realize how different this is from anything I’ve ever experienced? — he asked softly.

— Different how?

— In my family… happiness isn’t exactly encouraged. Moments like this… they’re rare. — His voice carried a hint of melancholy, but there was gratitude there, too. — Thank you for giving me this.

You stopped moving but kept your hands intertwined with his.

— Ominis… you deserve to be happy.

He felt his heart race, the closeness between you making the air feel almost tangible. Your fingers still held his, but now, he could sense that you were even closer.

It was in that moment that he gathered his courage.

Without overthinking, Ominis took a small step forward, leaning slightly toward the sound of your breath. His heart pounded, but when his lips finally met yours, everything seemed to fall into place.

The kiss was sweet, shy, and full of unspoken emotions. There was no urgency, just a genuine connection, as if the entire world had disappeared and only this moment remained.

When you pulled apart, he let out a soft, nervous laugh.

— I… I hope that was… appropriate.

You smiled, gently touching his face.

— It was perfect.

He didn’t need to see you to know you were smiling. He could hear it in your voice, feel it in every word, every gesture. And for the first time in a long time, Ominis Gaunt allowed himself to believe that he could be loved.

[crescentlxna]

The birth of envy

Friday, December 31st, 1926.

Last Protocol of the Year.

This evening, a young woman came to us to find shelter from the icy cold winds blowing across London, a snowstorm has been raging for multiple days already, yet today it had been exceptionally bad. The streets were unusable during the morning hours, traffic stuck for hours. Without questioning how the woman even made it to our humble orphanage, miss Cole had ordered us to take in the pregnant lady.

Minutes after arriving, she suddenly began clutching her womb, and miss Cole’s and I‘s gaze met, both knowing exactly what was happening—She was having contractions, but by the look of it, she’s had them for a while already, the young woman not looking surprised by it. I swiftly ushered our children into their respective rooms, not wanting to scare them with a potentially difficult childbirth. Meanwhile, Miss Cole had already helped the young miss to a spare room.

When I joined them, the poor woman was grasping onto anything she could reach, my coworker patting her pale skin with a cool cloth. This was not the New Year’s Eve we had expected, yet we couldn’t just abandon a fellow woman in such a vulnerable position. We both quietly wondered why she would seek medical care in an orphanage and not a hospital, but maybe, we thought, she was unable to continue to the nearest hospital.

The labor was a difficult process for all of us, the babys head simply wouldn’t push through, and the miss grew weaker and weaker on us. Having already been in an unfortunate condition upon arrival, we had expected it.

Another push from her, yet the child would slip back in. I wanted to help, but it was too dangerous. I felt enormous pity and anxiety throughout the labor, we were scared that neither her nor her unborn child would survive. She was so young, barely 19 it seemed, yet her body had been weakened, her spirit broken down, and her will for life was barely there. A shiver ran down my spine, not only from the howling wind, but also from her condition. Emaciated, a hollow face, and she generally seemed confused and uncomfortable by our presence.

After another hour, the moonlight being our only light source at the time, i could finally see it—the head was now fully out, and with another push, a surprisingly healthy baby boy had been born. He immediately began to cry, feeling cold and disoriented, much like his mother. I swaddled the sweet child in my apron, as we didn’t have anything else to shield the boy from the cold, and handed him over to his awaiting mother. I began crying, not out of relief, but pity for both the child and the young girl. She was bleeding heavily, and I knew she wouldn’t pull through. Had we had a doctor, maybe, she would have survived. Yet the baring labor was too much for her brittle body, the color fading from her thin face by the second. She rubbed the boys cheek, continuing to look at him as it it was a farewell. I think that she, too, knew that her life would end soon.

“Tom Marvolo Riddle”—she whispered quietly, speaking up for the first time during her short lived visit.

That’s the name she chose for the newborn—named after the boys father and maternal grandfather. Yet before we could ask her about the father’s whereabouts, her brown eyes closed for the last time, a tear rolling down her cheek. It seemed like the deceased mother had nobody in her life to support her. Maybe that’s why she came here, to ensure her child had a home.

She died, yet the boy lived. What a tragedy, something that will haunt us for the rest of our lives.

As if he sensed her last breath, the boy grew restless seconds after her passing. Not me or miss Cole were able to console little Tom. He cried for hours, trying to reach out for someone that was no longer there, his face visibly stressed. It broke our hearts, so we have decided to take him in, despite the shortage of food and supplies we have left.

I wonder how he will live with such knowledge of his mother’s passing.

- Annaliese Brown.

[legacyshenanigans]

Omfg! 🤣

I love you 💚💜

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Your Marvolo series has me feeling so many different things rn so please accept these memes 😂🖤

@legacyshenanigans

[writing-intheundercroft]

Gaunt Family Headcanons

Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt were cousins. Due to the dwindling Gaunt line, they consolidated the family tree by marrying, leaving Noctua as their only eligible bride. Mr. Gaunt, her older brother, wanted to marry her off to a great pureblood house.

All of the major houses within the Sacred 28 submitted sons to court Noctua, but she turned down each offer. Noctua decided to become a governess, which deeply insulted all of the families (an offense not forgotten by the time the Gaunt children started seeking out their own matches).

The Gaunts have five children: Marvolo, Cedrella, Dorcas, Apolline, and Ominis. Mr. Gaunt urged his wife to continue having children until he had both an heir and a spare to the Gaunt legacy. Marvolo was fifteen by the time Ominis was born.

Desperate after having three girls, Mrs. Gaunt turned to dark magic to ensure her next baby was a boy. She was relieved when the midwife showed her the beautiful blond baby boy, and was not surprised to find out he was blind (there is always an exchange when dealing with dark magic).

Marvolo and Cedrella never cared for Ominis; they were already at Hogwarts by the time he was born. Ominis got along quite well with his other sisters, Dorcas and Apolline, until they started playing with the unforgivable curses for fun.

Mr. Gaunt picked up a gambling habit after Ominis was born. The other pureblood families, eager to put the Gaunts in their place after Noctua's denial of their sons, start colluding with one another to swindle their fortune. Only the Blacks remained loyal to the Gaunts.

Noctua disappeared when Ominis was ten. It was quickly spread within the pureblood social circle that she had run off with a muggleborn lover; despite vehemently denying the accusations, Mr. Gaunt had no proof to back it up.

Noctua knew her mission to find the scriptorium would be dangerous, and made arrangements for her belongings just in case. She left her precious Slytherin locket to Ominis, her favorite nephew. Mrs. Gaunt read this in her will and decided to pocket the heirloom, believing it was better suited for one of the older children.

Due to their relationship with Headmaster Black, all of the older Gaunt children were granted permission to bring snake companions with them to Hogwarts. Ominis was the only one to not have a pet snake.

Mr. Gaunt faced immense pressure to get his daughters out of the house once they graduated from Hogwarts. Mrs. Gaunt just thought he was being picky with their matches, but truthfully he and Marvolo had to scrounge up galleons for their dowries.

A/N: I love thinking about the downfall of the Gaunt family and how they can go from the height of society to destitute by the time voldy is born. Also the idea of Noctua being an independent lady who refused to get married

[dreambender96]

Hopping on the trend with our favorite murder husband. 🐍

[mrsnerdygirl]

Sixteen year old Tom Riddle stood frozen in front of the destroyed house . It was scary , dark and abolished , just like his life , his soul , this was his legacy . He approached the huge house , noticing the dead snake on the doorframe , that was hanging there , its eyes opened , two dark slits , warning everyone who dared to try and enter the mess , that his mother used to call home , or at least he thought she did . Tom had never met his mother , he didn’t know what she looked like , nor how her touch felt , how her voice sounded , but that was amazing . Words couldn’t describe how mad he was with her, how much rage he held against his birth giver . For some reason though , his rage towards his mother couldn’t compare to the many emotions he held against that man , that man that was the reason he is Tom Marvolo Riddle .

When he entered he met his uncle , the man that without knowing it had changed his life . He went there to take a piece of that bloodline with him , the bloodline that would end soon , because he couldn’t continue it, not with the curse on his back , not with his own name following him around , like a ghost whose destiny was to hunt him . He came out knowing where his father lived , knowing that a piece of his own DNA was alive , breathing every day , knowing that Tom existed , never bothering to look for him . “Of course not , thought the young boy , he wouldn’t look for the witch’s son.”

He was so close to his blood , to his living relatives . He never knew how his mother looked like , but when he left the Gaunt house, the ring of Salazar Slytherin tightly wrapped on his hand , he knew, nothing like him , because Tom and his father shared more than their name , they shared a face . As he went up the hill , he hoped that the mad man was wrong , that he was mistaken , because Tom couldn’t think of a worse curse than having to live with the image of that muggle .

He stood in front of the mansion , it was beautiful , well kept , the opposite of the house that stood not too far way . He gazed through the window , looking at the grant entryway , filled with expensive souvenirs. He opened the door , and put a silencing charm on himself , insuring that whoever occupied the house wouldn’t be able to hear him . On that richly decorated hallway , stood young Tom Riddle , gazing back at his own face . On top of the grant staircase hang the portrait of a boy , who must have been his age . He sat on a chair , in the middle of his haughty looking parents . They were like all the rich people Tom had met , haughty , wealthy , rude and full of themselves , so sure on their riches , that they forgot about everything else . They were not on the level of the pureblood families , the children of which he associated with . Tom stared in his own eyes , painted perfectly on the boy’s face , no not just any boy , his father , the man who abounded him , who left him alone in poverty , to suffer while he ran off to his rich family .

The curse was real , he shared the same filthy blood , name and face as the muggle . Without knowing why he went through the wooden door on his right , where he clearly heard voices . The drawing room matched the outside of the house , rich looking , impressive even . Three heads turned his way . The older man , who he saw in the portrait got up first , like his wife and son , still in his dinner clothing , looking shocked and angry : “Who are you ?” , his voice was loud , harsh and rude . Without thinking much about it , he lifted his wand , and a shiny lightning came out , hitting him straight to his chest . The woman screamed , but soon , not even a second later , she too dropped dead , eyes opened , staring at the ceiling . “Mother ? what have you done ? what in the bloody hell are you ? “ , Tom stared at eyes as dark as his , at features the same as his , he never cared about his looks , not until he realized he could use them to get what he wanted , but for some reason now he was angry at the looks of this man . His “father “ raised his hand , and Tom noticed a wedding band . Perhaps he was engaged , perhaps married, and that just made him madder , because someone got to have this man in his life , a child got to have this man , when all Tom wanted as a kid was for his dad , or a relative even , to come and take him away forever . Someone like him , who understood his ideas , because they were the same , they were just like him . He waited for so long , not knowing that the hero he wished for didn’t care , the hero had forgotten about him , hadn’t bothered thinking beyond the muggle village . Tom smirked at Tom senior’s expression , and this time he spoke , feeling the wave of power radiate through his arm to the wand ; “Avada Kadavra “ .

It wasn’t the first time he used the spell , it wouldn’t be the last , but it surely felt different . He killed his father’s family , his own blood , made a Horcrux , separated a part of his soul once again , and blamed Morfin Gaunt for everything . He walked away from the houses ,leaving Little Hangleton behind , together with his family history , vowing to build a name for himself , one that would have nothing to do with his past , one that people would fear and would recognize as great and powerful , one that would be his and his only .

So , i dont know how accurate this is but in my opinion, Tom didnt know his dad lived in the village, because noone knew who his dad was , so noone could have told him about it . I think he just went in the village to see his mum's house as well as get the ring . I also think that he didnt want to kill him uncle to make the Horcrux , but i dont know who he was planning to kill , maybe a muggle and then frame his uncle ? Anyways so yeah that was my version of what happened to the Riddles .

[capriddle]

In Bellatrix Voldemort saw his father again: handsome and rich. In Bellatrix Voldemort saw his mother again: a noble pure-blood witch. From her he had the love he never had from them, but he was too afraid of ending up like his mother and for this reason he never admitted his feelings: he could not bear to be rejected again.

[legacyshenanigans]

@auxiliare 💚

Marvolo: * killin' for fun, choppin' up bods *

Me:

I can't stop thinking about him why am I like this

[legacyshenanigans]

Part 10 (part 2) to my Marvolo x MC series. This is so dramaticcccccc, but I personally love it and enjoyed writing it.😅

Marvolo x MC 💚

The Calm after the Storm 🐍

Little angsty, little fluffy, NSFW, DRAMA.

He sat at the edge of the lake in the Forbidden forest, since MC, it had become his favourite place, he stared out into it, all the times he'd spent there with her, flashes of them together playing on a loop in his mind, Rerek slithered next to him, looking at him, Marvolo turned his head to look back at him giving him a small grin.

Rerek: Urgh.

Marvolo: Heh..What?

Rerek: I see right through that fake grin you just gave me..

Marvolos face dropped slowly back into a thoughtful frown as he looked back towards the lake.

Rerek slithered up onto him, coiling around him like a comforting scarf, giving him a slight squeeze before resting his head on Marvolos shoulder.

Rerek: I've known you since you were a child, Master..You cannot hide such feelings from me..You know what you must do.

Marvolo: I know, Rerek..

Marvolo lifted a hand, giving Rerek a gentle scratch on his head.

Marvolo: *sigh* ...Let's go and see how this works out shall we...

Marvolo approached his home, stepping inside and heading upstairs. He took in a deep breath as he knocked on Ominis's bedroom door, hearing him call out to enter. He walked in, seeing Ominis relaxing sitting on a chair as he looked in the direction of the door before standing.

Marvolo: Its me.

Ominis: Oh, Marvolo.

Marvolo: Listen..Can we talk?

Ominis pulled a curious face, raising a brow.

Ominis: ...About?

Marvolo: About something..Important.

Ominis sat back down on the chair at the small table in his room, and gestured for Marvolo to take the other chair. Marvolo sat, his eyes not leaving Ominis.

Ominis: Father told me you are set to be wed..And that you kicked up a fuss about it..Has it got anything to do with that?

Marvolo: I suppose..In a way..I mean, yes.

Ominis: Well..Go on..Talk to me if you wish..

Marvolo: I shan't be marrying this women..I refuse.

Ominis leaned on the table with intrigue.

Ominis: Interesting...And whys that?

Marvolo sighed, his heart pounding in his chest..

Marvolo: I'm in love Ominis..For the first time in my life..I've found it..And I don't intend for a second to lose it..

Ominis's eyes stared in his brothers direction, he didn't say anything at first, just sat. Marvolo could tell he had something to say, as they simply made eye contact. Ominis spoke out.

Ominis: I've kept quiet..But I need you to be aware..That I know, Marvolo..

Marvolo: (?)....What is it you know?

Ominis: Its MC..

Marvolo froze, staring into the eyes of his younger brother, he didn't know what to say, though, Ominis didn't look angry, he didnt look uncomfortable, he didn't look upset.

Marvolo: ..How long have you known?

Ominis: a while..Though I must admit, love was something I never expected to be on the cards..I thought it was just..Sex.

Marvolo: ...And how did you actually find out?

Ominis let out a small chuckle.

Ominis: Rather uncomfortably..When Sebastian started acting a little weird..So I asked him to tell me what got him acting strange..He told me of the nights the..Three of you..Had spent together.

Marvolo felt slightly uncomfortable for a moment, and even blind Ominis sensed it.

Marvolo: Surprised you didn't instantly try and rip my head off...Or talk to MC.

Ominis: I thought about it..But times past since then, I calmed myself..Dont get me wrong, Sebastian got an earful..And it wasn't until at a later date Sebastian told me he tired to flirt with MC one evening and she turned him down..Thats when I knew something else was happening behind closed doors, you had changed slightly, and so had MC, and I felt that, Marvolo..I'm not stupid..

Marvolo: I love her Ominis..

Ominis: Do you really?

Marvolo: I really do.

Ominis sat for a moment in thought, Before he sighed, leaning forward and putting a hand on Marvolos shoulder, Marvolo looked at his hand, before looking back at him.

Ominis: She is my friend, Marvolo..A good friend..Just..Don't hurt her..Please.

Marvolo: I promise you Ominis...And I'm sorry its taken me so long to tell you..

Ominis stood, as did Marvolo, the two of them facing eachother, Ominis leaned forward and gave his brother a small uncomfortable brotherly hug, which surprised Marvolo, at first he didn't know what to do, then his arms came up and he hugged him back, after a moment the two of them pulled away.

Ominis: I will hold you to your promise..And I wish you luck telling father..You're going to need it..

Marvolo: *sigh* I know...Thank you, Ominis. For taking this so well..I didn't think for a moment that you would..

Ominis: *small chuckle* Life is strange, Marvolo. You being in love has proved that.

Marvolo: *chuckles* ..Very true.

When evening came, Marvolo and MC lay in bed in the private room of The Three Broomsticks. The last time the pair had been in that room was back when they were both confused about their feelings for eachother, they'd come a long way since then. MC lay atop of him, his hands running down her bare back as the two of them made out softly. Marvolo let out a small chuckle as he flipped her around, with him now being ontop of her, he continued the kiss, he tenderly kissed at her jawline, before licking down her neck and to her chest, his hands all over her, the pair of them letting out small desperate noises in this moment.

MC: God's..I love you.

Marvolo: Mmph..I love you too...

He moved himself down the bed, kissing her body as he did so, settling himself between her legs, holding them as he licked at the skin of her inner thigh, making eye contact with her. MC giggled blissfully, which always made him smirk, he brought his head forward, still looking up at her as he took that first lick, MC moaned, her head sinking back into the pillows, Marvolo gave a wicked grin before his tongue pushed up onto her clit, swirling, and flicking against it, his hand coming down, slithering its way to slide a finger inside of her as his mouth continued to pleasure her.

MC: Mmph, fuck, M-Marvolo~

Hearing the way she moaned his name was his favourite noise by far..He furrowed his brows, as he tongue moved faster, as did his finger, rubbing at her sweet spot. MC's hand gripped his hair as she felt that deep build up, letting her sinful moans leave her lips, she thrust her hips up crying out as she released, Marvolo gave her a smooth devilish chuckle of satisfaction, as he took in her essence. His body moved back up to her face, kissing her passionately, MC clung to him once more, her breathing heavy, tasting herself on his tongue. Marvolo brought a hand down to his cock, sliding himself inside of her, he let out a low growl, MC bit her lip, her slit now incredibly sensitive, moaning his name once more, they held eachother as Marvolo rolled his hips against her, their heavy breathing in eachothers ear. He eventually brought his hands down further underneath her, gripping at behind as he bucked faster, the postion now making him hit her deep. MC moaned erratically, clinging to him for dear life, Marvolo himself now letting loud grunts and moans escape him. He felt every inch of his body tingle as he gave a final push, spilling inside of her, a feeling he would never tire of, his head collapsed to her shoulder.

Marvolo: *panting* Mine. *kisses her neck before moving to lay down next to her*

MC: *breathless giggle* Likewise *turns to face him*

He ran a hand over her cheek, giving her a genuine smile.

MC: I'm glad Ominis was OK..About everything, when he spoke to me he seemed surprisingly calm..Having said that, part of him is terrified that you'll hurt me and break my heart. But another part of him believes you won't, after the talk he had with you..

Marvolo: ...I can't blame him, that's my usual nature..But I have never felt love for anyone like I have with you MC..I would never want to hurt you..You know that, right?

MC: I do.

Marvolo: I need you to believe my words..

MC: Truly, Marvolo, I do.

He pulled her in for an embrace. The two of them just lay bare on the bed together.

Marvolo: Good..*sigh* I must leave soon..To tell my father..

MC: I'm scared.

Marvolo: Don't be.

MC: You say that.. But I understand the risk, I understand how your family do things..I know this will not end well..

Marvolo: MC...I adore you, and want to be with you..And that's EXACTLY how its going to be..

MC: *small concerned smile as she holds him tightly*

Once back at his home, with Rerek by his side, Marvolo entered the living room where he knew he'd find his father, Aleister turned and stood, tooking at Marvolo with narrowed eyes.

Aleister: Ready to Apologise?

Marvolo: Pffft, for what?

Aliester: The Drama from the other evening..I hope to god you've come to your senses Marvolo, you're marrying that women.

Marvolo clenched his fists, as Rerek made his way across the room, hissing deeply, his eyes on Aleister, and settling nearby, but ready for action. Ominis heard the start of their conversation from the top of the stairs, and rushed to his room, enchanting a quill to write down his words.

"MC, come to the Manor, I feel you need to be here"

He quickly shoved the letter inside an envelope and let out a whistle near his open window, their family owl coming to collect it

Ominis: Take this to MC..Hurry.

And with that the owl flew off into the night.

Downstairs, Marvolo and his father were still having a stand off.

Marvolo: I'm NOT marrying her father..

Aleister: Why are you making this SO difficult?!

Marvolo: BECAUSE I LOVE ANOTHER!!

Aliester glared at him confused before he let out a wicked laugh.

Aliester: You've never loved another being in your whole DAMN LIFE Marvolo!

Marvolo: Well NOW I have! And I DO! It's her a want to be with! It's HER I love!

Aliester took out his wand, Marvolo quickly doing the same, as they aimed at eachother.

Aliester: *speaks through gritted teeth* ...Who?

Marvolo: *Spits back equally as aggressive* MC...

Aliesters eyes widened, his breathing becoming shakey and heavy.

Aliester: That DIRTY little half breed?!

Marvolo: Yes! The half breed!

Aliester: HOW DARE YOU TRY AND EMBARRASS THIS FAMILY!!! HOW DARE YOU WISH TO TAINT OUR LINEAGE!! *Growls and yells, shooting a spell towards Marvolo*

Marvolo dodged it, quickly yelling out and shooting a spell back at him, Rerek dived out with a hiss at Aliester, but he quickly and aggressively knocked Rerek out of the way, Marvolo gasped before giving his father an utterly furious look, both of them shouting, their bodies smashing into different areas of the room being hit with eachothers magic and the room itself getting destroyed in the process, Ominis came running in, panicked and angry.

Ominis: STOP THIS!!!!!

But Marvolo and their father were too filled with aggression to listen, both of them cut up and bleeding, hissing and hollering, parseltongue coming out in their anger.

Aleister: I CANNOT ALLOW IT MARVOLO, YOU KNOW I CAN'T!!!

Marvolo: ITS NOT FOR YOU TO DECIDE, FATHER!!!

The continued the fight.

Ophelia ran into the room, bewildered and concerned.

Ominis: Mother?! Do something!!

She was in shock at what she was witnessing. Rerek made his way over to Ominis, Ominis felt him at his leg.

Ominis: Rerek?!

Ominis knelt down on the floor next to Rerek, to not take the risk of getting hit with spells which he could hear were flying all over the place.

Ophelia: ALEISTER! MARVOLO! STOP!! STOP AT ONCE!!!!

The two still continued their rampage at eachother..

Aleister landed a hit on Marvolo, making him yell out and his wand flying out of his hand, Aleister had lost it completely, raising his wand for a final time.

Aleister: AVADA KEDAVRA!!!

Ophelia: ALEISTER!!!

Ominis: FATHER!!!

As the green bolt flew towards Marvolo, Rerek quickly dived up in front of him, taking the hit...His lifeless body hitting the floor, the green hue lingering on his scales.

Marvolo: NOOO!!!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!

Marvolo dropped to his knees, picking up Rereks body, staring at him, his breathing becoming shakey, as a tear rolled down his cheek, and his face twisting into pain. Aleister snapped out of his rage, and gasped, dropping his wand, and shaking.

Aleister: God's..Oh gods!!.. M-Marvolo, I-

Marvolo: *points at his father* NOT ANOTHER FUCKING WORD!!!!

Ophelia ran to Aleister.

Ophelia: Are you out of your mind?!!!!

Aleister: I...I don't..I..

Ominis sat next to Marvolo on the floor, a hand on his shoulder, as Marvolo cradled Rerek in his arms, holding him to his chest, silently crying. MC burst through the front door, seeing the mess in the living room and running in, she gasped at the sight, Aleister shaking in the corner in shock, Ophelia upset and concerned, Ominis and Marvolo on the floor..And Rereks body.

MC: Marvolo..

She ran over and got down next to him, her face looking horrified and devastated as Marvolo cried, whispering in parseltongue to Rereks dead body..Even Ominis's eyes were welling up with tears..She gently reached forwards, taking Rerek from Marvolos arms, he turned to look at her, puffy faced and red eyed with exhausted confusion..MC lay Rerek on the floor in front of her as the Gaunts remained silent, she closed her eyes and held her hands out over Rereks body, her ancient magic seeping from her hands themselves, a stream of blue energy pouring out over him, his body glowing, her nose started to bleed from this intense magic she was attempting to do, her hands shaking, she let out a sharp cry before her magic waned. There was nothing but silence for a moment..

Rereks body twitched slightly, making Marvolo move forward, wide eyed.

Marvolo: Rerek?!

Rerek: *groans* ..Master? What..What happened?

Marvolo grabbed him and held him.

Rerek: Woah..Heh...Ok?

Ominis moved forward and put his hand on Marvolos shoulder again, reaching out and giving Rerek a pet with a grin. MC smiled at them, a tear rolling down her own cheek, before looking over at Ophelia who gave her an understanding and thankful look, Aleister still in shock..

A couple of days passed, MC wandered into the Gardens of the Gaunt Estate, seeing Ominis and Marvolo sat under a tree, with Rerek lay on Marvolos lap. She approached them.

MC: Hey *grins*

Marvolo: *smiles at her*

Ominis: Hello *smiles*

MC: Not that I care..But how's your father?

Marvolo: Pfft. *chuckles*

Ominis: He will unfortunately be ok..Hes still at St Mungos, had some kind of mental break, it was a long time coming though..

MC: That doesn't surprise me..And how are you Rerek? *sweet smile*

Rerek slithered up her, coiling her, giving her a little squeeze, like a hug.

Rerek: Alive, thanks to you. *boops his nose against hers.

MC: *giggles* I'm sure whatever you just said, it was nice..

Ominis: Anyway, come along Rerek, we shall leave you both to it *grins as Rerek slithers onto him and he walks off towards the house*

Marvolo stood, giving her an endearing smile, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her into him for a tender kiss.

Marvolo: I cannot thank you enough.

MC: *smiles gleefully, wrapping her arms around his neck* You've thanked me plenty these last couple of days.

Marvolo: *smooth chuckle as he tucks her hair behind her ear* It will never be enough..

MC: *plants a kiss on his lips before pulling away* Well..You're welcome..I'm sure to find some way for you to repay me *chuckles*

Marvolo: *smiles* Anything, for my future wife..

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