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A/N - STELLA! This is great! I love writing Ominis, and I hope you like it bestie!
A Winner
Summary - You and Ominis take your daughter to the All Hallows Eve festival in Hogsmeade
Warnings - Nothing but cute domestic fluff :)
“Ah, this is wildly crowded, Ominis. You sure you want to go in?”
“I don’t see why not. Besides, Nora seems to want to check out the pumpkins. Don’t you, dear?”
Nora babbled in your hold, a sure sign she was agreeing with her father as you grinned and kissed her chubby cheek. The pair of you walked side by side through the covered bridge into the busy streets of the magical little town, banners of orange and yellow strung from building to building decorated with autumn leaves that were enchanted to fall constantly onto the cobbled stone walkways. The sweet scent of apple cider and pumpkin pasties was floating in the air like clouds, children running to and fro and weaving amongst both the citizens and Hogwarts students who were attending the festival. A local band was playing in the grand areas to the right, playing a spooky melody as the enchanted bush grande shaped like a dragon was breathing out smoke through its nostrils.
You were arm and arm with Omnis, who was using his wand as a guide and also leaning against you as you were leading the way with Nora strapped to your chest in a swaddle. She was nearly 8 months old now, babbling and squawking all throughout the day and wishing to have her voice heard. She was a perfect mixture of her mother and father, though she inherited her father’s bright blond hair and light complexion. But she got her freckles and hazel eyes from you, which made you smile from ear to ear to see it every day when she woke up from her slumber or laughed at you tickling her. She was an inquisitive babe, something you knew she got from Omnis as well as his “judgmental” face. When she used the face for the first time, you had to laugh and hide your smile behind your hand.
You were thankful that your husband and Nora’s father could not see the look on his daughter’s face, but judging by the sound of your muffled laughter, he knew exactly what happened.
Now that she was no longer a small infant, her curiosity grew and grew over time. She would spend time outside with you on her quilt as you worked in the garden by your cottage when the weather was nice, her legs attempting to make her crawl over to a small cluster of flowers to the laundry line that hung her favorite blanket. You loved that she was inquisitive and curious, never one to be shy when meeting someone new. Especially with your old school friends, they were excited to meet your daughter and spoil her rotten.
Garrett teased in getting her some of his stash of invented candy, to which both yourself and Ominis delicately declined.
Hogsmeade was throwing a Halloween festival on All Hallow’s Eve, and invited all the hamlets near and far to come to the magical town and be part of the activities. You and Ominis were highly interested, mainly because Nora was big enough and it would get the pair of you out of the house. So with Nora strapped against you and a pocket full of Galleons to spend, both yourself and Omnis left your little home and headed over to Hogsmeade on the other side of Hogwarts.
The sun was high up in the air and the crisp of the wind sailed through, making the banners and flags flow freely while you both were drinking in the sights and sounds of the little town you both grew to love as students not so long ago.
“Ah, there’s the pumpkin patch! Let’s see if we can pick one out for Nora,” You said to Omnis, guiding him over to the left where the community garden was tucked away. Pumpkins of various sizes were sprawled about, about 6 others were there finding their own pumpkins to take home as enchanted watering cans were tending to the wildflowers and veggies growing in the back. Making your way up the path, you noticed Nora looking at some of the leaves that were dancing in the air above her, Nora cooing as her bright eyes went wide in view.
“Do that have any her size?” Ominis asked in curiosity as you stood amongst the pumpkins, “I hope we didn’t miss the good ones,”
“No there are still a few left,” you reassured him, “Some of these must have come from Hogwarts since they’re rather large and great in proportion. They make mine look rather dull, to be honest,”
“Come now, your pumpkins are perfect,” Ominis reassured you as he situated himself on a stone bench in the middle of the cluster of pumpkins that nestled amongst the growing weeds. You carefully took Nora out of her wrap, placing her gently in Ominis’s lap as he held her protectively. Her eyes watched you in amazement while you searched for the perfect pumpkin, screeching and babbling wildly at you as her father chuckled.
“Are you trying to tell your mother which one to pick, sweetheart? What a bossy young lady,” Ominis said in a snort as he leaned down to kiss the top of Nora’s ringlet hair that seemed to shin from the sun high above her.
“She inherited that from you, you know,” You commented as you grabbed a smaller pumpkin in your hands, feeling the texture and the eight within your palms. You grinned, walking back to kneel in front of Nora, who was watching you with unwavering attention.
“What do you think, my darling?” You asked her, seeing her eyes go from you to the pumpkin you placed from her legs. She grinned, slapping the surface of the pumpkin a few times before attempting to eat it.
“She’s a hard nut to crack, she got that from you,” Ominis joked in retaliation, making you glare at him as he chuckled. Nora in return giggled from hearing her father’s laugh as you took the pumpkin from her daughter to seek out another pumpkin to her liking.
“We should get a bigger one to carve together, it would look nice in our garden,” Ominis stated, though you snorted.
“Do you remember what happened last time you tried to carve a pumpkin?” You asked him, not being able to see him yet you knew he was flushed deep down, “Thankfully we both know enough charms to mend the wound before we would resort to heading to St. Mungos. Natty almost lost it when I told her, and we’l get laughed at if I have to haul you down to St. Mungo’s again,”
“I do wish to forget that night, even when it was amusing, to say the least,” Ominis joked as you grabbed another pumpkin, slightly bigger but it was perfectly round. You had to wonder why it wasn’t snatched up already, then again it was hiding behind the stone wall that was tucked in the back of the garden.
Snagging the pumpkin carefully, you made your way back to your husband and daughter, once again kneeling in front of her and seeing her tilt her head to the pumpkin. She then grinned widely, a dribble of drool on her chin as she giggled. You knew then that you found the right one just for her.
“I think we have a winner, dear,” You said to Ominis, Nora reaching out for the pumpkin earnestly.
After finding another pumpkin to carve and paying for the two, you placed enchantments of them to be taken back to your cottage with a “pop”, both pumpkins disappearing and reappearing in your home. Ominis wished to walk around a bit more to buy from some of the street vendors, grabbing a few potion supplies and gardening seeds that were on sale. You were glad you brought a bag to carry your new purchases, and the pair of you decided to grab something to eat for a late lunch before heading home for the evening.
Perched outside the small cafe with Nora strapped to your front again in her wrap and fast asleep, you and Ominis chatted about work and the upcoming get-together Poppy was planning at her grandmother’s home. With the cool crisp air coming through Hogsmeade and the sun slowly descending over the foothills behind you, you paused and looked at the ever glorious view of Hogwarts.
Seeing the castle right next to the lake, the stained glass windows that almost brought color no matter the time of day, brought back good and not-so-good memories. It felt like yesterday when you were a student walking within those walls, climbing those massive stairs, and making all of those friends that ended up staying your friends past graduation.
But you were mostly thankful for the man sitting across from you, for not just giving you a daughter and a simple life along that lakeside to chase away the demons that haunted you, but for loving you with all of him and with no abandon. Even after losing Sebastian and feeling lower than low, Ominis picked you up with both hands and made sure you would never fall again. You never felt that much love and friendship before until he came around.
“Darling?”
You blinked and looked back at Ominis, who was next to you in his chair, caressing his daughter’s blond hair as she slept peacefully against your chest. His fingers along her scalp, his light eyes in your direction as he looked a pinched concerned.
“You okay?” He asked calmly, making you smile and reach over to take his hand from the top of Nora’s head. You laced your fingers together, feeling the warmth of his skin on yours making you smile even bigger.
“More than okay,” You hummed in return. Ominis grinned from ear to ear, taking your joined hands over to delicately kiss the back of your hand. You were, in fact, more than okay. These past few years together face the rest of your life, you could not trade any part of it for anything else in the world.
The End.
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𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 | 𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝
[ominis gaunt x fem!slytherin! reader]
sypnosis: ominis gaunt is finding it hard to sleep and so he expected a little bit of reading in the common rooms would put him to sleep. what he didn't expect was running into you.
ominis gaunt never found it hard to fall asleep. in fact, he could very well sleep anywhere and anytime. however, this night seemed to be different. no matter how many times he twisted and turned in his bed, ominis found himself to be surprisingly restless. with a heavy sigh, he finally sat up from his plush bed to glance at his dorm mates, who were sound asleep in their own beds.
ominis couldn't help but feel jealous of the soft snores that sounded through the room. ominis begrudgingly brought his legs to the side of his bed and carefully swiped around the bedside table for his wand. once he felt for the wooden rod, his hands also grazed for the book he was reading the day before. with his book and wand in his hands, ominis quietly stood up and tip toed to the door, making sure that he didn't disturb anyone's slumber.
with the tip of his wand leading him to the door, ominis closed it behind him silently. his footsteps shuffled through the dark corridors and ominis found himself wandering down to the common rooms, where he was sure no one would be. it was midnight and everyone was surely to be asleep, right?
ominis' wand led him to the couches that were placed in front of the fireplace. judging by the lack of warmth and no signs of the burning wood smell, someone had put it out already.
that is very unfortunate, ominis thought, the winters at hogwarts were always the coldest.
he felt for the arm of the couch, before making himself comfortable on the plush cushions. he gently placed his wand on the wooden coffee table in front of him. ominis then opened his book, making himself comfortable on the couch and hoping that maybe an hour of reading could ease his mind into sleeping.
after 45 minutes of reading, ominis' head snapped up at the sound of the slytherin's common room doors opening. that was odd. usually everyone would be asleep and no one would dare risk a detention (well, maybe sebastian). he heard heels clicking against the stone built stairs and they even pattered toward him. it wasn't until the person let out a sharp gasp that ominis looked toward where it had came from.
"merlin's beard!" you were frozen with your hand over your heart in fright as you looked on to where ominis' dark silhouette lingered.
ominis was innocently plastered against the couch with his pajamas on and his book in his lap. he was also staring at you curiously with his pale eyes with a tilted head. you wondered if he was trying to figure out who was speaking with him at the moment.
"you scared me! what're you doing sitting in the dark like that?! it's cold as well! freezing, actually." you rambled, but you received no response from the boy.
"(y/n) (l/n)?" he finally chirped and you hummed in response. "am i in the dark? i figured the lamps would still be on."
you paused for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. you were caught off guard by his naive words. "are you not cold? here." you fished your wand out of the pocket of your robes, lifting it up to the fireplace. "incendio!"
with that, a fire engulfed the firewood which were placed in the fireplace. ominis' ears picked up on the sound of the firewood crackling and his nose scrunched at the smell of smoke.
"doesn't that feel much better?" you asked with a chuckle and ominis felt the cushion beside him dip, indicating to him that you had plopped down to sit with him. "honestly, ominis, what are you doing at this time of night?"
"i should be asking you the same thing." ominis said with a smile as he looked at you. "(y/n) (l/n), the star student of hogwarts, sneaking out past curfew?"
"i had business to take care of." you said stiffly and ominis could hear the annoyance in your tone. it wasn't aimed toward him. not at him, no of course not. ominis knew that. rather, your tone seemed to have stemmed from the 'business' that you had mentioned.
"business?" ominis asked in curiousity as he closed his book to give you his full attention.
you bit your lip with a sheepish smile. you knew ominis couldn't see your expression, but it always seemed like he could. especially with the way his eyes pierced into your own.
"i got an owl from an anonymous person this morning asking me to meet them in the broom closet on the fifth floor after everyone went to bed." you say with a sigh, leaning your head back against the back of the couch.
"oh?" ominis tilted his head curiously at your words. "did you find out who it was?"
he heard you let out a huff of frustration. "yes and you would not believe who i found in the broom closet, ominis! i was absolutely embarassed!"
"and who was this anonymous person?"ominis piped up and you winced at his amused tone. surely he wasn't enjoying the amount of embarrassment you were feeling, right?
"leander 'stupid, prick' prewett!" you finally groaned, throwing your hands up incredulously and ominis was quite stunned of your description of the gryffindor. "that unbearably, boorish git asked me to the yule ball. all while we are standing in the dark in the broom closet!"
"prewett?" ominis repeated with a bit of a teasing smile and you groaned at his amusement.
"please do not laugh at my embarrassment, ominis. i had half a mind to use levioso on him!" you grumbled, crossing your arms with a fixed frown on your face. "that prick! did he honestly think i'd accept his invitation? after he purposely put the wrong ingredient in my potion and made it explode in front of the class! i got a failing grade for his mistake, you know."
"so you rejected him?" ominis asked after softly chuckling at your exasperated rant and you gaped at him in disbelief.
"of course i rejected him..."you mumbled and ominis could sense a bit of hesitation in your voice. "or rather, i ran like hell out of the broom closet and came straight back here."
ominis' eyes widened and his mouth popped open in surprise at your confession. you watched as he suddenly snapped his head away from you and cupped his mouth, stifling his laughter.
"are you...are you laughing at me?" you asked incredulously with a raised brow. ominis shook his head in response, but you could see his shoulders quivering. "you're lying! you're laughing at me, aren't you?"
ominis finally looked at you, trying to mask the smile that was creeping up on his lips. "how can i not? you're actually a very intriguing person, aren't you, (y/n)?"
ominis had never really talked to you like this. not alone in the common room or anywhere else. you both usually exchanged quick glances and conversations, but never talked. however, sitting here with you made ominis realize that you were just like any other person here. not just the star student of hogwarts. no, you were funnier and down to earth than what ominis thought before.
"did you think i wasn't?" you questioned curiously as you brought your legs up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. you placed your chin on your knees, titling it a bit to look at him. "people tend to think i'm boring because of how studious i can be. did you think that too?"
ominis' lips pursed in thought, taking in your words. "well, yes, that was what i thought before sitting down and talking to you."
"oh? have your thoughts changed then?" you asked with a bit of amusement in your tone. he remained silent and you glanced up at him to find a solemn expression on his face.
your face began to flush as you stared at him. the light from the fire illuminated one side of his face, while the other was shadowed over. you couldn't help but let your eyes wander across his face. his pale skin that looked smooth, the few moles scattering along his face, and his eyes. merlin, his eyes. those light blue hues that pierced into yours as he stare at you. they were always so beautiful every time you had the chance of looking at them without anyone noticing.
ominis gaunt was the most beautiful person you had ever encountered. you'd even be so bold to say that he was sculpted by some sort of god. ominis always had been handsome.
"yes, my thoughts of you have changed." ominis finally said and you squinted slightly at his ears. they were turning red and the color was slowly creeping along his cheeks. "i mean, i never thought poorly of you, but you're not what i expected-merlin, that sounds terrible. what i meant to say was-"
"no, i get it, ominis." you interjected with a smile and you nudged his arm with your elbow to assure him. "i'm flattered really. no one has really took the time to talk to me. they only see me as a prude, studious person. i'm used to it though-"
"but you're so much more than that." ominis suddenly blurted out and you were taken aback for a moment. "from the very first moment i met you in our first year, i was intrigued by you."
your cheeks flushed once more at how serious he was being. intrigued? what did that mean? your head was running with thoughts and theories with what he could possibly mean by that. it made your heart flutter and your stomach do somersaults.
"ominis..." you mumbled out his name and he abruptly looked down at the book in his lap. with the fire now lighting up his whole face, you could definitely see the red hue on his skin.
"yes, you're incredibly intelligent, which i've always admired," ominis started, twiddling with his hands nervously. "but when you laugh, it's contagious. it sounds so carefree and childish. your laugh never matched the image that the others came up with. you're also very kind and compassionate. always willing to help others who need it. i knew that there was more to you than being the star student of hogwarts and this just confirmed that."
you were stunned. his words made your lips quirk into a genuine smile. ominis' ears perked up at the sound of your soft giggle, which made him turn his head to peer at you beside him.
"you know, ominis, i already knew who i wanted to go to the ball with before leander even asked me." you confessed with a sigh.
ominis was confused as to how the conversation steered towards the ball, however the boy didn't mind. he was now more interested in the lucky lad who you wanted to go to the yule ball with.
"who?"
your smile then turned into a sly one as you gently took his hand into yours and engulfed it into both hands. "i wanted to ask you, ominis. i wanted to ask you to go with me to the yule ball."
"me?!" ominis' mouth parted in shock. he didn't know if it was from your confession or from your sudden contact with him. either way, his face felt even warmer than before. "why would you want to ask me?"
"i've always had an interest in you, ominis gaunt," you sheepsihly smiled. "i just didn't think you'd notice me. i've been pining over you since our first year in hogwarts and i only had the courage to finally tell you just now."
ominis recalled the quick glances you would both exchange with each other whether it was in the hallways, the classroom, or even when you both were talking with your friends. the unspoken feelings that you both held for each other; it had always been there. it made ominis chuckle as he brought his hand to cup both of yours that held his other hand.
"well, (y/n) (l/n), will you do me the honor of being my date to the yule ball?" ominis asked, bringing one of your hands up and pressing a chaste kiss upon it.
you bashfully smiled as you felt his lips morph into a smirk against your hand. "yes, ominis, i happily accept your invitation!" you reply with a toothy grin, before drawing closer to him. you were now kneeling on the couch's cushions, leaning your face over to his.
ominis' eyes widened in shock as he felt your soft lips against his own, however he didn't hesitate in reciprocating it back. he was in utter bliss at the moment. while it was his first kiss, your movements made it very easy to follow. he felt your hands run up his arms and toward his jaw, cupping it gently into your palms. ominis wasn't quite sure where to place his hands, but you didn't mind.
"wait," ominis said in between kisses and you pulled back for a breath, gazing at him lovingly. "does this mean...we're...you know?"
"yes, ominis, we're a couple." you laughed, leaning your forehead against his.
that was all the confirmation that ominis needed, as he placed a quick peck on your lips. he then grabbed you hands as he leaned his back against the cushions, leading you to lay your head on his chest. you happily followed tucking your face into his neck with a soft smile on your face.
"i love you, ominis gaunt."
"and i love you, (y/n) (l/n)."
that night, ominis fell asleep with you on his chest and both your legs tangled together. imagine the shocked faces of your housemates when they awoke to the sight. not that ominis cared.
it was the best sleep of his life.
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A Seated Surprise| Ominis x F! Reader
Pairing: Ominis x F! Shy! Slytherin reader
Summary: Your surprise confession to Ominis in the Undercroft turns to an interesting encounter on a chair.
Word count: 2034
Themes: Some smut but it’s pretty short.
(For the sake of this, I am going to pretend that corsets weren’t worn so it will make it a bit easier on me)
A/N: This is my first official fanfic so I am sorry if it is not that great. It is also my first smut too. I tried my best but even I know it’s short compared to others.
As a shy Slytherin, it was a bit difficult to make friends at Hogwarts. Some people still thought that all Slytherins cared about was blood status while others thought they were too ambitious, or they just plainly cared more about their house and the students in it to try to make friends with you. In reality, it was likely because you were socially anxious and reserved, tending to spend your time alone studying or reading. It would have stayed like that had Ominis and Sebastian not approached you and brought you into their circle. Although you found Sebastian charming and friendly, you found yourself becoming more and more friends with Ominis as the two of you disliked pureblood fanatics and the negative side of Slytherin that people tended to bring out. It also helped that he was more reserved than Sebastian was and you found comfort in finding a kindred spirit. The two of you could sit in silence and be in peace, not needing to speak or hear each other's voices all the time to enjoy your time together.
Your friendship made you happy but your platonic thoughts of Ominis turned to, well, non-platonic thoughts of him. Thoughts of being excited to see him in potions turned to nerves that made you a blushing mess that you hoped you were just able to cover. You figured Sebastian would have been able to tell that you had a crush on Ominis but you hoped that the man himself did not know. So far Sebastian hadn’t said anything to you or even remotely hinted at the fact that he knew, so if he did know, you were sure that he certainly did not tell Ominis. However, you knew you couldn’t keep quiet forever and would leap at the chance of the possibility of forming a relationship with Ominis. So, mustering up your courage, you sent him a note in braille asking him to meet you in the Undercroft that night.
Heading towards the meeting place in the Undercroft, you entered and immediately checked your appearance. You had decided to go for a grey skirt that ended just below the knees–just barely appropriate considering most girls wore skirts that ended at the ankles. As for the rest, you wore a white button up shirt with a Slytherin tie. You wanted to look good but didn’t want to dress up in case it did not go the way you wanted so you opted for a more casual student look. Even though he couldn’t see it, you had hoped he’d be able to tell how much effort and courage it took you to approach him like this.
Deciding that you couldn’t keep still, you started slowly pacing back and forth and waited for Ominis to arrive. You are startled when you hear the door to the Undercroft open and see Ominis walk in.
“(Y/N)? Why did you want to meet me at night? Is something wrong?” Concern flashes on his face. While his concern normally touched you, tonight it made you even more nervous.
“No Ominis, everything is fine. I-I was hoping to speak with you–alone”.
Ominis turned his questioning gaze to you, but you clenched your hands and continued, “You see Ominis, I am afraid that if I don’t get this out I won’t be able to live with myself. I am very grateful that you extended your friendship to me when I was all alone. You and Sebastian have truly saved me. I would have been alone for the rest of my life if it wasn’t for you. But…I don’t think that is enough for me anymore. Every waking moment I think of you and only you. I want to learn more about your interests and hobbies and what you think about when you aren’t dealing with Sebastian and his antics. What do you want to do once we leave Hogwarts? Will you look back fondly on your school years or will you have moved onto something better? You paint my life so full of color and I cannot bear to think of facing the rest of my life without you by my side. I love you…” You trail off weakly.
Ominis looked taken aback and was silent for a moment, but that moment felt like an eternity to you. He walks up to you and cups your face gently,
“Are you certain? Do you really love me and not Sebastian?”
“I do like him but not like that. I love you Ominis. It has always been you”
“I always thought that you had fallen for him. You always laughed so much when he was near; your golden laughter rang out around him, I couldn’t help but feel that you belonged with him more than me.”
Your eyes widened in shock. You had loved him for a while but you never even thought that he would feel the same way about you. But it saddened you to hear that he felt that you deserved someone else.
“Ominis…” You place your hand on the back of his neck and give him a slow, passionate kiss. Your lips move alone at first but Ominis follows your lead and soon the two of you are moving together. His lips are soft and feel like heaven against yours.
You tenderly part from him and smile shyly, “I hope that erases every doubt in your mind. You are the only one for me.”
His hand leaves your face and his face forms an expression that appears to be a mix of determination and something you can’t quite put your finger on. You feel his hand go to your arm as he grabs it.
Walking quickly, Ominis drags you with him, pulling your arm as he seats himself on a chair. You are pulled on top of him, causing you to straddle him. Your thighs perfectly encircle him, trapping him in place. It wouldn’t be until a few moments later when you realized that you were trapped there as well. Shaking in both nervousness and desire, you lean on his right shoulder. Your body throbbed with anticipation, making you crave his touch all the more.
Through all of the desire you come to your senses for a moment. “Ominis, please. If you don’t want to do this we don’t have to. We can stop and forget everything and remain friends. Just...tell me now.”
He cups your face more firmly than before but still softly and says, “Y/N, I trust you. Just as you said I am the one for you, you are the only one for me. Besides, it’s too late for the both of us”
Not understanding what he means, you look at him quizzically and then you realize. He hardens and as you feel it underneath you, your eyes roll back and you can’t help but let out a moan. In reaction to this, Ominis reddens and you both realize there is no turning back from your feelings now.
“My dear, I don’t think I can take it any longer. Please, let me have you”
Those words sent sparks all throughout your body. You didn’t like the thought of getting off of him just yet, but you knew you had to if you wanted this–and you did. You stood up and started to prepare yourself for what is to come. Keeping your skirt on, you bring your fingers to your underwear and let them fall to the ground. You take your socks off, leaving your legs bare and ready to cling onto him. As you were doing this, Ominis was undoing his trousers and took them off with his underwear, setting them to the side. He got back on the chair, nervous but just as excited as you are that the moment the two of you dreamed of is finally happening.
You walk over to him and he locks his hands on your waist, keeping you in place as you lower yourself onto him. Every part of you has become so sensitive that just the slightest movement will cause you to go into near hysterics. The feeling you get once you settle onto him is magnificent. Ominis feels it as well as he lets out a small gasp. He fits perfectly in you and is just the right size for your liking, allowing your walls to cling to his member. You start off slow at first, making sure that it doesn’t hurt and then slowly pick up the speed. Although you are in charge of the pace, Ominis doesn’t just sit there and let you do all the work. With his hands placed on your waist, he runs them up and down your back and kisses you in a passion that burns bright but is gentle like a caress.
With a thrust, you hear him moan as he makes his way to your shirt and loosens the tie, getting rid of it completely and then turns his attention to the shirt. He unbuttons it and his hands roam your body while you run your fingers through his hair. Your moans mix together with each thrust and yours escalate when he moves his mouth to your neck, leaving love bites all over. Your neck is sensitive, causing your breath to hitch with each mark he makes as he leaves his mark on you.
His hands grab your breasts and knead them, enjoying the feeling of them in his palms. You feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter and feeling his mouth on your nipple, you whimper. He teases you a bit, running his tongue leisurely along it, wanting to hear your moans. You rock into him faster and faster as he drives your senses mad.
You could feel the moment coming and he could as well.
“Oh god Ominis, I’m about to…” You groan out, your body nearly there.
Grabbing your ass and grinding himself to your tempo, he grunted, “Darling..cum for me”
When the heat reached its peak, you arched your back and came after one final moan and right after so did he. You could feel him filling you with his warmth but you didn’t care. Your release stained him too, leaving the two of you in a heated, sticky mess. You lean on him, breathless and satisfied, your breath hitting his shoulder.
As the two of you sit there panting, one on top of the other with disheveled clothing, it dawns on you that you will never be able to go back to how it used to be with Ominis. Now, you love him far too much and after all of that, your relationship will definitely change.
Standing up, you start to fix yourself and make yourself look decent as if nothing had happened, though something definitely did. You use scourgify to clean up the remnants of what happened, with Ominis following suit. Ominis pulls on his trousers and surprisingly makes himself look just as he usually does pretty quickly.
“Can’t wait to wipe the smirk off of Sallow’s face when he learns that I got a girlfriend before him. He always thought that he’d be the first of us to have one” He grins.
Smiling, you reply, “I’m sure he did. But despite being such a charmer, he’s never snagged one. Makes you wonder if anyone’s confessed to him yet. Now, why don’t we tell him our news?”
Chuckling, Ominis says, “I’d rather like to do that tomorrow. For now, let us go back to our dorms for the night and rest while we still have the chance”.
“Sounds good to me”
The two of you walk out of the Undercroft and to the common room, hand in hand. Just as you are about to enter the common room, he pulls you to him for a quick kiss before pulling away. You giggle and bat his arm.
You look at him slowly and fondly, murmuring, “I love you Ominis”
“I love you too (Y/N)”
And with that, you headed inside the common room and into your dormitory while Ominis went to his, the two of you keeping each other in their thoughts as you got into bed and fell into a blissful slumber.
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Wrote a drabble for a friend who likes Ominis! Yoinked the dialogue from an amazing tiktok edit created by @/room9935! You can find the tiktok here! Hope you enjoy!
"I wish to speak with you," Ominis says, startling you out of your book. His tone is certain, leaving no room for argument, and you furrow your brows. How... unusual. Slowly, you close your book and stand, the blond already turning to lead you somewhere.
"What is it, Ominis?" You ask, his pace brisk as his wand helps him navigate through the hallways with you on his heels. You can hear your footsteps echoing.
"In a moment; I want some privacy," he answers, turning a sharp corner. You follow suit, curiosity buzzing in the forefront of your mind. You quietly tail him through the school, and he slows as the two of you seemingly reach close to his destination; the Clock Tower courtyard. The sky is darkening outside, not quite sunset but no longer midday, and you join him by the fountain, sitting side by side on the edge. This late, most students are either in their evening class or out gallivanting around Hogsmeade, leaving the courtyard free for you two to talk without fear of any wandering ears.
"Ominis..?" You ask softly. He seems... irritated? Perturbed? Regardless, it's concerning. "What's wrong..?" His lips purse and he turns towards you, pale blue eyes sharp.
"I'm... blind, but I can clearly sense you looking at Sebastian every moment you get," he says, much to your surprise. His tone is hard to place, nearly neutral, but he sounds almost... jealous? You blink, unable to say anything before he continues. "It irks me because you're supposed to look at me instead."
Even though you anticipated that was where he was going, you still somehow don't expect to truly hear the words fall from his lips, and your breath hitches. You know he hears by the way his head tilts a hairsbreadth upwards.
"Keep looking at me and me alone."
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Fissured Composure - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader
Summary: After watching you hold your own against a handsy classmate, Sebastian is feeling particularly needy and steals you away to the Undercroft to show you just how worked up your right hook got him.
Alternatively summarized as Sebastian reverently going down on you after you break Leander's nose
Based on this request I received! Hope you like it anon :))
Word Count: 6.2k
Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, minor violence, explicit sexual content, rough sex
Full fic can be found here on Ao3 as always !
Many of your friends would agree that you had the patience of a damn Saint.
Beyond dealing with Sebastian’s hard-headedness on a regular basis and keeping up appearances with your classmates, it was a wonder you had managed to maintain your cool, collected facade for so long. You could recall losing it once before, shortly after Professor Fig died. But the whole debacle had gone down in the safety and privacy of the Room of Requirement, so no one had been around to witness your indignant anger take root and assist you in trashing two thirds of your sacred space.
That had been two years ago, so you liked to think you’d gotten better at controlling your emotions since then.
Leander fucking Prewett, however, had seemingly made it his life’s mission to frustrate you to no foreseeable end.
While you had felt bad for him in your fifth-year and entertained his rambling mostly out of pity, somewhere along the way your lack of interest got lost in translation. He was a rather boastful individual, preferring to brag about himself and put down anyone that excelled in areas he wanted to be the best in. His attitude had only worsened with age, and for the last few months he had suddenly taken to attempting to woo you in passing.
His efforts were too pathetic to take to heart, but you certainly hadn’t told Sebastian about it yet. Not unless you wanted to trigger a fight that you knew you wouldn’t be able to intervene in, because the whole reason Leander was even trying with you was to get under your boyfriend’s skin.
Today was Wednesday, and you shared Herbology class with Leander, much to your displeasure. Your attempts at escaping out the door quickly had been thwarted when Professor Garlick asked to speak with you after class, and despite hoping against all odds that you would be left alone, Prewett was waiting for you at the top of the steps when you ascended the staircase.
“Ah, there you are,” he drawled, with far too much familiarity for your liking. “Did Professor Garlick hold you back to scold you for something?”
You grasped at the fringes of your self-restraint with everything in you. “No, we were just discussing some extra assignments she gave me last week.”
Wanting to leave the interaction at that, you picked up your pace and strode past him, eager to meet up with Sebastian and Ominis for lunch. At the very least, Sebastian’s presence would act as a safeguard against Leander’s incessant pestering. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor had no qualms about lengthening his stride to match your own, and he fell annoyingly into step beside you.
He raked one of his hands through his long strands of red hair, trying and failing to raise a brow at you questioningly. Instead he just looked constipated. “Wow, extra assignments? You must be some child genius turned prodigy, I can’t think of anyone who willingly says yes to more homework.”
“...I’ve been doing it for two years, Leander.”
Waving you off, he pressed on, “Then you’re way smarter than you let on.” What? “Not that I’ve heard otherwise from anyone, but someone as bright as you likely values intellect and wit, and I can’t help but notice Sebastian is in short supply of both these days–”
“Leander, now really isn’t the time.” Not this shit again. You pushed through the double doors leading to Central Hall, desperate to put your two Slytherin companions in between yourself the daft idiot tailing you.
“Oh, come on. I’m only suggesting we take some time to study together. Or maybe we could take a stroll through the Library since you’re so fond of books. Everyone knows you’ve got a thing for sneaking into the Restricted Section, although sometimes I wonder how much reading you actually do when you disappear there with Sallow.”
By now you had made it beside the fountain in the middle of the room, but your legs halted entirely when you registered the implication hidden in his words. One of your nails broke as you dug your fingers into the cover of your textbook, and you willed the thrum of your blood roaring in your ears to lessen as you finally pivoted to face Leander fully.
Your expression was stormy when you fixed your eyes on his beady ones, and you allowed yourself a moment to appreciate the nervous bob of his throat. “What is it you think I do then, Leander? What vapid, tasteless thoughts do you have whipping around in that giant head of yours, hm?”
At least he had the good sense to look sheepish, but he masked the look quickly with that false bravado that made your hands twitch. He raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, “Relax, doll. I’m just connecting the dots out loud. What does your prized boytoy tempt you with to convince you to break the rules so often?”
Merlin’s bloody balls, if you didn’t leave now, you were going to lose it in the middle of the school. There was no hiding your blatant scowl of disgust, but you found the frayed tethers of your composure and grabbed the ends like a lifeline. You pulled a deep breath into your lungs, exhaling in a way that conveyed your thinning temper, and turned to walk away.
You saw Sebastian standing on the other side of Central Hall talking to Garreth, and he was spying over the redhead’s shoulder to watch you. His face was contorted into a dark, threatening expression, and you knew he could read your own emotions plainly on your face. He was well aware that you were pissed off, and he jumped into action then, muttering something to Weasley under his breath before he was striding across the foyer to get to you.
You’d made it roughly three steps away from Leander when you suddenly felt his slimy hand slithering around your waist to haul you back against his chest. The brazen action took you by surprise, which was the only reason the bastard succeeded in squeezing the curve of your hip so generously. The feeling had you tensing all over, and you dimly registered Sebastian’s murderous expression nearing the opposite side of the fountain before your own anger took root.
“What, you’re not even going to dignify me with a response? That’s awfully cruel–”
A faceful of your fist cut him off mid sentence, and you watched through your narrowed eyes as Leander’s head flew back, his momentum carrying him to the ground in a sprawled, limp heap. You heard a series of gasps erupt from the students that were seated nearby, but you didn’t care. It took you a second to process the scene as you blinked the rage from your mind, but once you had, you were pleased to find Prewett’s nose hugging his cheek at a very broken angle.
“There’s your response, you prick,” you swore at him, bending down to snatch up your Herbology textbook that had fallen from your grip. Your knuckles throbbed from the impact still, but you simply flexed your fingers and shook the pain away. It felt good to get that out of your system, and entirely worth the bruises you would surely be sporting in the morning. “Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from me, or I’ll be happy to show you exactly what I’ve learned from the books in the Restricted Section.”
As soon as you moved away from Leander, a group of younger students were flocking to his side, wisely giving you a wide berth as you left. Sebastian was frozen still as a statue on the other side of the fountain, looking at you slack-jawed with admiration twinkling in his dark eyes. You smiled softly at him, the look so at odds with the feral energy you had just exhibited twenty seconds prior.
“I– what the bloody hell was that?” Sebastian asked at the same time you circled your arm around his waist to lead him away from the bleeding Gryffindor.
“It was well deserved, that’s what it was,” you replied evenly, and then you felt Sebastian’s fingertips digging into the small of your back. “Don’t worry about it, please. He won’t bother me anymore, that’s for damn sure.”
Sebastian’s laugh sounded breathless, and he shook his head in disbelief, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you. “Oh I’ll definitely be needing the backstory to that whole altercation at some point, but I’m more hung up on the fact that you actually punched somebody. You never get physical like that, where in Merlin’s name did that come from?”
You’d been leading Sebastian towards the Great Hall, having had your mind set on lunch for the better part of a half hour. But then you felt Sebastian take control of steering, and instead of turning down the corridor that led to your destination, he instead appeared to be guiding you in the direction of the Dark Arts Tower. “You’re acting like it’s unheard of for someone to lose their temper. In case you forgot, Prewett is particularly insufferable. Today he crossed one too many lines, so I reeducated him. End of story.”
“I don’t think you understand,” Sebastian murmured as you came up the staircase leading to a familiar alcove, and things suddenly started to click into place. “That was quite possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.”
All the blood in your body seemed to flood into your cheeks then. Sebastian gazed down at you hungrily, whipping his wand out briefly to unlock the latch concealing the entryway behind the large clock. It opened with a clang, and before you could formulate a response to his statement, he was gently pushing you through the opening ahead of him.
While the two of you descended the narrow stairwell leading into the Undercroft, Sebastian replayed the glorious sight of your wicked right hook in his mind. He didn’t know what the hell Leander had been whispering to you about, but the look on your face had told him it wasn’t anything pleasant. Being the chivalrous and overprotective boyfriend he was, of course he’d bailed on his conversation with Garreth to step in.
Watching Prewett’s offensive appendage coil around your waist had sealed the deal, however; Sebastian had fully intended on sending the Gryffindor into an early grave. But then you’d dropped your items and spun around so fast– your textbook was still falling when your fist connected with his nose. It wasn’t the most tactful means of defense for a lot of people. After all, in a world of magic, who the hell bothered with brawling? There was no denying the appeal of it though. It was a more personal way of telling someone to go fuck themselves, and watching you set your boundries in such a way had driven Sebastian’s blood supply straight to his cock.
He liked this unrestrained side of you. He was desperate to see more of it.
Once you were past the threshold of the gate, you stopped to turn to Sebastian, ready to clarify that seriously– was he this affected by you throwing a punch? But then his larger body slammed against you, stealing the words from your throat as he captured your lips in a frantic, hungry kiss, and you were manhandled into his arms so he could walk the two of you over to the lounge stuffed away in the corner of the room.
As soon as your ass made contact with the velvet cushions, Sebastian broke away so his hands could get to work on hauling your skirt down your legs. The ferocity of the movement nearly sent you flying to the floor with the attire, but then the freckled man was moving back into your personal space so abruptly, your teeth knocked together before he began biting and sucking at your bottom lip.
“Fuck– Sebastian, what the hell’s gotten into you?” The pain from his ministrations quickly blurred together with the unmistakable arousal pooling between your legs, and when he pressed the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit through your soaked undergarments, he swallowed your shaky moans with a nefarious kiss.
“I have to have you,” Sebastian murmured as his hands came up to remove your blouse, exerting a smidge more self-control than he did with your skirt so he didn’t render your uniform unusable afterwards. There was still the matter of school technically being in session, but after watching Leander put his hands on you, Sebastian was feeling especially possessive, and seeing you lay the brute out like it was nothing made his thirst for you seem borderline unquenchable. He asked hurriedly, “Merlin’s balls, let me eat you out– please?”
You shivered as he undid the last button on your shirt and slipped the material over your shoulders, tossing it to the stone floor alongside the rest of your clothes. Having long since given up on wearing your bras after Sebastian ripped the straps of your last two, you were completely bare– an open invitation for him to begin kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples hard enough to make you arch into his touch.
He took full advantage of your close proximity and latched his lips over your thundering pulse, sinking his teeth into the skin to work a mark there, and you nodded shamelessly when you felt his fingers slip beneath your underwear.
“O-Okay. Alright– fine, but take this off,” your hands tugged at the collar of his shirt, ardently conveying that if you were going to let him satiate himself, the least he could do was let you look at him.
Sebastian was obliging you in a heartbeat, pulling away from your spread legs to wriggle his tie loose. It hung messily around his neck– just enough for him to swiftly begin undoing his button up– and the entire time he worked to shed the clothing, his dark, penetrating gaze never left your flushed body. Once the front of his shirt fell open and he’d discarded it, you were met with the tantalizing sight of Sebastian’s toned, freckled chest. The mouth watering trail of hair running below his navel paved a path to the tenting fabric of his trousers, and as soon as Sebastian caught you staring, his brown eyes were darkening impossibly further.
Prowling forward with feline grace, Sebastian smirked as he lifted his tie off of his shoulders to drape over your head. He didn’t bother tightening it, instead letting it hang in a disheveled heap between your breasts, and the sight did more for him than he cared to admit, his cock straining uncomfortably in his trousers. But right now wasn’t about him– not really– it was about you, and Sebastian’s reverent need to please you.
“Hold that for me,” he purred down at you before he was dropping to his knees in front of you.
A brilliant flush swept up your torso as his warm, broad hands came to finally slip your drenched panties away from your aching heat, gliding the material down your outstretched legs without tearing his eyes away from you. Goosebumps broke out all over your skin when the chill of the Undercroft passed over you, and your breath caught in your throat when he eagerly licked his lips and sidled up to the edge of the couch.
Sebastian looped his arms under your thighs, tugging you closer to him so that your ass dangled precariously off the cushions, causing you to shiver under his unyielding stare. He nudged your legs up onto his shoulders, casting a mischievous look your way before he was nuzzling his face into the sensitive skin of your legs, and the adoring kisses he peppered up the apex of your thighs had your stomach tensing in anticipation.
“Do you think we could try sparring one day?” Sebastian asked randomly, teasing his fingers closer to your dripping folds before pulling them away entirely. The dejected sigh that slipped from your lips made him chuckle darkly, and you narrowed your eyes at him as his question finally processed.
“Sparring? What the hell for?”
He shrugged, jostling your raised legs as his fingers dug firmly into your hips for a modicum of restraint. “I think I’d enjoy getting thrown around by you. Do you think you could?”
Merlin– he had officially lost his mind. “Maybe? I wouldn’t want to hurt you, though.”
Something wild sparked behind his irises then, and he began placing lingering kisses in the hollow of your leg. “I would love it if you did,” another soft press of his lips, this time right beside your aching center. “Seriously, when we do, promise me you won’t hold back.”
“You’re actually insane,” you wheezed out as his next kiss fell directly against your clit, and your nails dug fitfully into the padding of the lounge at the featherlight feeling.
“Only for you, darling.” Sebastian’s grip on your hips tightened as he mercifully sealed his mouth over your cunt, and your head kicked back against the sofa with an audible whack as your shrill voice suddenly echoed off the walls of the cavernous room. Your next breath was stolen from you as you felt Sebastian’s tongue circle over your clit, pressing and dragging the muscle down your heat to lap up as much of you as you could– and you swore you’d never been so wet in your fucking life.
By some miracle, you didn’t pass out from the overwhelming bliss, but you sure as hell saw stars dancing in the corners of your vision when Sebastian tongued at your tight entrance. The sordid sounds coming from the brunet between your legs was enough to have you clenching your thighs on either side of his head, and the blatantly aroused groan it pulled from his throat reverberated against you perfectly.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” you whimpered, snapping your hands up from the seat to fist in his curly, brown locs, and when you pulled him against you harder, he moaned at the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp. He switched tactics then, shaking his head from side to side softly to rub his lips sinfully over your bundle of nerves. The friction was dizzying, and you brazenly bucked your hips against his chin to chase your steadily mounting pleasure. “Merlin–”
Sebastian was utterly transfixed by you. Through hooded eyes, he watched rapaciously as you crumbled above him; your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and the ever darkening flush that decorated your skin made the green of his tie around your neck stand out even more, acting like a proprietary flag that claimed you as his. You cracked open your eyes to stare down at him, and your stomach flipped at his unbridled, lust-filled gaze boring into you.
Sitting forward more, Sebastian wound one of his arms over the angular curve of your hip bones, simultaneously pressing you harder into him while preventing you from shifting around. He mouthed sloppily against you, and you were left to balance your leg over his shoulder when he dropped his other hand to begin teasing at your soaked hole. He pressed the tip of his finger in slowly before withdrawing it completely, and he repeated the same motion a few more times until you were on the verge of tearing a fistfull of his hair out.
A keening sound ripped from your chest when he removed the digit slower than before, and you could feel Sebastian smirk against you. “S-Stop teasing,” you stuttered, your voice strained and airy.
Sebastian pulled away with a conniving chuckle, and the sight of your slick coating the entirety of his lower face damn near killed you on the spot. “I’m trying to take my time here– you taste so fucking sweet.”
His finger was back, sliding into you once again– only this time he spared you further torment by burying the appendage inside of you to the knuckle and curling it deliciously upwards. You gasped, arching off the back of the lounge in some vain attempt to feel more of him, but his strength pressing into your hips held you firmly in place, and a legitimate whine tumbled from your swollen lips.
He set an achingly slow pace, focusing more on wiggling his finger inside of you before pulling it back to thrust in again, and your throaty groan was cut short when Sebastian’s mouth reappeared on your cunt. He lapped at you furiously, working your brain into a tizzy with the rapid flicks of his tongue against your clit, and the cord in your gut was wrought tight as your climax roared to life in the far reaches of your mind. The wanton moans that slipped from Sebastian were electrifying, and the intensity of his ministrations increased when he added a second finger to the mix. Any pain or discomfort was nonexistent; all you could focus on was the sheer exhilaration his efforts brought you, and your hands tightened in his hair to silently warn him that you were close.
Leaning sideways for a better angle, Sebastian rolled his head against your inner thigh to peer up at you. Once your glazed over eyes landed on him, he let his mouth hang open in an obscene manner to lewdly flick his tongue over your nub at the same time he stroked your inner walls, and that was as much as you could take before you were crying out for Sebastian loud. Your orgasm hit you with the force of a train, stealing your breath and making your muscles tense so hard that your boyfriend’s face was effectively crushed between your trembling legs.
Sebastian took everything that you inflicted upon him in stride; the stinging drag of your nails through his hair, as well as the suffocating squeeze of your thighs on either side of his head. He relished in it– and he positively lived for how he could make you fall apart in such a way. His cock concurred with his thoughts, twitching enthusiastically against the confines of his trousers.
The freckled, Adonis incarnate before you rose to his full height after you had the good grace to release him from the stifling confines of your legs, groaning softly when his fingers slipped out of you. Sebastian regarded you with a predatory look that promised more, and you swallowed thickly as you watched his hands languidly work to undo the catch of his pants.
Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, Sebastian’s brows pinched together with blatant need as he scanned your prone form against the sofa. “Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me?” His imposing stature over you– shirtless and flushed, with his chest rising and falling from the strained breaths he pulled into his lungs– it had your heart hammering wildly against your sternum. You shook your head. “Then I’ll show you,” he vowed, and the timbre to his voice seemed to reignite the fire burning in your veins.
Working quickly, Sebastian shoved his trousers down to his thighs, pulling himself out of his briefs with a needy groan. He gave himself a few testing pumps, tipping his head back slightly when his fist squeezed around the bright red tip, and then he was zeroing in on you like you were the only thing in the room he cared to pay attention to. You were still quivering in your spot on the lounge when Sebastian stepped forward, hauling you upright by the tie around your bare neck to spin you around so you were kneeling on the cushions with your front pressed into the backrest of the couch.
It took everything in you not to sink back down on your wobbly legs, but then you felt Sebastian’s hands running down your back towards the shapely curve of your ass, and he squeezed at the skin there greedily before lining himself up with your spit-slick cunt. Far too eager to feel his cock inside of you, you watched over your shoulder as Sebastian gingerly pressed into you with a low, raspy moan, and your fingers dug into the backrest so hard, your knuckles blanched white.
Despite his urgency, Sebastian took his time rocking his hips into you, drinking in your sweet little sounds as he filled you up and slid home. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning forward to rest his head between your shoulder blades as he buried himself to the hilt. His hands moved from your ass to your waist, holding you still with bruising strength as he got used to the sensation of your hypersensitive walls contracting around him. Your breaths were coming out fast and shallow, completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of him compared to his fingers. Having already come, you were like putty in Sebastian’s hands as he ground his cock into you firmly, and you felt him twitch inside you when your head fell forward against the upholstery of the seat with a gasp. “Fuck– you’re so wet still– feels so fucking perfect.”
When Sebastian pulled back to torturously thrust into you slowly, your hips rocked in tandem against him, and he redirected his eyes up from where the two of you were connected so he could drink in the expression on your face. Your lips were parted around a choked moan as he moved inside of you, those beautiful, luminescent eyes of yours sparkling with rampant affection and arousal, and his tie swayed around your neck in sync with his movements.
Sebastian hunched forward, lifting one of his hands to rake through your disheveled hair and pull your head back towards his shoulder, and you cried out suddenly before the sound transformed into a filthy moan that only served to spur Sebastian forward faster. His hold on you was unrelenting, effectively bending you backwards against his sweaty chest as he increased his pace and began spearing his cock into you with brutal efficiency.
It didn’t take long for him to start hitting the deepest parts of you, the thick head of his shaft curving up to graze deliciously over your sweet spot with every rough thrust. Your eyes rolled back in your skull, shameless noises spilling from your lips as Sebastian folded you backwards onto his cock to satiate himself. That familiar feeling blossomed low in your gut, and one of your hands flew back to dig your nails into the bare skin of Sebastian’s thigh behind you.
“Fuck, fuck, Sebastian–” your warbled voice was like music to his ears, pulling the corners of his mouth up into a devilish smile. His next thrust was particularly forceful, and the incriminating sound of skin slapping against skin filled the Undercroft, seemingly harmonizing with the cacophony of noises that the two of you created together. “Merlin–”
Sebastian growled, releasing your hair to trail his hand across your front and curl around your throat. He tightened his hold there, squeezing just enough so that your walls clenched around his cock as he upped his tempo. You were completely enveloped by him, held fast to his damp chest as he ruthlessly pounded into you, and the lack of oxygen to your brain numbed everything else as your second orgasm loomed threateningly overhead.
Overcome with telltale urgency, Sebastian chased his own pleasure desperately, bucking his cock deep into your clenching heat, wringing choked gasps and stuttered cries of his name from your open mouth, and he was fucking dizzy from how good it felt to be pressed against you, holding you tight in his arms. Sebastian tugged you closer to him to latch his lips over the sweaty skin below your ear, biting and sucking a mark there as he propelled his hips upwards inside of you.
There really wasn’t anything you could do to stop yourself from frantically rutting back in search of that building euphoria. You rode back onto Sebastian with as much give as you were allowed, your eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure and your thighs shaking from how good Sebastian was fucking you, filling you up deep and hard and fast, just how you liked it. The way he slammed you back down onto his rough thrusts by your throat only added fuel to the fire, leaving you a sloppy, gasping, pleading mess in his arms.
Sebastian released his ironclad grip around your waist to snake his hand lower to your sensitive clit, and your head fell back against his shoulder as he started rubbing firm circles over the overstimulated nub. Your voice strained against his uncompromising hold on your throat, “Fuck– Sebastian, please–”
“Come, darling, come on my cock. Let me hear your pretty noises, I’m so close,” he muttered the command against the shell of your ear, railing his cock into you so fast and so harshly, you had no choice but to oblige him.
Sebastian watched as you crumbled against him for the second time, utterly in love with the way your spine rounded as you sank into him, every part of your body trembling. Your walls tightened impossibly further around him, causing him to gasp into the crook of your neck, and Sebastian slammed his cock into your incredible cunt— nearly mindless from how you shook against him— and he fucked you clean through your orgasm until your sounds and body yanked him right over the edge with you. His dark eyes rolled shut, growling your name through his clenched teeth as his pace faltered before he was burying himself deep in you with a heady gasp.
The feeling of Sebastian emptying inside of you rendered you boneless, leaving your boyfriend with the task of keeping you upright as he ground his hips against your ass, milking himself dry with broken whimpers before halting his movements entirely. His hold around your throat loosened, and the rush of blood returning to your brain was akin to pure bliss alongside the remnants of your climax.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned after a few heated seconds, relaxing his grip on you so that he could slide himself out before gingerly lowering the two of you down onto the cushions together. Your hands slipped from the back of the couch and fell into your lap as Sebastian maneuvered you into a sitting position, your body too limp to even bother moving yourself. “Are you okay?”
You gave him a nonplussed blink as you willed your brain to function properly again, and then you nodded shakily. “Shit, yeah. I had no idea your bloodlust would turn you into such a lunatic, though,” you muttered, and Sebastian’s bellowing laugh roused you further from your post-coital state.
“It’s not bloodlust, darling. It’s you,” he countered easily, a smug smile playing on his freckled lips. He tucked his softening cock back into his briefs and tugged his pants back up over his hips before moving away from you to retrieve the scattered pieces of your uniform. When he reappeared with the ball of clothing, you took it graciously, staying seated on the couch as you worked your underwear up your unsteady legs. “I was serious about the sparring thing, too. I think it would be fun watching you let loose.”
You shot him a hesitant look, not particularly keen on his eagerness to get bloodied up at your hands, but his excitement at the thought was palpable, and you found yourself relenting to his ludicrous idea with a sigh after a few beats of silence. “Fine,” you conceded. “But only once. I don’t care how horny it makes you– I don’t like the thought of hurting you, no matter how easy it is to fix broken bones here.”
He had bent down to snatch his button up off the floor, but paused on his way up to glance at you with a pleased expression on his face. The shirt was momentarily forgotten as Sebastian fell to his knees once again, only this time it was to cradle your face in his warm hands and pull you in for a toe curling kiss. His thumbs traced along your cheekbones as his tongue delved deep in your mouth, and you sighed contentedly. The gentleness that always followed these heated moments between the two of you was, without a doubt, one of your favorite things.
Sebastian broke away to pepper a quick succession of lighter kisses all over your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reverence. “Hell yes, whatever you want. I’ll do it wearing a damn ball gown if that’s what it takes.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re barking mad?”
He smirked, far too pleased to be hearing you say so. “From time to time, yes. Don’t lie, you love it.”
Your eyes twinkled with amusement, and fighting your smile proved to be easier said than done. “I love you. Your crazy ideas, however, I take with a grain of salt.”
From there, he stood fully to throw his shirt over his shoulders, and you mirrored his actions, redressing yourself as quickly as your shaky legs would allow. Once finished, you slipped Sebastian’s tie off of your neck, draping it over his shoulders with a coy smile, and you felt his arm coil around your waist to tug you flush against his front, stealing your lips in another steamy, doting kiss. You returned the gesture with equal fervor, rising to your tip-toes to trail your hands up into his hair to scratch shiver-inducing stripes down the nape of his neck.
The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before the screeching gears of the metal gate drew your attention, and you pulled apart at the same time Ominis strode into the Undercroft. His face was contorted in concentration, his wand sweeping across the room until he seemed to sense that yes, his two best friends had indeed abandoned him in the Great Hall to disappear into their shared space.
“Where the hell have you two been?” He asked, not even bothering to confirm that you were truly there. His outstretched wand pointed towards you both as he made his way to the back of the room. “I thought we were meeting for lunch, I’ve been entertaining idle gossip for the better part of a half hour. What is it that I keep hearing about Leander getting punched in the face?”
At that, you stepped away from Sebastian, adjusting your skirt slightly before bashfully rubbing the back of your neck. “Ah, yeah. That was me,” you confessed. “Word travels fast. What exactly is being said?”
Ominis cocked a brow at you as he came to halt a few feet away, a strange look passing over his features as his wand pulsed in your direction. “Rumor has it you broke his nose. Please tell me this isn’t going to become a regular occurrence– I can hardly keep up with Sebastian coming to blows with students as it is.”
“It won’t, don’t worry. I doubt he’ll even come around me anymore after this.”
Sebastian snickered under his breath, eyeing you with a proud look that reminded you of your recent escapades, and you blushed under his knowing stare. “If Leander knows what’s good for him, he won’t so much as glance in your direction for the rest of the year. But on that note, I’m famished. Anyone up for food?”
“I’ve been ‘up for food’ for thirty minutes,” Ominis muttered as he turned on his heel to head for the gate. The three of you fell into step alongside one another, Sebastian’s hand brushing against yours as you walked towards the exit, but then Ominis was pausing mid step, tilting his head up to… sniff the air? How odd. “Merlin’s beard, it smells like sex in here.”
You snatched your hand away from Sebastian’s to slap your palms over your eyes in embarrassment, every ounce of blood in your body rushing to your head and heating your cheeks as you willed the floor to open up underfoot and swallow you whole. Your boyfriend, however, only laughed.
“We had to work up an appetite before finding you,” Sebastian mused, unashamed at having been caught by the blond man. “Sorry, Ominis. I’ll send an owl next time.”
“Please stop fucking in the Undercroft. I’m too scared to sit down here anymore– I can’t tell whether I’m avoiding your cum stains or not.”
“You’ll want to steer clear of the lounge for the foreseeable future, then.” Sebastian fired back instantly, not a lick of chagrin to be detected in his voice. “That’s a mess you’ll want to avoid.”
“Please stop talking,” you grit through your teeth, and the coquettish expression on the brunet’s face warranted a sharp look from you. “Or I can’t promise I won’t punch you in the face next.”
“Didn’t we just establish that I want you to go that route? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Ominis threw his hands up in utter exasperation, shaking his head in disbelief at Sebastian’s gall before damn near sprinting to leave the Undercroft, and the two of you were forced to skip after him as he ascended the staircase to head for the Great Hall. Even after sitting down and piling food on his plate, Sebastian continued to oggle you from his seat across the table. Every so often you would feel his foot nudge your calf, trailing the appendage up your leg to play with the hem of your skirt.
Despite your earlier mortification, he did a stellar job of brightening your mood, and when Ominis groused over his mug that the two of you should just get fucking married already, Sebastian looked at you wonderstruck, and he seemed to seriously consider it.
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how do you think Ominis would react to reader being in hufflepuff!! Like they’re together romantically 🙏
OMINIS REACTING TO HAVING A HUFFLEPUFF LOVER
I think he would be surprised a hufflepuff like you would be his lover.
You’re too kind for this world, you’re too kind for him.
When you confessed your love to him, he thought maybe you were just playing with him. But the more he sensed the truth in your heart beat. His face bursted into a flames and he accepted.
That’s how you became his partner.
You two are the most adorable couple in 5th year.
He loves you never less, you’re his other half surprisingly.
He’d honestly want you away from his family and keep you a secret from them. He can’t risk you getting hurt.
Locking pinkies or just arms to show subtle affection.
Oddly he likes how you help him fix his hair and clothing if he messes up a bit.
I feel like his reaction to when it sets in that you two are actually together. He would slowly smile. Just happy to have someone to love mostly.
Plus, every Slytherin need their emotional support hufflepuff 🫶🏾💗
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— Odd
🧹 — Symopsis. Ominis decides to sit with you as you finish your breakfast. An odd- and flirtatios- conversation ensues.
🧹 — Warnings. Flirting. Weird situations. Someone’s finger ends up in someone’s mouth. Weird scenario. Mention of the One and Only Sebastian Sallow. Mention of crutiatus curse. No mention of reader’s gender or pronouns or house.
“Good morning,” a voice greeted beside you. Turning, you saw Ominis Gaunt’s milky grey eyes. He had a small smile on his face, his head cocked.
“Hello.” You greeted, voice raspy from dissuse.
Ominis busied himself by preparing his plate. It consisted of figgy pudding (ew), toast with perfectly melted butter, and two medium sized waffles. What an odd combination, you thought.
“Why are you sitting next to me? Sebastian normally follows your every movement,” you asked, finishing up the last bite of your breakfast. You admit, Ominis arrived at an unsavory time, but you liked him enough to stay and converse with him.
Ominis stiffened. “He… has been his usual annoying and persistent self. I needed to speak to someone else for once.”
Your eyebrow raised; Sevastian himself had told you that Ominis didn’t really talk to other people. Unless there was a reason. He was perfectly polite, of course, but Ominis just wasn’t the person to strike up conversation with just anyone. Intriguing, you thought. “I see,” you replied casually. “Is there a reason I’m the person you chose to speak to?”
Ominis nodded. “There is, indeed.” Ominis placed his almost finished toast back on the plate. “I understand that you probably don’t have the best perception or impression of me after I… my rather rude outburst to you about lying about the Undercoft. And for me letting Sebastian crucio you without argument.”
You shrugged, knowing Ominis would understand your movement without the ability to see. “I’d… it’s… Someone crucio-ing me is bound to happen at the rate I’m investigating into Ranrok and Rookwood….” The sound of Rookwood’s ‘avada kedavra’ had rung through your mind. Poor Natty had brushed it off, but you felt bad for her: she hadn’t signed up to have grown men try to kill her. “I’m glad the first time was with people that weren’t doing it for malicious intent,” you finished hastily. You didn’t really know what to say. Ominis had set his boundaries and was upset about being in the scriptorium at all- and he had a good reason to be. Sebastian’s response to you volunteering for the curse was a little odd, but you know that’s just how he is. “I know we’ve already been over this, but I am truly sorry about making you go with us.”
Ominis looked incredulous. “We tortured you and you’re the one apologizing? Y/n, darling, you need to get out and meet new people.”
You huffed a laugh. “You’re one to talk,” you shot back, taking a sip from your goblet.
“I guess you’re right about that. Matter of fact, you’re right about almost everything.”
You shrugged. “I’ve been placed in a unique set of sitautions that not many others have experienced. I guess knowledge and a fast reaction time is necessary,” you rambler, hating how you sounded so preachy.
“An admirable trait, I must admit,” Ominis murmured. His face was turned to yours, close enough you could see some of the melted butter gathered by his lip.
“There’s butter on your mouth,” you mumbled carefully, treading carefully.
The blond only hummed. “Help a blind man out?” He asked, voice low.
Had it been anyone else, you would have hit them upside the head and depulso’d them. An odd request, especially considering the fact that you hadn’t spoken to each other that much. But the way he had fretted over you as the pain of the cruciatus curse brought you to the ground was something that lingered in your mind. He had rushed over you after your poorly withheld screams had successfully pierced his eardrums for more than humanly necessary. Despite his blindness, he had slipped his arm under your shoulder and stood up. You shuddered and leaned into his arms, thankful for the feeling of human warmth.
And then there was Ominis’s habit of looking for you in the Great Hall whenever he felt your aura (odd, but he had taken a liking to you, despite your limited encounters). You always felt his presence searching for yours, bit you assumed it aas to make sure you were still alive and kicking: after all, you were Sebastian’s friend.
You reached up and swiped your thumb on Ominis’s bottom lip, gathering the melted butter. “Open,” you whispered.
The dull conversations taking place at tables all around the Great Hall were silenced. Ominis opened hs mouth and you slipped your thumb in his mouth. As bizarre and disgusting it was, Ominis enjoyed the feeling of you so close to him, even in this way. After Ominis’s tongue had swiped the butter off you pulled away and wiped the excess saliva on a napkin.
Ominis’s eyes were a touch darker now. He sighed shakily, thinking of how you had commanded him to open his mouth and how willing he was to follow your order. He cleared his throat. “Well.”
You smiled slightly, seeing the blush painting Ominis’s cheeks. “I’ll be out in the Pitch today. Come find me later and we can work on… spell practice.”
Ominis nodded. “Very well. I will.”
As you got up and walked away, Ominis rested his head in his hands. As he had expected, you flirted back with a talent that rivaled Sebastian Sallow himself. And the tent in his pants proved just how fond he had grown to you.
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What He Noticed First
Ominis Gaunt x fem reader/MC
Fluff/angst
Summary: Ominis finds himself dealing with a lot of complicated feelings, especially when he realizes he has a crush on the new fifth year.
A/n: This started out as a cute fluffy idea but turns a little angsty. I’m thinking about writing a second part.
*not my picture
Vanilla, Ominis noted to himself about the new fifth year student. She smelled like vanilla. He wasn’t sure if it was her shampoo, perfume, or lotion, but every time she shifted or moved in her seat next to him the sweet smell of vanilla floated in the air.
Professor Ronen asked a question while Ominis was lost in thought, but y/n’s hand shot up in the air, answering the professor’s question with a soft and delicate voice.
“Excellent,” the Charms professor applauded before diving further into his lecture.
During class, Ominis made several other observations about y/n, other than her enticing scent, she was bright, eager to learn, and quick with occasional witty comments that she’d whisper to him or the student sitting at her other side.
“And that concludes our lesson,” Professor Ronen announced.
Ominis furrowed his brow, class had seemed to go by in a blur. Had he really been so fixated on the new girl that he hadn’t hardly heard a single thing Professor Ronen had said.
“See you next charms class,” y/n said to him as she rose from her seat.
“Yeah,” Ominis replied, still slightly dazed. “Goodbye.”
Even as she left the classroom, the sweet scent of vanilla lingered near him. Without much hurry, he gathered his things and took out his wand leaving with the rest of the stragglers to his next class.
Over the past several weeks, he had become better acquainted with y/n. He began to recognize her by other little details than just the way she smelled, like by the rhythm of her walking or the sound of her quietly humming to herself as she explored the castle.
When the opportunity would present itself, he sought out reasons to chat with her, even for simple things like discussing homework and how she was adjusting to Hogwarts.
He eventually learned more about her and her life, although he had remained reserved about sharing about himself. He’d rather listen to her talk anyways, than drudge up any unpleasantness.
It didn’t take long before Ominis began to associate anything made with vanilla with y/n. He’d be in Honey Dukes or in the great hall and smell something similar and a small smile would form on his face without fail.
He hadn’t really noticed himself until Sebastian had pointed it out at Hogsmeade. Fortunately, Sebastian hadn’t made the full connection, but seemed utterly bewildered over Ominis smiling over cakes.
At first, Ominis didn’t really think much of it, so what if he smiled everytime he smelled vanilla or that he’d feel a little flutter in his gut when he she’d walk into the room. She was his new friend, that was it… He denied to himself that it was anything else.
It wasn’t until one day in potions when he was faced with tangible evidence. He could hear all the girls giggling and buzzing with excitement as Professor Sharpe wrote on the chalkboard.
Sebastian groaned, “What a waste of time.”
“What is it?” Ominis quietly asked him.
“Apparently, we’re learning about-“
“Amortentia,” Professor Sharpe stated flatly, obviously not excited about the day’s lesson either. “A powerful love potion, and while we will not be brewing any in class, it is important to learn about its features and effects, if only to not become a recipient of its effects.”
Professor Sharpe moved to a potion station at the front of the class and asked all the students to gather around. “Amortentia induces the recipient to become infatuated or even obsessed, which could lead to some rather dangerous outcomes.”
The potions professor lifted the lid of the cauldron, “Amortentia smells differently to each person, particularly things that each individual is attracted to.”
Ominis stumbled forward a bit as the other students closed in closer to the cauldron. Standing almost in front of it now, all he could smell was vanilla, it was overwhelming to all his other senses, almost as if he was floating in a sea of it. Ominis bit his bottom lip tightly, his teeth digging into his skin as he realized why.
Finally, Professor Sharpe replaced the lid and Ominis felt like he could breathe again. His shoulders slumped as he stood there.
“You alright?” Sebastian pressed. “Look like you might throw up.
“I-I’m fine,” Ominis said, rubbing his face. “Think I’m just tired.”
Once class was dismissed, Ominis fled to the Slytherin common room. He flopped onto his bed, burying his face in his pillow. How was he supposed to act around y/n now?
As the evening approached, Ominis remained in bed, afraid to go downstairs to the great hall, in case he’d run into y/n.
Dread filled him at the thought. He was suddenly self conscious about everything, what if said the wrong thing, or worse, what if y/n figured out how he felt and rejected him?
Eventually, he fell asleep still dressed in his uniform. It wasn’t a restful sleep, he woke in the morning cranky and irritable. He still had no solution for his crush problem other than avoiding y/n as much as possible.
He was the last one to leave the common room, he was hoping most people by now were done with breakfast, so he could at least eat in peace.
As expected, he wasn’t greeted by the usual noise and chatter, just a few students finishing their meals before heading for class. Sitting alone at the far end of the Slytherin table, Ominis served himself toast and a glass of pumpkin juice.
He stilled midbite as he heard footsteps approach.
“Relax,” Sebastian yawned, sitting next to Ominis. “It’s just me.”
“You slept in rather late,” Ominis commented, swallowing. “What were you up to last night?” He raised a brow, waiting for his friend’s reply.
“Nothing,” Sebastian shrugged.
Ominis frowned at Sebastian, they had been friends long enough for him to know that it was not nothing.
“I was just exploring the Restricted Section,” he admitted.
“Again? Are you trying to get expelled?”
“I’m not going to get expelled,” Sebastian sighed, playing with his food.
They parted ways after breakfast, heading to their respective morning classes. Being a few minutes late served Ominis well, he slipped in quietly and took an empty seat in the back row.
Typically, he sat near the front with y/n right beside him, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to act normally around her. Still, even sitting far from her, his stomach still flipped every time she spoke up to answer a question or giggle with whoever she was next to her.
He always assumed people were exaggerating when they spoke of infatuation and love. But this ache in his chest was practically indescribable. He yearned to be near her while simultaneously feeling nauseous at the thought of being close to her.
How does anyone handle feelings like these with any poise?
He recalled all the times he chuckled at the misery of others. Listening to other poor souls stumbling over their words or saying foolish things or behaving awkwardly simply because they were in the presence of someone they liked.
Now he was just another one of those bumbling idiots, but worse, he was too scared to even talk to her anymore. He felt like a coward.
When class ended, he tried to leave first. As he walked through the threshold, he could hear y/n calling after him and rushing towards him.
On one hand, he loved hearing her call his name, but he was also struck with anxiety, his palms already beginning sweating as he tried to walk faster.
“Hey,” she said, having caught up to him. “Are you alright?”
Ominis could hear the concern in her voice, he felt like he could melt on the spot, especially as she tugged on the sleeve of his robe to get him to stop and talk to her.
“I’m fine,” he answered sharper than he had meant to.
“Are you sure?” She pressed. “Sebastian said you weren’t feeling well yesterday and I didn’t see you this morning at breakfast.”
Ominis lowered his brow, “When did you and Sebastian talk?”
“Last night,” she answered in a small voice, while his voice rose.
“When, last night?”
“I really shouldn’t say more,” y/n replied softly. “I just.. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
His jaw clenched tightly, how had it escaped his attention how close you and Sebastian had become, and why did it bother him so much?
He wasn’t stupid, this meant you and Sebastian had been in the Restricted Section, together, for some reason unknown to him.
Ominis sighed, his body relaxing a bit, “I’m fine y/n, really I am. I appreciate your concern.”
“I’ll see you later?” She asked.
Ominis nodded.
A couple of days passed, uneventfully for Ominis and the other students. Y/n seemed quite busy as of late, which was both a blessing and a curse. It was easier to avoid her if she wasn’t around, but it felt like ages since he had last spoken to her.
It was late at night and Ominis found himself unable to sleep. Thoughts of y/n and his troubles plagued him as he explored the quiet and empty halls of Hogwarts.
Despite his worries, he figured it would be best to get everything out in the open and go ahead and tell her how he felt. He simply needed to find the right time and place. And just like that the right place came to mind, The Undercroft.
It would provide the privacy that he desperately needed in order to make his confession. Even with Hogwarts being as vast as it is, there weren’t many places one could find absolute privacy, always a student or ghost coming in and out at all hours of the day. But in the Undercroft, they could be alone.
Without thinking, he started walking towards the hidden entrance. It had been some time since he had last gone down there.
His mind was already envisioning what he’d like to do or what he could do. The Undercroft wasn’t exactly the coziest place, but there were a few things he could do to make it more comfortable: more lights, maybe a few chairs or a blanket. He could even plan a little picnic or something.
He groaned to himself, “That might be a little too much.”
As Ominis approached the secret passage, he heard the distinct sounds of the gears twisting and passage opening as someone came out.
“Hello Sebastian,” He greeted, but quickly realized his mistake. “Wait.”
The familiar sweet scent of vanilla hung in the air giving y/n away. “Y/n?” He questioned, listening closely.
“Hello Ominis, I-“
“Did Sebastian bring you here?” He snapped, unable to disguise his anger or hurt.
“I won’t say a word about The Undercroft to anyone, I swear,” she pleaded.
“That’s not- That’s not the issue,” he murmured defeatedly. “Everything is ruined.”
He had wanted to be the one to show her, it was his secret afterall. And he feared that y/n and Sebastian were becoming something more than just friends.
Why else would Sebastian share such an important secret with her? Or help her sneak into the library?
He didn’t want to have to compete with oldest and dearest friend, and even if he did, he already felt like he had lost the battle. Ominis hated having all these conflicting emotions, especially the jealousy that he was currently overwhelmed by.
It didn’t seem fair. In a blink of an eye, Sebastian had seemingly won y/n over, even if both of him and her didn’t see it like that, yet, but to Ominis it was inevitable that they’d fall for each other.
“Ominis,” y/n spoke gently. “What’s ruined?”
“Don’t worry about it,” he shook his head.
Without saying another word, Ominis retreated alone back to the common room.
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I Didn’t Know How Much I Wanted You
OminisxSebastianXF!MC FLUFF. Family. F/M/M. Hurt/Comfort. Mild suggestiveness.
Ominis and Sebastian's wife has a surprise instore for them, and it's bigger than any of them could have imagined.
Sequel I Will Always Want You pt 1 Coming Soon I Will Always Want You pt 2
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Ominis could feel tension in the air around her. She was currently in the kitchen preparing their dinner for the evening while they waited for Sebastian to come home from work.
He had tried asking her if there was anything wrong, or if he could help her with anything, but she would only deny him.
“I’m fine Ominis, I promise,” she would say. But he could smell the smallest whiff of copper, from the blood undoubtedly coming from her biting her lip. A bad habit of hers that she developed when she was nervous or trying to hide something from her husbands.
It hurt him to believe that she was hiding something from him.
He chose to let it go though, and wait for Sebastian to get home to discuss it with him before possibly confronting her. Just because they were married did not mean that he wanted to pry into everything she does. But her tendency to rush ahead into situations first and think of the consequences later is obviously concerning to him.
He just hoped that whatever it was, they would all be able to sort it out. The three of them.
He sat at his desk as he failed to focus on his manuscript. Instead, he concentrated on the sounds of her working in the kitchen. Too consumed with his cloud of stress to continue to work.
“Wow! Something smells amazing!”
Ominis heard the voice of his husband coming home. He went to their wife first, Ominis could hear him giving her a kiss before asking how her day was. Her response was simply that dinner is just about done. The tension was getting stronger, Ominis felt like he was choking. He was so immersed in his own thoughts he didn’t notice Sebastian coming up to him. Not until he felt the strong hand of his husband grabbing his chin, lifting his head up for a searing kiss. Ominis sighed into Sebastian’s mouth, some of his stress alleviated by the feel of Sebastian’s lips upon his.
“What’s going on?” Sebastian whispered against Ominis’ lips after he released him.
Ominis shook his head, brows forward in concern and frustration. “I do not know,” he whispered back, “She won’t tell me anything. Every time I would ask her what was wrong, she would only say nothing and that she was fine. I do believe she’s hiding something.”
Sebastian gave a grunt of agreement.
“She’s been biting her lip again.” Sebastian said. Ominis could tell by the direction of his voice he was now looking towards her back in the kitchen.
“I know.”
Before they could continue, her voice called from the kitchen, letting them know dinner was ready.
Sebastian reached down to grab Ominis’ hand and they walked together to meet their wife at the table. Plates were already prepared for them and waiting for them as they sat down.
Sebastian wasn’t going to take it anymore. “Alright, darling,” Sebastian started, “What is-“
“I’m pregnant.”
Her voice was so soft as she cut Sebastian off that Ominis almost missed it. He felt the air exit his lungs and did not return. That certainly was not one of the possibilities he had thought of, or even would have thought of. Sebastian was just as silent next to him. The fork in his hand dropped to the floor with a loud chime.
Ominis could hear her sniffling. He could smell her tears.
Before his brain could fully process what she told them for him to react, he heard Sebastian shot up from his chair and rush to her. Ominis then could hear the beautiful sound of Sebastian’s laughter and her surprised shriek has he pick her up and spun her all around the room.
Sebastian held their wife’s face in his hands, and he poured all the love he had into a kiss for her, attempting to silence all her doubt her aura gave off.
“Why are you crying Darling?” Sebastian asked as he pulled away, using his thumbs to wipe the tears away from her cheek.
Before she could even answer, Ominis had made his way over to them and pulled her away from Sebastian so he could show her his love as well.
“Is this why you were on edge all day? Did you think we would reject you?” Ominis held her close with his arms around her lower back, his head bent down to rest his forehead against hers. Sebastian moved to be behind her, his arm coming around to embrace the front of her shoulders, while his other wrapped around both his husband and wife to Ominis’ lower back. He sighed in content as he rested his head on top of hers. The love was overflowing.
“N-no,” she cried softly, as she tucked herself under Ominis’ chin and snuggled into him. Tears still continuing down her face despite the boys' comforts. “I just wasn’t sure how the two of you would react. We never really discussed anything like this yet.”
She let out a soft moan when she felt Sebastian bring his head down to kiss and nibble the side of her neck, working on recreating a bruise that had just healed.
“Love, we are together every single night,” his hand making its way down the front of her, brushing against Ominis’ hardening bulge before he started to pull up the skirt of her dress to make access to her heat, “this was an inevitable outcome.”
Her breath hitched in that back of throat as Sebastian’s fingers started to work their magic. Ominis pulled back enough to push his lips upon hers, devouring her moans.
“Ominis, I think she deserves a reward for being such a good little wife, don’t you?” Sebastian whispered from her neck. He knew that tone.
Ominis gave her bottom lip a little nip before answering him, “I do believe you’re right. Come now love.” The two men pulled her into the bedroom.
Dinner was left cold and forgotten.
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Hours later, his two lovers were fast asleep after their passions, but Ominis laid awake. His fingers tracing lazy patterns on his wife’s stomach, thinking of the life that was growing under her skin. The initial joy of the announcement now was replaced with fear.
“Ominis? Why are you still awake?” He heard Sebastian whisper as he felt his husband weave his fingers into his. They rested their combined hands along her stomach. “You have that look on your face, what is wrong?”
Ominis could hear the concern in Sebastian’s voice, but he was terrified to speak his troubled thoughts out loud.
“Who’s do you think it is?”
“Pardon?”
Ominis felt horrible for even thinking this. “Sebastian, I hope it’s yours. I hope that it's your child that grows within her. I don’t want her giving birth to a Gaunt.”
Sebastian took a sharp inhale of air, shock at what the beautiful man in front of him was saying. “Ominis-”
“I can understand if you’re upset. I know I sound cruel. But I do not want to contribute to the Gaunt line. It’s a family tree that is filled with only pain and terror. I couldn’t bear to continue that line.” The pain of his childhood and the hatred he has for his family was written all over his face for Sebastian to read.
“Ominis…”
“I really don’t want to talk more of this right now. Go bad to sleep Sebastian.”
Sebastian watched as Ominis closed his eyes and snuggled back into the other side of their wife.
“Ominis, we love you. This child is a product of our love for each other. No matter who ‘father’ the child, we will love them and protect them.”
If Ominis heard him, he didn’t give any indication that he did. Sebastian let out a troubled huff before he nestled back into bed himself. He continued to hold Ominis’ hand as he nuzzled his face into his wife’s hair. He was grateful she was not awake to hear Ominis’ confession. He would have to speak to Ominis again about this. Maybe in the morning, or maybe in a couple days. Hopefully he’d come around on his own. Sebastian was aware of the disdain Ominis felt for his family, but he was not going to allow him to let that spread to self-hatred. Not to the point that Ominis would not want to sire any of their children. For now, though, he let sleep take him.
Sebastian was fast asleep by the time a single tear ran now their wife’s face.
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-months later-
Ominis was the first one to wake up to her painful moans. It had become a common occurrence in the last couple weeks. Their darling’s due date was steadily approaching, and she was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable in her own body as the babe was taking up so much space. She currently was laying on her side facing Sebastian, who started to wake up as well from her discomfortable groans. Ominis felt Sebastian starting to run his hand up and down her arms, trying to give her some comfort. Ominis meanwhile, was laying behind her. This gave him easy access to rub at her lower back. Unfortunately, judging by the sounds coming from her, their attempts to give her some relief were futile.
“Seb, I need to get up.”
The pain in her voice broke Ominis’ heart. He felt useless in this situation. Next thing he knew, the bed had shifted as his husband helped her out of the bed. Ominis sat up and tried to just listen, wondering how he could help them. Ominis could hear her hiss in agony as her feet touched the floor.
“Easy love, I have you. Just lean on me, okay.” Sebastian spoke softly to her, his voice laced with exhaustion. Though he dares not complain, nor would he. Ominis and he never paid any mind that they would spend sleepless nights awake with her as their child grew within her.
“Wa-Wait,” she took a sharp intake of air before another moan of distress left her lips.
“Darling?!” Sebastian cried out as she fell to her knees in pain. One of her hands ripped away from him and held her large belly. Ominis almost wanted to place his hands over his ears to muffle the wail that came from her. Next thing he heard was a splashing sound, like someone had poured water onto the ground.
“Fuck,” She let out faintly, “Boys, the baby is coming.”
“Like right now?” Ominis was not encouraged by the panic in Sebastian’s voice.
She continued to groan in pain, from what Ominis could only assume was from an additional contraction she was having. “Well, not right this second, but pretty soon my love,” another wave on pain consumed her, “Now if you be a dear and send an owl to your sister and Professor Weasley that would be absolutely wonderful, love.”
The relation smacked Sebastian in the face. “Oh right. Right!” He exclaimed as he ran out of the room to prepare an owl.
Ominis was right there in front of her as soon as her dark hair husband ran out in excitement. She signed as she leaned into Ominis’ chest, grateful for the support again. “Ominis, could you prepare a bath for me. A nice warm one, please.”
He planted a kiss on her forehead as he helped her up. “Anything for you my little dove.”
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She has been screaming for hours now. Anne and Professor Weasley had arrived very quickly after Sebastian had sent the owl out. Both women were asked weeks ago to help with the birth. Their wife wanted to have a home birth rather than going to St. Mungos. Her husbands were nervous about not having a doctor with her for her first delivery, but Anne had been in medical studies since graduation. Additionally, Professor Weasley had all her own children at home, not to mention helped with all her grandchildren’s births as well. She had assured both nervous dads-to-be that everything would be just fine.
Anne had come out of the bedroom a couple of times to the living room where the boys waited for their child to come into the world, giving them updates. She reaffirmed that everything was going normally, and despite the screaming coming from their wife, she was handling everything well.
Nothing Anne could say would ease Ominis and Sebastian’s stress though, not until their child was born and their wife was no longer in pain.
It was nearly dawn when they heard a wail of a baby, taking its first breaths of the world. Ominis could hear the girls laughing in joy mixed in with the child’s cries. Hearing her tear-filled laughter was a welcome change from all the pain.
Sebastian and Ominis waited impatiently on their feet for someone to come out of the bedroom. Finally, after only a few minutes, but what felt like hours, Anne came out of the bedroom. In her arms, a small bundle wrapped up in a blue blanket.
Ominis could hear the joy in Sebastian gasp. Letting his husband take the baby from his sister first, Ominis walked up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“He looks just like you Sebastian. He might have her nose,” Anne gave an emotional giggle, “But he’s definitely a Sallow.” She said as she carefully placed the child in Sebastian’s arms. Sebastian wasn’t sure when he started crying, but he barely noticed the tears as he glanced down at his son. Their son.
“Ominis,” He turned from his sister to his blonde love behind him, “We have a son.”
Ominis could only smile as he caressed the new baby’s head. He didn’t know he could ever be this happy.
The beautiful moment was interrupted by the scream from their wife.
“Ms. Sallow, get back in here. Appears there’s anything one!” Anne did not waste another movement and ran back to the bedroom.
“What?!” The husbands howled, causing their son to start bawling again. Sebastian brought the child closer and higher to his chest. Instinctually hushing and rocking the child, trying to calm their baby along with his own nerves.
“Twins?” Ominis whispered, turning towards the sounds of Sebastian next to him.
“I’ve heard it could be hereditary, and her stomach was rather big… but I never thought…,” Sebastian trailed off.
Ominis knew this could change everything. Twins brought a whole new risk to the birth. His legs felt weak as he fell onto the couch. He brought his fist to rest against his mouth. Hoping and praying that the second baby would be born without trouble, and his wife’s cries would finally end.
It was only two minutes later the sounds of the second child entering the world filled the home. But Ominis ears did not pick up the cheerful laughter the first child brought to the room upon his birth. Instead, he heard shock filled gasps. He didn’t hear anything else from the other two women in the room, but he did hear his wife’s crying as she try to hush the additional child.
He felt his heart sink to stomach. Could something be wrong with the baby?
Anne had softly opened and closed the door behind her as she approached her brother again.
“What is wrong?” Panic filled Sebastian’s voice.
Anne petted the small head of the little boy in his arms. “Nothing is wrong, but she does want to see you. Give your son to his other father and come with me.”
“What is going on?” Ominis stood up in alarm. He was perplexed why their wife would only wish to see Sebastian.
Anne sighed before taking the baby from Sebastian, nodding her head in the direction to the bedroom. Sebastian hurried in there while Anne came over to hand the boy to Ominis.
Ominis’ emotions where all over the place. He wasn’t sure if he was even fit to hold the infant.
“I don’t… I don’t know how,” the fear was written all over his face, “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You can’t hurt what you love. Now bring your arms out…yes, just like that,” she helped him curled his arms around his son. She gently grabbed his hand and positioned it to support the baby’s head. She guided him to sit back down on the couch.
“See,” he scoffed at her remark, “Oh you know what I mean. He’s perfectly at ease in your arms. He’s already falling back to sleep.”
Ominis let a small smile while he tried to focus on his son, and not the continued sobs from his wife in the bedroom as Sebastian tried to console her.
“Anne, what is wrong with the second baby,” his stomach was turning, and he felt like he was going to be sick.
“Nothing is wrong with the baby, Omi.” Her voice was not convincing. He held the one in his arms a bit closer.
He was nervous about being a father, but the very thought of anything happening to either of the newborns made his heart want to break.
Just as he was getting comfortable with the boy in his arms, Sebastian finally came out of the bedroom and made his way over to Ominis. His husband took a deep breath before a heavy sigh left his lips. Ominis could hear him running a hand through his hair as he bent down in front of him. Sebastian ran his hands up and down along the sides of Ominis’ thighs before bringing them to a rest on top and gave a comforting grip.
“What is it?” Ominis still did not believe there was nothing wrong with their additional child, based on how his husband and sister-in-law were acting.
Sebastian let out another sigh. He gave Ominis thigh a firm squeeze before starting.
“This is nothing wrong with her, Ominis,” Sebastian said with much emotion, “She is completely healthy, just like her brother. All ten fingers and toes. And a strong pair of lungs.”
“Her? A daughter?”
“Mhmm, she’s perfect.” The smile shined through his voice.
“Then why did our little dove only ask for you, and why is she still crying.” The hurt and confusion were getting too much for him to bear.
He waited for Sebastian to respond. He could tell that his love was trying to find the right words and it was tearing him apart.
“Because Ominis…” Sebastian paused to place a hand on their son’s head, who was sound asleep in Ominis’ arms, “Our son is definitely from my seed. Had he not come from our wife, it would be hard to say he’s even hers. He does have her nose like Anne said, and I pray he will have her beautiful eyes. Besides that, he has my hair, my ears, my chin, my everything. I’m willing to bet the house he’ll have freckles when he gets older as well,” Sebastian explained, making Ominis chuckle at the end.
“Our daughter, though,” Sebastian continued, “has very light hair. She has paler, fairer skin than her brother. She has a faint constellation of beauty marks on the side of her face, just like her father.”
Ominis felt all the air leave his lungs.
“In fact, she is a copy of her father, much like our son is a copy of me,” the hand that still rested against Ominis thigh tighten again, “Our son might’ve come from me, but our daughter came from you Ominis.”
Ominis barely felt the tears streaming down his face in his shock. He barely was able to process anything at all after what Sebastian just told him.
The next thing he knew, Sebastian placed his lips on his. The kiss bringing him back to his husband from wherever his mind had taken him to. Sebastian pulled away before Ominis was able to return the kiss but returned to nuzzle his forehead to his.
“She overheard us that night Ominis. She knows that you did not want to father any of our children. She’s afraid you will reject our daughter. She thinks you will be disappointed.”
Ominis couldn’t control the sobs as his heart shattered. He never wanted his pain to be their pain. Ominis shifted to rub his face in Sebastian’s chest as the man’s arms embraced him.
“I know that night you spoke about your doubts and fears. That you’re afraid of your family’s line. But my love,” Sebastian broke the embrace and brought his hands up to hold Ominis face, “that is absolutely an absurd notion.”
Ominis could feel the pain and love in his voice. He never thought he would ever be the one to create such anguish to the greatest treasures of his life.
“When I asked the both of you to marry me, for us to all be one together, and you accepted my hand and my name, you became a Sallow. Your last name is no longer Gaunt. You are a Sallow. Our wife, our son, and now our daughter as well, we are all Sallow together. We are your family now, Ominis, not them.
“The Gaunt’s do not a hold on you anymore. They will not have any part in our children’s lives. And IF they happened to find out about our daughter and try any of their dark wizardry bullshit, we will set their whole world aflame to protect her.” Sebastian tries to reassure him.
Ominis’ tears were a steady river flowing down his face as he tried to control his sobs. There were too many strong emotions raging around inside for him to handle all at once.
“Are you really going to regret her?” Sebastian didn’t hide the anguish and fear in his voice as he moved his head back to Ominis’.
“NO!” Ominis sobbed, cradling his son just a bit tighter. “N-no, of course not.” He gave up trying to control his tears. Ominis felt Sebastian nod against his forehead.
“I know, I know,” Ominis felt a kiss on top of his hair, “but our wife needs your support right now. Her emotions are uncontrollable- understandably so. All she can think right now is that you do not want the child currently in her arms.”
Ominis was speechless. What could he even say in response to that. He could only nod in agreement to go to their wife.
“Here, take our son.” Ominis stood and gave the infant back to Sebastian before making his way to their bedroom.
He was just about to enter when he heard someone else coming out. Professor Weasley made her way in front him, reaching to hold his hands into hers. “We just finished cleaning up. Though I’m afraid your sensitive nose will still pick up traces of blood, do not be alarmed by that. Your wife is comfortable and with your daughter.” She gave his arms a reassuring squeeze. “Congratulations. Anne and I will see ourselves out.”
Ominis thanked the professor before making his way around her towards the bedroom. He opened the door and walked in without knocking. His heart was breaking all over again at the sound of her sniffling.
“My love,” Ominis softly called out to her. His hand found her legs, running his fingers up her body until he was able to grasp her face, which was damp from her tears.
“I’m sorry O-Ominis.” She was shaking in his hand.
“No, no. None of that.” He hushed her as he brought her head to his chest and held her as tight as he could, minding the baby in her arms. He wanted to meet his daughter properly, but his wife needed his support first. “I am the one who is sorry, my love. My ignorance and foolish beliefs have affected you with such doubts. This was never my intention.”
He bent down to bring his face to hers. “I love you. So very much. Any child created with you between Sebastian and I is a pure blessing. I’m so sorry that I failed to see that in the beginning.” His hand left her face to lightly pat his daughter’s head. He smiled at the touch of her soft hair. “Can I hold her?”
She whimpered out a yes, her tears starting to dry up. His wife lifted their new daughter into his arms. He gently took the small girl in his embrace, more confident with her than he was when he first held her brother. Ominis held his breath as he held his daughter carefully in his arms for a moment. He listened intently to the cute baby noises she was making. After a minute, he felt comfortable enough to support her body and head with his chest and one arm, freeing his other hand to lightly trace the shape of her face. He took his time, memorizing every curve and feature. To his pleasant surprise, he felt her little hand grab ahold of his finger and held on.
A mix of a sob and a laugh escaped his throat. He brought her up closer to his face and nuzzled his nose with hers.
“Hello little one,” he greeted her with a chuckle through his tears that started to leak from his eyes again, “forgive your foolish father. I didn’t know how much I wanted you.” He could hear his wife crying again. “You and your brother are going to be so overwhelmed with love. I would apologize if I was sorry, but I am not. I hope you never get tired of it.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head before returning to his wife’s side, sitting down next to her on their large bed.
He kept their daughter in one arm, using his free arm to bring her head to rest on his shoulder in his embrace.
“She is prefect.”
His love laughed and nodded into neck. “Are you positive you’re not disappointed.”
“I will spend the rest of my life regretting those dark thoughts for ever coming into my mind. I love her, darling. I love our daughter, I love our son, so much so already. I love you so much. Thank you for bringing them into the world. You are so strong.”
She giggled to him; it was music to his ears. “What about Sebastian?”
He chuckled, “he can have what little love I have spared after the three of you.”
“I’m right here you know.” He heard his husband from the doorway.
“Sebastian,” his wife reached out to him, “come over here. Let us be a family together.”
Family. The three of them have been a family together for years now. But now with the twins, that word has a greater weight to it. And Ominis embraced it wholeheartedly.
Ominis felt the weight of the bed shift with the addition of his husband on the other side of their wife. She took their son from Sebastian, cradling him to her side and she turned back to face Ominis as she laid down. Sebastian curled himself around her back side with his arm coming around to rest on Ominis. Ominis himself sunk down to lay next to her, bringing their daughter to lay next to her brother while still being in his arms.
“Ominis, they can’t sleep with us. We’ll have to move them to the bassinet.”
“I know,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb them, “Just a couple more minutes. I like feeling them near. The two of you can rest, I’ll move them when I ready.”
Her smile couldn’t get any bigger. She raised her head to give him a loving kiss. When she let him go, she turned to Sebastian and gave him a kiss as well. “I love you so much,” she spoke to both of them before shutting her eyes. She would deny sleep no longer.
“And we love you, so much.” Sebastian responded, rubbing his face in her neck before falling asleep.
Ominis almost felt too overwhelmed. The love he had for them and the love he felt returned was more then he could ever hope for growing up. He’s not sure what he ever did to deserve them, but he vowed he would forever be grateful and try to be the best father and husband he could be for them.
“I love all of you. Thank you.”
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Yes, it is possible for twins to have different fathers. its called heteropaternal superfecundation. It's very rare, but very possible.
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Trouble of three heads
Masterlist Sebastian Sallow x Rawenclaw!reader (fem) x Ominis Gaunt (All platonic) Summary: Sebastian sneaks something into the castle and the tiro tries to figure out what to do with it. Warning: no use of y/n Author note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (T▽T) Also the Ceberus picture is actually a sticker you can buy! Word count: 1k Song: Affluenza by Conan Gray
It was a quiet afternoon in Hogwarts. Not something the students are used to. Well, at least not these 3. While Ominis is on the quiet side and tends to listen to his friends more, Sebastian is the complete opposite. The Ravenclaw girl that you can see hanging out with the two Slytherins likes to say that Sebastian is loud enough for all of them. Sebastian takes offence to that.
It was not weird to see the 3 walking in the hallways, Ominis and the girl walking almost hand in hand, while Sebastian circles them. The two agreed that if it was sociably acceptable, they would have put him on a leash.
So there was no surprise when Sebastian burst into the undercroft, hiding something under in robe. The girl and Ominis didn't pay him much attention, as they were used to his behaviour. That was until the girl saw something in the corner of her eyes.
“Sebastian.” She called out, making him stop at his tracts. Ominis lift his head as well, happy to listen. Sebastian did not move from his position. Not even turning around to face his friends.
“What do you have there?” She says, motioning to him to turn around and close to the sofa where she and Ominis sat. Sebastian looked over his shoulder before deciding against it and choosing to live another day. Just as he took a step from his friends, his rope let out a yelp.
Ominis raised his eyebrows.
“Did you just bark at us?” He asked in disbelief. Sebastian spun around offended and wanted to argue but the same noise left his robe again. He just looked at his friends, one on the verge of laughing and the other with the utmost confused expression on his face.
“Okay, you can't be mad.” He says. All three of them know that if Sebastian starts conversations with them, they are most likely to be mad. Sebastian unrevealed his rope and a little puppy jumped out of his arms.
The girl gasped and reached out to grab Ominis's hand.
“I found this creature, and I wanted to find out what it was.” He says, awkwardly scratching the behind of his ear. The girl looked at him in confusion as she helped Ominis to feel around for the dog.
“Maybe you can help me?” He says asking her.
“It's a dog Sebastian, I don't know what to tell you.” She says nonchalantly. Sebastian just huffs and points to the creature.
“A dog?! It has three heads do you not see it??”
“It's a puppy if anything!” She argues back.
“A puppy?! Are you blind?!”
“No, but I-”
“I am” Pipes up Ominis. Trying somehow to pet all 3 heads at the same time.
“We know.” They both say with a sigh.
“ Just making sure you haven't forgotten.”
“ Thank you for reminding us.” Says the girl with a soft voice.
“You’re welcome.” Ominis replies, a sly expression resting on his face. Silence falls upon the group as the only thing you can hear is the slight panting of the dog.
“So,” begins Ominis, “ did you or did you not steal a dog.”
“I did not steal a dog!” Sebastian defends himself.
“It certainly looks like it.” Sings back Ominis. The dog has now wedged between the girl and him, doing something that resembled a headstand.
“Was it by someone's house wearing a collar? Or in this case collars.” The girl teases him. Sebastian could only whine and run his hand through his hair. Shaking his head.
“ I found it in the forbidden forest,” he says, now making the other two stop in their actions. Sebastian was ready to say something more.
“You went to the forbidden forest alone?!” Ominis is the first one to react, the girl chose not to get between the two boys. As Ominis went off on Sebastian who looked like a puppy more than the actual puppy right now.
After some time all 4 of them have now settled on the floor of the undercroft. The puppy currently tagging on Sebastians’ sleeves.
“What should we call it?” Asks Ominis, patting around for the dog.
“What about Cerberus.” Suggested Sebastian, inspecting his wet sleeve as the dog was now chasing Ominises wand around.
“You can't name it after what it is.” The girl yelped, slapping his upper arm.
“You named your cat Kitty!” He yelps back, rubbing the spot where she hit him.
“Touché.”
“I think it's a nice name.” Ominis chimes in.
“Yeah, sure, I like it too.” The girl turns around her attitude. Sebastian can just watch in shock. Murmeling is something about favouritism.
The day left as soon as it arrived and it was now time to head into their respective common rooms. Sebastian discarded his rope long ago as the puppy managed to drool all over it. A new argument has appeared amongst the group. Who is gonna take the dog with them.
The boys said the girl should take it, as they had already gotten in enough trouble. She argued that they should take it as she can't hide it from other Ravenclaws.
“Maybe we should find some chamber of secrets.” The girl suggested, petting the sleeping dog.
“What's that?” Sebastian looks at her confused.
“Somewhere I can chain you in secret.”
“Ooh, kinky.”
“Stop” Ominis stops them. Not really in the mood for their bickering. “Maybe we can keep it here?” He suggested instead.
“ Alone? What if it gets sad.” Says the girl forming her lips into a pout. It didn't help much as Ominis couldn't see it and Sebastian was currently trying to get his robe back from underneath the sleeping dog.
“It's sleeping anyways. I doubt it will notice.”
“But we have to come back first thing after breakfast, bring some food.” Ominous nodded at that. seemingly making a decision He and the girl made their way to the exit.
“Leave it, Sebastian!” He calls back as he notices their friend is not following. His answer was a groan and hurried footsteps.
So the three, now in possession of 3 headed dog, have decided to keep him a secret. Sebastian agreed to sneak out with it every night and let it run around the courtyard, the girl swore to train it and teach it tricks, and Ominis promised to dip his hands into his family funds and provide food for the creature.
The other students swear they can see a dog with 3 heads roaming around the castle. Whenever they voice it, Professor Howin and Garlick get weirdly defensive.
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Summary - Ominis and MC/reader meets their daughter for the first time.
Warnings - Just fluff with a HINT go angst!
A/N - I wrote this as a small add on from the one shots I wrote about Ominis and the little family he has! I hope you like it!
“Ah, there we are. Let’s lay back,”
You sighed and leaned back in the hospital bed, a wave of relief and fatigue hitting you so hard that you were blinking slowly and yet still riding an adrenaline rush from what just occurred. With your hands still shaking and your mind reeling, the nurse and Healer near you still spoke to you yet it sounded muffled. All you could think about was your baby.
You just had a baby.
“Here she is. Here now, here’s your mummy,” You felt a small weight of mass placed on your chest, you looking down at your eyes going wide at the sight of your baby. A small little thing, fairly small which feels odd compared to the vigorous childbirth you just experienced. No matter how many books you’ve read or the plenty of advice you got from others, including some of your classmates who had families of their own. But now holding your child, it was different. Almost like getting hit hard by a spell or some kind of hex, yet at the same time, it was just as thrilling as your first flight.
All from a baby. From this new joy, you were waiting for. Your daughter.
“Let’s do a check-up on her and yourself, dear,” The Healer explained as she stood a your bedside, you looking at her with a hint of concern as she threw up her hands, “Just to make sure you and your babe are safe and healthy. Only for a few minutes, I promise,”
Reluctantly, you handed your daughter over, The Healer holding her comfortably within the crook of her arm as another Healer walked over to hand you a few freshly brewed potions. She smiled at you, “For the pain and the fast healing,”
You took the tonic, the cool sensation hitting the back of your throat as you watched the Head Healer walk away with your daughter, who was gurgling and wiggling within her blanket. With her pale and delicate skin and the peach fuzz of blond hair on her head, you were instantly in love with her as you felt the tonic start working along your body and under your skin. You were focusing on your daughter as she was being checked on, though the Healer next to you rubbed your arm.
“Your husband’s been waiting for you outside in the hall, do you wish to see him now or rest?” She asked you politely.
“Now, now please.” You said, sounding rushed at first but then calming yourself down. She grinned, seeing how you were excited to have your husband with you in the room. After she placed a cooling towel on your forehead, she walked over to the door and slipped out as you sat in the bed. The Main Healer was working on your daughter in the corner, barely out of your sight behind a thin screen, and humming to herself as your baby was already vocalizing. You were dreaming of this moment for months, starting at the very moment you found out you were pregnant. That moment was frozen in time, you look at the Healer in shock since you went in for a check-up after being sick for a week or two. But you were then smiling, looking down at your stomach and realizing there was life there.
The life that you and Ominis Gaunt created.
The door opened, and you looked over with a massive grin at the sight of your husband. His wand in front of him shone a rhythmic red light, guiding him into the room with ease with the second Healer behind him. He was sporting his Ministry of Magic clothes: a dark blue robe with his suit underneath and his blond hair pushed back smoothly. It was cut short again thanks to a recent haircut you gave him, Ominis claiming he preferred you trimming his hair over the hairstylist in Hogsmeade.
He nearly lost an ear from that appointment.
“Ominis,” You breathed his name, Ominis looked in your direction and smiled at the sound of your voice. You could see the look of relief on his face, his smile that always took your breath away was evident as he walked over to the bed. You quickly looked over to see the Head Healer wrapping your baby back in a bundle with the blanket.
“Are you alright?” Ominis asked in concern as he found the side of the bed, sitting rather quickly with worry etched on his face.
“I’m fine, honestly,” you breathed out, Ominis smiling again as you rested against the pillows, “Sore but fine. It was worth every second,”
“I thought of the worst,” he admitted to you sheepishly as he reached out with his spare hand to take yours. You could feel how clammy he was with his palm against yours, but it was still strong when you saw the Head Healer walk back over to you. Your daughter was swaddled nice and tight in a light green blanket, wriggling lightly but content in her wrap as the Head Healer placed her in your waiting arms. Once again, she felt so light in your embrace, yet her blue eyes were watching you intensely as you grinned and felt tears in your eyes.
Your daughter whimpered, Ominis perked up from the sound. He looked shocked, almost too shocked as he heard his child for the first time, “Is that our-“
“Daughter,” You ended it for him, seeing a soft smile on his face and looking as if he was about to break down into tears, “We have a little girl, Ominis. Our daughter,”
“A girl?” He asked in a whisper, his voice so soft and yet about to break. You breathed out shakily as you nodded rapidly and looked down at your baby again, her eyes still on you intensely.
“A beautiful girl,” You explained, “She has your hair, Ominis. So light and yet fuzzy, and she has your nose too I think,”
Ominis wetly chuckled, tears were on his cheeks as he scooted a bit closer to you on the bed. You could see the tears hitting his cloak as he wetly replied, “She’s already inherited the worst of me then. I pity her,”
“No, not at all,” you said in a light plea as he chuckled and you giggled, “She’s absolute perfection, Ominis. Everything about her looks perfect.” You looked from your daughter to Ominis, seeing him try to hold it together as you were still holding your baby close. You then thought of an idea.
“Here,” You said, taking your spare hand to his arm, “You should hold her,”
“Oh, what if I drop her? What if—“ He was about to argue back with you, yet you patted his arm and started to move your daughter over in his direction.
“You will do no such thing. She’s yours, Ominis, and I think she wants to meet you,” You reassured him, seeing him finally adjust and wrap his arms around her. You watched as Ominis had your child tucked in protectively in his arms, his head tilted down in her direction as he felt her swaddle within his arms and fingers. You were still tired and almost running on fumes, even with the tonics you drank working on overdrive within you for a speedy recovery. Yet you were watching Ominis with your daughter, his daughter, and you never wished to look away.
With a careful finger, Ominis reached up to trace her nose, to which she cooed and smiled at the touch of his finger. Ominis beamed from the sound of the baby, to which he leaned in a bit closer. She stayed still, watching her father just as intensely as she did when she was in your arms.
“She’s so tiny,” he said, almost in worry as she gurgled lightly, “Are babies supposed to be this tiny?”
“She’s healthy that’s all that matters,” you reassured him as he brought her up to be nose-to-nose with him. You lost your voice in that moment, seeing your husband and daughter have an instant connection with one another. His nose barely touched hers, breathing in the unique baby scent she had, and you watched as she grinned and squeaked.
Ominis laughed at the sound.
“She sounds beautiful,” he breathed as you wiped your tears away gently. He leaned up to kiss the top of her head, feeling her warm skin on his lips as he snuggled her close again, “Hello my darling. I’ve waited quite some time to finally meet you, little one. Your mother and I have waited, actually. I’m already in love with you, I hope you know that,”
You saw her slightly smile from the sound of his voice, which was beyond soft and caring laced with love and peace. Ominis laughed, “I can’t believe she’s finally here with us,”
“Here and safe in her father’s arms,” You commented in a broken tone, Ominis snapped his head over at you with a knitted brow, “I’m okay. I’m just being a blubbering idiot watching my little family,”
Ominis smiled with a spare hand, reaching over to cup your face in his palm, “You are no blubbering idiot, sweetheart. You are in fact a strong witch, strong enough to carry and bring our baby into the world. I’m so proud of you, I don’t think I can love you any more than I do now,”
You kissed his palm as he looked back at your baby, who was now yawning and falling asleep in her swaddle. As she drifted off to sleep, her head tucked into Ominis slightly and his nose grazing his vest, you clutched Ominis’s hand again.
“We need to think of a name for her,” You reminded him, “Since you were the one who wanted to wait,”
“Well, we had no clue if we were having a boy or a girl, and it was better to be surprised,” Ominis countered as he smirked back at his sleeping baby, “I don’t wish for her to have a name from my family,”
You nodded you remembering that conversation you both had a week prior. It was going to be a mutual agreement from the pair of you: our child would not carry any name from his family lineage, “Of course. But we do need to have her middle name be Poppy. She needs to be named after her Godmother after all,”
“I think that would fit her,” He agreed, “Plus I don’t think Poppy will be pleased if we used any other name. What about….Jane?”
“Too plain,” you voiced, “Beatrice?”
“Sounds old. It doesn’t fit our girl I think. Maybe, Annalise,”
You shook your head, then perked up a bit from a name hitting the back of your mind. You looked at Ominis as he was softly rocking her back and forth to help her sleep.
“Nora.” You voiced, Ominis still rocking her and yet his smile slightly got bigger as he nodded his head.
“Nora Poppy Gaunt. I like the sound of it,” He replied, confidently. He grazed her cheek with his finger again, though she stayed asleep and had no sign of waking up anytime soon, “Hello, our little Nora. Aren’t you perfect already?”
You both watched and sat in silence for a few long moments as Nora was sleeping in Ominis’s arms, the bubble you three had together seemed to be strong enough to not be poked or shaken. You forgot that the Healers slipped out of the room to give you all private time together, and you were grateful. Magic was still felt in your room with towels self-folding in the cupboards and the washing bowl magically changing to clean hot water. His fingers traced her face to make her features, yet Nora was no phased at all as she slept on and had her first nap. He felt her cheeks and chin, then her nose and the top of her ears. It was as if he had the magic touch with Nora, seeing how she was letting her father touch her face with such carefulness and yet with intimacy as well.
“Ominis,” You said his name softly, his eyes still aimed at Nora as he was still smiling and content with holding his newborn baby, “Your parents. What are we going to say to them?”
Ominis barely looked up, the change on his face was clear at the mention of his family. The last time you both saw them was when he told them of your engagement over a year ago, you remember that day early as you were clutching his hand tightly and facing his irate and judgmental mother and father. Especially his father, who was furious and letting his thoughts about you be known. Ominis immediately turned in his family crested ring to his father, ushering you out of the house as you were holding back tears and swore to his family he would no longer be in contact with them.
It was the last time you saw either one of his parents.
Ominis stayed true to his word: relying on distant relatives to have you two get on your feet. His relatives were kind to you, not as brash as his parents. You saw the pain in his eyes for not having his family with him when you two were married, or even when you found your little cottage together to start your life in. Although he missed parts of his family, he knew he could no longer go back.
Maybe this was one of those moments.
“They will have no part of her life,” he voiced, sounding sure and true as you watched with some hesitance. He took in a long breath, “I cannot, and will not, let her have the life that I had growing up. A life that was cold and distant, and I know it came from my parents. She deserves better than that,”
You felt that pain in his voice, making you place a hand on his arm as he held her close with protection and love, “And I know you would give her all the world if you could. If there is one thing I know about you it’s this: you are not your parents. You are far better, and Nora will know that,”
“I don’t know if I’ll be better since I just met her,” Ominis said in worry, making you shake your head at him.
“Ominis,” You said his name, “Please listen when I say this: you are already an amazing father. I remember when I first told you I was pregnant, you were over the moon at the thought of being a father. You worked for months to make sure the cottage was ready for the baby, arranging and rearranging the furniture until you knew where everything was. In fact, you were the first one to reach out to Natty and ask questions and what she did with her son and daughter. You got so many books that some were left on the ground, yet we read through each one to be ready,”
You remembered all of those moments, Ominis rearranging the living room and small nook that was your bedroom to make sure there was room for the bassinet and the baby. He read up on all of the books and texts, seeing and reading all the tips and tricks to childrearing.
But most of all, he was keen reassuring you were safe and satisfied in your pregnancy. Cooking foods you craved, rubbing your swollen ankles when you could barely walk, and picking you fresh flowers from the wildflower field outside your cottage near the lake. He loved caring for you, asking you questions, or pondering if you felt the baby kick. Wrapping an arm around your stomach when you two would sleep, feeling the kicking against his palm.
He was already in love before he met Nora.
“You have been ready for her since I told you I was pregnant. And now that I see you holding her, I know you’re going to be the best father Nora will ever have,” You promised him, sitting up a bit in the bed to kiss the side of his head lovingly and feeling him tremble against your lips, “There is no one else I would wish to raise a child with than you. Only you, Ominis Gaunt, you understand me?”
Ominis nodded his head to then turni to face you and kiss you softly. You felt that pain in his voice saw it in how he spoke about his parents. All you could do was simply bring him up from being on his knees, push away the doubts that flooded his mind, and replace them with joy and happiness. You loved everything about Ominis, from his stubbornness and straightforward phrases to his tender heart and need to do good. You were far too in love with him to ever raise your child with someone else.
“Nora already loves you, and this is just her first hour. She’s gonna love you for all her life, and you’ll love her until you stop breathing, won’t you?” You asked him boldly. Ominis laughed and nodded his head as his smile was back on his face again.
“Nothing will stop me from loving her,” He swore to you as he then gestured in your direction, “And nothing will stop me from loving you either. You both are my world now, and it's a brighter thanks to you two,”
Once again you both fell into silence, Ominis carefully placed Nora back in your hold as gently as he could to keep her asleep.
“I shall write an owl to Poppy and Natty, as well as Garreth and Mrs. Weasley. I’m sure they’re waiting to hear about Nora. I’ll be only a moment or two,” He said as he moved out of the bed and stood up again. With one more kiss against your head, he used his wand to navigate out of the room. You were left with Nora, who had to care to wake up and listen in on her parent’s conversation. You watched her, the reality sinking in that you were now a mother, and in charge of caring and raising a new human in this world. What kind of witch would she be? Kind? Inquisitive? Ambitious? You had no clue.
All you could think about was the little baby in your arms, not even an hour old, and already insanely loved.
“I hope you know how lucky you are, having a father like him,” You whispered, scanning her face and grinning, “He’s an amazing man, you know. Very kind, a bit brash and straightforward, and hardheaded. But that’s a good thing, and I hope you inherit that from your dad,”
Nora shifted a bit in your hold, though she was still deeply asleep and content in her swaddle.
“I think we both have been waiting for you for some time, sweet Nora. You came at the right time when we needed you the most. But I think your father needed you a bit more, and you are going to be loved by him far more than you can ever imagine.” You explained. You can already picture it in your mind: Nora as a newborn being sung to sleep by Ominis, then Nora as a toddler with her light blond hair dancing behind her as she would run along the lake with you behind her. Small moments engrained in your mind: Ominis teaching her some of his favorite songs, you show her how to skip rocks, and Ominis coaching her when the first whisps of magic appear.
They were all beautiful moments, yet you haven’t had them just yet.
“I can’t wait to take you home and show you our garden. I have a feeling you’re going to have a green thumb like me, I do hope so. Your father planted a small tree for you, yesterday actually. You decided to come into the world after he planted the tree and…” You stopped, fresh tears hitting your eyes and cheeks as you recalled the day before.
Ominis planting a small little tree he received from Professor Garlik, who gave you both the tree as a gift and a sign of a new life. You were watching on the bench, Ominis making you sit since you were very far along in your pregnancy and were advised to be stress-free. He made sure the tree would grow in the perfect spot, finding soil that was rich and would get enough sun. But of course, as he placed the soil over the bud, you felt your first contraction and you gasped out in pain.
Now, several hours later, you had your daughter.
“I love you so much, my Nora,” You whispered in tears, but they were tears of joy. New life was there for you to hold, to cherish and nurture, to help grow and flourish. Even with all the lives you lost in the past, including Professor Figg and Sebastian to Azkaban. You wished they were here to meet Nora and to see how perfect she was, maybe play with her and give her the best advice.
Sebastian would have been the best “Uncle” to Nora, the pair of them getting in mischief and becoming friends for all her life. Professor Figg would have spoiled her rotten and yet kept her grounded, you see him as a mentor to her as he was to you. But they were both gone, robbed of a future and having happiness again. One because of death, and the other because of a mistake that cost him his freedom.
All you could do was move forward, with your daughter who was a sure sign of a new future that was bright and ready to thrive.
You hummed and rocked Nora as she was fast asleep, just the two of you in the small hospital room as the rest of the world went on. Looking at this moment seemed like a lifetime, outlining her looks and the way her cheeks were plump along with her bell-shaped lips, you were engraining this image forever, Deep down you knew that this would not be permanent, that her life was moving forward and there was no need to reverse.
If only you could see the future, how the small bulb of a tree grew to be a massive tree that would stretch its limbs and branches to hover over your cottage in both protection and beauty. And where your daughter would sit by the tree trunk, book in her lap as her long blond hair would float in the wind like the clouds,
The End.
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Talk to Me - Ominis x MC Audio
After leaving the Scriptorium, you pull Ominis aside, having been entranced by his use of parseltongue..
This audio is based on my fic Talk to Me which you can read here.
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Dirty Talk / Blowjob / Parseltongue
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Tbh I'm horny too and all I can think about if it Seb and MC are 7th years studying for NEWTs in the library/common room with all the other HLCs, MC trying to provoke Seb by giving him looks, purposefully reaching across the table into his space, dropping their quill and bending over, wearing that perfume that drives him crazy, ect, but Seb knows they need to study and pass their test so he resist temptation much to MC's disappointment though unknowingly they unleashed a beast that is being pent up and growing in anger for a couple more days until NEWTs are done.
I love this! I'm not sure if this was a prompt but it inspired me. Thank you 💜
Naughty Escapades and a Wily Temptress
Warnings: 18+, Teasing galore, idiots making a dumb deal, unruly teenagers who can't keep their hands to themselves, cunnilingus, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, semi public sex, there are probably more but I can't think of them, oh overuse of my favorite pet name which I'm sure you guys can guess by now Pairing: Sebastian x f!MC Word count: 2659 Thanks to @sallow-tales for help with the name of this fic! 😘
Three days before the start of their NEWTs, Sebastian, MC, and all their friends sat on the floor in a corner of the library, books and parchment spread out around them. They had spent every moment between classes here for the past two weeks, cramming in as much study time as they possibly could. Tensions were high amongst the group, every member aware their futures were hanging on the outcome of these tests. Sebastian was tense for a different reason, though. MC would not stop teasing him. All week she had been doing little things to rile him up, undoubtedly hoping he would give in to his desires and go back on their deal. It had been a spur of the moment idea after their first day of studying had ended with him pulling her away, pinning her up against a bookcase and kissing her neck, grinding himself against her thigh. After he came down from the high of his orgasm, his cock back in his pants, he looked her in the eyes, a pained look in his face. “We can’t do this again until these damn NEWTs are over with, Princess. We need to focus on studying while we’re here. Let’s make a deal, no more sex until we’ve both taken our final NEWT. I can’t believe I’m the one saying this but I think it’s a good idea. What do you say?” She had nodded and kissed him before walking back to gather her things.
The teasing had started a few days later and just like today, it took every ounce of self restraint he possessed to resist her. More than once today he had found his hand automatically reaching out to slap her ass when she leaned forward on her knees to reach for notes from someone in their little circle. He had been able to stop himself in time, but he knew she wouldn't stop trying.
He looked down at her head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the way she was purposefully blowing on his neck. This was the closest she had been to him in days and the smell of her perfume left his head spinning. Letting out a soft whimper as her breath hit him just right, a shiver running down his spine, he set his quill down. “Princess, don’t you think you should be studying something other than my freckles right now? If you need a break, go sit with the girls for a while.” She pulled away, pouting as she stood and weaved her way over to Imelda and Poppy, looking over her shoulder at him before hiking her skirt up over her knees, and dropping to the floor, sitting exactly the way she did when kneeling in front of him. Flashes of her lips around his cock, her pretty eyes staring up at him, played in his mind and he shifted around, adjusting himself.
She’s going to be the death of me.
An hour later she returned, picking up her books, bending over right in front of him giving him a perfect view of her breasts. Before he could help it a small groan left his lips and she smirked. As she sank to the floor, he reached for her waist pulling her into his lap. The little gasp she let out stoked the fire of resolve in him. He leaned in close, brushing her loose hair off her ear before pressing a small kiss to it. “You think it’s funny, teasing me like this, Princess? You think it’s going to get you what you want?” He gripped her jaw, turning her head to face him. “I assure you it won’t. Not yet.” He lifted her off him, roughly setting her down next to him once again. He took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear it of the already fading feeling of her body on his. He longed for her more than he could express, but he was determined to see this through.
Okay, you can do this, Sebastian. It’s only another week. Seven days. Just seven more days.
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The morning after his final NEWT was over, Sebastian sought her out like a heat-seeking missile, ready to explode. He found her by the edge of the lake with Poppy, Natty, and Imelda, splayed out in the grass, laughing as the sun danced on their faces. He wasted no time, getting her attention with a loud shout of her name, his lips curling into a slight snarl. He knew he probably looked terrifying, out of his mind, racing towards her, his clothes disheveled from running around the castle, but he didn’t care, he was desperate to have her. Dropping to his knees, he sank down between her legs, just barely resisting the urge to throw one over his shoulder right then and there, smiling as he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy, thanking Merlin he’d finally convinced her to stop wearing panties. “I think you owe me something, love, and I’m here to collect.” Around him the other girls gasped and giggled, and he looked up, smiling at them. “Hello, ladies, having a nice day are we?” Not waiting for an answer he leaned over MC and crushed his lips onto hers, groaning as she wrapped her legs around him and deepened their kiss, her hands tangling in his hair and grabbing at his shirt. When she finally released him, a smirk on her face, his resolve to hold out for privacy broke. “Fuck, Princess, I will take you right here in front of your friends if you don’t stop teasing me.” When her grip on his shirt didn't loosen he made a show of reaching for his pants, getting the top button undone before she stopped him.
“Not here, Sebastian!” She pushed him off her, shaking her head as he roughly pulled her to her feet, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder before turning around and carrying her towards the castle. He felt her wave to her friends, chuckling as they made exaggerated ohs and small whistles, Imelda even shouting “Get it babe!” before they broke into loud laughter again.
Oh, don't worry she’s going to.
He carried her to the closest classroom, now empty for the rest of the term, setting her down on the teachers desk before he closed the door. “Get your skirt off, MC, unless you want me to rip it off you.” Standing by the door, he watched as she eagerly slid the fabric over her hips, shifting to push it past her butt, loving the sound as it finally fell in a heap to the floor. Letting out a soft groan, he slipped off his robe. “Spread your legs, Princess, touch yourself for me.” Feeling his heart race as she did, soft moans reaching him as she circled her clit, he forced himself to stay where he was, to enjoy the show she was putting on for him. His cock twitched endlessly as she stuck two fingers into her mouth, sloppily running her tongue over them before bringing them down to her core, slipping them into herself with a loud sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she found the rhythm she wanted. Rubbing his palm over his clothed cock a few times, he closed the distance between them, quickly undoing the rest of his buttons, freeing his cock from its confines. One hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly, the other hand gripped her jaw pulling her lips to his, greedily forcing them open to admit his tongue.
When the dizziness from loss of oxygen forced him to break away, he gripped her wrist stilling her movements, gently pulling her fingers out of her core. Once again dropping to his knees in front of her, he took them into his mouth, sucking them clean before wrapping his arms around her legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. Kissing at her thighs, he looked up at her. “Have you missed me, Princess? I sure as hell have missed you.” Flattening his tongue he lapped at her folds, groaning against her as her hands found their way into his hair and she tugged at the soft brown strands.
“God, yes! I’ve missed you so much, Sebastian…oh that feels so good.”
He swirled his tongue around her clit, gently sucking at it as he pushed a finger into her, pumping his hand quickly. “Fuck, I want to make you cum on my tongue, baby, but we don’t have time for that right now. Someone is bound to hear the beautiful sounds you make for me.” She bucked her hips under him, her strong grip holding his head in place as her thighs closed around him. “Okay, I get the hint, a few more minutes of tasting your delicious pussy it is.” He chuckled as her legs spread open again, returning to his task with renewed enthusiasm. He slurped at her folds, moved his head every which way, used every tick he had to make the minutes count. Looking up at her as he caught his breath, admiring the beauty in the expressions he could get her to make, he heard shouting outside the classroom. They froze as the sound grew louder, accompanied by hurried footsteps, relaxing as whoever it was ran by, the sounds dissipating as they moved further away. The refreshed reality of their situation and realization they could be caught at any moment spurred Sebastian into action. “Fuck, baby that was close, we can’t wait any longer.” He stood up, giving her a quick kiss, sighing as she licked her juices off his lips, taking her hands and gently pulling her off the desk. “Turn around and bend over, I’m going to take you fast and hard, just the way you like.” Caressing the soft skin of her butt as she bent over, he lined up with her slit, quickly pushing into her in one swift motion. Thrusting into her, he groaned at her velvety softness, her walls already twitching around him as he set a quick pace, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. As the sweat built on his forehead, their sounds of pleasure drowned out by the slaps of his thighs against hers, he studied her face. Her cheek pressed against the cool surface under her, mouth open letting her soft whimpers escape, her eyes shut tight in bliss. Reaching down he lifted her leg onto the desk, desperate to be deeper inside her, and he hit the deepest part of her, making her groan and clutch uselessly at the smooth wood surface of the desk. “Damn, you look so beautiful right now, MC. I love that you let me see you this way, powerless and falling apart around me. You never look so breathtaking to me, Princess. Okay, maybe when you use Ancient Magic, but that’s different. Then I’m the powerless one falling apart for you.”
She giggled softly, “Good to know there’s equal opportunity for you in this relationship, Sebby.” He laughed loudly at her joke while increasing the power behind his thrusting, and they fell into a fit of laughter as the heavy wooden desk beneath her suddenly shifted, the leg grinding against the stone floor as it moved.
“We’re gonna get caught if we stay here much longer, baby. Are you close?” He looked over his shoulder at the door as if expecting someone to walk through it at that exact moment.
“Did you mean it, Sebastian, would you actually have done it?”
He whipped his head around, his look of pleasure giving way to one of confusion. “Done what, love?”
Her voice was soft as she shyly admitted what was on her mind and he had to slow his thrusts to be sure he heard her. “Would you really have…fucked me in front of my friends?”
He chuckled, stepping back slightly, pulling her off the desk and up to him. Wrapping his arms around her, pressing her back into his chest, he brushed her hair off her neck, lips leaving wet kisses in his wake. “Yes, I would have. Would you have liked that, Princess? Think you could have gotten over the shock of it, forgotten your embarrassment once my cock was inside you?” Resuming his fast pace thrusting, he kissed her jaw as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud moan. “Answer me, Princess.”
“Yes! Yes, I would have loved it! Fuck, I would have loved it so much!” She brought an arm up to wrap around his neck, fingers clutching at his hair.
“Mmmhm, that’s my girl, my good girl.” Letting go of her hip he moved his hand down to rub slow circles against her clit. “You never did tell me if you were close to cumming, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m going to make you cum on my cock and then I’m going to fill you with my seed, and you’re going to go back out to your friends, giggling as they ask you about what I did to you. I want you to tell them. Tell them what a good slut you are for me. I want you to blush and stumble over your words as you admit you let me cum inside you and that you love the way it feels dripping out of you as they question you.” He felt her walls clench around him, her orgasm about rock through her. “Fuck, you really like that idea don’t you, Princess? You want all your friends to know how naughty you are…That’s it, cum for me, baby.” Panting in her ear, he fucked her through her orgasm, pressing kisses to every inch of her skin he could reach. Burying himself inside her, resting his head on her shoulder, he let out a deep guttural grunt as he reached his climax, ropes of his seed coating her walls as they gently fluttered around him a few final times.
Sighing happily he pulled her body as close as he could, letting her relax against him. “Gods, you are incredible, baby. I love you.” Pulling out of her, spinning her around he peppered soft kisses over her face, making her giggle as she returned the sentiment. Bending down he picked up her skirt, shaking out the rumpled fabric, holding her steady as she stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up her legs. Fluffing up her hair, dislodging the flyaways stuck to her damp forehead, and tucking in her shirt, he gave her a deep kiss. Stepping back and tucking his cock back into his pants, he ran his eyes over her as she smiled innocently at him. “There, now you can’t even tell you just spent the last hour being a dirty little slut. Are you ready to get back to your friends, Princess? Ready to tell them all the things I did to you and how much you loved it? Honestly, I’ll be disappointed if they don’t give me nasty looks next time I see them.” Laughing, he took her hand, slowly opening the door, peeking out before pulling her into the corridor. Running through the castle, laughing at her little screams as he pretended to chase her, picking her up and spinning her around when he ‘caught’ her. As they burst through the doors that would lead them to the lake, he slung his arm around her neck, pulling her close. “I can’t believe we only have a little time left here. I’m going to spend every free moment we have left burying my cock in you, Princess. But for now, go spend time with your friends.” He kissed her cheek and gave her ass a small slap, smiling happily as he watched her head for her friends.
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Heart of Vipers - Ominis Gaunt x Female!Reader
Summary: After an ill-fated confrontation with Ominis' family, you come to learn that they want you for themselves. More specifically, they want your abilities for themselves. Ominis is less than pleased with the revelation and returns home with the intention of proving that the only person you belong to is him.
Alternatively summarized as Dominis turning into a possessive alpha male in the wake of his family's sudden interest in you.
Word Count: 9.3k
Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, minor depictions of violence, explicit sexual content, rough/possessive sex à la Dominis
Descriptions of Marvolo and Aleister Gaunt heavily credited to legacyshenanigans
Full fic can be found here on Ao3 (as always with more eclectic tags)
This was a bad idea. Truly one of the worst ones you had come up with in recent times– which was saying something when you stopped to consider all the stupid shit you’d gotten yourself into since starting at Hogwarts. But this was a decision born of desperation, and one that you adamantly refused to go back on.
Not that you could, realistically. You were already here.
The Gaunt Estate was massive. It was an imposing structure, shrouded in a perpetual darkness that seemed to kill off even the tiniest slivers of light, and you’d noted the distinctly foul scent of dark magic that encased the mansion from roughly a mile away. There were no Floo Flames to utilize for travel, so you’d been forced to apparate to Great Hangleton and walk the remaining six miles to reach your destination. This was your first time setting foot anywhere near Ominis’ childhood home, and the threat of splinching yourself by apparating to an unfamiliar location was a very legitimate concern.
You almost wished you’d taken the gamble, if only to spare yourself the harrowing journey on foot.
Ominis had to already be inside the manor, having left long before you decided you would follow him to essentially eavesdrop on his meeting with his family. You had never seen him so agitated in the hours leading up to his departure, and it was entirely due to the letter he’d received from his father. What it had said, you didn’t know, but you knew Ominis well enough to figure out that it wasn’t anything good. His entire demeanor had changed upon reading the apparent summons, but he wouldn’t tell you a lick of what it was about. He’d promised to return home as soon as he was able and left without so much as a goodbye kiss.
The memory only reinforced the fact that this was a really bad idea. What the hell were you thinking?
Now that you were actually here, you had no clue how to go about your poorly thought out plan. Going inside had always been the goal, but now that you were face to face with the blood-chilling building, you found yourself hesitating. Something told you that getting out would be a lot harder than getting in. You didn’t even know where Ominis could be, especially if the interior was as gargantuan as the exterior. Getting lost– or Merlin forbid, caught and tortured– seemed like the most plausible outcome.
It was as the saying went; curiosity killed the cat. You seriously hoped you wouldn’t end up dead as a result of your inquisitiveness.
Forcing one foot in front of the other, you started down the gravel path towards the arched double doors with your wand in hand. Your anxiety was like a physical entity hiding within your chest, but you smothered it beneath the overwhelming desire to ensure that Ominis was okay. While you knew he could handle himself, his family’s reputation preceded them, and you’d feared the worst earlier when you had borne witness to his expression shifting into something far more sinister than you were accustomed to.
You cast a disillusionment charm for extra measure before giving the handle a testing twist, relieved to find that the door was unlocked. It wouldn’t surprise you if there were other safeguards in place that you were unaware of, but pressing on despite that unknown possibility was a risk you were willing to take. You opened the door a crack– just enough for you to squeeze through before quickly shutting it behind you– and you were instantly encased in suffocating darkness.
The windows that lined the walls were evidently just for show.
It smelled distinctly old inside, as though there had never been a time when the mansion wasn’t inhabited. The wooden columns that lined the entryway were cracked and worn, stretching all the way towards the vaulted ceilings before disappearing into the inky shadows high above. There was a striking amount of antique looking decor that lined the walls; from suits of armor, to ornate vases perched atop mahogany tables. Straight across from the front door was a giant portrait of what could only be the Gaunt family.
Ominis was nowhere to be found in it.
The sound of distant, unintelligible voices echoed throughout the vast foyer from somewhere deeper in the house, drawing your attention and making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Your eyes scanned the room once more before you were furtively moving further into the room in the direction of the noise.
Following the sound of the voices brought you to a giant oak doorway– a mere fraction of the size of the main entrance, but still obscenely large. From within you could hear a man you didn’t recognize, his throaty timbre one that seemed to command attention, and you couldn’t suppress the shiver that danced down your spine. Nothing about his tone sounded pleasant.
“It’s been put off long enough,” you heard the man say as you sidled up directly against the door, careful not to lean on it too much and risk shoving it open. “We entertained your rebelliousness while you were at school, but Apollonia has anticipated this union for years now. It will happen. Whether you’re a willing participant, however, is up to you.”
“You already know my stance on the matter.” Ominis. “I’d sooner dig my own grave before I let you marry me off to that deplorable woman. She’s psychotic–”
“A non-issue,” interjected the older voice.
“Perhaps it’s irrelevant to you, but not to me,” Ominis snapped. You hardly recognized the threatening lilt in his voice; he sounded thoroughly fed up with the discussion, and you briefly wondered how long he’d been going at it with the unknown man. “She’s utterly wicked. Moreover she’s family. Have you forgotten my opposition to these incestuous relations you continue to shove down my throat?”
At this point, you were almost positive the deeper voice belonged to Ominis’ father. You knew next to nothing about the man, other than the fact that Ominis loathed him with his entire being. Before you could delve further into your thoughts, a distinctly feminine voice filtered through the thin slit in the doorway, sounding colder than ice.
“Aleister, give it a rest. If he wants to be dragged to the altar instead of walking down it, then so be it.”
Ominis’ laugh was crass and devoid of any genuine humor, and you could practically hear the sneer in his rebuttal. “Bold of you to assume I’ll let myself be dragged anywhere. Try it and see what happens.”
“I just don’t understand why you’re so opposed to this,” the woman continued as though he hadn’t even spoken. “You never used to fight us to this extent– you’ve always known what was expected of you as a Gaunt. Does that girl from Hogwarts have anything to do with this?”
Your entire body went rigid at the mention of yourself, and a tense silence descended over the room. It was suddenly so quiet that you were certain you could hear a pin drop– but in this case the lack of sound allowed you to pick up on something shifting across the floorboards closer to you. You had barely glanced over your shoulder before you were jumping away from the door with your heart hammering in your chest.
The biggest snake you’d ever seen in your life was slithering across the floor, its iridescent scales somehow reflecting the nonexistent light within the hallway. Your eyes went wider than saucers as you stepped away as much as you could, silently backing yourself into the tiny alcove beside the doorway in a bid to remain undetected– because if there was one thing the wizarding world had taught you, it was that beasts of any kind were far more intelligent than they were given credit for. The snake’s long, forked tongue flicked out incessantly as it made its way towards the doors, but it stopped short of the entryway to pivot its massive head in your direction.
It was looking right at you.
Fuck.
Your body tensed in anticipation of the worst; maybe it was venomous and you’d die quickly, or maybe it was more inclined to strangle the life out of you before depositing your corpse in front of Ominis and his parents. The thought made your stomach churn, and your eyes flicked down to confirm that yes– the disillusionment charm was still working– but that didn’t seem to matter where the reptile was concerned, and you mentally chided yourself for ever having let your curiosity get the better of you.
The conversation on the other side of the door continued as your staring contest with the snake pressed on. “That girl is none of your concern. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll refrain from speaking to me about her.”
“Ominis,” Aleister admonished with a rough voice. “Don’t you dare speak to your mother that way. Such hostility for some witch we know nothing about– perhaps it’s time to rid you of her influence once and for all. She’s proving to be a greater distraction than I had anticipated.”
Your eyes stayed glued to the snake’s, but your blood ran cold.
“Over my dead body. If you so much as look at her–”
“That can be arranged. No son of mine will be consorting with some harlot of unknown blood purity. You’d be better off in the grave–”
“Aleister!” Ominis’ mother yelled, silencing the back and forth bickering instantaneously, and you found the willpower to shift your feet sideways so you could better make a break for the front door.
There was another flick of the creature’s tongue as it blatantly scented your presence, but it made no move to inch closer to you. While you were grateful to still be breathing, you were also deeply, irrevocably afraid, and you came to the resolute decision that it was time to get the hell out of there.
You moved out of the alcove slowly while maintaining what you deemed to be a safe enough distance from the snake, and all the while its thin, slitted pupils followed your movements. The blasted thing had an awareness to it that sent shivers down your spine, overwhelming you with the urge to run and get away, but vigilance was key. It wasn’t poised to strike, but that just made you even more nervous.
Why wasn’t it attacking you?
You adamantly refused to turn your back on the reptile, so you kept your front to it as you skirted the edge of the wall in the direction of the entrance. The discussion between Ominis and his parents was muffled now– their voices distinctly lower after his mother had cut off their argument with her biting tone– but you no longer cared to listen in. You craved safety, and nothing about the Gaunt household offered that.
As you came upon the final stretch of the hallway, the snake flicked out its tongue once more before it was turning around to begin slithering towards you, and the remnants of your bravery evaporated. Fear overtook you, and the disillusionment charm that had shrouded you in transparency fell away as you pivoted and bolted around the corner. A chill-inducing hiss echoed from down the corridor– the first real sound you’d heard the animal make– and it only served to propel you towards the exit even faster.
The gargantuan double-doors swam into view, and just as you were reaching out to curl your fingers around the handle, a strong arm was coiling around your waist and hauling you backwards with enough force to give you whiplash. A startled, pained yelp was expelled from your lungs as you were slammed into the wall beside the doors, and your hip connected painfully with a tiny side table that careened against the floor. The vase that had been perched atop it shattered loudly, the ceramic pieces scattering across the tile, but you barely got the chance to gauge the extent of the damage before an unfamiliar face was blocking your sight.
“Well well well, just look at what the cat dragged in. Get lost on your way home, doll?”
It took a second for the statement to register, but once it had, you were craning your head back to glare boldly at the arrogant sounding man. His tawny eyes were narrowed down at you in amusement, his thick forearm pinned horizontally across your chest to restrain you firmly in place between himself and the wall, and the predatory look in his gaze had your stomach sinking into your feet. Everything about him screamed dangerous; from the unruly hair that curled around his temples to the animalistic way he bared his teeth at you– there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that the man would kill you if he deemed it acceptable. You cursed yourself silently for having put yourself in such a predicament in the first place.
The imposing man cocked his head to the side coyly as he teased, “I hardly think I deserve such a cruel expression when you’re the one sleuthing around my house uninvited.”
Your mouth opened and shut a few times before you managed to stammer out, “I-I wasn’t–”
“Don’t deny it,” he cut you off quickly. “What other reason would Ominis’ little plaything have for being here? I sincerely doubt the house-elves held the door open for you.”
The term ‘plaything’ made you scowl, distracting you from the fact that the man even knew who you were, and you brazenly planted your hands against his firm chest to shove him away. It was like pushing against an immovable boulder. “I’m not his plaything, you prat–”
His free hand shot up in a flash to grip the sides of your jaw painfully, the look on his face darkening tenfold as he growled, “Careful now, I’d hate to lose my temper and take away my brother’s pet.” The fingers splayed under your face tightened a fraction as the crazed man angled your head to the side, shamelessly pressing his nose against the sensitive skin of your throat before he inhaled deeply. You shuddered uncomfortably at the contact. “Although I’m beginning to understand his infatuation a bit. You smell… different. What is that, exactly?”
You had no fucking clue what he was referring to, nor did you care to find out. Each passing second brought the towering man closer into your personal space, and when one of his legs started to weasel its way in-between yours, you found yourself attempting to writhe out of his ironclad grip. “Let go of me,” you demanded in a low voice, doing your best to keep your words steady and hide the rampant unease in your tone.
“Answer my question,” he countered easily. “Or I’ll snap your scrawny neck and be done with it. Makes no difference to me whether you live or die–”
“If you have any desire to keep those slimy hands of yours, you’ll remove them this instant, Marvolo.”
Your eyes widened at the sound of Ominis’ booming voice echoing throughout the foyer, which had the elder Gaunt smiling wickedly at you. He didn’t bother turning around, opting to stay right where he was and drop his fingers lower so he could squeeze around your windpipe, and you knew your choked gasp reached Ominis’ ears when he swore viciously and began walking closer.
“Did I stutter? I said to unhand her, you cretin.”
Marvolo tutted disapprovingly, angling his head to the side so he could better keep track of Ominis coming up behind him, but he kept his eyes glued to yours all the while. “Come now, Ominis. You know how I feel about rats, and she was certainly scurrying around like one.”
You finally caught sight of the blond over Marvolo’s shoulder, and the look on his face was downright murderous. His dark, expressive brows were slammed down atop his milky-blue irises, and his pursed lips contorted into a scowl as he leveled his wand with the back of the taller man’s head. Ominis continued to side-step closer, moving with the prowess of a wolf stalking its prey, and to your immense satisfaction Marvolo broke eye contact with you to fix his gaze on his brother.
Maybe you were imagining it, but you could have sworn he looked wary.
“Last chance,” Ominis grit out through his clenched teeth. “Let her go. Or you’ll be nothing more than a stain on the floor.”
The sharp laugh Marvolo let slip past his lips was positively wicked, and Ominis’ threat only served to motivate his brother into tightening his hand around your throat. Stars danced in the corners of your eyes then, and your own hand shot up to grip at the man’s thick wrist in an attempt to pry his fingers away from your windpipe. Panic flooded your brain, your racing heart drowning out the sound of Ominis’ angry voice as your pulse thundered in your ears. Fight or flight was probably an appropriate way to describe what you were feeling, but Marvolo was making both options impossible to act on.
He wasn’t listening to Ominis. He probably never would. You would have to get yourself out of this mess on your own.
Marvolo was barking out insults and threats over his shoulder, taunting Ominis into hurting him as he called his younger brother’s bluff. You were able to school your nerves long enough to focus and dig deep inside of yourself in search of the magic you so rarely touched. Isidora’s abilities were as much of an unknown now as they had been when you’d first absorbed them, but it was comparable to a living entity within you, and the phantom presence of her magic roared to life as you called upon it.
You felt the strange, darker magic crackle over your skin, and Marvolo’s head whipped back around to stare at you with his pupils blown wide. Whatever he saw reflected in your eyes was enough to spark alarm in his heart, and a sick, twisted part of you relished in the apprehension that washed over his features.
“What the fuck is that?” His hand around your throat loosened a fraction, but you weren’t about to let him walk away from this unscathed. The arm that had been hanging limp at your side stretched out until your palm was directly against his chest, and you couldn’t help but grimace when the red bolts of magic skirted across your forearm and blasted straight into his sternum.
Marvolo went flying with a barely there grunt– his arms and legs flailing as he tried to find purchase– to no avail. He hit the stone floor and slid an additional ten feet or so until he came to rest just beside the corridor you’d run out of earlier, and your blood ran cold when an older, imposing man with salt-and-pepper hair stepped out from within the hallway. The look on his face was enough to spur you into action then, and you spared a quick, panicked glance at Ominis before you peeled off of the wall and threw the front door open.
The cool night air was like a slap to your face, sobering you up instantaneously and driving you to pump your legs harder— faster— as you sprinted down the path that led to the dark forest surrounding the property. There was a bang from somewhere behind you and an animalistic sound you could only describe as a snarl, but you didn’t dare look back. Not when it could potentially cost you dearly.
“Marvolo!” Ominis shouted, his voice angry and distant, but as the footsteps slapping against the gravel behind you got closer and closer, you realized it had to be him giving chase. Your heart hammered in your chest and in your ears– drowning out the sound of the encroaching danger hot on your heels– but you knew there would be no outrunning Marvolo. That crazed look in his eyes you’d seen earlier told you everything you needed to know; he would pursue you to the end of the damn country on foot if need be, and you had no intention of getting caught to find out what he had planned for you.
Another growl sounded from over your shoulder, causing you to will your brain out of flight-mode and force your magic into action. It surged in your blood, coursing through your veins as you thought of home– of safety.
One second you were running, and in the next you had apparated. Marvolo’s hand came down on empty air, his heels digging into the ground as he skidded to a stop and realized what had happened. You were already long gone, but his rage-filled roar shook the foundation of the manor, somehow echoing in your ears as you collapsed to your knees in the center of your living room.
***
Your eyes stung as the steam from the bath wafted up into your face, your gaze never straying from the surface of the water. It had been nearly two hours since your narrow escape from Ominis’ childhood home and you had been in the tub for the majority of it– calming your frayed nerves and racing heart with deep breaths that did little to quell the anxiety that still riddled you. The hot water had been charmed back to scalding temperatures twice now, having gone cold multiple times already as you sat with your knees curled against your chest and replayed every second of your fortuitous run-in with Marvolo Gaunt.
The ache in your hip throbbed to life every time you thought back to the primal glint that had flashed in Marvolo’s eyes as he’d thrown you into that table. What had started as a tender red spot on your side had transformed into a nasty, colossal bruise, stark and obvious against your bare skin. You hadn’t been able to so much as glance at the finger shaped bruises that wrapped around your neck without feeling nauseous.
You’d made a mistake in following Ominis– that much was certain.
The man in question had yet to return home, and as a result, the seemingly bottomless pit of unease in your chest only worsened. Part of you was ashamed for having left him alone to face his family’s scrutiny after literally breaking and entering, but you knew he wouldn’t have had it any other way. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he would have found a way to get you out as quickly as possible if you hadn’t done so yourself.
Still, you worried.
Another fifteen minutes passed without a sound from within the house, and you dimly registered that the water had gone cold once more. You were half tempted to heat it up again and spend the remainder of the night turning yourself into a human-sized prune, but the ache in your back from staying curled up for so long diminished the idea quickly. Swiftly, you hoisted yourself out of the water, using the rim of the tub to steady yourself as you stood and began drying yourself off. Rivulets of water still cascaded down your body as you draped your robe over your shoulders, but you couldn’t muster up the energy to care. Fatigue overtook you as you combed through your hair with your fingers and padded into your bedroom, and the second you laid down atop the sheets, your eyes were drifting shut.
You had no idea how long you slept before the distinct feeling of the mattress dipping roused you from your light slumber. The room was cloaked in darkness, save for the pulsing, red glow that emanated from Ominis’ wand as he hovered it over you, and you slowly started to blink the fog from your eyes.
You had no clue how he realized you were awake, but his voice was unmistakably tight as he asked you, “Where are you hurt?”
It took your brain a second to fully register the question, and you propped yourself up on your elbow as your eyes adjusted to the dim light and muttered, “What?”
“You screamed,” he gritted through clenched teeth, and despite the low visibility in the room, you watched as his grip on his wand turned white knuckled. “I heard you earlier. You were in pain– I know it’s the truth– so tell me now, where are you hurt?”
On cue, the bruise on your hip throbbed to life, and you swiftly placed your hand on top of it while silently cursing yourself for not having brewed any Wiggenweld potions after returning home. Evidently your mind had been too jumbled to do the most logical thing following the altercation. “It’s not that bad–” you started to say, but Ominis cut you off before you could downplay the injury any further.
“Please,” he implored you, silencing you instantly with his pleading tone. “I’m trying to leave this up to you, but don’t think for a second I won’t figure it out for myself if you don’t tell me.”
Something about the desperate look on his face made you pause, and you took a moment to really take in the sight of him. He was pale– far paler than normal– and the way his brows furrowed told you that he was more anxious than you realized. His posture was still impeccable but less poised– closer to rigid. His shoulders barely moved, giving the illusion that he was hardly breathing, and you honestly weren’t sure he was at this point.
In short, Ominis looked petrified.
Your lips formed a hard line as your gaze traversed his stiff form, swallowing thickly before you slid your hand away from your hip to reveal the dark purple blotch that decorated your side. “My hip,” you murmured, afraid that if you spoke the truth too loudly, the tentative composure Ominis was keeping would vanish.
The muscle in his jaw ticked, and the hand he didn’t have wrapped around the handle of his wand came to skim along your waist before hovering ever so slightly above the bruise. “Where else?”
“This is the worst of the damage–”
“Where else?” His voice was deeper and rougher than you were accustomed to hearing, and the notable difference had your stomach flipping over on itself. It left you feeling queasy, and you honestly couldn’t tell if he was mad at you or at the situation as a whole.
“…My neck,” you relented quietly, all too aware of the blatant anger that overtook Ominis’ face. “At least I returned the favor,” you added quickly with a half-smile, trying to lessen the severity of the claim. It was a failed attempt, however, seeing as the man averted his unseeing gaze to the floor and shook his head minutely. Dimly, you watched as he waved his wand over his free hand, and a small vial of Wiggenweld appeared in the center of his palm before he wordlessly handed it to you. Given his tense demeanor, you opted not to say anything as you took it and removed the cork, then drank down the earthy contents graciously. The relief was instantaneous, and through the darkness of the room you managed to catch sight of the bruise on your hip fading away entirely.
Your tiny sigh of relief reached Ominis’ ears, and the tension in his shoulders seemed to dissipate– albeit barely. “You should never have gone there. Why would you set foot anywhere near that damnable house? Do you have any idea the kind of danger you put yourself in– the kind of danger that you’re still in?”
At that, you finally pushed yourself up so you were sitting with your back against the pillows, setting aside the empty vial so you could clasp Ominis’ free hand in yours. His skin was cool to the touch, and you noted the miniscule tremors that emanated from him as you squeezed the appendage to will his attention back to you. “I’m sorry, Ominis. I was worried about you– you were so upset before you left earlier and I was scared that your family would do something to you.”
“Of course they want to do something to me. They’ve tried puppeting me into a version of myself they can tolerate for my entire life, but it’s for that very reason that I can handle them. I’ve told you what they’re like– how relentless they are– and still you went there.” His head finally snapped back in your direction, and the expression on his face was one you were certain you would never forget; it was a mask of desperation, fear, and most notably, rage. “You have no idea what you’ve done– what it means now that they’ve seen you and what you can do.”
You’d hadn’t really done much of anything, aside from blasting Marvolo across the foyer before running for your life. Still, his words kindled a spark of fear in your chest, and your hold on his hand turned loose and clammy. “What are you talking about?”
“Before tonight, you were just an unknown witch I’d been… ‘cavorting’ with, in my father’s eyes. Easy to get rid of should the need arise. Until earlier, they didn’t believe you to be exceptionally powerful or particularly useful.”
The sudden dryness in your throat became painfully obvious. “Useful how?”
“The Gaunt’s value power and authority over everything. Both things guarantee them the influence they need to further their own ends, and as unknown as your abilities are to them, they are undeniable. They’d be fools to ignore such a potent form of magic, and as much as I detest my family and their convoluted values, I’ll be the first to admit that they aren’t stupid. They will find a way to make that power their own– blood purity be damned– and stealing you away and marrying you off to my brother would be their most likely course of action.”
Ominis practically spat the word, his teeth bared and eyes narrowed as murderous thoughts of his brother flew through his mind. Your own head was reeling at the revelation, nausea crashing over you as you thought back to Marvolo and the sadistic way he’d smiled as he tried choking the life out of you. Someone like that wouldn’t– no, couldn’t have a caring bone in their body. But you also knew that someone of his caliber was bound to be determined to get what he wanted, and if Ominis believed that his family now sought to obtain you for their own ends, Marvolo would do everything in his power to make it happen.
You had really, really fucked up.
Somewhere in-between thinking of Ominis’ brother and the sickening idea of being kidnapped, your breathing had kicked up dramatically. You didn’t notice, but the blond man beside you certainly did. Ominis turned fully so his torso was angled towards you, feeling around the bed for your other hand before clasping your trembling limbs in his cooler ones, and your wide eyes flicked back up to meet his. “I won’t let them have you. Do you hear me? If they so much as glance at you, I’ll leave them wishing they had never set their sights on you.”
“You can’t know that,” you whispered, and your voice was unrecognizable to you. It was small and shaky, timid and so very, very afraid. “Marvolo is– he’s a beast. He’ll kill you in a heartbeat, Ominis. You’ll die and it will be all my fault. I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault–”
In a flash, Ominis silenced you with a kiss. It took you by surprise, but it was far from an unwelcome one– especially when his wand bearing hand slid to the back of your neck to pull you impossibly closer towards him. You were pleased to discover that the skin there no longer throbbed with discomfort, the Wiggenweld potion he’d given you having done its job for all the bruises, not just the one on your hip. The revelation calmed you further, and before you knew it you were melting against the taller man, grabbing fistfulls of his shirt to cling to him desperately.
Ominis broke away momentarily to murmur against your parted lips, “No one will ever take you from me, you’re mine.”
Despite the circumstances that led the two of you to this moment, you found yourself enraptured by the possessive declaration, and you couldn’t help but lean closer into the blond’s personal space until your hands were sandwiched between his chest and your breasts. Your mouth found his again, and you fervently bit at his bottom lip as you breathily whispered, “I’m yours, Ominis. Only yours.”
Instantly, Ominis was pushing you back towards the headboard until your head knocked against the wooden frame, not once breaking the kiss as he positioned himself on top of you. His long legs came to cage your own against the mattress as he threw his wand to the edge of the bed, freeing both of his hands so he could plant them on either side of your face. Pulling away seemed physically difficult for him but he didn’t stray far, opting to rest his forehead against yours and fix his hazy eyes directly on yours. How he knew where to aim his heady stare, you didn’t know, but your toes curled at the ardent need for you that reflected in his blue irises.
“Say it again,” he implored you with a voice like pure sin.
“I’m yours,” you obliged him without missing a beat, and a sigh slipped past your lips as Ominis lowered his face to pepper featherlight kisses along your jaw and down the now unmarred column of your neck. Goosebumps broke out virtually all over your body when you felt one of his cool hands fall to the neckline of your robe, and as Ominis slowly tugged the material apart to expose your bare chest, he sank his teeth into the tender spot above your clavicle. The pain laced pleasure left you moaning his name in earnest, your voice steadily growing louder as his thumb came to graze over one of your nipples.
You felt the pressure from his teeth lessen as you arched into his touch, followed by his kiss-swollen lips latching over the bite to suck lightly. “Again,” he breathed, continuing to work his searing brand into your flesh.
There were too many ways to describe his actions; primal, dominant, and greedy, to name a few. Yet there was a softness to his words that left your heart aching within your chest– a tenderness that spoke volumes of the fear he’d felt upon realizing you had entered into that nest of vipers. He had nearly lost you tonight, and when the hand against your breast shifted down to curl around your waist, you realized he would never allow for it to happen again.
“I’m here, Ominis, I’m right here,” you moaned, your reedy voice bouncing off the walls of the bedroom and causing the man above you to shudder. “I’m here and I’m yours.”
Before long, Ominis was moving back into your line of sight to capture your lips in another searing kiss. The hand on your waist traversed the bare expanse of your lower stomach before reaching your aching center, and you mindlessly wound your arms around his neck to tug him closer, bucking your hips into his hand as he slid a slender finger through your folds.
“Mine,” he growled against your parted lips, and your next breath caught in your throat as he tentatively pushed the digit inside your wet heat. Your contented sigh filtered through Ominis’ hypersensitive ears as he pressed his finger in all the way to the knuckle, and the arm he supported himself with trembled minutely as he fought to control his baser urges.
After everything that had transpired tonight, he wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep in your cunt, desperate to feel you clamp down around his cock and suck him in further and further as he claimed you. He longed to mark you, brand you, consume you, in every possible way– his family’s wishes be damned. He would make you his and his alone. Should any of his kin so much as attempt to interject, he vowed he would defend you until his last breath– and then not even death would stop him. Ominis knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would defy the laws of nature if it meant keeping you safe from harm.
As you continued to rock your hips in time with Ominis’ hand, your legs spread apart of their own accord, silently beckoning him closer as you shivered under his dutiful ministrations. Ominis felt the movement and groaned in blatant appreciation, taking advantage of the newfound space to siddle down the bed and kneel comfortably between your legs, and all the while his finger continued to pump in and out of your wet heat languidly. He bestowed another toe-curling kiss upon your lips before breaking away to slide fully down the mattress, your heart stuttering in your chest as he moved low enough to settle between your quivering thighs. It was impossible to overlook the animalistic expression on Ominis’ face as he gazed in your direction– following the sound of your barely there whimpers– and your blood ignited in your veins at the sight.
All too eager, Ominis wasted little time in securing his grip around your waist with his free arm to better pull you harder onto his finger. The keening sound that slipped from your throat was replaced almost instantly by a guttural moan, drawn forth by the feeling of your lover’s lips latching around your clit to suck enthusiastically, and your head thunked against the headboard as wave after wave of sheer pleasure cascaded through you.
Your thighs absentmindedly clenched on either side of Ominis’ head as he shamelessly pulled your bundle of nerves into his mouth, the action accompanied by wet, perverted sounds that had damn near all the blood in your body rushing to your cheeks. “Merlin, Ominis– fuck–”
Beyond a throaty growl, he said nothing. He simply tightened his hold on your waist, his other hand angling itself so he could better curl the finger inside of you, the combined sensations making your head positively spin. Entirely at his mercy, your hands flew to his soft, blond hair as you effectively surrendered to the pure bliss he granted you.
If you had been hot and wet already, Ominis’ mouth felt a thousand times more so as he torturously dragged his tongue up your cunt. He removed his finger from your clenching walls and replaced it with the wet muscle, wriggling it as much as he could as though he were desperate to lap up everything that escaped out of you. Your breathing hitched and your hips involuntarily bucked when his ministrations traveled higher towards your clit, and when he finally reached it, the tip of his tongue was slow and methodical as he pressed firm, torturous circles around the throbbing bundle.
Ordinarily, having Ominis appreciatively go down on you would have been the highlight of the night, but given his domineering persona at present, you knew you were just plain fucked now.
“Ominis, please,” you managed to croak out. “I’m not going to last, I– ah!” You practically yelped when the tips of the man’s teeth raked along your inner thigh, nipping at the soft skin there hard enough for you to jolt.
“Just relax and let me work,” he muttered coolly, pressing a featherlight kiss to the spot he’d bitten as he dragged his hands down your abdomen to squeeze your tensing thighs.
Despite your best efforts, you were quickly losing your grip on anything other than the sensations Ominis was lavishing you with. You felt lightheaded as you attempted to release your tense muscles, struggling to do so as your lover devoured you with reckless abandon. His nose brushed against your clit as he slipped his tongue inside of you once more, the sound of his wet, suckling noises intermingling with your breathy whines as you felt your climax building higher and higher in your gut. You couldn’t tell if your arousal was stemming from how Ominis enthusiastically used his tongue, lips, and teeth on you or if it came from the demanding way he directed you, but you decided that you didn’t care; every feeling had burrowed deep inside of you and taken root in your mind.
You wanted more– no, needed more.
Head whacking back against the wooden bed frame, you needily tugged at the strands of his hair wrapped around your fingers as you pleaded, “Please, Ominis, I need you…”
Those five words did more to stroke his ego than you would ever know. Right now, Ominis needed you to need him. He wanted you to succumb to his ministrations and bend to his will, all to parry the baseless demands of his deranged family. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would ever willingly hand you over to them– much less to Marvolo– and through your rapture-filled begging, he knew he had succeeded.
You were wholly and unequivocally his.
He pulled away for a moment to run his hands up your thighs, over your hips, then along the pebbled peaks of your breasts. The way you trembled at his touch told him everything he needed to know; you were hanging on by a thread, and he didn’t need to see you in order to know you looked absolutely wrecked.
Unable to endure a second more of the teasing, Ominis raised himself up on his knees to remove his clothing. Swiftly and efficiently, he dexterously undid the catch of his trousers before shoving the constricting attire down his narrow hips. There was no stopping the sigh of relief that spilled through his clenched teeth as his cock finally sprung free– long, heavy, and leaking from the red, swollen tip. With his shirt disheveled, hair mussed, and pants haphazardly hanging below his hip bones, he was truly the picture of temptation. You stared up at him through hooded eyes as he stroked himself a few times, taking in the sight of your lover towering over you as you lay prone atop the sheets beneath him.
Once again, Ominis’ uncanny ability to feel your eyes on him surprised you, and a cheshire-like smirk blossomed across his face as he asked, “Enjoying the view?”
“More than you are, I’d wager,” you retorted, and Ominis scoffed as his smug expression turned into one of amused disbelief. That mouth of yours was bound to land you in trouble one of these days.
“Smartass,” he murmured affectionately, keeping one hand on his shaft as the other reached down in search of your waist, squeezing the flesh there with a bruising strength that only served to intensify the ache between your legs. You aided him by wriggling down the sheets in order to press your ass against his bent knees, and Ominis lowered himself once more so the heavy weight of his cock rested against your spit-slick folds. It was hard for you to believe that the wild haired, smokey-eyed man kneeling between your legs was the same boy who had shyly walked with you to your classes all those years ago. Both of his hands pressed against your hips this time as he sat back on his heels, white teeth flashing as he aligned the head of his manhood against your entrance.
“Are you ready for me, darling?” Ominis asked, as though you hadn’t been begging for this very outcome minutes before.
“Yes,” you breathed out shakily, your hands twisting in the fabric of your long-abandoned bathrobe beneath you. “I’m–”
Despite his privileged upbringing, Ominis was a fan of the simple things in life. Good food, long walks during the warmer seasons, and the sound of your voice catching when he took you by surprise and slid inside you abruptly. In one fluid motion, he breached your walls, listening intently to your sharp intake of breath as he inched himself forward until his knees were under your rear and he’d bottomed out completely. The small whimper that slipped from your mouth had a deep, throaty chuckle escaping his, and his thumbs took to tracing encouraging circles against your hips as you clenched around him.
“I’m sure you are,” he purred in an infuriatingly sexy tone while you struggled to regain control over your breathing. Instantly, the dim embers of lust within you were rekindled, every inch of your body warm and borderline electric. Your hips writhed in Ominis’ hold in an attempt to wriggle closer, the unyielding grip he had on you coupled with the hungry expression on his face almost enough to make you come undone then and there.
“Fuck, Ominis–” your words were cut short by a stifled moan as the blond slowly withdrew himself, arching back until only the tip of his cock was inside you before slamming his hips forward in one quick, sharp thrust. Your hands flew to his clothed knees as you dug your nails into the rumpled material of his trousers, desperate to touch every inch of him that you could but struggling to catch your breath in the midst of his slow, methodical thrusts.
Well, methodical at first.
You could feel Ominis’ acute desire for you with every pump of his hips, and a groan snaked its way out of his chest as he freed one of his hands to reach down and thumb over your clit. You hissed triumphantly through your teeth as you saw his expression slowly shift into something needier, his thrusts becoming less precise and more visceral. With how tight he was gripping you, you were positive the healed bruise from earlier would be replaced by long, finger shaped stripes, but you didn’t care. If it was Ominis, it was fine. If it was him claiming you, branding you, consuming you, it was more than fine.
The blue-eyed incubus above you seemed to think similarly, if the low rumble in his chest was anything to go by. He was absolutely lost in the euphoria that came with being encased in your pulsing, tight heat, causing him to abandon his pretenses of control and give into his want for you with gusto. The hand he had on your sensitive bundle of nerves returned to grasp your waist, and even elevated as he was, he still had to thrust down into you– shaking the headboard with every plunge as he effectively fucked you into the mattress.
The distinction was clear and evident in your mind as your legs came to wind around Ominis’ waist; the two of you had obviously been intimate before, and you had definitely made love before, but you had never been so carnally fucked like this a day in your life. It was hard to recall if Ominis had ever ravished you with such need in every stroke, enough so that you found yourself unable to control your shaking breaths or the volume of your voice. It was enrapturing– getting caught up in the way he staked his claim on you– so intent on fucking himself harder and deeper into you that his own husky murmurs of your name fell from his lips like a mantra.
Your inability to fight your moans and curses and feverish pleas for more was what Ominis lived for. The blond craved the sound of your voice like a drug, and he drew unparalleled strength from your vocal satisfaction. Maybe it had more to do with the events of the night than anything else, but hearing you cry his name and feeling you claw at the tops of his thighs made his chest swell with possessive affection, thrilled to hear you unwittingly proclaim that you were in fact his. No one else would ever have you– no one else would ever find themselves lucky enough to have you reduced to such a state beneath them other than him.
“M-More,” you practically sobbed the request as Ominis gripped your hips tighter, dimly registering the thundering crack of the headboard banging against the wall. “More– please– I’m s-so close–”
You asked for it with each breath expelled from your lungs, and Ominis would graciously give it to you. He couldn’t have refused you any longer if he wanted to. “You want to come, darling?” He panted, receiving only whimpering nods in return. “Ask.”
“P-Please, please let me come, I can’t–” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as your teeth clenched together hard enough to make your jaw pop. You teetered on the brink of oblivion, waiting only on Ominis’ say-so to fall over the edge which seemed to loom so, so close.
“Beg,” Ominis rasped thickly, his fingers tightening and digging into the skin of your hips as he bucked harder against your ass. “Beg for it– beg for me to let you come.”
You couldn’t even find the brainpower to realize he was demanding to hear you say it to fuel his unrepentant hold on you. The taunting, the pleasure laced brutality– it was all to assuage the bitter anger that had coursed through his veins upon hearing his family refer to you as tradeable cattle. Later on, he would be collected enough to reassure you that you were your own person, free to make your own decisions and go wherever your heart desired.
Right now though, his baser urges had won out, and he needed to hear you say it.
Your head slammed into the pillows as your back arched off the mattress, doing your best to shut out the mounting pleasure that threatened to break through your crumbling resolve. “Please, Ominis! Please let me–” you hiccuped around another gasp, the ache in your gut bordering on unbearable. “L-Let me… let me…”
One of his hands released your waist to feel up your torso and curl around the back of your neck, lifting your head off of the pillow so your eyes were on him as he uttered five words that struck something deep inside of you.
“Then come for me, love.”
Your breaking point smacked into you hard and fast, leaving you equally breathless and brainless as your mouth fell open around a long, drawn out cry of Ominis’ name. Your climax ripped through you ferociously, your vision flashing white and your muscles tensing for a moment of near perfect silence as your lover continued to thrust in and out of you with unwavering focus. Even after you’d collapsed back against the sheets and gone limp in his arms, Ominis continued to chase his own finish, balancing precariously over you on his elbows and burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle the shaky groans he failed to bite back.
Maybe you were imagining it, but you could have sworn he continued to murmur quiet declarations against your skin that sounded a lot like, “Mine.”
Before long, Ominis was following you over the edge with a throaty purr that slithered out of his throat. His arms trembled on either side of your head, his hands gathering fistfuls of the pillows as he buried himself completely inside of you with one final plunge of his hips. You heard the blond moan hoarsely in your ear as he spilled into you, grinding against your ass to milk every last drop of his seed from his twitching member, and when he mouthed wetly against the sweat-slick column of throat before biting down, all you could focus on was the warmth that filled you as you quivered under him.
After a few moments of the two of you panting softly, you lifted your hands to Ominis’ clothed back in a bid to usher him to the side. He tensed, however, and you paused as he wedged one of his arms under your back to hold you flush to him as he continued to re-center himself. “Not yet,” you heard him grumble into the hollow of your throat. “Not yet… give me a second.”
“…Alright,” you relented quickly, only mildly concerned as you wrapped your arms around his slender shoulders. With your fingers tracing lazy shapes against his clothed back, you allowed yourself to enjoy the feeling of Ominis’ weight pressing down on you, his gentle exhales fanning against your clammy skin, and the steady rhythm of his heart beating against your sternum.
Given the severity of what had happened at his family’s house, you weren’t sure the two of you would ever get another moment like this again. So, you held on tightly to him in the hopes that the night would last just a little bit longer.
The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like hours but realistically could only have been a few minutes, and shortly after Ominis began peppering kisses up your throat and along your jaw, your eyes drifted shut as you dozed off once more. When you woke the following morning and found yourself tucked in beneath the sheets, you propped yourself up on your elbow to glance around the otherwise empty room, noting immediately that Ominis was nowhere to be found.
In a panicked flurry of movement, you threw off the blankets and were still tying your robe around your waist as you hurriedly shuffled down the hallway. Your dread was smothered in the next instant by overwhelming ease as you rounded the corner to find Ominis in the kitchen, gripping the countertop and working a muscle in his jaw while he hovered his wand over a letter that looked eerily similar to the one he’d received just a day ago.
Even though he could hear you approaching, he said nothing as you padded across the room to stand behind him, coiling your arms around his waist to press your front against his back. A shaky sigh escaped him, and you stared at the wall as you contemplated your words before deciding on, “What are you reading?”
A pause, “A formal summons for you, inviting you to meet my family officially.”
Your heart fell into your stomach, arms tightening around the taller man a fraction as you pursed your lips in blatant distaste. “We won’t go,” you announced, and Ominis shifted in your embrace so he could wrap his arms around you to hug you back with a firmness that spoke volumes of his agreement.
“We won’t,” he said. “But we can’t stay here, either. Not anymore.”
“I know.”
He buried his chin in the mess of hair atop your head, shamelessly inhaling your scent before he told you, “We have to leave– go somewhere far away– and we can’t tell anyone.”
“I know.”
The way his nimble fingers gripped the back of your robe told you of just how conflicted he was to ask this of you– to uproot your shared lives here to flee the meddling of his family. His voice was laced with remorse as he asked, “And you’re okay with that? Truly?”
“I am,” and you really were. There wasn’t a lick of hesitation in your voice– not a shred of apprehension hidden in your tone at the prospect of packing up and running as far from here as humanly possible. “So long as we’re together, I am.”
Ominis skimmed his hands up your back to cup your cheeks, angling your head up at him so he could kiss you fully, and you returned the gesture with equal fervor. As long as he was with you, you knew you could do anything. With Ominis by your side, you would fight tooth and nail against every hellish creature or person in existence to ensure your future together.
Wherever the two of you ended up, you already knew that your home wouldn’t just be some place. It would always be him.
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𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐮!𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 + 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐰/ 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 & 𝐎𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝟑
[part 1] [part 2]
It’s shown a sunny day, birds are chirping, Tom sipping his daily coffee before hell breaks out. Apparently for this episode, the team will have two new recruits apparently. Y/N slides into the scene wrapping her arm around the tall riddle.
“Heyyy boss….” Y/N says with her usual smile. Tom shrugs off her arm and glances at her with slight irritation. “What do you want now Miss L/N?” Y/N awkwardly stood there and opened her mouth. “So I—" “no you won’t get a bonus.” Tom says interrupting her. Y/N dropped her jaw in disbelief and then pouts. “HEY! I wasn’t gonna ask that dick— *ahem* I mean Mr.Riddle…I heard we were getting new interns?”
Tom nods, sitting his mug down. Turning towards the female who is shorter than him, he leans down and looks directly into her eyes. Y/N gulps, backing up a little with heated cheeks.
“They should be coming soon…” Tom says, he then leaves a slight flustered [h/c] female in the break room who started to look behind her. “Damn….why the cold ones always hot.” She says groaning and leaving the break room.
The next frame shows a shiny black car pulls up to the parking lot. A blond male exits out first, and then another one comes out with brunette hair.
The next scene shows two neat men, one with blonde hair and one with brown hair. The blonde man has starry eyes and moles while the other has freckles scattered on his face and dark brown eyes. They stood in front of the camera to introduce themself.
“Hello I’m Ominis Gaunt, and I’m blind.” Ominis says, twirling his cane on his flat palm. The brunette male smirked looking at the camera.
“And im Sebastian Sallow, I’m not blind.” The camera cuts off as Ominis smacks the back of Sebastian’s head.
The scene shows Y/N holding a stapler as Lorenzo holds her back from throwing it at a certain brown haired male who flipped her off. He was also getting held back by his friend Theodore. Most of the cast was watching as Tom and Draco just stood there tired of this bullshit. Pansy was yelling “fight! Fight! Fight!” As Blaise just recorded it all.
Ominis and Sebastian terribly walked into the mist of a heated rivalry. Y/N thrown the stapler, aiming to hit Mattheo. Only for Ominis to block the way towards the Riddle brother. Sebastian quickly moved out of the way.
Ominis dodges the stapler thrown at him. Silence airs out the room as the camera pans from the blonde male and the others. Ominis’s quick reflex makes the rest of the crew drop their jaw except for Sebastian who was munching on peanuts.
“He’s blind.” Sebastian says bluntly. The rest of you look in disbelief at the brunette who shrugged and walked off frame.
Next scene shows you are talking to Sebastian as mattheo sips his mug slowly. Theodore stands by his friend with a raised brow. “You jealous mate?” Mattheo chokes on his drink, wiping the remaining liquid off his lips and sitting the cup down. “Are you crazy?! Me? Jealous of that punk?” Theodore nodded, “uh, yeah?” Mattheo glared at his dear friend. The camera focuses on you putting your hand on Sebastian’s arm. Mattheo immediately snapped his head at you two.
“….okay maybe I am.” He says, his hand clinching. Theodore looks at the camera, breaking the fourth wall as he looks at the reader reading this.
The scene shows Theodore alone as he stands in front of the camera, “okay is it bad I think mattheo and Sebastian are the same but different??” You then come out of nowhere, popping behind Theodore who flinched from your existence. “Yeah! Mattheo is street smart and Sebastian is like book smart.” You said smiling.
“…where did you even come from??” The tall Slytherin questioned you while you just smiled. “I came from my mom. Duhhhh.” Theodore rolled his eyes. “Alright then.”
“But yeah, it’s like that saying of same person, different fonts.” Theodore says calling it out as the camera turns to look at Mattheo who is eyeing you from the corner with Sebastian.
Theodore grabs the camera, making it face him again. “He’s an idiot for this little "I hate y/n act. When clearly he loves hers it’s pathetic….” The camera then cuts off to mattheo grabbing you from the other brunette who raised a brow and smirked.
A/N: hey! I did this on my own time and was bored. So let me know if you want more parts or want this in a series! Love ya, and don’t be a stranger <3
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hi!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day!! i had an Ominis Request if that’s okay?! Like the Ominis loves the reader and has since they met. she always on his side for everything? like she doesn’t want to help Sebastian and Ominis realizes that when he hears Seb practically forcing her to help with his mission and he sticks up for her?
She’s a pureblood and doesn’t believe in the “PureBlood Supremacy” like him and his aunt?
and since Wizards live longer than normal people, maybe they take in their Great-Nephew Tom Riddle Jr so he doesn’t turn into Voldemort and teach him right?
Sorry this is so much! It was just an idea i’ve had for a long long time and couldn’t write it myself!
𝙾𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 | 𝙾𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝
[ominis gaunt x fem!reader]
sypnosis: where a friendship slowly crumbles and a new relationship begins.
a/n: buckle up because this is a long one. cutting this up into two parts because this is massive, i tell you, and i didn't proof read so pls stay focus lmao. anyway, thank you so much the request! i'll make a part two as soon as possible, but i hope you enjoyed how i wrote this.
ominis' first encounter with you was by far the strangest he'd ever had. it was his first year in hogwarts and he had no luck making any friends as his childhood never taught him how. it never bothered ominis that he sat alone at the great hall table or the fact that he navigated through the halls with no one at his side. ominis gaunt was content and was fully prepared to go through his years at hogwarts that way.
that was until he met you, a month into his first year...
ominis was reading a book in a courtyard, comfortably sat on a bench. classes had ended a few minutes ago and he figured he'd pass time in the courtyard with his finger trailing across the braille filled pages. beside him laid his satchel filled of books and left over snacks from the day.
"oh, where did that blasted niffler go? i just knew sebastian's decision to keep it as a pet would end in disaster, but no, that idiot just had to-
ominis' eyes glanced up from his book and toward the feminine voice, which sounded a feet away and was clearly displeased at something. however, ominis paid no mind, bringing his eyes back to the book. no use poking his nose into business that wasn't his. that was until he felt something bucking against his thigh. his brows furrowed in confusion before one hand left his book to feel the leather fabric of his satchel beside him. what in salazar's name?, ominis thought as his fingers suddenly brushed against a tuft of smooth fur.
wait, fur?
ominis' fingers dug gently into the fur until he pulled out whatever it was that was hidden in his satchel. the mysterious thing in his hand began to purr and click and ominis tilted his head in confusion. an animal? ominis thought as his other hand placed the book aside, but then an abrupt gasp sounded from behind him.
"there you are, you little theif!" the same voice exclaimed and the pattering of footsteps rang in ominis' ear. with a sudden force, the unknown animal was taken from his hand and he could hear the struggling sounds of low growls in front of him.
"mmph, hold still, will you?!" the voice seethed and ominis could do nothing but stare at whatever scene was going on. "aha, i knew you took my locket! why, i ought to-" ominis ears picked up on the sound of coins clinking to the ground and other trinkets that sounded like jewelry.
"is that my ring?!" the voice huffed incredulously before receiving a growl from the animal. "and you're upset?! i have been looking for this ring for a week now! oh, my necklace as well?"
ominis heard about enough, albeit he was annoyed that his peaceful reading had come to a halt. "excuse me, do you mind?" he said with a bit of irritation his tone and he heard the girl gasp in surprise one again.
"oh, i didn't realize you were there!" the unknown girl sighed in distress. "did you steal from him too? c'mon now, cough it up, niffler!"
ominis nodded to himself as the sound of panicked purrs came from the animal, coming to a realization on what he had pulled out of his satchel. ominis grabbed his book and shoved it into his bag, before moving to get up. suddenly, a hand shot out and grasped his robes.
"w-wait, is this pouch of money yours?"
the voice asked as he heard a jingling of coins and he remembered that he had placed his pouch in his satchel that morning. his hand quickly dug into his satchel and as his hands felt for everything but the pouch, ominis let out a tired sigh and nodded. he meekly held his hand out toward the voice. the niffler certainly did steal his pouch.
"i told sebastian not to let this thing run loose." the girl growled and ominis felt the pouch weighing in his palm soon after. "sorry about all this. i didn't mean to disturb you."
"it's fine." came ominis' curt reply as he placed pouch into his bag. he was about to leave it at that when the girl began to talk to him once more.
"oh, you're ominis, right? ominis gaunt."
ominis pushed back a retort as he sighed, only nodding his head in response to the question.
"i don't believe i got to talk to you yet," the girl said amicably and ominis could guess that her face held a smile that matched the tone of her voice. "i'm (y/n) (l/n)! it's nice to meet you."
ominis silently nodded his head again, until something piqued his interest.
(l/n)?
the family name was familiar to him or rather ominis knew all too well about her family. a pureblood family that his own family often scoffed at when the subject was brought up at supper. although the (l/n)'s were rich and well known, ominis heard that the (l/n)'s weren't considered a part of the pureblood circle, only because their way of thinking differed from his family.
one, the (l/n) family weren't particularly fond of the unforgivable curses and made it clear that they would never use it by any circumstances. two, the (l/n) family didn't believe that only pureblooded wizard and witches should be able to wield magic. wether you were muggle born, half, or even a squib! if you had the power to wield magic, then you were a wizard/witch. there was never a thought of discrimination or prejudice in that family. it almost made ominis gaunt jealous as he looked at the girl, presumingly in front of him.
"well, i don't want to trouble you any further," the girl said after a moment of awkward silence. "i have to take this little thief back to sebastian and anne. i'll see you around, ominis!"
ominis scoffed at the thought of meeting her again, however a small twinge in his chest made him uncomfortable. it was not like what he had ever felt before. ominis felt warm from the interaction and it made him wary. he couldn't even see what she looked like, yet her voice was enough to make him feel this way.
oh, what rubbish, ominis thought as he brushed it off and adjusted the strap of his satchel on his shoulder.
like i'll be seeing her around.
-
oh how wrong ominis was because any chance that you spotted him in the hallways, you'd always happily greet him and walk him to any class that you had with him. any class that you had with him? suddenly you were sitting with ominis and chatting about something you did the day before. breakfast, lunch, and dinner? there you were with sebastian and anne sitting with him.
ominis couldn't escape your presence. not that he was annoyed...no, to his surprise, ominis grew quite fond of you and your friendly nature. before he knew it, ominis gaunt integrated into the friend group made up of sebastian sallow, anne sallow, and you. he had come to trust you all enough to show you the secret lair that he called the undercroft. it was a place that sealed the friendship. ominis wasn't sure how it had happened, but it did and his first year at hogwarts wasn't completely as lonely as he thought it was going to be.
and then fourth year came.
unfortunately, anne never came back to hogwarts after her third year due to a curse that was casted upon her. it pierced deeply into the now trio of friends, even with the many paid visits that you and ominis would make to the sallow's home during the break. it was clear to you both that anne sallow's health was deteriorating, but sebastian refused to accept the truth. the truth that anne wasn't going to make it.
"sebastian, you know that this-" ominis started only for his friend to growl out in anger. you flinched beside him and ominis felt you jolt into him which made him wrap an arm around you.
"you both are wrong!" sebastian had hollered, pointing an accusing finger at you and ominis. "there is a cure and i'm going to find it-"
"please, sebastian, not here." you whimpered with tears in your eyes as you gestured to the door which was anne's bedroom. "she's still asleep and-"
"i'll prove it!" sebastian yelled with his fists clenched at his side. his eyes glared at ominis, watching as he moved forward to place a hand on your shoulder.
"i don't care what it takes, i'm going to find a cure."
sebastian wasn't lying.
soon after beginning your fifth year, you felt the coldness of the undercroft. the undercroft that once held the chatter and laughter of your friends. the undercroft that once brought you four together in times of hard moments. whether it was the struggles of student life or ominis' heartfelt talks about his childhood. with sebastian using it as a pandora's box filled with theories and ideas for a cure, it no longer felt warm. it was just a reminder of what it once was.
you sat on the stone floor with your legs criss crossed. no warmth, no laughter. it just felt like you were sitting in a cold room that once was. you glanced down at your potions book on the ground with tears welling up in your eyes. the inked pages suddenly became blurred as your tears finally fell down your cheeks. droplets began to litter the page as you started to let out soft sobs.
"(y/n)?" you heard from behind and your body twisted around to find ominis walking into the room with his wand in hand. you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks before letting out a soft laugh, wincing as you also sniffed.
"omins gaunt," you say with a forced smile on your lips as if ominis could see it before standing up. "sneaking up on me? and here i thought sebastian was the prankster."
you didn't receive a response, which made you tilt your head and walk up to him. your face fell as you noticed the grimace that ominis had. clearly your words filled with feigned cheer didn't get past ominis as he silently stood with his pale blue eyes gazing down at you.
you were about say something until his unoccupied hand came up to brush against your cheek. "ominis..." you sighed out with your eyelids softly fluttering to a close as you felt his cold palm on your skin. no response again as ominis' thumb brushed against your cheek. no doubt feeling the wetness of your tears that you failed to wipe away completely.
"you've been crying, haven't you?" ominis stated grimly. it wasn't really a question. "what's wrong, (y/n)? is it anne? sebastian?"
his tone held so much concern as he names off any possible reason you could be crying about. it made the tears that once were come once again. ominis picked up on the soft sniffles that you let out and he felt his hand being brushed away from your face by yours. you quietly stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his midriff while leaning your face into his chest. all he could do was pocket his wand and circle his arms around your waist.
"i-i'm sorry, ominis," you said in a hushed tone as you tried to talk through your sobs. "everything just isn't the same. not since anne-"
"don't be sorry, (y/n), it's alright to cry," ominis' voice sounded unwavering, but his chest clenched tightly around nothing as he heard your pained sobs. "but everything will be alright."
alright?, ominis thought to himself with a internal scoff. to hell if he knew if everything was even okay. when did ominis start thinking so optimistically? merlin, he didn't care. all that mattered to him at the moment was you. you, who was crying into his chest as if you had been hit with the worst curse in the book.
ominis wasn't sure what to do as he brought his hand up to brush through your (h/c) tresses. this was all he could do in an attempt to comfort you while cooing in your ear about how everything was going to be fine. although, you both knew the truth. anne wasn't going to live and sebastian was going to keep finding a cure for something that couldn't be undone, not even while he's withered away into ashes.
an hour later, you had finally stopped crying and ominis' arms never left your body. as soon as the tears subsided, you realized the close contact and your face flushed terribly. you pulled your face back from his chest and wiped your damp cheeks of any tears before looking up at him.
"thanks, ominis, you truly are a great friend." you say, however the word 'friend' singed your tongue as you spoke. it felt revolting to say.
"o-of course," ominis stammered, pulling away now with his arms to his side. you frowned at the loss of contact, crossing your arms against your body. "listen, i know it doesn't seem that way, but everything will be alright."
"i know, ominis, thank you." you replied and omnis heard you shuffle closer.
he has known you long enough to sense your presence and know your scent when it filled his nostrils. you were in front of him...very close. ominis felt your hands run up his chest gently and he couldn't help but stiffen at the warmth that your fingers held, even through his thick clothing. they brushed further up, reaching his neck and then to his face to which you encased his jaw with your palms.
"(y/n)?" ominis questioned in a soft voice.
you ignored him, bringing yourself to stand on your toes and lean your face upwards. ominis could feel your soft breathing against his skin now and his heart began to race nervously as you suddenly pressed your chest against his. then he felt something soft against his lips, which made his eyes widen.
you felt his hand grip your shoulders and pushe you away gently, which made your heart fall to the floor. damn you and your emotions. you couldn’t control yourself? what was the matter with you?
“ominis, i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have done that-it’s just i’ve had feelings for you for so long and-i’m so very sorry...”
you kept on rambling, dreading the boy's silence and stilled body. ominis’ ears seemed to be ringing at your sudden confession. your words echoed loudly as if trying to engrave itself into his mind. you’ve had feelings for him after all this time? blasted it all, he thought you had feelings for sebastian with how close you two were. ominis had thought that for so long, yet here you were...kissing him and confessing?
"ominis?" you called out cautiously, tilting your head with a pursed lips. you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. what if he didn't feel the same way? you wouldn't be able to let yourself live it. down. you wanted to curse out loud, but ominis wasn't moving a inch in front of you.
suddenly, you felt ominis' hand gently take yours and lifted it up to his face. you watched in silence as he pressed his soft lips upon it before feeling him smile against your skin. your face felt as though someone had casted incendio as he pulled you closer into his body. chest to chest now, he slowly let your hand go and placed it on your cheek.
"you've no idea how bloody long i've waited to hear those words come from your lips." ominis whispered as he bent down to draw his face closer to yours.
once again, his lips were met with yours and you closed your eyes in bliss with your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. ominis felt you pull him closer, as if you two weren't already molded together as it is. the kiss was gentle, yet feverish-almost needy. as if every word and thought that had been locked up and were relishing at the feeling of being freed.
however, you just had to feel him against you. the kiss was gentle, yet feverish-almost needy. as if every word and thought had been locked up and were now relishing the feeling of being freed. this kiss meant more to you and him than anyone could ever imagine. a feeling a disappointment waved over you as he slowly pulled away from the kiss.
"i love you, (y/n) (l/n)," ominis gasped softly. he was clearly winded with the passionate kiss that you two just shared, yet his words rang clear in your ears. oh, if ominis could see you now, your smile stretched from ear to ear at his words.
"and i love you, ominis gaunt."
-
you were humming with your books to your chest as you shuffled over to the undercroft. to your surprise, sebastian and the new fifth year student were huddled around the secret entrance, which made you all the more wary. it was already betraying enough that sebastian revealed their secret lair without you and ominis' knowledge, but to see them both standing there with grim faces made your blood boil. the nerve of them, you thought as you stood there with a glare on your face. it was clear that sebastian read the hostility and brought his hands up in assurance.
"(y/n), be calm, i know you're still angry about-" he started, but you huffed in response and turned your head away, flipping your hair on to you shoulder.
"angry?" you scoffed and pointed a finger to the new fifth year. "you let a stranger into our secret space and you want me to be calm? you know better than anyone how much this place means to me and you completely ignored it!"
sebastian winced at your words, knowing exactly what you meant. he had betrayed your trust in him. "i know, i know-but (y/n), we need your help!"
you glanced at the fifth year, who gazed at you with a sheep expression and then back at sebastian. your face softened a bit and you sighed heavily, before relenting. "well, what is it then?"
"it's best we not speak here," sebastian said in a hush tone before looking toward the new fifth year, who nodded in agreement. "c'mon, we'll talk in the undercroft."
you rolled your eyes as sebastian opened the entrance to the undercroft with the new fifth year following behind you two. the place that once was filled with happy memories were being replaced with secrecy. secrets that were bound to become trouble.
"alright," you say, setting your books on one of the old barrels that laid upright and turning around to face the both of them. "what is it that you need help with?"
"we need to find a scriptorium," the fifth year started and you tilted your head curiously. "it's hidden somewhere in this school and only one person knows where it is."
"well, i don't know where it is," you grumbled with your arms crossed against your chest and leaning your weight on one leg. sebastian seemed nervous now that you shot him a glance. he couldn't seem to meet your eyes as he glanced behind you.
oh, now i see what this is about.
"only one person in this school knows where it is," you say with a firm voice as you mostly addressed the fifth year. "and he also happens to be your longest friend, sebastian. so why not ask him?"
the fifth year now looked stunned as they looked back at sebastian, who seemed more nervous than before. you raised a brow at his timid posture and narrowed my eyes.
"i did-or rather, we did," sebastian stammered out, clasping his fingers together and licking his lips. "but, ominis refused to tell us."
"rightfully so," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "merlin knows what you two are up to. clearly up to no good if its about the scriptorium."
"its to help anne," sebastian seethed, now feeling angry with your attitude. "and if you cared at all about her then you would do this. if not for me, then for her. that is if you ever even considered her a friend."
sebastian's brows were quick to smoothen out as he realized the words that had spewed out of his mouth. his face now held regret as you stood there with your fists clenched at your sides. you were visibly seething now with your face a bright red and your lips curled into a nasty growl.
"the absolute gall of you, sallow!" you hissed out causing sebastian and the new fifth year to flinch at your tone. although your tone held anger, sebastian could hear the hurt that was laced along with it. you stormed towards him until you were foot to foot with him and you grabbed him by his tie to pull his face down to yours. your glaring (e/c) eyes pierced into his very soul.
"how dare you imply that i don't care about anne? yes, she is your sister, but she is my best friend as well! all i've ever wanted was for her to get better!"
with every word sentence that you spoke, you jabbed a finger into his chest. sebastian very well felt that anger and hurt that snaked through your finger and into his chest. however, he was determined to find the scriptorium. as much as it hurt him to do this, he couldn't give up. not now. not ever.
"well, prove it then!" sebastian interjected with a glare. "if you truly cared about anne, then help me convince ominis. you're the only one he will listen to and-"
"ominis will not listen to me," you spat. "you know about ominis' family and his past. do not force me to do this. i will not, especially if it will hurt him."
"but he will listen to you," sebastian reasoned, visibly frustrated at your refusal. "you're the only person ominis cannot say no to! now that you're seeing him, he will surely listen."
"it sounds like you're using us," you drawled, narrowing your eyes at him.
"this is for anne. i need to find a cure before it's too late!"
"what would anne think about all this, sebastian? did you even think to ask yourself this?" you sighed before letting go of his tie and brining your fingers up to your temple. "sebastian, i will not ask ominis. either you convince him yourself or you stop finding a cure for anne."
sebastian's face was red with frustration as he glanced back at the new fifth year, who shook their head. there was a moment of exchange between them before sebastian looked at you with pursed lips. you dared him to say something that will possibly break your tie with him with your eyes.
"i was right about you," sebastian finally spoke, his brown eyes darkening as he glared down at you. "you never cared about anne! that's why you won't do this! something so simply that could help anne and you won't do it. how could you be so selfish?!"
your mouth parted in shock while your heart tightened in your chest. all you could was stare at him with an unreadable expression. it was as if an arrow had pierced through your chest.
"i've heard about enough!" a voice boomed from behind you all and sebastian whipped around to see ominis storming towards them with his wand balled in his hand.
"ominis," you called out and ominis was in front of you in an instant. you grabbed his occupied hand and held it to your chest tightly. your voice sounded small as if you were holding back tears. ominis' blood boiled at the thought of how crestfallen your face might've looked and he immediately let go of your hand to face sebastian. you peered behind his arm to find sebastian glaring at you both, almost in betrayal.
"take back what you said," ominis glowered and sebastian internally winced at how cold his tone was. "we have been friends for too long, sebastian. do not jeopardize this over something so trivial."
"trivial?!" sebastian roared in disbelief. "this is to find a cure for anne. i had no intent in hurting either of you. i just want-"
"we know what you want, sebastian," ominis interjected with a wave of his hand. "but this is not the way to do it. if i had known you would come to (y/n) about this, then i would've accepted your request."
the tension in sebastian's body slowly faded as omini' last sentence sparked a brink of hope. "so you'll do it? you'll show us where the scriptorium is?"
you snap your head up at ominis with a furrowed brow, hoping that he would say no, except there was a moment of silence. dread poured into your veins like a gush of water from a waterfall as you realized that ominis was actually considering it. you even felt yourself becoming sick as ominis let out a frustrated sigh.
"yes, i'll show you-but with a few conditions!" ominis said with a stern voice as sebastian's face lit up in satisfaction.
"of course, anything!" came sebastian quick response and the new fifth year simply watched the scene unfold with uneasy eyes.
"first, you leave (y/n) out of whatever you two are planning." ominis said and you took his hand into yours while gazing up at his solemn face.
"noted," sebastian said with a nod, now feeling like an arsehole as he refused to meet your eyes. "(y/n) will no longer be involved with our plan."
ominis nodded "second, after you find whatever it is you need, you must promise me that you will stop sticking your nose where it shouldn't be. no more dark arts, no more curses. you have to stop, sebastian."
sebastian's eyes widened slightly at ominis' proposition and glanced at the floor uneasily before hesitantly nodded. "alright, i agree to your terms."
"alright, i'll meet you two upstairs, i need to speak with (y/n) for a moment."
sebastian nodded at the fifth year to head on up and turned his head back at you with an apologetic expression. "i'm sorry, (y/n), i let my anger get the best of me. there's nothing i could possibly say to make you forgive me, but you have to understand that-"
"i know," you said coldly as you crossed your arms uncomfortably and looking away. "it's for anne's health, but please stay out of trouble. nothing good will come out of learning about the dark arts."
"this has to work," sebastian mumbled sadly before turning around.
"i'm sorry again, (y/n), i hope you forgive me." was the last thing he said before walking out of the undercroft with his heels echoing through the room.
you sighed sadly, which caused ominis to look down at you with a grim expression. you leaned your forehead against his back with your hand still grasping his as if he'll just fade away.
"ominis, was this really the right decision?" you asked and ominis turned around with your forehead on his chest now. he slowly brought his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.
"once sebastian finds what he wants, he will no longer pursue his research." ominis replied into your hair. "this had to be done."
"i wish there was another way," you sighed before pulling away from his chest and leaning upwards to place a kiss on his lips. "promise me you'll be safe. if they tell you to do something uncomfortable, please come back to me."
"i will, (y/n), do not worry to much." ominis replied with a fond smile on his face, yet the dim lights didn't hide the fearful undertone in his voice. "i will come back to you safe and sound. i can promise you that."
you let out a shaky breath before pulling him back into a kiss. ominis returned it just as eagerly, as if it would be the last. both of your bodies seemed to relax a bit as you pulled away.
"i love you, ominis."
"i love you too, (y/n)."
those were the last words that you both had before you watched ominis turn around to leave the undercroft. he left with a heavy heart and you stood there feeling as though half your heart was on his sleeve.
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