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[mediocre-artist]

Another fic of our favourite Gaunt <33 Was a gift for my friend after he passed a big test :D Super proud of him!!

"Blast it," you hear Ominis mumble under his breath as he works to unbutton his dress shirt. Candles flicker about your shared dorm room, and you are trying your damnedest to stare at the glow's waltz and pointedly not at the very pretty, slowly stripping boy just a few feet over by his bed. You tended to enjoy the dances the flames created, but now nothing seemed more boring knowing what you were missing. Quietly, you grab the nearest book and flip inside, boring your gaze straight through a page about... the history of the troll and wizard relations. Ah. Riveting. (You'd rather watch paint dry. A full bucket of non-enchanted, muggle paint. That had to be more entertaining. The thought makes you snort.)

The sound of Ominis saying your name pulls you from your musing and you nearly turn to face him when you remember why you were looking away to begin with.

"Yes?" You reply, gluing your gaze to the crease where the pages are sewn and far too loudly flipping the parchment.

"If you aren't too busy pretending to read, I would greatly appreciate some assistance with this damned button," Ominis says, and it takes everything in you not to flounder at the passive (and admittedly true) accusation. Hot guilt and embarrassment claws layers beneath your skin as you attempt to swallow whole the nerves trying to smother your words.

"I wasn't—" you begin.

"Please. I'm blind, not stupid," he quips. "And now that we've officially established such, your help would be greatly appreciated." You try not to wallow in the molten searing of your cheeks as you finally turn to face him. The blond has dropped his hands from the troublesome button, expecting your help and knowing he'll receive it. He's not far undressed, in all honesty, and your effort to keep yourself from straying your gaze seems a bit silly now. You take one, two, three steps across the room to where he stands by his bed, and he raises his chin when he hears you stop before him. Hesitantly, you reach your hand up to the button that lies at the dip of his collarbone; it seems to have gotten tangled in a few loose loops of thread, and knowing Ominis, he doesn't want to risk accidentally pulling them further or popping the button off. You carefully push the button through the loops, freeing it from its net and allowing it to slip out through the buttonhole. Though the task is complete, you linger, taking in the sight of his face this close. You can see the sparkle in his veiled blue eyes, can count the beauty marks on his skin and silently swoon over the elegant curl of his long lashes. He's beautiful, you think.

Ominis clears his throat and you jump back, not missing the subtle smirk that flashes across his pink lips.

"I can still hear, you know. Quite well, in fact. You took your time drawing away," Ominis states factually, and you turn, yanking over the drawer of your clothes chest to pull out a more comfortable shirt. You toss it onto your bed and tug the one you're donning off, the rustle of fabric loud in your ears.

"Must you judge so harshly?" You ask, shedding your trousers to replace those, as well, kicking them off to the side before busying yourself with searching for a new pair.

Ominis is quiet for just a moment.

"I prefer the term observing."

"Uh-huh. Sounds like a load of it." You step into your trousers and tug them up, another silence falling between you, before you fall back onto the bed with a loud sigh. "Remind me to leave any room Peeves is in. Even if it's during class."

Ominis hides a small smile as he finishes dressing himself for bed as well, slipping under the covers. It's loud and the sound bounces around in your head, fabric against fabric. It puts warm, embarrassing thoughts in your brain.

"As if you're less the menace."

A grin tugs at your lips and you grin, sliding into your own bed.

"Very true... goodnight, Ominis."

"Goodnight."

You dream of blond boys with light, foggy eyes and a touch warm and sweet as spiced pumpkin juice.

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[mediocre-artist]

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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