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Interpreter/Writer/Philosophy student. Here be fandom content, my musings in the human condition and beyond. Safe space for urban hermits alike, make yourselves at home in my cave. Apeirophilia: Antonym of apeirophobia. Love of deep, deep eternity. Current fixation: Hogwarts Legacy
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"Morning, Mr. Reaper!" Rook calls out.
You hear Michael's heavy footsteps going down the stairs as you turn and see him staring slowly at everyone, before walking over and wordlessly grabbing a plate of the breakfast skillet and churros and taking a seat the end of the table."
Michael: Unmasked and Unamused, an essay by yours truly
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Finally the slander video the Breach folks deserve, with a part two coming up later.
Quick life update: Have just recovered from a heavy flu; getting back to paused projects including my writing, so stay tuned for those.
Happy Easter, folks!
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in the latest cyber-news: the internet archive has lost their case against 4 major publishing houses (verge article). they’re going to appeal, but this is still a bad outcome. the fate of the internet is currently hanging in the balance because 4 multibillionare publishing groups missed out on like $15 of combined revenue during the pandemic because of the archive’s online library service. it’s so fucking stupid.
for those who don’t know what the internet archive is, it’s a virtual library full of media. books, magazines, recordings, visuals, flash games, websites - a lot of these things either don’t exist anymore or cannot be found & bought. heard of the wayback machine? that’s part of the internet archive. it is the most important website to exist, and i don’t say that lightly. if the internet archive goes down, the cultural loss will be immeasurable.
so how can you help?
boycott the publishing companies involved in this. they’re absolute ghouls, frankly, and don’t deserve a penny. the companies involved are harpercollins (imprints), wiley (imprints), penguin random house llc (imprints), and hachette book group (imprints). make sure the websites are set to your location as it may differ worldwide.
learn to torrent. download a torrent client (i recommend transmission), a vpn (i recommend protonvpn - sign up and choose the area that’s closest to your continent/country), and hit up /r/piracy on reddit for websites. with torrenting, you can get (almost) any media you want for free in high quality, with add-ons such as subtitles, and with no risks of loss. i would also recommend getting into the habit of watching stuff online for free. the less you can pay to a giant corporation, the better.
get into the habit of downloading and archiving materials. find a TB external hard drive, ideally the higher the better. it’ll probably cost around $60 for 1TB and continue to go up, but they’re so so useful. if you can’t afford a drive, look for any GB harddrives or memory sticks you have lying around and just fill them up. videos, pdfs, magazines, songs, movies, games - anything you can rip and download and fit on there, do it, because nothing is permanent.
donate to the internet archive. this is the most important option on the list. the IA relies entirely on funding, and it’s going to need more to fight this case. whatever you can donate, do it. i promise it’s helpful.
and finally…
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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “do not stand at my grave and weep” after the poem by mary elizabeth frye. the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
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That settles it! Thanks to all who voted. Let’s get to it then hm?
The game plan: If all goes well, these series will eventually cover both « routes », and lead both relationships where I want them to go, that is, until they overlap with the events leading to Harry Potter. I’ll diverge from that line every once in a while for miscellaneous events such as intermediate scenes or even a poly timeline somewhere along the way.
Titles of the Series:
Sebastian’s Route: Glass Heart
Ominis’ Route: The Gaunt who Loved
I’ll continue playing the game to keep me immersed and take breaks when needed to focus on individual characters, because the more I play the game the more my writing will be saturated in spoilers and the more Sebastian-centric it will be because of increased exposure to him. Which isn’t a bad thing, since that is I will do eventually.
That being said, I’d love to hear what you guys want to see first! I know Sebastian’s more popular, but there might be increasing demand for content featuring Ominis.
[Answers to questions below]
Why not go with Seb’s first time?: Simply put, I don’t know him enough yet. I’ll need to explore his character more and set the foundation of the relationship. I know how the scene is going to turn out, but I still need to flesh him out before I age him up and move on to one-on-one intimacy.
Why Omi first?: Ominis happened to appear clearer in my head, and what’s revealed of his character in-game is specific yet flexible enough that it gives you wiggle room for writing him.
Purpose of writing an intermediate scene: I’d been thinking of writing that scene in front of the Three Broomsticks ever since it randomly played out in my head while exploring Hogsmeade, and it helped me familiarise myself with the characters, set the tone for future writing, and get a sense of what their natural dynamic feels like with their chemistry stabilised as opposed to that of a totally fresh relationship.
That is also something I’d recommend for anyone who’s new to writing close relationships and would like their chemistry to feel more natural; take your characters out and place them somewhere random, see how they walk, watch how they interact in a casual manner, notice their love language and learn where they like to be kissed. You don’t even need to publish it. Have fun without worrying about whether people will like it. If you know the baseline, you’ll get a feel of how to deviate from them realistically (in conflict, celebration, tragedy, beginning/end of the relationship).
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Susan Kare, the Artist who designed many of the fonts, icons, and images for Apple, NeXT, Microsoft, and IBM, 1980′s
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Sebastian after getting kicked out of his class, and wandering over to MC's class.
Sebastian:
MC:
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The game plan: If all goes well, these series will eventually cover both « routes », and lead both relationships where I want them to go, that is, until they overlap with the events leading to Harry Potter. I’ll diverge from that line every once in a while for miscellaneous events such as intermediate scenes or even a poly timeline somewhere along the way.
Titles of the Series:
Sebastian’s Route: Glass Heart
Ominis’ Route: The Gaunt who Loved
I’ll continue playing the game to keep me immersed and take breaks when needed to focus on individual characters, because the more I play the game the more my writing will be saturated in spoilers and the more Sebastian-centric it will be because of increased exposure to him. Which isn’t a bad thing, since that is I will do eventually.
That being said, I’d love to hear what you guys want to see first! I know Sebastian’s more popular, but there might be increasing demand for content featuring Ominis.
[Answers to questions below]
Why not go with Seb’s first time?: Simply put, I don’t know him enough yet. I’ll need to explore his character more and set the foundation of the relationship. I know how the scene is going to turn out, but I still need to flesh him out before I age him up and move on to one-on-one intimacy.
Why Omi first?: Ominis happened to appear clearer in my head, and what’s revealed of his character in-game is specific yet flexible enough that it gives you wiggle room for writing him.
Purpose of writing an intermediate scene: I’d been thinking of writing that scene in front of the Three Broomsticks ever since it randomly played out in my head while exploring Hogsmeade, and it helped me familiarise myself with the characters, set the tone for future writing, and get a sense of what their natural dynamic feels like with their chemistry stabilised as opposed to that of a totally fresh relationship.
That is also something I’d recommend for anyone who’s new to writing close relationships and would like their chemistry to feel more natural; take your characters out and place them somewhere random, see how they walk, watch how they interact in a casual manner, notice their love language and learn where they like to be kissed. You don’t even need to publish it. Have fun without worrying about whether people will like it. If you know the baseline, you’ll get a feel of how to deviate from them realistically (in conflict, celebration, tragedy, beginning/end of the relationship).
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Ayo if there is a call to collect songs for our danger noodle boys, I present this Blanco White song, and honestly his entire discography, for Ominis.
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Farewell my room of lies
Have you gone at last?
I’m lost, not paralysed
I may never come back
There’s no answer in the air
Why the lightning struck..
You should have known
I would not care
Every diamond’s cut
From the dirt
So I lie alone
And risk each night
I long to let you in
But there’s a life I lost
Drifted out, before
You let me in
I wrote to you in red
Where the sailors dock
And from here I have not left
You’ve become my lock
Still the boatman never came
Why I cannot guess
Don’t you know it’s all the same?
Every myth cheats death
Just the same
So I lie alone
And risk each night
I long to let you in
But there’s a life I lost
Drifted out
Before
You let me in
Since we're apparently sharing songs for an Ominis Gaunt playlist...
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I saw a devil before me, and he took me by the face
I walked inside his shadow and kept apace
I filled my life with sin enough for the world around;
Drowned, 'till by an Angel Seraph I was found
The Angel leads me forward, he watches as I sleep
The Angel thinks I've got some kind of soul to keep
I feel him rest his Seraph head, warm, against my chest
Don't know why it should be, but by the Angel, I am blessed
And now that devil's behind me, hoping I'll trip and fall
But the Seraph remains to remind me I can have a higher call
I journey toward a goodness that he exemplifies
Wise and cool and clear and human in disguise
The Angel leads me onward, he watches as I sleep
The Angel thinks I've got some kind of soul to keep
I feel him rest his Seraph head, warm, against my chest
Don't know why it should be, but by the Angel, I am blessed
I don't believe in God. I think Jesus was just a man
But with you in my life, I feel part of some heavenly plan
You've shown me there is faith without fear or regret;
You are a love as close to Heaven as I'll get
So Angel, lead me onward and hold watch as I sleep
I don't know why you think I've got a soul to keep
And when you lay your hallow'd head, warm, against my chest
Light divine, highest Angel mine, somehow
I'll be blessed
I'll be blessed
No, I don't deserve you
But please have faith in me
I'll be blessed
Happy, happy
Baby, I'm in love with you
I'm working to be worthy, Angel…
I'll be blessed
You make me happy all the time.
You make me happy all the time
@babygaunt @thedarkjotun @valyrra
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(Ominis/GN!Reader) The Fools
An Ode to Young Love and Recovery
Summary: Two years post-game. Your final year at Hogwarts calls for early celebrations at the Three Broomsticks as you continue to struggle with your past. Only, you're slowly starting to learn that it is not enough for you to try and bury your memories, but to nurture them instead so one day they can become trees.
Rating: Mature (Implied sexual content, aged up characters)
Content: Angst, romance, humour, (self-)acceptance, trauma recovery, insights on growing up, raging hormones of young adults, a lot of fluff and a lot of love.
No real spoilers for the end of the game and spoilers for Sebastian's questline.
Link to the series: The Gaunt Who Loved
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It was a mild September's evening, with the molten gold hues of the sky getting even warmer as the sun stretched over the horizon and across the evergreen hills surrounding Hogsmeade. Despite summer having ended some time ago, nature was showing no signs of grogginess so far. It's as if the Sun had not yet realised that it was indeed autumn, and missed the memo that he was supposed to be going to sleep earlier. Maybe today he wanted to watch all the ruckus that was going on, down there in the Three Broomsticks, for just a while longer. You approach the lively pub with a soft smile and tranquil spirits, having arrived a bit earlier to have a private celebration with your partner.
You are about to begin your last year in Hogwarts. It has been two years since you embarked on your fateful journey and your life took a rather jagged turn, going so rapidly in-between ups and downs that on a graph it must resemble overused scratch paper. Since all you've been through with your friends in foiling Ranrok and Rookwood's plans, the rest of your time has been quite relaxed and uneventful, at least by Hogwarts standards, so much so that one might suspect it to be early retirement.
When your fifth year had come to an end, Sebastian and Ominis were at an impass. Not only due to their strained relationship and their hesitance in approaching the other in fear of overstepping their boundaries, which was especially true for Sebastian, who did most offense albeit meaning no actual harm, but also due to Anne's refusal to have anything to do with her twin immediately after the incident. All of a sudden the boys didn't have anywhere to go. As such, it was only fair that you and your family opened your doors to your first ever friends in Hogwarts, who welcomed you with open arms when you were expecting a cold welcome as a relative outsider. Your parents, who were incredibly glad to not having to be scared witless for the the safety of their only child, who was miles away from them and in constant danger, did not hesitate for a single second to accept the fold into their home. Your friends were ever so grateful to be given the opportunity to heal and reconnect in a place where they didn't need to constantly be on their guard. Even so, everything that has happened in your fifth year seemed like a memory that couldn't stay in the past where it belonged. With every year that passed, the more randomly the remnants of all that has transpired resurfaced from your collective memory, and at unpredictable intervals.
"A year ago today I nearly became dragon kibble," said with mock indignance, petting the family cat that had just gotten used to the presence of more than three people being present at once in the house.
"Can't believe we all managed to get dragged into all sorts of trouble soon after we met you," said fondly with a twinge of melancholy, listening intently for any cues of positive or negative reactions, yet finding only melancholy palpably reflected back at him. Melancholy for what, nobody really knew. Loss of innocence? Although none of you had the innocence of what was expected in a typical teenager. The acknowledgement of lost innocence, perhaps.
"It's been two years since Solomon died," said abruptly, the monotonous tone betraying deep and persistent hurt, only a few minutes after you all had been laughing about Garreth's antics at Potions class. It had felt like someone poured a bucket of ice water over your head, freezing you with the same paralysing dread as when you realised what had happened. That Solomon had died in his sleep, peacefully.
You wince at the memories and all the lies you've had to tell in order to cover up those memories, albeit to little success. Your eyes instinctively close shut, yet it barely stops the part of your brain that is still terrified yet intent on replaying all that has happened, nor is it effective in distracting you from the faint prickling at the base of your skull that has been reoccurring in short bursts ever since you were hit by the Cruciatus curse, like a muted cascade of static electricity.
It's been getting better, you reassure yourself, because you don't yet know what to make of the other alternative, which is that you've only gotten used to the sensation. Of course, your friends have been of tremendous help as you healed, both physically and mentally, and for a while they were the one grounding factor that kept you sane. That is, after they knew how they could effectively help you better when you finally relented and told them you needed their help. You are forever grateful for them; for their support, patience and compassion. It is then you became aware of how incredibly lucky you were to be surrounded by so much positivity and tenderness. Perhaps you needed to survive such a calamity to realise how loved you really are.
"Are you intent on standing there any longer?" You hear a familiar voice ring out behind you, the musical lilts brimming with amusement. "If so, please be so kind to step aside so at least one of us can enjoy the butterbeer that you had proposed we get." You can't help but smile to yourself and at the warmth spreading out from the centre of your chest, which promptly dispels the remaining dark clouds behind your eyes. Normally it takes way more effort for anyone, let alone you, to pull you out from the eye of a storm like this, but that's just the effect this guy always had on you; the kind that passes through your defences as gently as the foam of sea waves caress the farthest edges of the sand. His influence over you has never alarmed you, and frankly you allowed for it, because you are well aware that the disgust he misplaces in himself due to his family's reputation and how utterly wary he is of his capacity to hurt others makes him that much more careful not to betray the trust of those he cares about. Hence you've never hidden your positive reactions from him when he's around, even before you were together, because your trust in him helped him build trust in himself.
With that, your eyes flutter open, your otherwise heavy eyelids showing no resistance, and you blink rapidly to clear the remaining fog to see the reflection on the door. Surely enough, you see none other than Ominis standing behind you, wand resting at his side, his bemused expression otherwise displaying calm patience.
"Hey, you!" You sigh in relief.
"Hey." He lifts his gaze from the ground and brings it up towards the direction of your voice, smiling warmly. He lifts his other arm slightly and curves his hand inwards, beckoning you to come closer.
You don't need to be asked twice. You step into his space in practiced confidence that still gives you butterflies and wrap your arms underneath his, your head landing right underneath his jaw as he wraps around you. Ominis didn't use to be too big on hugs, mostly because they startled him if a verbal warning wasn't given beforehand and, well, he's not used to the gesture all that much. Or rather he wasn't, because your inclination for showing affection through physical contact, which he found endearingly tolerable at first, became something he greatly enjoyed and eventually gladly initiated. You swear every time you tuck your head in the crook of his neck you can feel how tall he's gotten since the last time you hugged, especially considering the first time around you were almost the same height! Each hug feels a little different than the last, although the reason for that is completely unrelated to height.
After a few blissful seconds, or more (you can't really tell at this point), you lean your head back a tiny bit to look at him. Despite the mature sharpness of the lines of his face and the slight hollowness of his cheeks that was a temporary side effect of growth spurts, you could still see the softness in his features and in his unfocused eyes that were somehow able to see all of you at once. He is getting more handsome with each passing month and you'd be lying if you didn't enjoy making him blush with your attestations of just how attractive he is. As for you, while your height was guaranteed to remain the same by now, the excess fat right below your cheekbones that you irately tugged at in your early adolescence got smoothed out, just like your mother had assured, and the bridge of your nose that you inherited from your father started to get more prominent, which he had jokingly forewarned you against when you were a kid. He made light of it by telling you that you'll be able to smell things a lot better, yet given your experiences around noxious and pungent materials that were an inherent reality of the 'authentic Hogwarts experience', you don't see how that could possibly be a good thing. Nevertheless, you were glad to be growing and accepted the changes your body was going through as best you could. Besides, the way Ominis was holding you already made you feel like you were the most gorgeous thing ever.
"How did you know it was me?" Your voice is reduced to little more than a whisper.
He opens his eyes, their corners crinkling at your sudden discretion. "I was right behind you, you know." He says matter of factly, also whispering. "I recognised your footsteps."
You chuckle softly, sliding your arm out from under his, and run your fingers through his hair. "Figured as much."
"Mhm." He arches into your touch and hums lowly, grazing his nose against your cheek with a smirk he doesn't care to hide anymore. He leans in closer, his soft breaths making your skin feel hot red. That is your cue to face him, and Ominis gladly meets your lips in the middle. You stand there for a moment, entwined in each other, swaying gently with the early autumn's wind that feels like cool lemonade, and when you finally deepen the kiss you feel him inhale sharply, his brows furrowing with intense focus. His grip on your robe gets tighter as he pulls you closer until you're flush against his body and you feel him pressing tightly against your thigh.
Ever since the incident, Ominis and Sebastian have been trying their best to mend their strained relationship, and Sebastian had been focusing on reconciling with Anne in order to make up for precious time lost after he had ironically neglected her in pursuit of cheating death for her. As such, you and Ominis ended up spending more and more time together, making up for time spent chasing after Sebastian and not around each other. After getting over the shock of the revelation that you like liked each other after your admissions of mutual affection, you started to get closer and closer. The playful glances became tentative touches, and those became bold caresses as you got older and grew more comfortable around each other. And now, it just so happened that he was pinning you against a wall.
The muffled buzzing of the bar is almost completely snuffed out as your senses centre around him and nothing else, until you barely notice that you're backed against the wall and your kisses have started to get urgent and desperate. And then Ominis breaks away from the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours as he grounds himself and tries his best to calm himself. His eyes stayed closed, like opening them would mean losing the clarity of you. You gasp at the sudden loss, swollen lips gaping pathetically. You feel dizzy, intoxicated, even, and it doesn't help that his face is only a few inches from you, yet you silently hold onto him while you wait for your head to stop spinning. He's drawing this out and you know it. A part of you appreciates it, despite it being positively excruciating.
Once you've both caught your breaths, it doesn't take long for the position you're both in to finally dawn on you, and how the steps of incoming and departing patrons seem to falter, pause, then continue hurriedly in the opposite direction as you. You thought you could even hear the cheer of a particularly tipsy patron that sounded old enough for you to avoid eye contact at all costs lest you see him in class someday. A jolt of panic shoots up your spine when you feel Ominis trembling and you worriedly turn back to check on him, but you see that his shoulders are simply shaking in silent laughter. His face is scrunched up in equal amounts of delight and embarrassment, and also the reddest you've ever seen it. It's not long until you join him as well, cupping his cheek and chuckling uncontrollably. Your laughter eventually goes up the wrong airway and turns into a massive snort, which prompts Ominis to practically start wheezing.
"Okay, okay!" You plead after you feel tears collect at the corner of your eyes. "Please. I'm about to pee myself."
Ominis can only manage to bury his face into your shoulder, shaking his head as if to convey that his efforts to stop are ultimately for naught. You are left to pat the top of his head and fix his once carefully groomed hair as you look up and wipe the tears from your eyes. This is one of the things you love most about yourself. That you can find, pluck, and bring joy wherever you go. You've found that people bloom in your presence, that your friends are not only motivated to reach their potential in terms of academic success, but in being the best they could be. The most passionately impulsive guy you've known realised he could find the peace he was desperately searching simply by slowing down and enjoying the time he has with his loved ones. The reserved guy who exercised unprecedented self-control over himself to the point of neurosis is a bubbly laughing mess in your arms.
I turned out okay after all. You smile to yourself, closing your eyes peacefully and burying your nose in Ominis' hair. Ominis, who has significantly calmed down by now, peppers your neck with kisses in return of your gesture.
"That was nice," he mutters elatedly.
"It was," you brush your thumb across his cheek, "...and we can do it again, later."
He nods and turns his head, planting a quick kiss on your thumb before standing straight, hands searching for misplaced or fuzzy strands in your hair. He finds plenty, so he starts to gently comb them out with his fingers. You also fix his tieless collar and realign his dark grey vest, and run your hands through his hair one last time to ensure it looks close to how neat it look before your make out session ruined it. He doesn't seem to mind it in the slightest.
"Perhaps not outside of the single most crowded pub in town, yes?" Ominis raises a teasing brow.
"Indeed. You're ravishing, by the way."
Ominis brows shoot up at that, almost to comical proportions, but he recovers quickly enough. He instinctively checks the collars of his shirt and smooths the front of his vest.
"You don't think the vest is a bit too much?"
"I think it's perfect. And you left out the tie so it looks relaxed enough. You look like you're just here to get a drink."
Ominis nods, satisfied. "That is my intention." He tilts his head, smiling. "And you're absolutely breathtaking."
You chuckle, shrugging with quasi-modesty. "I try."
His smile turns cheeky as he traces the side of your neck with his fingers. "Really? I didn't notice."
You sigh incredulously, shoulders raising so dramatically that it makes Ominis smirk. "Shut up before I back us up into a corner again. And this time we're not stopping."
His expression shifts at that and his hand halts at the base of your jaw. "Who said I will stop?"
"Don't, please." You say without a trace of your bratiness earlier, voice thick with desire and desparation.
Ominis freezes at your tone, his jaw tensing up as he takes a few deep breaths. You realise he's doing his utmost best to not pounce on you right there.
"Later," he manages, extricating himself from you with sheer willpower. He retrieves his wand from his pocket and mutters something as he sways it gently, seemingly fixing the appearance of his trousers.
"Later." You agree, peering into the pub momentarily. "There's a lot of people."
"I noticed. It's alright." Ominis clears his throat, looking somewhat sheepish over his apparent loss of control, but later on when he recalled this moment and your initial reaction, he would think back to it with great pride. He extends his free hand. "Shall we head inside?"
You happily take his hand, swaying them gently before resting them at your side. "Right this way, then." You step forward to open the door and a cacophony of rowdy chatter and trills of laughter bursts out in a giant tide, hitting you straight in the face like the heat of an oven when you first open its door. It's as if you turning the handle was but only a simple catalyst for this vibrant eruption, and you feel giddy at the sensation. You look over at Ominis and see that his brows are slightly furrowed due to the sudden loudness, but is too basking under the warmth. By now the Sun had already started to give in to fatigue, and blinked at the people of Hogsmeade one last time before setting to meet with them the next morning as he so promised to the Earth at the dawn of the universe. You step inside right after Ominis, tapping your feet against the magical rug that gladly gobbles up the dirt from your weary shoes.
It's not going to be the easiest job in the world; moving forward, reconciling with your restless memories, your occasional sleepless nights and your survivor's guilt. But it is going to be easier than it otherwise could have been, with your loved ones at your side. You will just have to remind and allow yourself to take it one day at a time, not only because that's the right thing to do given the traumatic circumstances you have faced at such a young age, but because that's the only thing you can do. Step slowly but surely into the future, staying together, acknowledging the importance of your combined strength to overcome whatever difficulties you might face from the past and beyond. Perhaps that is all you really need.
Ominis slips his fingers between yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckle, as if he could tell that you had gone elsewhere and wanted to remind you that he was there for you. You squeeze his hand in return.
I'm back. I'm back and I know you're here and I couldn't be happier to have you.
The tenseness in his brows completely dissipates as his expression lights up and he blinks softly at you with great affection. Sometimes you really wonder if he can hear your thoughts, or whether your boyfriend is actually a cat. You chuckle at your thoughts and nod at him, tugging your hand in the same rhythm to say you're ready to move. Ominis smiles and moves ahead as you slip inside into the centre with him, the door shutting gently behind you.
#hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis x reader#sebastian sallow#anne sallow#gender neutral mc#slytherin reader#the gaunt who loved#haven't written fiction in a while! I hope you like it#dont know how ominis’ character feels but I see huge similarities between him and my bf so it helped to channel him
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