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sebastianwallows · 1 year

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A Bad Idea

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader

Summary - Request by anon for "Would you please write a scenario where Ominis has a secret crush on female MC and accidentally drinks a lust potion. Horny Ominis ensues 😏

Word Count - 2,018

Warnings - 18+ smut, slight degradation, oral sex

A/N - I know this isn't exactly 'accidental' but it's hard coming up with so many reasons for different stories as to why they took the potion

"Sebastian, I've told you this is such a ridiculous idea."

"Come on, admit it, you're just scared." Sebastian teased his friend before placing a mug in his hand. "We're not the only ones doing it! There are guys from other houses doing it as well. Of course, Garreth is doing it since it's his idea. Come on, bottoms up."

Ominis sighed deeply before feeling Sebastian tip his mug from the bottom and forced him to drink the concoction. Garreth had some grand idea to create a lust potion and force it upon an entire group of them. He saw it as some kind of challenge to see how long the lads could stand it before taking care of business.

Ominis wanted no part of it, but somehow Sebastian had talked him into it. He thought that he may have an advantage since he had one less sense that could lead him down the road of temptation.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," the blond coughed at the taste of the potion before jabbing the mug into Sebastian's hands.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other things to do with my day."

Omins made a move to turn away and exit the common room, but Sebastian put a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Actually, my friend, I believe Y/N was coming up to see you." Sebastian's tone was smug and Ominis knew right away he had been set up for his own embarrassment.

He could already feel the tips of his ears getting hot just thinking about you. He had trusted Sebastian to keep his feelings safe and clearly, he had no such plan of doing that.

"You bastard. At least get out, spare me from having you as a witness to me making a fool of myself." He crossed his arms just as you came bounding into the room, calling his name.

Sebastian muttered a half-hearted goodbye before slipping past the two of you and right out the door. You gave him an odd look as he started laughing on his way out before you moved to stand in front of Ominis.

"Is something going? I feel like there's something I'm missing here. Sebastian told me you needed my help with something." When you said that Ominis immediately had thoughts he could not control. He imagined the smooth skin of your thighs as he spread them apart, digging into them with his fingers. He imagined your breathy voice telling him you need him and the moans that followed when he obliged.

He shifted nervously before taking a seat on the couch nearest to you both. He did his best to sit near to the edge, hoping to keep some distance between you both.

"Well, I'm afraid Sebastian is mistaken. I would love for you to keep me company though." He flashed you a smile and tried to steady his breathing. He knew he was playing a dangerous game with himself. He could feel his cock stiffening beneath his robes. Every word you spoke. Every waft of your scent that drifted his way; it all just fueled his fantasies. He was somewhat surprised at how fast the potion had an effect on him.

You eyed him suspiciously before taking a seat beside him as you usually would. Your hip and leg were pressed up against him as you sat near him, leaning over to examine him. He used every ounce of willpower he had to contain a moan from the subtle contact.

"Ominis is something wrong? You look as if you're about to explode. You can talk to me even if you don't think I can help."

He turned towards you, placing an unsuspecting hand on your thigh. He thought that maybe if he just tip-toed around the line and kept close to you like normal it would be enough to quench the ache he was feeling between his legs.

"It's really nothing. You know how Sebastian is. He's just been stirring trouble up all day and I'm fed up with him," he huffed. His anger and annoyance were very real at that moment. You reciprocated his affections by leaning your head against his shoulders with a sigh, "I'm sorry that you had to be his victim for today."

You were extremely aware of his hand that wasn't too far away from your own heat. You had mastered keeping a straight face when he reached out for you, but internally you were on fire thinking about what would happen if his fingers were to slip beneath the fabric.

You put your own hand on his knee as you sat with him in comfortable silence. You had just closed your eyes when you noticed his fingers tapping impatiently against you. His own leg had begun a steady rhythm up and down as well. You took notice of how unlike him this was before determining how to respond. You glided your hand up his leg in a calming gesture, but you froze when you heard a groan fall from his mouth. Your breathing was becoming harder to control as you realized what exactly your hand had stumbled upon.

He was painfully hard inside of his trousers. You had inadvertently just given him one big stroke. To his credit, his cock felt much bigger and thicker than you would have guessed. Certainly different from how you had always pictured it.

"O-Ominis," you stuttered, "I — I didn't mean to —"

When you tried to pull your hand away he clamped his free hand over the top of yours. He lulled his head towards you and you could see how flushed he'd become. You could see the detail in his eyes and the way his glossy pupils had become enlarged.

"Please," his voice was low and filled with arousal. The sound went straight to your core.

"I — Sebastian...Garreth made this stupid potion and I —"

"Oh." you cut him off before he could finish. You had heard Garreth talking about his experiments earlier in the day and thought them to be completely insane. Why would all the boys just want to make themselves incredibly horny to be around one another for the rest of the day? "I heard about that. I just didn't think...I didn't think you would be one of the people to take it."

You gave his cock a squeeze, running your hand down the length once more and he thrust his hips towards your touch. He felt like he was in heaven like this must be a dream, it couldn't be real. "But I...I don't mind helping you out." You gingerly took his hand that was on your thigh and guided it to the thin cotton of your undergarments, shamelessly letting him feel the wetness that had leaked through the material.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm not sure...not sure I can let you do this. I don't feel like myself and I might be a little rough." His brain was screaming at him as he tried to give you an escape. He was practically drooling when he felt your slick with his fingers, pressing firmly against your heat, but he didn't want you to feel obligated to help him with his predicament.

You spared a brief glance at the common room entrance before you moved off of the couch and onto your knees on the floor. You situated yourself between his legs, carefully pushing them open further.

Small whimpers escaped his mouth as he felt the heat of your body between his legs. Although the initial loss of contact had him frustrated, he was now in disbelief at what it seemed you were about to do. You raised your hands to unfasten the top of his pants while you gazed up at him.

He placed a hand over yours, to give you one more chance, "Y/N," his voice was gravelly, "I'm telling you I can't think straight. I can't be delicate with your pretty mouth. I need it too fucking badly." His voice had evolved into nearly a growl, but you brushed his hand away and prompted him to lift himself up and let you pull down his trousers.

You took his underwear down with them and his cock sprang up in front of you. His head was dripping and you looked at it in awe of the size and all the beauty marks that were placed so perfectly.

He dragged his hand up your arm and then up the back of your neck, grabbing at the hair that was at the base of your skull. He pulled you forward, pressing your cheek up against his length.

He gave you enough leeway to adjust yourself and swirl your tongue over his wet tip. He tugged harder at your head, forcing your mouth over him and causing you to gag slightly from the sudden intrusion.

"Agh, Y/N, you feel so fuckin' good. More, please. I won't ask twice."

You steadied braced your hands against his thighs and made sure to look up at him. His lustful expression was all the motivation you needed. You stuck your tongue out against his cock and slowly stretched your mouth over it to take as much as possible.

Tears pricked at your eyes when he undulated his hips and forced as much as possible down your throat. "Your mouth is so perfect and tight, please, I'm not going to last very long." You began bobbing your head up and down, trying to take more with each attempt, but he was so thick. Even the added help from his pre-cum wasn't enough to make it all possible. You dug your nails into his thighs and he lost himself in your touch.

He started fucking your mouth relentlessly, getting off to the sound of your muffled choking and thinking about how soaked you probably were from doing something so lewd. And in the middle of the common room no less. "Nngh, what would Sebastian think if he walked in on you right now? F-fuck d'you think he and Garreth would try to get in line for you? After seeing you're such a slut?"

Filthy moans rolled off his lips, a light sheen of sweat making his pale skin glow as he assaulted your mouth and talked down to you.

"It's too bad because you're mine. They can watch all they want, but — agh — Y/N, your slutty mouth is mine. I'm so close, I'm close — "

He forced the full length of his cock into your mouth and let out a guttural cry. You had no choice but to swallow his hot seed as it fell down the back of your throat.

"Yes, swallow it, all of it," he panted and he released some of the tight grip he had on you. He instead rested his palm against your hair, stroking you softly. Once you're sure he's been sucked dry you take him out of your mouth and rest your head against his leg, struggling to catch your breath.

You're somewhat thankful he can't see the drool that's run down your chin and over the top of your blouse. "Oh, Y/N," he sounded more like himself now, not plagued only with thoughts of defiling you. He moved to tuck himself back into his pants before leaning forward to pull you back up to seat you on the couch.

"That's not exactly how I wanted this to happen for the first time, but you felt so good. You were amazing." He cupped your face and used a thumb to swipe across your lips, "Are you alright?"

You nodded as you curled against his chest, "Yes, Sebastian was right to come and get me for this task don't you think?" You laughed softly together as he wrapped an arm around you.

"Yes, I — I would not have sought out anyone except you. I hope you know I want more from you than that." He tilted his head so you could see the sincerity on his face, "I like you quite a lot. Perhaps we can make other plans together that don't just include these activities."

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ravenelyx · 5 months

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Hello! Do you take requests? If so I have oke for you :)

It’s similar to the recent one about Sebastian hugging the reader. Could it be with Omi this time?

I love your writings, btw.

I absolutely can !!! And thank you so much ♡♡

Let me in. - Ominis Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Words: 1k

Warnings: fluff, kissing, angst and comfort, Ominis is touch-starved, Ominis is insecure, neck kissing, fuck the Gaunt family all my homies hate the Gaunt family, we all know Omi's past, cuddling and snuggling, House is not specified, (implied) established relationship

Summary: Ominis Gaunt has never learned how to love. But he has you, and you're willing to teach him.

A/N: I hope you like this!! I followed a different tangent than Sebastian's.

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you can find the whole fic here on ao3 as well

Sebastian's version

He wishes love were easy.

But nothing had ever been easy in Ominis Gaunt's life.

When he opened his heart to her, he opened something deep. A Pandora box of sorrow and grief and everything he'd buried so deep he'd forgotten about it.

Unfortunately, his body never forgets. It shows when she takes his hand. It unleashes when she brushes his hair. That gnawing, scorching flame burning where her touch remains.

She asks him how he's doing, he doesn't answer, words trapped behind his teeth like in a prison of jelly and guilt. He thinks she doesn't really want to be bothered by his problems.

She takes his hand while walking, he moves it away, clutching it to his chest in an attempt to build back that armor she threatens to break every time.

"Ominis," she speaks quietly in the night, when he keeps her always at an arm's distance. "Please, come here."

He wants to cry.

"I don't know how."

The smell of her hair lingers on the pillow when she leaves, and he quietly brings it to him, burying his face in the softness of her girly perfume. Even then, he feels too much freedom; taking up a space that isn't his own. He turns his back to it.

She seems tired today.

"Ominis." Her voice is weary, sad. She's near the fireplace, brooding. He feels like he's done something wrong.

"What is it?"

He balks before approaching her, his voice coming out in a sycophantic squeak that makes his blood run cold. He is afraid: afraid she'll find him some day. That she'll offer her hand and he'll take it with no qualms, allowing her to pull him up, away from those doubts cramming his mind when she gets too close.

"Why do you never let me in?"

He's drowning.

Why? Why? The answer is immediate, pulled right from his brain by that tight awareness that has always been more of a curse than a blessing. Because Ominis Gaunt feels that he is phrogging in other people's existence until they get tired and throw him into the nearest garbage. Because he has never found a place where he could sit down, wind his legs and feel at peace. Because if one day someone finds him with his defenses down, when he hits the bottom of the bin headfirst, he will never forgive himself.

"I don't know how." His inveterate answer comes, drawing a sigh from her. She always drops the subject after, and he feels safe.

This time, she breaches the armor again, and he has got no time to glue it back.

"Come here."

His hands tremble when he follows, sitting down next to her. She opens her palm to him and he feels it on his leg.

"Take it."

Her fingers feel soft to the touch, slipping between his as if filling up a space in his heart he had missed, pushing back his doubts and making a home for itself. He holds her hand and runs his thumb on her knuckles.

"What does this mean?" He asks feebly.

"That you can do much more."

He feels the corner of his lips push down in a grimace. "I don't know h—"

"I'll show you."

Her movements are languid and elegant like a snake, and he feels like she might strangle him and cut his breath and leave him for dead. But he wants to keep holding her hand.

"What do I do?"

"Come here."

This time, he listens.

She lets him move first, wrap his arms around her, as if testing her shape. He runs his hands over her delicate ribs, then down to the soft curve of her waist, then around her; feels the weight in his arms, like she could crush him at any moment. But she doesn't.

She lets him pull her on him, giving him her body. His hands are shaking and he feels inadequate to hold her; to keep her safe and not let her fall.

"Just do what feels right," she whispers.

None of this feels right. But it feels comfortable, and it feels different, and it feels like his heart is slowing down and his weight is meeting the ground and pushing against it like he will never need to get up anymore.

And there are her lips. He feels them with his fingertips; the curve at the top, the soft flesh, the sticky texture of her lipstick. He brings his trembling mouth to hers for the first time and pulls away just as quickly.

"I'm sorry…" he almost cries again.

"Do it again."

He swallows and pushes his lips against hers. He doesn't have the courage to move and breathes against her mouth.

She giggles and his heart breaks, because of course he was doing it wrong. "I'm sorr—"

Her mouth moves against his, takes his bottom lip in a quick suckle and then frees it again. He holds his breath until he can't stay still anymore.

"How does that feel?" she asks.

"More…"

Something inside him cracks open at her taste, pushes and pulls and crushes him, and he holds on to her. It's all too much and it's all not enough. He licks his lips and tastes her lipstick and he wishes he could see her.

When she cups his cheek, he flinches.

"This feels…"

Horrible. Good. Terrifying. Perfect. Different.

"We can go slow," she says, and it's more than he could ask for. "But I'm here, and I'm yours."

He nods and attempts to find her, and he presses his forehead against her collarbone. She's warm there.

"Thank you," He's crying against her skin, and she skims her hand against his back.

He feels naked, a brush of cold hair against his chest where his defenses have cracked. She's pulling his armor down with a gentle touch, and he lets her until he hears it hit the ground loudly.

"You can relax now." He thinks he hears her say. Perhaps it was a dream. And when he hesitantly brushes his lips against her skin, he allows her in.

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writing-intheundercroft · 4 months

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The Perfect Gift - O. Gaunt

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

Word Count: 4,129

Rating: T

Summary: Ominis overhears the girls talking about some singer, and decides to write MC a song for Christmas. Sebastian can't help but be his wingman.

A/N: @darch7995 sent me a song and I had to write something fluffy and happy for Ominis! Listen to the audio HERE. Merry Christmas!

Ominis Gaunt was rarely stopped in his tracks, but once he’d heard the low warbling coming from the gramophone, he halted, holding his hands to his ears. He hated the insinuation that his blindness enhanced his other senses, but he did have impeccable hearing, and the song emitting from the sun room next to the Charms classroom had his ears ringing.

“Isn’t he just so dreamy?” Poppy sighed.

“Clarence Warbeck is my favorite singer of all time.” Leonora Everleigh declared. “I would listen to him all day if I could.”

Ominis rolled his milky blue eyes, ready to walk into the warm, sunlit room to say something snarky, until he heard her voice.

“I think he’s quite the romantic,” she said. His dear friend had a lilt in her voice towards the end of her sentence, as if she hadn’t finished her thought.

“You mean easy on the eyes?” Leonora teased.

She let out a laugh that had Ominis shivering, stumbling behind the column to avoid them seeing him.

“I just think music is quite lovely.” she mused. “And a song? I think that’s the sweetest gift a person could ever give.”

Ominis bit his bottom lip as he blushed. That was valuable information, he thought, especially with the holidays approaching. The wheels started spinning in his mind as he imagined a song, especially one about her–

“Oh, hi Ominis!”

He blinked, turning towards the voice. His friend had seen him, and now he had nowhere to hide.

“Hello, ladies.” Ominis said smoothly.

“Come to take a nap in the light?” Poppy said kindly. He blushed again; clearly his napping habits were quite public knowledge at this point.

“Come over,” his friend beckoned him closer. “We can sit on the cushions, if you’d like.”

“If you insist,” he stuttered.

Ominis awkwardly scampered over to the sound of her voice, settling down on the various plush cushions that were set on the floor. He felt her sit down next to him, tucking her feet under herself as he splayed out on the floor. One of the many cats that lived in the DADA tower slid against the two of them, purring.

“Comfortable?” she asked softly, the sound of the music dulled by her voice.

“Very,” Ominis hummed. He settled onto the cushions, his head falling into her lap. She continued her conversation with the girls as he drifted into a light sleep, the crooning of Clarence Warbeck filling the background noise.

Ominis and Sebastian sat at the Slytherin table in the great hall; with the holidays quickly approaching, most students were busy packing their trunks for the journey home. The Hogwarts Express was departing Hogsmeade station for the holidays the next morning, but per usual, Ominis and Sebastian were spending the holiday at the castle. As Professor Ronen decorated the Christmas tree, the boys sat at the table, loitering before dinner.

“And honestly, I took that quite personally. So I don’t think I should have gotten a detention for setting Leander on fire, he was the one who was in my way…Ominis, are you paying any attention to me?” Sebastian asked, eyebrows quirked.

Ominis rolled his unseeing eyes, waving off his best friend. “Yes, yes, something about nearly giving Leander Prewett third degree burns because he looked at you funny in potions again.” he said lazily, waving his wand again. His eyebrows were furrowed as he waved his wand again. His dictation quill scratched out a few words on the parchment in front of him.

“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked, narrowing his eyes at the many pages in front of his friend.

“Nothing,” Ominis said hastily, snatching his pages together before Sebastian could get his grubby hands on them.

“Why so secretive?” Sebastian asked, clearly intrigued by the change in Ominis’s attitude.

“It’s none of your business,” Ominis sniffed. “Back off.”

From the blond’s biting tone, Sebastian knew it was in his best interests not to press. However, his best interests were rarely ever actually on his mind. Lurching forward, Sebastian snatched a piece of parchment from Ominis’s hands, taking glee in how the blond panicked.

“Each year I ask for many different things–”

“Sebastian stop,” Ominis panted. “It’s not funny.”

“But now I know what my heart–”

“Sebastian!” Ominis screeched, nearly ripping the parchment from his best friend’s hands. “Stop it, I’m begging you.”

“What in Merlin’s name are you writing?” Sebastian laughed, watching as his normally impenetrable friend reddened, pushing the wrinkled parchment into his bookbag. “Is that a poem?”

Ominis’s face was bright red. “It’s a song, if you want to know so bad.” he scowled.

Sebastian’s face softened. “I didn’t know you were back at the old piano again.”

It wasn’t common knowledge that Ominis was an accomplished pianist. Mrs. Gaunt had insisted every child in the Gaunt family mastered an instrument, and he’d spent most of his childhood dreading piano lessons. Despite his initial disdain, Ominis had taken quite well to the instrument, and it became a hobby. Once he was at Hogwarts, he’d slip into the music room every now and then, practicing his rusty skills whenever he was under duress.

“It’s for a gift,” Ominis mumbled.

“Pardon?” Sebastian asked, now grinning. He had an idea of Ominis’s motivation, but wanted to hear the words from the boy himself.

“It is a Christmas gift,” Ominis hissed. “For her. Are you happy, Sebastian?”

“Blissful.” Sebastian leaned into the table, tucking his chin in hand. “This is rich–you’re writing a song for a girl.” he crooned. “How sweet, Omi. What gave you the idea?”

Ominis gave him a rude hand gesture, sparking laughter from the brunette. “I overheard her talking with Poppy and Leonora about that singer–Clarence Warbeck–and how they loved his songs.”

“Right, the prat who sings all those cheesy love songs the girls are obsessed with.” Sebastian noted. “Isn’t he doing a show in London over the holiday break?”

Ominis gave him a dry look. “Precisely. His lyrics are…uninspired, to say the least. And I was already thinking of what to give her for the holidays–you know she’s impossible to shop for. The girl has every piece of clothing known to mankind, every potion, book, broom at her disposal. I thought to myself, she deserves a song. You know, something actually personalized to her.” he said sheepishly.

“Well, I think it’s very kindhearted of you.” Sebastian said smugly. “Are you admitting it then?”

“Admitting what?” Ominis feigned indifference.

“Your crush on her.”

“Could you be any louder, Sebastian?” Ominis hissed. His hands flew to his temples as his best friend chortled next to him. “I just–”

“Just writing her a lovely, romantic song for the holidays.” Sebastian snorted. “Oh come on, I’m just teasing you. I think it’s great; you never play the piano, so it must mean something special.”

Ominis felt his face flush; despite his disdain for Sebastian in the moment, his best friend was right. Ominis had minimal experience with the fairer sex. The concept of romance was lost on the Gaunts, choosing to pair their children in arranged matches to bring honor to the bloodline. He’d never even imagined the idea of dating someone until she’d arrived at Hogwarts. Their friendship had gotten off to a rocky start, thanks to the freckled heathen sitting next to him, but the events of their fifth year had only drawn them closer to one another. What had started as an admiration for her bravery turned into a funny twist in his stomach whenever he heard her laughing. As of late, it had gotten so unbearable, Ominis had turned into a blushing mess whenever she sat next to him in class.

“Speak of the devil–she’s coming in.” Sebastian murmured. “Hide your sheets, then.”

Ominis heard her footsteps draw closer and closer as he hurriedly shoved his parchment back into his school bag.

“Hello you two,” she said sweetly, standing next to them. Ominis could smell her perfume wafting towards him, still smelling like the sweet scent of strawberries in the dead of winter. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” both boys said in unison.

Despite his blindness, Ominis could almost sense the arch of her brow. “Alright, weirdos.” she chuckled. “I have good and bad news.”

“Do tell,” Sebastian said.

“Good news, Leonora’s mother surprised us with tickets to Clarence Warbeck’s show in London!” she said gleefully. “I was going to stay in the castle for the holidays, but Leonora’s parents decided to surprise her early so she could bring friends, and she invited me to join!”

“O-oh.” Ominis said, feeling his heart crack in half. “So you’ll be gone, then?”

“Yes, well that’s the bad news, you see. I know it’s such late notice, but I hope the two of you won’t be cross with me,” she said wistfully. “It’s just such a good opportunity, and I’ve never been to a real show before–”

“Of course we’re not mad,” Ominis interjected. “If it makes you happy, we’ll be happy for you.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you understand,” she sighed in relief. “I am going to miss you over the holidays, I hope you know that.”

Ominis pursed his lips. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.”

“Speak for yourself,” Sebastian chuckled. “I’m positively bereft you’re leaving us.”

Despite his inner turmoil, Ominis knew she was excited for the opportunity to visit London. It was silly of him to write the song, he thought; he was no great wordsmith, nor half the performer that Clarence Warbeck was. He felt a pit of jealousy in his stomach as he pictured her singing and cheering for him in a crowd, waiting for his autograph at the side door to the theater–

He was broken out of his thoughts at the feeling of her kissing his cheek.

“Don’t miss me too much, Ominis.” she said kindly.

“I’ll be counting down the days until you’re back,” he said softly. Realizing just how lovesick he sounded, he quickly covered with a cough. “Can’t forgive you for leaving me with this one,” he elbowed Sebastian, who yelped in return.

She gave a sparkling laugh, which brought warmth to his cheeks once more. “I’ll try to see you before I leave tomorrow.” she promised, her voice getting further and further away as he heard her walk towards the door.

The boys were silent until they heard the door properly shut.

“Lots of talk, use of the word we,” Sebastian noted. “When you’re the one supposedly preparing a love song for her.”

“Shove off,” Ominis mumbled. “I knew it was a stupid idea.”

“Don’t say that,” Sebastian assured him. “You can give it to her when she’s back.”

Ominis knew he was right, but he was rather hoping to give her his song over the holidays. He’d already spent so much time planning his confession, and her leaving for the holiday was a major setback. Ominis wasn’t sure he could muster up the confidence to play his music for her again, let alone with a castle full of other students who might walk in on them.

“Whatever,” Ominis sighed.

It had been a few days since the train had departed for London, taking her to London and far, far away from Hogwarts for the holidays. Ominis had since retreated to the music room nearly every night, wishing to be alone. It was late, and Ominis was seated at the piano again. His long, lithe fingers softly danced across the keys, playing the tune he’d written for her song. Under his breath, he mumbled the lyrics; deep down, he didn’t really want to be alone, but she had been the only company he’d desired. He imagined her, standing at the Clarence Warbeck show, swaying to the lame lyrics with her girlfriends, and it made his piano strokes a bit heavier and angrier than he’d wanted them to be.

He was so lost in thought, he hardly noticed the sound of skittering feet approaching the music room. It wasn’t until the door burst open that he stumbled over the keys, lifting his wand to identify the intruder.

“Sebastian? What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” Ominis barked.

“She’s–Ominis, they–show got canceled–she’s here,” Sebastian rambled, panting for air.

“What are you even talking about?”

Sebastian took a big gulp of air. “The Clarence Warbeck show got canceled,” he breathed. “She caught the train back to Hogsmeade instead.”

Ominis blinked at his best friend. “She’s here?” he said, voice strained.

“Do you have your song written?” Sebastian demanded.

“Er, yes–I was just finishing the melody.” Ominis admitted.

“That settles it–you have a song to deliver then, Ominis.” Sebastian said proudly. “I can grab her, if you like–”

“Are you insane?” Ominis gaped. “It’s not–I’m not ready!” he panicked.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “There’s a piano, you have your lyrics, what aren’t you ready for?” he asked.

Ominis began wringing his hands. “But it has to be romantic,” he wheezed. “And this isn’t romantic at all. For Merlin’s sake, I’m wearing pajamas!”

Sebastian was quiet for a few moments; Ominis could tell the cogs were moving in his best friend’s head. The brunette snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it!” he said gleefully. “The perfect idea.” He could hear Sebastian’s boots scuffling around him, muttering under his breath.

“What are you doing?” Ominis asked curiously.

“Candles.” Sebastian said simply, muttering a conjuration charm. “You’ll need a lot of candles, girls love them.”

“I’m not even going to ask how you know that,” Ominis scowled, standing up and raising his wand. He could sense Sebastian conjuring dozens candles, setting them around the piano.

“And you–you should change into something a little nicer.” Sebastian tutted. “Not that your pajamas aren’t cute and all, but you’ll want to look your best.”

“I know that,” Ominis rolled his eyes. However, he couldn’t contain the flutter of excitement in his stomach. “Are you suggesting I change now?”

“Run down to the dungeons, I’ll take care of the room.” Sebastian assured him. “Ambiance, by Sebastian Sallow.” he joked.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Ominis said earnestly.

“Get fewer girls, that’s for sure.” The brunette snorted.

“Don’t start.” Ominis warned him, backing up towards the door.

“Is that any way to treat your personal elf?” He didn’t need sight to know there was a smug grin stretched across Sebastian’s face. “Go on, get prettied up. I’ll be here, getting everything prepared.”

“I know you can’t see yourself, but you look quite dashing.” Sebastian hummed. He adjusted Ominis’s tie, the blonde slapping his hands away in return. “Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” Ominis lied. “What’s to be nervous about?”

“I dunno–the fact that it’s nearly midnight and you’re about to host your first solo concert to the girl you’re in love with.” Sebastian hummed. “I know I had some mistletoe around here somewhere…”

“Hello?” A feminine voice called out. “Is anyone there?”

Ominis slapped Sebastian’s arm. “She’s here!” He hissed. “Get out!”

Sebastian yelped in response; Ominis straightened his waistcoat as he heard his best friend stumble across the music room, his boots clacking against the stairs.

“Ominis, are you in there?” Her voice sounded nearer, about to turn the corner into the room.

He gulped, twirling his wand rather anxiously at his side. “I am,” he choked out. “Do come in.”

He could hear her delicate footsteps as she walked into the music room; first quickly, and then stopping in her tracks. It felt like eons before her feet picked up again, taking slow deliberate steps towards him in the corner, next to the piano.

“Sebastian sent me an owl, saying it was rather time-sensitive.” she said hesitantly. “That it was an emergency.”

“That twat,” Ominis grumbled. “It’s not an emergency, per say, but I did want you to meet me here.”

“So no one is dying, gravely wounded, or in need of protection?”

“Did he say that was the issue?” Ominis choked.

She snorted. “Rather implied it was a life or death matter.”

Ominis scolded Sebastian in his head, rolling his eyes. He’d have to set him straight later on.

“I wanted to ask you to come meet me here,” Ominis chewed on his lower lip. “Because I knew you were quite disappointed when the Clarence Warbeck show was canceled.”

“Oh, right.” she said quickly. “Yeah, Leonora was a bit upset over it, and I didn’t really have any other reason to be in London, so I caught the train home.”

“Well, with that being the case, I thought this was a good time to give you your Christmas present.” Ominis swallowed thickly.

“Omi, I thought we weren’t doing presents,” she said, her voice slightly panicked. “I haven’t gotten you anything–”

“This,” Ominis interjected, pointing his wand towards the piano. “This is the present.”

She paused, clearly confused. “The piano? The one that’s always here in the music room? I mean, thanks Ominis, but I doubt we can steal the school piano–”

“No,” Ominis groaned. He tugged her hand towards the bench, gesturing for her to sit next to him. “This is the present. Me–er, rather, a song for you.”

There was a pregnant pause as she slowly slid into the bench next to him. Her shoulder bumped into his, and he could feel the ends of her braid tickling his skin. They’d never sat so closely before–not under the pretense of anything other than a friendly afternoon nap in the corridor.

“You wrote a song for me?” she asked, her voice suddenly small and subdued. “Ominis, I didn’t even know that you could play the piano.”

Ominis set his wand down on the piano’s ledge with shaky hands. “I did–I do play the piano. I learned when I was younger,” he admitted, his fingers finding the ivory keys. “I’m actually quite good, if I do say so myself. Sebastian tells me I am too.”

“You’ve played for Sebastian, but not me?” she scoffed, a playful tone returning to her voice.

Ominis began playing the tune he’d written, the one he’d memorized in a matter of days just for her. “I only share this with people I love,” he said softly. Realizing what he’d just said, he coughed quickly to cover his blunder. “Like my friends. Anne, Sebastian, and now you.”

She rested her chin on Ominis’s shoulder. “Well, go on then. Let me hear it.”

“And you won’t make fun of me if I’m a lousy singer?” Ominis asked, feeling the back of his neck heating up.

“I would never,” she reassured him.

Ominis began singing; he could hear her breath catch as his voice echoed in the room. The words tumbled out of his mouth as his fingers danced across the keys. Despite not having his wand in hand, he started to feel more confident as his tune went on, his voice only cracking slightly when he felt her soft hand on his leg.

So just please fall in love with me, this Christmas

There’s nothing else that I would need, this Christmas

Won’t be wrapped under a tree, I wish that this would last forever,

So kiss me on this cold December night;

They call it the season of giving; I’m here, yours for the taking

I’m here, I’m yours

The notes trailed off, Ominis’s fingers lifting from the keys. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands; in his nervousness, he clenched his fists in his lap.

“I tried to copy Warbeck’s style,” he gulped. “Since you like him so much. I overheard you talking with the girls last week, that you thought a song was the sweetest gift a person could give.”

“You listened to me,” she murmured.

Ominis squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to articulate his feelings. “I…I’m always listening to you. I want to make you happy.” he wrung his hands together.

“Ominis, this is…the song…” she trailed off.

“Do you hate it?” he asked nervously.

She threw her arms around him; he yelped as she squeezed him tight.

“How could one hate a song so beautiful? This is my favorite Christmas gift I’ve ever received, the most perfect gift.” she gasped. “No one has ever written me a song before.”

Ominis sighed in relief, blushing as he found the courage to wrap his arms around her waist, hugging her in return. “I’m glad you liked it.” he murmured into her shoulder.

She pulled away, pressing her small, warm hands against his cheeks. “Liked it? Ominis, I loved it!” she exclaimed. “I never knew you had such talent. You need to play more often for me.”

Ominis smiled as he pressed her forehead against hers. “Well, now that you know, I’d be happy to play for you whenever you’d like.”

Her warm hands left his cheeks, falling to hold his hands. There was a brief pause; he could tell she was chewing on her lower lip.

“The lyrics,” she murmured. “You…you mean them, right? They’re not just lyrics?”

Ominis took in a sharp breath as her fingers entwined with his. “Well, Mr. Warbeck is quite forward with his feelings in all of his songs, so I thought I should do the same.” he whispered. “I wanted it to be romantic, and all I could think of wanting this Christmas was you.” he confessed.

“I thought so,” she mused. “So you would like me to kiss you?”

Ominis blinked rapidly, his cheeks burning hot. “Only if–” he started to say, quickly cut off by her lips pressing against his.

She smiled against his lips, and Ominis melted into her touch. His hands cradled her face while she held onto his forearms, keeping him close. He whined softly as she pulled away, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Only what?” she asked.

“If you mean it, truly.” Ominis fought the smile that tugged on the corner of his lips. “I hope you do. Or I guess in this case, did.”

She laughed; the melodic sound of her giggles rivaled even the sweetest of songs. Her chin dropped to his shoulder again, and she nuzzled closer.

“You didn’t need to write a song to capture my heart, Ominis.” she breathed. “It’s been yours for a while now.”

Ominis went slack jawed. “What?”

“Why do you think I caught the first train back to Hogwarts?” she nudged him with her nose. “I wanted to be back here, to spend Christmas with you, Ominis.”

“But the show–Clarence Warbeck–”

“He’s a good singer,” she laughed. “But he’s not you.”

Ominis surged forward, and she yelped when he pressed his lips against her face, slightly missing her lips. No matter; she chuckled again, angling her face to meet him perfectly. One of Ominis’s hands tugged her closer at the waist, the other trailing up to her soft, strawberry scented hair.

“I love you,” he admitted, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers.

Just as she was about to open her mouth in response, the two heard a cough from the rafters. They jolted apart, Ominis nearly falling off the bench to maintain a proper distance from her in case it was a professor.

It wasn’t–he could hear a familiar voice huffing at them.

“Can I come down now?”

Ominis furrowed his eyebrows. “Sebastian, what the bloody hell are you still doing here?” he gasped.

“Well you didn’t give me much time to get down from the rafters,” Sebastian complained. “I was trying to hang the mistletoe for you two.”

“Get out!” Ominis groaned, while she laughed next to him on the piano bench.

Ominis could hear Sebastian’s snickering, and the familiar beat of his steps as he ran out of the music room. He groaned, his head falling against her shoulder.

“So embarrassing.” he muttered into the fabric of her shirt. “I can’t believe he heard the song.”

“Not at all,” she cooed. “Wouldn’t quite be a moment between us without Sebastian interrupting, would it?” she pressed a soft kiss against his hair. “Play the song for me again?”

“Only if I get to kiss you more.” Ominis whispered.

“That can be arranged,” she said coyly, tilting his chin up towards her. She adoringly pressed kisses against his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and then finally his lips again. Pulling away, she leaned her head on his shoulder once more, sighing happily as his fingers started dancing across the keys again.

“Happy Christmas, Ominis. I love you too.”

Those four words were music to Ominis’s ears. He played the song for her over and over again, his voice more confident every time he repeated the lyrics. The fourth time he repeated, she stopped him, kissing him breathless.

“Saw the mistletoe,” she whispered against his lips, slithering her arms around his waist. “He managed to hang it after all.”

Grinning into her kiss once more, Ominis reminded himself to thank Sebastian.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt fan fiction #pianist ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x oc #had to do a happy ominis piece somehow

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elinoracia · 11 months

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⁑ You cut your hair short // Hogwarts legacy characters reactions x reader ⁑

~ Hogwarts Legacy headcanons ~

Warnings: comfort, fluff, swearing (censored), f!reader, use of "Y/N". Pairings: Sebastian x reader, Ominis x reader, Garreth x reader, Amit x reader, Poppy x reader, Natty x reader, Imelda x reader.

Feel free to request anything!

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Context: You wanted to have a little friendly duel against someone. You asked Lucan Brattleby to assign you someone challenging and...let's just say he did. After duelling for a few minutes against your opponent, he casted a spell that cut a good chunk of your long hair. Even if you won your duel, you had to do something about your hair now. Growing it out would take too much time, even with a potion. You decided you were ready for some change and you cut your hair short to even it out. (short bob or pixie cut) You decided to go to Madam Snelling's Tress Emporium, in Hogsmeade. And when you came back, you came across someone...

THEIR REACTION:

Sebastian:

He usually doesn't really notice when you change your hairstyle. But this time, you were hoping he would say something about your new haircut. It was a big change after all!

You see him down a hallway and you decide to call his name.

When he turns around, his jaw drops. He takes a moment to formulate his words.

"Oh wow Y/N! Your hair is so short!" He seems shocked at first which makes you a bit insecure... maybe he doesn't like it?

"Sorry I just...oh wow you're stunning. You're radiant even! I like that I can see your face more clearly now! No hair in the way!"

He keeps looking at you for the rest of the day. You catch him glancing at you during class.

He will explain to Ominis how gorgeous you look with your new haircut and Ominis will be so done with him at the end of the day: "Oh Merlin! We get it Sebastian! She cut her hair! Please stop talking about it!"

When you explain to him why you cut your hair that short, he wants to punch the guy who cut a bunch of your hair accidentally during your duel but at the same time he also wants thank him personally for his service.

Ominis:

You knew he wouldn't be able to see your hair so you just decided to explain to him your friendly duel that happened earlier that day.

"That is indeed unfortunate. Do you want me to get him expelled?"

You explained that it was an accident and it made you at least change your haircut.

He pauses for a moment before talking again: "You sound more confident. I can hear you seem very pleased with this new look of yours. You're glowing."

You take his hand to make him feel how short your hair was. If he couldn't see it, he could at least feel it!

"It's really short. It will be more practical for your future duels and fights." He is blushing as he caresses your hair. "It's even softer than before. I really like it."

He will probably ask Sebastian to describe your new haircut in DETAILS to him. He needs to know.

He likes how spontaneous this decision was from you and he doesn't usually like surprises, but this one was a delightful one!

He wants to feel your hair again. He really likes how soft and delicate your hair is now.

Garreth:

He is the first to see you from afar and almost runs to you.

"Y/N, what happened to your hair? Was it a potion accident or something?" He stumbles over his words, almost stuttering.

You explain to him your duel and the little accident. You see him smile proudly.

"Well it's a good thing you came to me, I know just the right potion to make your hair grow back! Or maybe you just want me to burn his hair off? I also know the right potion for that!"

You ask him if he likes it short because you really wanted to keep your hair that way.

"If I like it? Of course I do! You always look beautiful Y/N. You have an angelic face that could pull off any hairstyle! And I asked about the potion to make you hair grow back because most girls would be very sad at the idea the have all of their hair cut off. I think it's a remarkable decision!"

Now he's the one making you blush with those compliments. He sounds genuine and you're thinking that maybe he doesn't really realize how sweet he sounded.

He WILL show you off to his friends: "Guys look! Y/N has a new haircut! It looks cool right?"

Amit:

You come up to him in the Great Hall and you see his eyes widden when he spots you.

Now this boy is a blushing mess. He can't seem to think about anything but how pretty you look.

"Y/N...I-I... I hope you know that you always look stunning no matter what but...you look especially pretty with this new haircut. Is there a reason why you decided to cut it?" You make him stuggle to speak.

You explain the friendly duel you had and how your opponent accidentally cut a chunck of your hair.

"You always manage to get something positive out of every situation. It's really admirable."

He can't keep his eyes away from you. He likes that he can now see the outline of your face, your cheeks, your neck... Whoops! He's blushing again!

He is the litteral definition of heart-eyes.

He can't seem to get a proper sentence out when you're near him now. He also can't focus during his next classes, even if it's Astronomy class. You'll be the only thing in his mind for the rest of the day...or maybe the rest of the week.

Poppy:

When she spots you coming back from Hogsmeade, you hear her gasp.

"Y/N WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOUR BEAUTIFUL LONG HAIR?"

She has to mourn your long hair for a moment. During this moment, you explain to her what happened during your duel and why you decided to cut it.

"It's not that I don't like it...quite the opposite. You always look really pretty. But I won't be able to braid or brush your hair anymore! You know I loved doing that!"

She pouts as you try to reassure her that it will soon grow back long enough for her to braid your hair again. You offer to braid her hair instead while you wait for yours to grow back a little.

"I guess I could allow it..." She touches your hair to feel how short it became. "It's still as soft as it was before."

She will still try to style your short hair by putting hair clips or hairbands. She has to show off your new haircut in the best way.

She quickly forgets about the loss of your long hair when she realizes how good you look with short hair when she styles it.

Natty:

You come up to her and she is in total awe.

"Y/N! I love your new hair! You look very elegant."

She asks what made you cut your hair that much and as you're explaining the duel and the little accident that happened, she frowns.

"I hope he didn't do it on purpose. But what really matters is how beautiful you look! You're stunning, really. I feel like everybody has their eyes on you now."

She really tries to make you feel confident with you new haircut.

She will happily give you tips on how to style your short hair.

She will find excuses to talk to you again during the day. She will definitely compliment you again about your new hair.

"Hi Y/N! About our Herbology assignment we have to do, I was wondering if we could do it together? Also, you look really pretty. Oh? I already told you that? Then I think you are magnificent. I'm sure I didn't tell you that yet!"

Her whole friend circle will know about your haircut. She will tell them how wonderful you look! No one can escape it!

Imelda:

You come to see her at her Quidditch practice. She rushes towards you on her broom when she sees you.

"Y/N?! What the f*ck have you done? I really can't leave you alone for a few hours on your own, uh?"

You explained to her the accident that happened during your duel earlier that day.

"What is this guy's name? I'll punch him in the face."

You reassure her by saying it was for the best and that you love your new haircut!

"You...like your new hair? I guess it can feel more aerodynamic when you fly on your broom. You could have asked me first still!"

You asked her if she likes your new look. She struggles to give you an answer.

"Do I like it? Well...you don't look horrible. You rarely look horrible..."

She looks away. You might have made her blush a bit.

"If someone tells you they don't like it, I'll strangle them."

She can't seem to focus for the rest of her practice.

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cuffmeinblack · 8 months

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Career Perks

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader (Ominis pov with she/her)

3k words. Accompanying audio.

Summary: Ominis' career leaves little room for excitement or challenge, but his unique brand of legilimency makes for a more interesting job when he finds himself in the company of a lonely witch.

A/n: This is a sort-of sequel to Legilimens where his skill has made him bitter and jaded. Also just random stalking and hunting for shits and giggles I guess.

Ominis enjoyed his job as much as the next wizard, but lately he felt…unchallenged. Most of his clients were small businesses and affluent households who required some extra security on their properties, meaning Ominis would throw up the same wards and shields he did day in, day out, every day. Rarely did he sink his teeth into anything different, a large event or complex case. Whilst the staleness of his chosen career could be somewhat disappointing at times, his job did have certain perks. He'd made his own entertainment over the years, honing other skills amongst the drudgery.

His unique brand of legilimency came in useful, though years of hearing others' thoughts, whether intentionally or not, had made him somewhat jaded. He'd learned early on that most people were liars, the words they uttered in direct contrast to their judgemental thoughts. To his shock, he'd also found that the most common thoughts that seeped into his were of the more amorous kind. With years of practice, he found himself less likely to accidentally probe someone else's mind when concentrating on their voice, but sometimes the lure was too strong to resist dipping his toe into the murky waters of their consciousness.

Ominis had arrived at his most recent client's manor with the intention of keeping his curiosity behind lock and key—it had been causing too much trouble of late. The wizard who had hired him was influential; a politician with a good family name and heaps of ill-gotten gold lining his pockets. He'd paid upfront, requesting the very best magical protection and citing a need to protect his family; from what, he didn't venture, but Ominis had been in this game long enough to make an educated guess that he'd gotten mixed up with the wrong sort. He even wondered whether his dear brother was somehow involved.

The manor was an impressive building with gardens and woodland surrounding it, and very isolated. His smart shoes crunched along the gravel path as he approached, his wand making him aware of the vastness of his surroundings. He'd expected a servant, perhaps a house elf to answer the door when he rang the bell, but instead he was greeted warmly by a woman who's tone and well-spoken manner indicated her status as lady of the household.

"Mr Gaunt, hello. Please come in."

Ominis gave his best smile, the one he knew would charm her and put her at ease. Walking into the hallway, the echo of the hard floor underneath his heels pointed to the grandiosity of the estate. No doubt it was lavishly decorated by the woman standing next to him.

"Thank you," Ominis replied with a dip of his head.

"My husband is away on business but I can direct you to anywhere you need to go," she said sweetly. "Would you like a cup of tea whilst you work?"

Well, he was never one to turn down tea.

"Yes, please. I'll start on the external wards."

She departed, heels clicking and dress swishing, leaving Ominis alone with his thoughts. His wand was already out, so he started the basic defensive spells…Muggle repelling charm…intruder charm… The mundanity was interrupted by the return of his host. The waft of tea hit his nose and he perked up as he noticed the Darjeeling blend amongst the clattering of china.

"Do you not have a house elf?"

"No, I don't agree with keeping a…slave," she replied, somewhat bitterly.

Curious.

"So you take on all of the domestic tasks by yourself? It can't be an easy feat," he replied, gesturing to the house.

"Unfortunately, yes. I never intended for this to be my life."

Ominis suppressed a smirk; that would have been inappropriate, of course. These trapped housewitches were often the product of bad decisions and unhappy marriages. He sipped his tea as he heard her do the same, using the distraction to concentrate on the sound of her gentle slurping. There she was. She had a powerful magical aura, wasted in a place like this. Ominis reached out, finding her thoughts laid bare, ripe for perusing—she clearly hadn't expected his invasion, her guard was down, as they always were.

"Lovely tea," he commented.

"Thank you, I make my own blend."

Of course you do. The thoughts at the forefront of her mind were nothing to do with the beverage, in fact they were nothing short of scandalous. Oh, these housewitches had such lewd fantasies. She knew exactly who he was, and her daydreams reflected her particular wants. The wet slaps that filled his mind and her salacious moans were rather distracting, but Ominis continued to sip his tea and nod along to her occasional commentary. Every whispered command that he uttered in her mind had her keening, and the twitch in his trousers was a very real consequence.

"The wards are done," he said, draining the last of his drink and placing it on the table beside him. "Nobody can get in or out until I lift them. Not you, nor your husband."

The last few words were laced with insinuation, and her fantasy ended abruptly, her thoughts scrambling and fearful.

"Wha-?"

Ominis moved quickly, his body pressing her into the table behind her, hand around her neck as her teacup fell to the floor with a crash of breaking china. Her hand went to her wand, but Ominis had already thrown it to the floor.

"This is what you wanted, wasn't it?" he asked.

"He's going to kill me," her first thought.

"I won't hurt you, not if you do as I say. If you obey me, I'll give you exactly what you want."

"Why…?" she whispered weakly, and Ominis loosened the grip on her throat.

"Because I've heard your thoughts, and I'm most curious…," he whispered into her ear.

She could have used his slackened grip to attempt to break free, but she didn't, only writhed between his body and the furniture behind her. Her pulse pounded against his fingers and warm, hastened breath brushed his cheek, prompting a dark surge of hunger and a throbbing swell of his cock.

"Take me," her second thought.

Ominis cast a silent summoning charm on her wand, tucking it into his unused holster.

"Run."

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me."

The second teacup crashed to the floor as Ominis relented his grasp around her neck and she fell back against the table. She scrambled, and he listened to her frantic footfalls as she ran, her terrified thoughts fading as the connection to her mind broke. She seemed to be unsure just what his intentions were, but the faint flicker of excitement told him all he needed to know about this particular witch.

"Homenum Revelio."

Ominis muttered the incantation, his wand guiding him in her vague direction. He walked quickly, but she really had nowhere to go as long as his charms held. She was fast, always moving along the winding corridors that made up the large manor house. So many bedrooms and drawing rooms, and nowhere to hide.

Ominis concentrated once again on the creak of the floorboards and receding footsteps in front of him until he found her. She was too far away to be able to use his legilimency, but now he'd probed her mind once before, her presence stuck out like a sore thumb—it was almost another sense, like a familiar scent that he could follow. His heart raced as he stalked through the house, adrenaline pumping, providing the excitement that his job couldn't.

"I've heard what you want me to do to you," Ominis called.

No reply.

"Tell me—do you kiss your husband with that mouth? The obscenities that spilled from it shocked even me, and I'm far from chaste."

Ominis threw up more detection charms, getting closer as she slowed—intentionally, he was sure. His ears remained pricked for any movement, when he heard her inhale before shouting an incantation.

"Expelliarmus!"

Ominis shielded himself just in time, her wandless but nevertheless powerful spell glancing off the protective sphere. There was the feisty witch he'd sensed below the delicate façade. A devilish grin crossed his face as she broke into a run again and he followed. The slam and click of a door up ahead echoed through the hallway, and Ominis smirked through heavy breaths. He knocked on the door, the gesture absurd, but it got her attention.

"Leave, and I'll not tell anyone about this."

Ominis pressed his ear against the wood, his fingers sliding around the door knob as he held his wand steady.

"I don't think you want me to leave," he replied, unlocking the door with but a simple unlocking charm.

He'd half expected a barrage of wandless magic aimed at him, but then again he'd half expected not. She was waiting, silently, except the ragged breaths that filled the large room. Ominis kept a shield up, but his wand sensed no danger from the situation.

"Is this your bedroom?" he asked.

"Yes," came her breathy voice.

He dropped his shield and walked towards her, following the sound and reaching out with his mind once again.

"You led me here."

She remained quiet, but she confirmed it for him anyway. Into her mind he delved again, not bothering to be careful or inconspicuous as he waded through her present jumbled thoughts and tore into her memories. He saw every bad decision ever made, the regret and longing of a woman trapped, walking in the shadow of a man utterly undeserving of her.

"You want me to take you here, where your husband sleeps? Of all the rooms in this vast house?" he asked, his fingers finally making contact with her.

She hadn't attempted to conceal the reason she'd stopped running. Knelt at the foot of the bed, she let his hands roam over her lightly-clothed shoulder, the delicate silk blouse leaving every curve free to caress. She gasped as he once again skimmed her neck, his hand continuing its journey to her face. Her lips were plump, and as his thumb brushed against them he felt her warm breath that stuttered as he started to unbuckle his belt.

His digit parted her lips, slipping inside her warm and inviting mouth as she sighed and allowed the invasion. His cock twitched again in anticipation of filling her mouth, his barely disguised arousal springing free from his trousers as the last of the fastenings fell away.

"Open your mouth for me, darling," Ominis whispered.

She did as she was told, her hands tentatively gripping his thighs as Ominis felt her jaw slacken against his fingers. He muttered a praise as he lined himself up with her inviting lips, pushing the tip of his cock inside her waiting mouth. Perfect. Her tongue eagerly met him with a swirl around his head and he groaned, lacing his fingers through her soft hair that he just now realised hung loose and smelled pleasantly of vanilla.

He tightened his grip as she took more of him, guiding her head with a rhythm that sent his head spinning. Though muffled, her moans filled his ears amongst the sounds of her exuberant sucking. She felt fantastic, a little sloppy perhaps, but she more than made up for it with her enthusiasm. Whether or not the enthusiasm was genuine or a product of his threat, he didn't much care.

Ominis sighed softly as her head bobbed back and forth, deciding to move along to what she'd really wanted from him. He pulled her hair back a little harder than was necessary, her mouth popping off his length and causing a yelp of pain. A rush of affirmation flooded her thoughts, spilling into Ominis' as his control over his legilimency weakened, and he smirked down at her before lowering his head to meet her in a greedy kiss. Her tongue met his, firm and demanding, the taste of tea still lingering.

"Such a lovely mouth," Ominis praised as they parted, relinquishing the hold on her hair. "Now, strip."

"What are you going to do?" she asked shakily over the rustle of fabric.

"Exactly what you wanted of me the moment I stepped through that door."

Ominis stroked her face gently as she undressed, and when she wriggled out of her underwear he got to work on ridding himself of his own bottoms. His pulse raced and cock throbbed with need, desperately wanting to hear her keening again, flooding his ears and not just his mind.

"How do I compare to your filthy thoughts?" he asked, pushing her back onto the bed.

"You're…better. Much better," she sighed.

He positioned himself between her legs, running his hands over her soft skin pricked with goosebumps and towards his prize. She was already squirming by the time he pressed his fingers to her entrance, dipping a digit inside the well of slick arousal.

"Such a naughty witch."

She whimpered, her walls fluttering around his finger, pulling an amused chuckle from his throat. Retreating slightly, he dragged his finger between her folds and found her swollen clit, eliciting another pathetic whine as he began rubbing circles around the nub.

"You really are so needy," Ominis chided. "How long since you've been touched?"

"A while," she replied meekly. "Fuck…"

"There's that filthy mouth I've heard."

Ominis moved his hand faster, listening to her sweet moans as his hips instinctively rocked, his erection rubbing on the bed sheet and providing barely enough relief. He couldn't control his urges forever, and his patience was wearing thinner by the second, no matter how lovely the noises she made. His fingers left her clit to a protesting whine, delving back into her soaking wet entrance.

"P-please don't stop."

"Ah, no, I'm afraid your fantasies were quite specific about how you wanted to come undone."

Ominis pumped his hand, rougher than was needed as his lust threatened to overcome his waning self restraint. Once he slipped a third finger inside her, he knelt up on the mattress before withdrawing his hand and dragging her along the sheets by her thighs towards him.

"Shit!"

He was frenzied, rock hard and aching for her cunt. With no more than a flick over her clit with the tip of his cock as warning, he pushed inside her to the sound of her wails and the sting of nails scraping down his back. Ominis growled his feigned disapproval, seating himself deep inside her as his head dipped to the crook of her neck and kissed up towards her ear. He started thrusting, and his breath almost deserted him.

She felt incredible, as if she were made for him, and the way she gripped him felt as if she were clinging onto him with the intention of never letting go. Ominis moaned and muttered praises in her ear as a string of expletives dripped from her lips with every roll of his hips.

"Harder, fuck!"

"So needy," Ominis said, though what left his mouth was a high pitched hiss that made her wail and scream his name.

That's what she'd wanted, in her sick little fantasy of being ruined by the heir of Slytherin. Not a particularly inventive one, but he was happy to indulge when the product was such a beautiful cacophony of moans. He continued whispering parseltongue against her neck as he attacked her skin with his teeth and hands groped greedily at every soft handful of flesh he could reach. Her curves were truly delicious, and the smack he delivered to her backside as she drew her legs up reverberated around the huge room and only spurred him on. Faster and harder he fucked her, until she was practically hysterical.

The way she gripped his cock, he knew she was close and his own release was imminent. His arms shook as he lifted himself, kneeling above her and gripping her waist to pull her down deeper onto his cock. Ominis moaned as the tension built to unbearable levels, still continuing to pound into her relentlessly in the new position.

"Oh shit…oh fuck…"

She could only manage garbled words and to dig her fingers painfully into his thighs as her body turned limp. Ominis placed a hand on her abdomen, groaning as he felt his cock hitting her deep under his palm.

"Come for me," Ominis hissed, unable to hold back his own release any longer.

He wasn't sure who succumbed first, but as Ominis let his load spill inside her, he felt her contract around his length, teasing out ropes of cum with every pulse of her orgasm. They sighed and moaned together, his thrusts slowing and eventually dying as they came off their highs and the pleasure made way for the realisation of what had occurred.

Ominis' face fell back into neutrality, pulling his flaccid cock from her with a squelch. He worked quickly, scooping up his wand and cleaning the mess before redressing and throwing her wand from his holster into the bed.

"Was that okay?" she spluttered.

He almost laughed, that she were so eager to secure his approval after what he'd put her through.

"Get showered and dressed. I'll wait."

She mumbled something incoherent but slid off the bed and padded to the ensuite bathroom. Ominis heard the lock of the door and running water, only just disguising the soft sobs emanating from the room. He had no time to fuss over her emotional wellbeing, he had work to do—with careful and deliberate flicks of his wand, he removed the wards that trapped her in the house, recasting the protective enchantments just as he'd been requested to do. He even made the bed.

By the time she'd returned to the bedroom, he told her to dry her hair and make sure she was properly presented, not using the exact words to ask her to stop crying. In silence he led her back to the hallway where the shattered teacups lay, fixed with a simple Reparo. There could be nothing left out of the ordinary.

"What should we do now…," she directed towards him, unease in her voice.

She was panicking. Ominis didn't give her time to finish her sentence, pointing his wand at her and twisting his wrist slowly in the air.

"Obliviate."

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Like an Unquenchable Flame, I See You - Ominis x FemReader

It's happening.

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Summary: A letter comes for the Fifth year, bearing a long awaited first date.

Word Count: ~5,200 words of pure fluff and romance

Warnings: kissing ;)

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The winter’s pale afternoon light filters into the Astronomy Wing’s lounge through the half-mooned window and warms the chilled air. Other students chat around her as they use their free day to catch up on classwork. Her studies are strewn about on the table in front of her, but it’s a letter which captivates her attention. She holds the fine parchment in her hands, her smile failing to stay concealed as it spreads across her face. She’s read the letter several times since it first arrived this morning. Her name is written in beautiful penmanship at the top, followed by very direct instructions:

Meet me by the North Lawn near the fountain.

6 o'clock. Don’t be late.

The most intriguing part of the note is the signature. A simple ‘O’. She traces over the singular letter with a warm smile. His request has done nothing but occupy her mind. And she still has a few more hours to wait. She curses him, knowing he did this on purpose to keep her in such dire suspense. And doing it on a day with no classes, so she can’t even corner him is beyond clever if not a bit cruel.

“Studying?” Natty’s voice pierces her lamenting and she doesn’t have time to hide the letter from Natty’s sharp eyes. “Ah, is it a note from Professor Fig? What does it say?”

She’s tempted to lie, just for a moment, but Natty would see right through whatever excuse she comes up with. She closes her eyes with a sigh and hands the note over to Natty.

“Not from Professor Fig.”

Natty raises a brow as she reads the letter. A wide smile comes over Natty as she takes a seat on the couch next to her blushing friend.

“Not from Professor Fig indeed. And I can assume the ‘O’ is for-,”

“Ominis. Yes.” Her eyes are trained above at the swirling mass of clouds and constellations.

Natty’s smile grows bigger despite biting her bottom lip to keep it contained, “I am surprised.”

“You are?” She turns her attention back on Natty.

“Yes. Surprised it has taken him so long to ask you on a date.” Natty giggles.

She rolls her eyes with an amused grin, “It might not be a date. It could be that he just needs help with something.”

Natty narrows her eyes with a shake of her head, “‘Help with something’? Not even you believe that. This is most definitely a date.”

She takes the letter back from Natty, rereading it once more with a smile.

“It certainly sounds like a date, doesn’t it?” She murmurs.

“Well, what are you going to be wearing for this possible date? Surely not your school robes.”

She frowns, “I-I haven’t thought about that. I mean, does it even matter?”

Natty huffs, “Of course it matters! He may not see the difference, but he will know.”

She hums in thought, her head nodding, “You’re right. I may have an idea then.”

“Good! Now, for your hair…”

Natty is quick to press her assistance in helping the Fifth year get ready for her rendezvous with Ominis. By the time six o’clock is near, Natty is giving her final inspection, her eyes bright with joy.

“You look beautiful, my friend.” Natty squeezes her forearms with a giggle.

“Thank you, Natty. You’ve been invaluable to me.” She slips on her coat and she starts to head out.

“You can repay me by telling me everything tomorrow at breakfast.” Natty grins, waving to her as she leaves.

“I promise.”

She’s practically skipping on her way to the North Lawn, her mind whirling with what Ominis could have in store for them.

“Well, well. Someone looks nice.” Sebastian calls out as she’s crossing Central Hall. He’s angled like he’s heading to the library, not to her surprise.

“Why, thank you, Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrow and he stalks closer to her, “You know, Ominis was also getting all fancy, too.”

“Oh? Was he?” She feigns confusion, but her gleeful face gets the better of her.

He crosses his arms, “Yeah. He seemed pretty excited. If not nervous. Guess that means you two are going out, eh?”

She meets his eyes despite wanting to look away from his accusatory stare, “Perhaps. Is that a problem?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.” His brows furrow and he shifts more towards her to say in a low voice, “But, it will be if you break his heart. I mean it. I’ve never seen him act like this before. So it must mean he cares about you. A lot. So, you better not hurt him.”

She’s taken aback by Sebastian’s hostility. She’s quick to place her hand on his forearm with a nod, “I won’t, Sebastian. I care for Ominis, too. And the last thing I would ever want to do; is hurt him. I hope you trust me enough to believe that.”

Sebastian’s harsh features melt away and he gives her a warm smile, “I know. And I do. Trust you, that is.” He sighs, like a weight has been taken off of him, and he pats her hand, “Well, you better go meet him. He doesn’t like waiting, ya know.”

She steps away, giving a final wave, as she rushes towards the North Exit.

The cold air greets her as she steps outside. She finds Ominis pacing by the fountain. He’s wearing a nice suit, but nothing overly formal. He’s put effort into himself and the thought makes her blush. He has something behind his back and as she nears, he’s quick to face her with his arms staying behind him.

“Good evening.” He greets her with a smile.

“Good evening to you as well.”

He approaches her and reveals what he’s hiding, “These are for you.”

It’s a bouquet of white flowers wrapped with a piece of twine at their stem. She takes them, already smelling their sweet fragrance before she brings them to her nose.

“Oh, Ominis. These are beautiful.” She whispers. “I feel terrible. I didn’t get you anything.”

He smiles, “Unnecessary. You being here is more than enough.”

He shifts between his feet then takes a sharp breath, “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

He nods, “Yes. You never cease to surprise me. ‘Tis only fair I attempt to do the same.”

“May I ask what sort of surprise?”

He smirks, “You’ll just have to be patient.” He reaches into his pocket and reveals a long piece of thick cloth. “If you wouldn’t mind turning around.”

She raises a brow with a wide smile, “Oh?” She turns around, closing her eyes as she hears him walk closer to her. He places the cloth over her eyes and ties it into place. His fingers glide along her left arm until he’s able to slip his hand into hers.

“No peeking. I’ll know if you do.” He then adds, “And before you make any smart comment, I’m well aware of the irony of our situation.”

She giggles, “You must admit, it is humorous to think about.”

He tugs her and she’s quick to follow. He walks with an easy pace and his grip on her is strong and secure.

“And how do I know you aren’t leading me to the Black Lake to leave me for the squid?”

His features soften as he grins at the reminder, “You’ll just have to trust me.”

Her heart flutters at not seeing his smile, but only hearing it.

“I suppose I will then.” She whispers.

She’s sure they’re heading towards the castle until he guides them to the left, following the path. She hears the pebbles scrap against stone as they stroll across the lawn.

“Careful. Stairs.” He warns as he moves closer to guide her. She gasps at the first step being a more intense drop than she was anticipating. She tucks in at his side and wraps her other hand around his arm. They take each step together with him keeping her steady.

“Last step.” He says.

Her foot lands on something softer than stone. Dirt, perhaps. With the crunch of snow underfoot, it’s hard to tell. He keeps walking them forward and she hears the rustle of leaves before she feels them fall on her shoulder. A fire crackles next to her then hinges whine as he opens a door.

“More stairs. Don’t worry. I got you.”

It’s strange being so dependent on someone for something as simple as stairs. An activity she’s done a hundred times now seems scary and unknown. Each step she takes down is akin to stepping off a cliff. Without Ominis holding her so firmly, she’s sure she would’ve fallen several times by now. She does rather enjoy leaning on him though. An excellent excuse to be close to him. To feel his strong grip around her hand which gives her encouraging squeezes after every few steps.

She’s aware they’re inside somewhere dank and wet, but it’s short lived. They’re back outside and he takes her down several flights of stairs on a broken, dirt and snow-covered path. She hears rushing water ahead. The birds sing their last song for the day and the bugs chitter as they welcome the frigid night. She catches hints of the flowers he gave her and his arboreous cologne as well as the cool damp air from the river.

Her heart flutters not only from him but from her lack of sight. The world feels vastly different like this. While she’s somewhat aware of where they’re going, it’s the mystery which sets her blood ablaze.

“You’re nervous.” He states more so than asks.

“A bit. It’s strange. I don’t think I’ve been here before. Even if I have, it’s all so foreign. But exciting as well.”

“Good. It’s not much further.” He squeezes her hand as he leads her across a bridge.

“May I get a hint on where you’re taking me?” She asks after they cross a second bridge. Brush and grass rub her legs and catch her clothes as they pass and the snow is more predominant here.

“Patience. We’re nearly there.” He teases.

She hears hints of water lapping to shore and she wonders if her earlier remark about the Black Lake may be true. He leads them off the path and they traverse through overgrown foliage until the ground softens beneath her boots.

They’re most certainly by the lake.

He chuckles at her stiff posture, “I promise, I’m not letting that giant squid have you for dinner.”

She giggles, “So we are by the lake then. How interesting.”

He continues to lead her along the beach, curving away from it until he stops.

“We have to step up here.” He says while taking the step himself. He helps her up and takes her a few steps forward. He leans closer to her to whisper, “We’re here.”

His hand leaves hers and she longs for his warmth as soon as he departs. He unties the blindfold and she slowly opens her eyes. She gasps at the sight before her.

Under a tree with red leaves, is an old, teal rug with a gray blanket on top. The rug has seen several seasons by how worn it looks. Surrounding the whole nook, are stacks of rocks of varying heights. There’s some sort of charm in place as the area is noticeably warmer and the snow halts at the stacks of rocks.

She looks around and the castle is in front of them, its windows starting to glow with golden light. The lake is tranquil with waves stretching along the lonely beach. A rolling fog settles over the water, and if she were here alone, she’d find the atmosphere eerie instead of so inviting. The half-moon casts its incandescent light upon them between the gaps of dark clouds looming in the sky.

“What is this place?” She wonders.

Ominis smiles, “Somewhere private. For the most part.”

He pulls out a wrapped bundle from his pocket then gestures towards the rug, “I hope you’re hungry.”

He throws the bundle and in the blink of an eye, a whole picnic spreads out on the rug; candles and all. She stares at Ominis in a bit of disbelief. His hand takes hers, as if knowing she’s in shock, and he leads her towards the picnic. They sit down next to one another. The warm glow of the candles makes the whole nook feel even more secluded as it shields them from the dark night surrounding them.

“I must say, I am certainly surprised.” She whispers.

His cheeks grow red while he passes her a plate, “I’m glad to hear it.”

She grabs one of the pieces of food and pops it in her mouth with a satisfied hum. She’s not sure how he was able to have an entire meal enchanted to be just as warm and fresh as when it was first prepared, but she’s not about to complain. They chat about whatever comes to mind. Their conversation flows all the way to dessert. She spins her spoon around her empty bowl before she shifts her gaze over to Ominis.

“So, Gaunt, do you take all the girls here?” She smirks while she places her bowl away.

“No.” He says rather sternly. “I mean, no, I haven’t taken anyone here before. Not to say that I’ve done this before. I-I haven’t done-, I haven’t been with-,” His brows furrow as he rambles.

She places her hand on his arm, “I’m sorry. I was being facetious. This is all so lovely, Ominis.”

He eases and spares her a smile, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I was told this was a nice place to…,”

She cranes her head, “To what?”

He shifts in place, his brows pinching together and his lips pursing as he sorts his thoughts.

“May I ask something of you? It’s alright if you refuse.”

“Of course. Anything.”

He angles himself to face her, “Would you allow me to touch your face? I’m aware of the oddity in the request. And you won’t upset me if you refuse. I know we’ve spent a great deal of time together, but I’m afraid I’m missing a very vital piece of you. And, I only wish to know you better. ”

She smiles at how nervous he is and how much he’s trying to hide it. She moves herself closer and grabs both of his hands. She guides his hands up then leaves them hovering just over her cheeks.

“You may.”

He takes a deep breath then presses his fingertips to her face. She closes her eyes as his cold fingers trace over her features in near reverence. He starts from her forehead and trickles down until he reaches her chin. He traces back up, spreading his fingers out to cover nearly all of her face.

Ominis chuckles to himself, “I used to do this with Sebastian and Anne during our first year.” He smiles as the memory plays out in his mind, “They made it into a game. Would make me guess who was who just by touch. Going so far as to spin me around several times to ensure I couldn’t figure it out. But, I always did.”

“How could you tell who was who?” She wonders with a smile.

Ominis goes over the bridge of her nose, “Sebastian would scrunch his nose every time. While Anne,” he moves his hands down to her lips, “she would be grinning like a mad-woman.”

“Very clever.” She smiles, making him do the same.

He travels over the contours of her face. His lips parting every so often as he memorizes every detail. His fingers brush along her hairline and tucks away any stray hairs in his path. He feels every minute detail of her. The pinch of her brows. The subtle creases around her eyes as she smiles. The raised skin of a scar from a victorious battle. All important for him to memorize. For this is who she is.

He forces himself to lower his hands away from her, lest he keep her the whole night with his probing.

“Well? Did I pass your inspection?” She smirks with an amused lift in her voice.

“With flying colors. You’re beautiful.” He admits, making her let out a soft gasp. “But, I knew that already.”

Her heart jumps into her throat at how peaceful he seems.

He turns his head back towards her, a question just on the tip of his tongue. His easy smile shifts into a frown.

“What is it?” She wonders.

“I have something else to ask you.” He whispers.

“Anything.” She says just as quietly back.

His eyes are ahead with a coldness which rivals the winter’s breeze. The candles’ light extinguish while he gathers himself and she’s left with only the occasional light from the moon.

“What do you see when you look at me?”

She opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. What words could she possibly use to describe him? None of them seem enough to explain how utterly celestial he is. And she doubts he wants to hear platitudes about his beauty. With how his body has grown rigid, she suspects there’s more to this question than meets the eye.

“What do you mean?” She wonders.

His lips purse, “I mean exactly that. What do you see when you look at me? Do you see a helpless, blind boy? A friend? A fellow student? Or someone of status? Someone from the proud Salazar Slytherin bloodline. Tell me. What do you see? I wish to know.”

She stares at him and he can feel her eyes roaming over him. He’s silent as she moves towards him. He suppresses a jolt when her fingers brush against his shoulder.

“The first thing I noticed was how you carried yourself. Proud. But, not in an arrogant way. You’re confident. Sure of yourself. I admire that about you.” She moves up his shoulder, skirting around his jaw and ear to get to his hairline.

“I noticed your hair next. Neatly done. Not quite brown, but not blonde either.” She brushes through his hair and he shivers.

She smiles as she continues, “I saw right away how brilliant you are. Your tongue, sharp and deadly. But, you also listen. Truly, listen.” She moves to cup his cheek, her other hand joining in. Her thumbs brush over where the corner of his lips are. “Your smile. While you rarely show it, I love your smile. All forms of it. The mischievous one after you say something witty. The triumphant one when you’ve discovered something, or figured a problem out. This one.” She comments in a quiet voice, making him blush further. “It’s soft. And it makes me happy when I see it.”

“I most like these dotting your face.” She touches the dark beauty marks on his pale skin. “They remind me of stars. A constellation upon your face. It’s beautiful.”

“Then I saw your eyes.” She brushes underneath his eyes. He shuts them and she grazes over his eyelids. “You may think it silly, but I find your eyes to be my favorite part about you. They’re beautiful. Like the moon hidden behind an overcast sky, they hold so much. When you smile, it makes them shine. When you’re troubled, it’s like there’s a storm. And you make me feel like you see me. You see my true self when no one else seems to.”

His eyes open and his lips part, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as her hands cup his face. He holds her wrists, letting the rawness of her emotions wash over him.

“I see you, Ominis.” She whispers. “You’re all I see.”

His breath hitches and he shuts his eyes once more to contain himself.

“That was… not the answer I was expecting.” He murmurs, his eyes slowly opening. He lowers her hands from his face and holds her hands between them.

“I asked what you see, not as a means to hear your flattery, but because I’m not… I come from a family line obsessed with Pure-blood status. For me to be interested in you, goes against everything they stand for. You would be deemed a passing infatuation in their eyes.”

“And is that what I am? A passing infatuation?”

He shakes his head and his face contorts into near pain, “No. You are many things, but not that. Never that. Not to me.” He sighs, his hands squeezing hers, “It is because I don’t want this to be just some impermanent moment between us that I’m telling you any of this. I want to be more. I want to be so much more with you, but I can’t, with good conscience, allow such a thing to happen unless you know the truth.”

“The truth?” She shifts in place at the growing distress radiating from him. She can only hold his hands tighter while he continues.

“My family values status. Above all else. They would never approve of you, nor my relationship with you. Not to mention my cecity. You may not comment on it, but it is an incumbrance. I will never be able to do the things others are able to. There are numerous caveats and drawbacks associated with me. And I’m no fool. I know you would have a much more pleasant experience with any of the other boys in our class. And I could never promise you that things would get easier, or if you would ever be truly happy with me.”

He fully faces her, his jaw set and his shoulders back, “But, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. I would spend all of my days to ensure your happiness. To give you everything I am, and ever will be. That is the only promise I can make to you. Even though you deserve more. You deserve so much more.”

His hands are tight around hers. His whole body is rigid and the slightest breeze is sure to shatter him.

She mulls over his words and how serious he is.

“Do you care about me?” She finally asks.

He’s taken aback, but he nods, “Yes. Of course. I care deeply for you.”

She smiles, “Then, that’s all I need. I don’t need anything more than just you, Ominis. You’re all I want. And I would gladly give you everything I am, as you would for me.”

His lips part and his face falls, “No. You don’t understand the gravity of the situation.”

“I understand perfectly. Just because you believe I would have an easier time of it with some of other boy, doesn’t mean that’s what I want. I want you, Ominis.” She insists.

He shakes his head, his features stern, “You cannot fathom what my family is capable of.”

“Ominis-,”

“They were willing to cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, their own son! Imagine what they would be willing to do to you, given the chance. I would never forgive myself if they hurt you because of me.” He cries, his voice breaking and his head falling to hide away his anguish from her.

Her heart breaks for him. She’s not sure what to say to mend his hurt; his pain. So, she says nothing. Instead, breaking from his tight grip and wrapping her arms around his neck.

She presses herself against him and whispers, “I am so sorry, Ominis.”

He’s surrounded by her warmth. It reverberates through him and he’s quickly engulfed by her embrace. He buries himself into her neck and his arms are tight around her waist.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He whispers, his voice wavering.

His admittance sends a wave of pain through her. She holds him closer like he would vanish if she didn’t keep a tight enough hold on him.

“I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. That’s my promise to you.”

A whimper escapes him and he pulls her further into him.

“You make it seem like it’s possible.” He murmurs.

“Isn’t it?”

“They will come for you. If only to punish me. They will use you. I-I…,”

She strokes his hair, “And whatever they may throw at us, we’ll deal with. Together. Because I’m not going to give up on you, Ominis. I won’t give up on us.”

A pitiful laugh vibrates from him, his fingers digging into her clothes, “Sebastian’s right. You do make everything feel possible. Even the impossible.” He sighs, taking in her sweet scent and her warmth, “I believe you. No matter what happens, as long as we’re together, I’ll be happy.”

She smiles, “So will I.”

They hold onto one another until a light gets her attention. Her mouth opens in awe and she parts from him, but she doesn’t stray far, keeping their hands placed on each other’s arms.

“Do you feel them?” She wonders.

He hears the buzzing around them. Floating and gliding by like specks on the breeze.

He nods, “Yes. What are they?”

“Fireflies. All around us. They’re glowing so beautifully.” She says in reverence.

She watches the fireflies drift close to them while his attention is all on her. She’s calm. A haven he finds himself always seeking.

The heat of her gaze lands on him. Warmth spreads across his body like an unquenchable flame. He can’t stop the way his heart beats faster just knowing she’s here, with him.

He turns his face more towards her. They’re close to one another. So close, she feels his breath upon her skin. His hand travels from her arm up to her face. He strokes her cheek as he whispers her name. She holds her breath, her heart frantic, as he moves closer, unable to resist her any longer. His nose brushes against hers then finally his lips finds hers.

The kiss is tender, but he feels so much. His mind floods as he intertwines himself with her. He can feel everything she is as if it were his own. It’s so beautiful what she feels, and it’s only for him.

She sighs, breaking the kiss and leaning her head against his.

“W-What was that?” She pants. “I felt like I was… like I knew exactly what you were feeling.”

He panics, stroking her cheek to soothe her, “I apologize. I-I didn’t mean to-,”

“Ominis.” She cups his cheek and he feels her calming warmth rush back to him. “I’m not upset. I’ve just never experienced anything like that before. Was it you?”

He nods, “Yes.”

She smiles, “And that’s how you feel?”

He nods again with an even quieter, “Yes.”

She captures his lips without warning. Like picking up a beloved book, her mind opens for him. She’s electric, sending currents and sparks rippling across his skin. His hand moves into her hair, tangling his fingers in her locks. His other arm wraps around her back to keep her flush against him. He feels her hand on his neck and another latching onto his shoulder as if to ground herself.

He has to part this time, his breathing labored and his heart thumping madly. She presses her palm against his chest to better feel his heart beating in time with her own. She cups his cheek and he leans into her touch.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

He lets out a shaky breath then brushes his nose against hers, his forehead pressing against hers.

“Yes. It’s amazing. I feel you so much stronger now. To feel you like this. I don’t want to ever lose it.” He admits.

“You’re a Legilimens, aren’t you?” She whispers. “I’ve read about them in Divinations.”

He frowns, almost turning his head away from her if not for her hold on him, “I am. But, I never use it on anyone. Well, not really. Not in the sense that I’m prying into your mind to find your darkest secrets. It’s only to ‘read the room’, as they say. I can’t always pick up on the nuances in speech. It helps me be more ‘intuitive’, as you put it.”

She smiles, “How amazing. You truly are amazing, Ominis.”

His heart flips in his chest and he kisses her with a near whimper.

“I must confess,” he says, “I have always been able to sense you better than anyone else. It’s like you're amplified. I can feel you from across the classroom, sometimes from across the castle if I concentrate hard enough.”

Her eyes widen, “Is that so? How fascinating. I wonder if it’s because of my… disposition with Ancient Magic?”

“Might be. Might also be that I’ve been utterly captivated by you ever since you blasted Sebastian off the platform on your first day in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

She giggles, “That long?”

He smirks, “Are you surprised? You have half the school charmed by you. Even the Professors.”

“You would know.” She teases. “Although, I wouldn’t mind delving more into your ability sometime.”

“You don’t mind?” His head tilts and the look of shock written on his face makes her swoon.

“Not at all.

She kisses him, and a smile spreads across both of them, “But, that shall be for another time.” She leans back with an amused grin, “I assume you wish to spend the night here.”

His whole body tenses and he shakes his head, “N-No. Not unless you wish it. That wasn’t my intent. T-That’s not why we’re here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She giggles, “I thought that’s why you brought me here to Lover’s Cove was for that exact intent.”

“No, no. That’s not… You knew this was Lover’s Cove?” He pales. “How did you even hear about this place?”

“Well, Leander has been kind enough to offer to take me here. Twice. And I have heard the rumors of it being somewhere by the lake.” She laughs at Ominis’ scowl and she rises to stand. “But, I would much rather walk with you back to the castle. It’s a pleasant night for a stroll.”

He smiles and stands, offering his arm to her, “Shall we then?”

She wraps herself around his arm and they walk along the sandy beach and under the starry night sky, whispering sweet nothings as they go.

And as they arrive at the entrance to the dorm, he cups her cheek once more to capture her lips with his. The kiss is far more hungry than the ones before. It leaves her breathless and giddy as he pulls away with a smile.

"Thank you." He whispers.

"Whatever for?" She wonders, her voice hazy.

His thumb traces over the fullness of her warm cheek, "For being so stubborn. The night would’ve gone far differently if it weren’t for your tenacity. So, thank you. For not giving up.”

“Never.” She seals her promise with a kiss.

Ominis basks in the moment. Perhaps this will only be a passing infatuation. Or, what he more firmly believes, the beginning of something phenomenal. Whatever may happen, he knows, without a doubt in his mind, they’ll overcome anything which stands in their way.

Together.

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AN: fun fact, this is an actual place you can go to in the game. I found it as i was looking for a date spot, funny enough. no idea if it's called Lover's Cove, just thought the name fit pretty well with it. Here's an image of where it is below in the red square:

Also, me finding out about Legilimency AND that Salazar Slytherin was a proficient Legilimens himself, was like finding Breaking Bad level of meth on the street. I HAD TO DO IT!!

I will abuse this knowledge...

And me adding it in this chapter is like "That's a surprise tool that'll help us later :)"

Also also, the idea of fifteen year olds talking like this just makes me laugh.

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silverxstardust · 19 days

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Something for Ominis girls 🫶

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 1 month

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The Blood of the Covenant

Foreword:

(Below) A note presumably written by one Sebastian Sallow, dated 1922.

To whomever may find themselves reading this, I regret to inform you that the pages in your hands may very well be the only documentation in the world detailing the truth concerning The House of Gaunt. This tale you're about to read won't be written in the history books. Alas, as I write this the Ministry and all the rats that didn't go down with the ship are hard at work scrubbing away any and all proof of just how deeply their corruption truly ran. But even if it costs me my freedom, I will not allow my friend's suffering to be forgotten. This time, I'll speak the truth - no matter the cost. And if you, dear reader, are the only soul who ever reads this, so be it. Maybe I'll finally have done something right. - Sebastian Sallow

Continue to Chapter One: First Steps (Toward White-Faced Cliffs)

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choccy-milky · 11 months

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ominis version of the modern AU/excuse to draw the boys in a varsity jacket LOL 💚💛 Inspired by this fanart (sebastian version here)

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt fanart #ominis x oc #ominis gaunt x oc #ominis x you #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #choccyart

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tamayula-hl · 13 days

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The first time (Omi Ver.)

I've claimed something similar before, but I get very excited when I fantasise about a story of Ominis and MC, who were in a difficult situation, but after many adventures, sorrows and joys, they fall in love and get together and tie their hearts 😫💞. I'm sure there must be a lot of memories and emotions in MC's heart when she gets intimate with Ominis for the first time...

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sebastianwallows · 1 year

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Love and Marriage

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Summary - Anon request for "Hi! Could you do some smut for ominis where him and reader are married (couple years after Hogwarts) and reader has a voice kink and ominis sometimes slips into parseltounge when he gets lost in the moment🫣 and drives reader crazy 😜"

Word Count - 1,460

Warnings - 18+ smut, characters aged up, rough sex

A/N - I wish there was a way to really right parseltongue but theres just not that I know of??

Ominis had opened up a lot since he had been with you and settled down away from the rest of the Gaunts. He had blossomed into a version of himself he wasn't sure was possible for the longest time. However, married life was still a lot of work. It wasn't without arguments and mistakes.

Although you had been together for several years, the idea of being husband and wife was new; with it came new disagreements and new sides to each other. You had noticed a few times in the throes of yelling back and forth, Ominis would slip into raving in parseltounge. At that point, you had to take a step back. Usually you would put some distance between the two of you to calm down and revisit things later, but for you it was because you couldn't focus at all when he did that.

It was so fluid for him that you were certain he didn't even notice he was doing it. It was mesmerizing for him to be speaking something so exclusive that you wouldn't ever know what it meant no matter how beautifully it rolled off of his tongue.

It gave you sensations that you should not be having in the midst of an argument. It gave him such an air of strength as he stood over you gesturing frantically speaking the language that was impossible not to sound sultry.

As you got into it about wanting to go out and see more things as a couple and Ominis was just completely content to spend the rest of his life sitting in his office full of books, you were left with sticky clenched thighs as he hit his breaking point.

He looked incredible for starters. Pieces of his hair had fallen from the slicked back coif on his head, a rosy tony crept from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He had his shirt haphazardly buttoned and loose fitting slacks with little imagination as to what was - or wasn't - beneath them.

You had first barged in, miffed he had forgotten about some place you had wanted him to escort you to that day. You didn't raise your voice, but you were bitter and saying things that were pure spite.

He had spat the same back at you, neither of you was huge about raising your voices, but when he did that's when it would happen. It would be heated and you would have no idea what he was saying, but you know blushed in shame from the way the parseltongue made you feel.

Something about it just felt dirty and private, especially as you knew you were probably the only person to really hear it from him.

You snapped out of your thoughts as he placed his hands on your shoulders, confused from your silence.

"Y/N?" He said your name softly, running his thumb along your jaw.

"I'm sorry for speaking to you that way, it's just so different living a life as a duo instead of just the safety of solitude."

You looked up into his woeful gaze, "Ominis, I don't even know what you said."

He looked almost angry as the word "what" spluttered from his mouth.

"You - you were talking in parseltongue. You know that don't you? You always..." your voice faltered as his brows creased together.

He had no idea and now he wondered what awful things you must think of him. He always found it such a filthy trait that came from his family, so it must be disrespectful to you.

"This whole time? How long? I -" He turned around and took to pacing, pushing his hair back from his forehead as he rambled, "What must you think of me?"

"Ominis. I find it captivating. I know when we're upset about all these important things it isn't the time, but it - it makes my mind wander to other places."

You felt shy suddenly, knowing he was going to look at you differently and you didn't know if anything good would come from it or not. He stopped his movements, still in thought as he looked over at you.

He took slow strides towards you, tilting your chin up as he bent low to your ear, "Tell me what you're thinking then, saepʃ," he says what you believe to be your name as you had certainly heard it before. His other hand ghosts over bare skin at the low back of your blouse.

"It turns me on, Ominis, I'm just thinking about you using me and your English words escaping you and...and that's just what slips out." You bit your lip as you looked up at him nervously.

"Why don't you get on your knees so we can see what happens? You can be a good girl if I remember, right, Y/N?"

You nearly fell to the floor to obey him and it made him chuckle to for you to show your eagerness towards him, hearing the sound of your knees on the floor. He placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair as a reward.

"Surely you remember what to do? You were always a good slave for my cock." Ominis had forgotten how much his words did for you, but he had a renewed curiosity wondering how far you would go with something new like parseltongue in play.

You whimpered and lulled your head against his thigh as you reached to tug his trousers to the floor. You always forgot how impressive he was, between his creamy pale thighs the pink tip of his cock stood out at you.

You wanted to take your time to see how worked up he could get, so you started out placing kisses up his thighs. You ran your tongue across his balls suckling gently and he practically hissed at you, more of that beautiful language falling from his lips.

You could feel the slick pooling between your thighs, no doubt making a mess against the floor as you teased your mouth over his full length, your spittle mixing with his pre-cum.

Suddenly, he yanked you up hard by your hair and you yelped. He pinned you to the wall and crushed his lips to yours. It was sloppy, wet, and full of harsh biting. You clutched onto him to hold yourself up, feeling hard and tense muscles beneath his shirt.

He pulled away, leaving drool dripping down your chin as he caught his breath. He didn't extend the same courtesy to you as he wrapped his fingers around your throat. His eyes met yours in a gruff tone, full of arousal.

"Good girls don't tease, my love, but you've always been naughty for me haven't you?"

You felt dizzy from the state of need he had you in as he hauled you forward, bending you over his desk. A harsh slap across your backside made you jump, his fingers roughly pressing against your sodden pants. He circled your clit through the thin material before yanking them down your legs, bloomers and all.

"Now let's see what happens when I have no control, that's what you wanted, right? To hear the filth from my lips?"

He circled your dripping lips with the tip of his cock, making you beg before he slams into you, tugging hard on your hair.

More parseltongue fell from his mouth mingled in with the command to arch your back more. His pace was slow and hard, but no the least bit controlled. He was savoring your whines as your walls contracted around him.

He had never fucked you like this, so raw and aggressive. It had been so long you savored every second of him inside of you, hitting all the right spots that had been neglected for so long.

His pace quickened as he reached a hand forward to rub circles just right on your clit. His moans were strangled as he felt himself so close, but he was determined to get you to finish with him. He brought his lips just below your ear, whispering to you the way he knew you'd been craving and it wasn't long until hot waves of pleasuring came crashing down on you.

He released you to lay face down on the desk while he desperately gripped your hips, telling you he was about to cum. You felt terribly empty as he pulled out to shoot hot ropes all over your back and reddened ass.

You whimpered and whined about how he hadn't left it inside and in response he ran his fingers through it just to stuff them in your mouth. He spoke first in English, repeating the sentiment in parseltongue.

"Next time you'll be good and I want have to punish you."

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lorrainmorgan · 2 months

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Serpent's at the Library

🔞❤️‍🔥 NSFW // MDNI 🔞❤️‍🔥 Minors... stay away!

⚠️ Ominis Gaunt x F! reader⚠️ Sebastian got his little comic, it's Ominis' turn now

Read it here or on Ao3

Full pic on Ao3 and Poipiku

👉 There... That's it I'm never making this again... jk I actually love Dominis 🫰

👉 Definitely not fond of the colors tho. But I was practicing with more opaque ones and well. That’s the result.

#ominis gaunt x mc #ominis smut #ominis gaunt smut #ominis gaunt fanart #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x y/n #ominis fluff #spicy fanart #spicy fanfic #absolute filth #ominis gaunt x oc

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hazyange1s · 2 months

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1901 (Sebastian Sallow x F!MC)

so. I generated the middle photo with midjourney months ago and people on tiktok seemed to like it 😂 probably because we are desperately in need of some happy endings….

which brought my aching little heart to write a painfully self-indulgent one-shot based off of said picture (ft. my two brainchildren). this is from October and I’m cringing; I feel like I’ve improved a bit since but we’re here for vibes so who cares.

Synopsis: the year is 1901, and after a lifetime of dealing with the turmoil he became so accustomed to, Sebastian has finally gotten everything he could ever want. a night with his wife and best friends reminds him exactly how lucky he is.

Warnings: slightly suggestive reference (but still keepin it SFW), dad!Seb and Ominis, tooth-rotting fluff, aged up characters, alcohol use, pregnancy, not edited just raw word vomit

The stone and wood that made up Hogsmeade had hardly weathered since the first year Sebastian could remember coming, when he was a sprightly six year old boy with his parents. Back then, the buildings had looked larger than life. The people seemed wonderful and strange and extraordinary; their wands aloft to float signs or move merchandise. He had tugged on the folds of his mother's skirt upon staring with rapt attention, whining, "Mummy! When do *I* get to make things fly?"

"Soon, sweetling." His mother had smiled, the most beautiful sight he could comprehend at that tender age. "Soon, you yourself could be flying above the clouds."

Now, Sebastian found himself doing just that.

Cold wood bit into the callouses of his palms, which gripped the handle of his broom securely as the biting October wind tousled his dark hair into knots. He might have already frozen solid where he sat, had it not been the warming charm on his coat and the heat of his wife's smaller body pressed up against his back.

She shouted something just then amidst the roar of the wind in his ears. Sebastian turned for a split second to get a glimpse of the wide grin on her flushed, freckled cheeks.

The most beautiful sight in the world to him now.

"What?" He chuckled, turning back around as they neared the stone path leading into the quaint village.

"I said; they're going to have our heads for being late, so you better take full responsibility." Raegan repeated with her lips grazing Sebastian's ear.

Another laugh was dragged from his dry throat. Raegan had a special ability that when beyond just her fire-wielding, ancient magic, and skills on a broom. She was also one of the only people in the world who could make him laugh without really trying.

"I don't suppose you want me to tell them WHY?" Sebastian replied wryly as they landed and climbed stiffly off of the broom. The feeling of solid ground beneath their feet was a certainly a relief after miles of dark skies above the Highlands.

Raegan gave him a taunting little smirk that he'd come to understand was one she reserved especially for her husband. "Doubt you'll have to. It's hard to hide anything from those two. Ominis will probably sniff us out the moment we enter the pub."

She smoothed down the wild, russet tangle of waves Sebastian had run his hands through just an hour ago as they walked hand in hand over the bridge. He smiled at the memory as if he could still feel the softness of each lock between his fingers.

"I have considered the theory that he's part bloodhound."

The pair came to the familiar, flickering facade of the Three Broomsticks, pausing just outside when Sebastian tugged on Raegan’s hand to bring her to a stop beside him (a feat in itself, really).

“You know…” he mused, eyes crinkling at her questioning look. “Technically, we had our first date here.”

“If you call nearly getting…what were the words you used? Pulverized by a troll a romantic outing.” She laughed.

“Don’t forget the bar fight you nearly got me into. Honestly, it’s a wonder I managed to stick around for so long, with all the trouble you bring.”

The words were made in obvious jest and followed by an affectionate press of his winter-chapped lips to her temple. Because they both knew damn well that trouble was Sebastian’s middle name (it could replace Alexander for all he cared), and that chaotic whirlwind of a fifth year when they’d met was precisely what had him falling head over heels for her in record time.

“Well, as much as I love a good troll fight…the only thing you have to be scared of tonight is Ominis.”

A half-hearted scoff had Sebastian’s breath clouding in the air. “I wasn’t scared.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t wet yourself.”

“I was not scared!”

Raegan grinned indulgently at her husband, who rolled his eyes at the all-too-familiar teasing. Still, Sebastian found himself imitating her expression as he pulled her flush against his side and leaned down to fit his mouth to hers.

How many times had he enjoyed the saccharine taste that clung to every bit of her skin? It was far, far too many to count, surely, and the proof was in the way their lips moulded together like two pieces of a well-loved puzzle.

A rush of warmth hit their wind-chapped skin once the couple had finally broken apart, Sebastian opening the door for his distinctly kiss-drunk wife.

The Three Broomsticks was just as he remembered, too. Sirona, ever the dedicated businesswoman, spotted them instantly and offered a friendly wave. That was almost certainly Mr. Pippin and Mr. Hill chatting jovially over pints, and that blasted portrait of Ferdinand Pratt that had somehow withstood the ire of the patrons.

Raegan breathed the smallest of fires into her cupped hands before rubbing them together to generate more heat. It was not needed, though; for their friends had clearly planned ahead and already snagged the table just adjacent to the roaring hearth in the back center of the first floor.

Ominis's corn silk hair seemed to reflect its golden light, acting as a beacon for the Gyrffindor and Slytherin alumni to meander their way through the crowd and plop down eagerly at the round mahogany table.

"I was just about to send a Patronus if you hadn't shown up in the next five minutes." Diana gave them both an exasperated look, her brows shooting up as she took in their disheveled appearances. "Did you fly here?"

"Of course we did. It's a gorgeous night." Raegan leaned in to give her lifelong friend (sister might have been a more accurate term) a hug, despite the smaller girl's grumbling.

Ominis, who had his arm slung casually against the back of his wife’s chair, shook his head at Sebastian and Raegan like a disappointed father. It was a gesture so familiar to them both that it had been permanently seared in the back of their minds.

"Well, while you two were wasting time doing god knows what and flying fifty miles instead of Apparating like reasonable people, we've already been through half a flagon of wine." Ominis held up his half-full goblet as evidence.

The Hogwarts Professor was usually not one to indulge so heavily, but with the start of a new school year keeping him busy and his youngest daughter clinging to the chaos of her terrible twos, Sebastian supposed he had more than enough reason tonight.

"Well, you know me. I'll catch up in no time." Sebastian said with a roguish grin as he poured the rich, sweet-smelling liquid into a goblet that had clearly been waiting patiently for him.

Ominis, ever the gentleman, waved his wand to take serve Raegan from the flagon next, its contents tipping into a fourth cup.

"Oh, er...none for me, Ominis; thank you." Raegan said politely, the flush from the cold now returning for an entirely different reason.

His eyebrows furrowed into a mask of disbelief, as though the very fabric of the world had suddenly been torn open. "Are you ill? Or has someone taken Polyjuice Potion and replaced your wife, Sebastian?"

Raegan couldn't help but pair her laugh with an eye roll at Ominis's over dramatic display of surprise over her refusal to drink. Though she supposed it was true, there were very few times in her life she'd turned down a casual drink.

"Oh my-"

Diana's soft gasp broke the suspenseful silence, her pale, delicate fists causing ripples in their goblets as they collided with the table's surface. "I knew it! I told you that dream was a vision, Ominis!"

Now it was Raegan and Sebastian's turn to look confused, their shifting eyes replacing the self-indulgent grins they'd donned long before they'd arrived in the village.

"What dream?" Raegan asked, grabbing her friend's hand to recapture the raven-haired Seer's attention. "What did you see?"

Sebastian could see the tension in her grip, the light reflected by the fireplace that shone in her brilliant amber eyes. She had been dying to share this news; and if he knew her at all, Raegan was nearly bursting to deliver it herself before Diana could answer.

But it appeared her curiosity had won out over her flair for the dramatics at the present moment.

Diana beamed when she met Raegan’s imploring stare. Her voice had lowered, as if sharing an important secret.

"Last week, I dreamt of a little girl. She had the most beautiful auburn hair. Plus these adorable freckles and big, brown eyes. She was playing outside your house with a boy who looked exactly like Samuel, if he were ten years older."

Sebastian and Raegan both sported round, awestruck eyes that flickered to each other before they returned to Diana.

"Wait, I'm having a girl?" Raegan squealed, getting miles ahead of herself while Sebastian put the pieces of the puzzle together in her head.

"It's a girl?!" He gaped at the same moment.

Now, his other two friends were forgotten; his gaze solely on his exuberant wife, tears brimming despite himself.

A girl. It seemed all too perfect. A daughter and a son. Just like him and Anne, and Raegan and her brother Ronan.

"Oh...sur...prise?" Diana smiled sheepishly. "So, are you going to say it, or not?"

"It seems pointless now, since you’ve stolen my spotlight," Raegan raised her brow playfully in the beautiful Seer's direction. "But yes...I'm pregnant!"

Ominis's face broke into a huge smile, its brilliance so rare the honor was rarely bestowed upon anyone , save for the three people seated at the table now.

"Congratulations, Raegan. And you, Sebastian."

Diana began to gush as she hopped up from her seat, throwing her arms around her best friend once more. "This is amazing! How far along are you? Do you have any names picked out yet? How's your morning sickness? Mine was positively awful with both of the girls, I couldn't-"

Ominis chuckled affectionately at her elation. Gently, he placed a guiding hand on her arm to bring her back down to Earth - which was usually her least favorite place to be. "Darling, you're doing it again. Let her breathe for a moment."

To her credit, Diana looked positively pink as she relented and settled back down in her chair without losing her grin.

"Sorry, Rae. I'm just...so happy for you two."

"To answer your questions as my poor wife gathers herself, Di," Sebastian echoed Ominis's affectionate sound with his fingers intertwining through Raegan's. "She's seven weeks along, which is why we weren't sure about telling you just yet. But i suppose now is as good a time as any. And, for names, we were thinking-"

"Kassady Anne." Raegan jumped in for him, squeezing his hand as if she could pour all the love she had into that one gesture.

Diana almost teared up at this revelation, as Ominis let out an uncharacteristic, "aww". The namesakes of Raegan's late mother and Sebastian's only sister. It hadn't been a very difficult decision to come to. Though Sebastian had tried to insist on Anne as the first name in their hypothetical discussions.

"Fair warning," Ominis broke in, a knowing grin stretching his pale face. "Your second child will be your undoing. Little menace; our Gwen."

"Hey, I'm a second child." Raegan retorted, though her offense was clearly falsified. Nothing could break through the bubble of pure joy that seemed to radiate from her like the rays of the sun.

"I think you're proving his point, my love." Sebastian smirked. He barely dodged the well-aimed elbow to his side with a soft sound of indignation.

Ominis raised his glass once more after happily listening to the familiar sounds of his friends' excited chatter. "To Helen, Gwen, Sam, and Kassady-may they leave their own remarkable legacy on the world under our expert guidance."

The four of them all laughed, the sound like a chorus of church bells signifying the end of a long, fulfilling day. Three glasses of wine and one filled with water were raised in celebration, connecting the circle of lifelong friends with a resounding clink.

It had been over ten years since they'd all first sat in this pub together. Back then, the topics of conversation had centered around the goblin rebellion, Professor Black's latest warpath, and the homework that had led to countless sleepless nights.

In a way, things hadn't changed all that much. Except the rebellions now came in the form of arrests made by Raegan at the Auror's office or the tantrums of Ominis and Diana's three year old daughter. War was still in the backs of their minds, but for the most part their arms had been laid down in favor of peace.

And the sleepless nights, well...

Sebastian's mind again wandered back to the blissful visit of his youth. How he'd been unsatisfied with his feet on the ground, longing to soar above the rest.

Now, he got to feel like that every day of his life. No broom required.

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writing-intheundercroft · 6 months

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Your Ivy Grows // Properly

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Summary: Ominis Gaunt cannot see, but he can feel. He can feel the tall thickets of grass outside of his Aunt Noctua's house, now his for the summer. He can feel the sand down by the beach, the water of the tide pools, the overgrown ivy in Noctua's beloved garden. Most importantly, he can feel the gentle brush of his house guest's hand against his as they take their daily walk. He fears that he may feel much, much more for his new house guest.

Word Count: 3,782

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, Oral Sex, NSFW, MDNI

A/N: a lil porn, a lil plot. Happy Sunday!

Ominis regretted many things in his short life, but his actions the night of the ball were now probably the top of his list. He’d been impulsive, jealous of all the men who’d crowded around his beautiful houseguest, clamoring to know her. He knew none of them would truly get to understand her the way he did, and he could think of nothing but staking his claim in her and taking her home.

He should’ve just dragged her home–but instead, he’d sat her in a chair in the library, attempting to taste her with a party full of his peers on the other side of the door. For the first time in his life he’d been thankful that Sebastian interrupted him.

The carriage ride home had been silent, as was breakfast the next day. He’d heard one word answers at dinner, and she retired to bed early, claiming to still have a headache from all the champagne she’d drank the night before. He could take the hint–she didn’t want his presence.

And yet, Ominis yearned for her. He missed their conversations; her chattering at breakfast about what tasks they would tackle that day, and the endless facts she would spout about the plants in the garden. She’d told him how hollyhock could grow to be just as tall as him, and that she’d once met a potions master who tried using foxglove from the garden in place of powdered asphodel in a draught of living death (results unseen). His houseguest had explained that english ivy, the luscious vines that Aunt Noctua had found so pretty, was invasive, and could easily destroy the other plants in the garden if not properly trimmed and cared for.

Ominis thought about how pretty she sounded when she spoke about the garden, excited over her work. The words would spill over her delicate lips as she rambled. It was his second favorite thought–the first being her gasping his name as he pressed his mouth against the curve of her soft thigh.

Ominis jolted out of bed, groaning as he returned to reality. He felt himself through his cotton pants, painfully hard and dripping at the thought of her saying his name. He shamefully pulled his waistband down, wrapping his fingers around his length. Ominis stroked himself slowly, wishing it was her fingertips on him instead. He relished the memory of touching her face in the dressing room–those soft, pillowy lips, and the way she’d parted them when his digits pressed into them. Ominis imagined her doing the same thing, except she was on her knees, lips flush against his leaking tip. She would take him so well with her mouth, he thought while picking up speed, remembering the way she’d ran her tongue around his bleeding finger. He wondered how she would have felt if he’d been able to kiss her cunt the way he’d wanted to.

Ominis came, spilling onto himself, gasping her name.

“Don’t go,” Ominis croaked.

It was late in the afternoon, and she’d been avoiding him again. Ominis had decided to take a turn around the garden, knowing very well she might be hiding amongst the foliage. He’d been correct–she was laying underneath the birch trees, no doubt reading one of the books she’d taken out of the library. He heard her shuffle, trying to get up before he could close the distance between them.

“I know you’re avoiding me,” Ominis admitted. “And I’m sorry.”

She sucked in a breath; he heard the way her skirts crumpled as she sat back down on the blanket she’d spread across the grass. “Sorry for what, exactly?”

Ominis shuffled towards her. “Where do I start?” He asked sheepishly.

“Sit,” she instructed. Ominis obeyed, falling to the knit blanket next to her.

“I’m sorry for acting so boorishly.” Ominis blurted.

“Be more specific,” she demanded. “Are you referring to pulling me away from the dancing, or what you were doing with your mouth?”

Ominis felt his face heat up. “Er, both, I suppose.”

She was silent for a moment, and then cleared her throat. “I thought we were friends,” she murmured. “But friends don’t kiss friends that way.”

“I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable,” Ominis said softly. “I’m supposed to be protecting you. Merlin, I’m the very threat you need to be protected from. I…I just wanted to kiss you.”

Ominis felt a soft hand on his cheek; he leaned into the warmth.

“If you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just asked.” she said. He could tell there was a smile on her lips just by the way the words lilted in the air.

Ominis chewed his lower lip. “You’d just said you’d never known a man long enough to court him, and I practically dove onto you. It was undignified of me.”

She laughed. “I rather like it when you’re less prim and proper. It’s a nice juxtaposition against your appearance.”

Ominis felt his heart flutter. It had been so long since he’d had a crush that made him feel so deeply–and even longer since it had been reciprocated physically. He pressed his cheek further into her hand.

“If we proceed in the direction I assume we are,” Ominis gulped, “I would like to do this properly.”

“I thought I just told you I preferred when you were less of a gentleman,” she teased.

Ominis rolled his eyes. “I mean it,” he said, holding his hand out. He felt a shiver of pride knowing he’d assumed correctly–she slid her long, slender hand into his. “I’m going to court you. Respectably, like a lady.”

“And what would that entail?” She asked.

Ominis blushed. “Lots of walking. Picnics, dinners together. Dancing, if you’d like.”

“Sounds nice,” she cooed. “Very sweet.”

“Getting to know one another,” Ominis added. “What you like, what I like. Things that interest us.”

“Besides my lips, of course.” she jested.

Ominis tugged at his collar. “Moving into the right direction. It would also include a few other…less respectable activities. Like my lips on yours,” he murmured, pulling her closer to his lap. “Sneaking out at night, which you already like to do. Kissing you in the garden where no one can find us.” His lips ghosted over hers, and she whined at how light his touch was.

“Must you always tease me?” she grumbled.

“Courting can be very, very fun for both of us,” Ominis whispered, an arm snaking around her waist. “I can show you that.” He could feel her curls tickling his forehead, and he wanted nothing more than to snake his hands through her hair.

“Alright, I’ll let you court me,” she breathed. “Just kiss me already.”

Ominis happily obliged, leaning into her.

“Have you courted anyone before?” She asked. They were down by the shore, walking on the sand. Only days into their exploratory courtship, Ominis had been painfully proper with her. If he were going to do it, he was going to do it right, he thought. So far, it had just been sweet kisses, nothing more. He relished the feeling of her getting impatient with him, the way her body pushed against his for more. Ominis knew if he really wanted to, he could have her coming undone beneath him in minutes. He didn’t want to tease her, but the building anticipation would be worth it.

Ominis shoved his hands into his pockets. “I have.” he admitted. “A few girls, those that my mother put up for me. Never got very far with them.”

“Not the way you have with me?” She asked curiously.

Ominis laughed. “No, never.” he said softly. “I only took them to dinners, galas, balls. The opera, if they wanted. I've grown up with most of them at school, and they all know I don’t want to get married.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop, and he sensed his houseguest pause.

“You don’t?” she asked.

Ominis gulped. “Not in the way my family wants me to.” he kicked a seashell. “My family would want me to marry an obedient girl, have a bunch of children, and continue the family legacy, whatever that is.” he wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Not for love. None of my siblings have married for love, and they’re all miserable.”

“Your brother and his wife didn’t seem miserable at the ball,” she observed. “They actually looked quite in love with one another.” “Because that wasn’t his wife,” Ominis interjected. “You mean the woman sitting beneath him? That’s one of his many mistresses. I think that one specifically was Araminta; she’s been with him since their school days.”

“They were all over each other,” his houseguest gasped. “And there’s more?”

“Yes,” Ominis said wryly. “My brother married his wife when he was twenty, and they’ve despised each other for years. I doubt they’ve ever spent a night together. He spends most of his time in London, entertaining a revolving door of women who desire him for his name.”

There was a foreboding silence between the two of them as they walked next to each other. She cleared her throat, digging her heels into the sand.

“Your aunt never married either,” she echoed. “Why?”

“She didn’t.” Ominis swallowed thickly. “I was three when she graduated Hogwarts, five when my father demanded she start courting suitors. Six, when she turned them all down and decided to become my governess. She always told me she didn’t want to get married. That she’d die a happy spinster in her seaside home with a lovely garden.” he recalled.

“She was so young,” his houseguest observed. “I think I would’ve chosen the same path as her, if given the opportunity.”

“And what about you?” Ominis asked, desperate to move the subject away from his family. “Have you never dreamt of getting married?”

She snorted. “I was a tomboy all my life until my mother forced me to start wearing dresses. I was never the type to dream about a big white wedding.” She paused, kicking at a piece of driftwood. “I do want to spend my life with someone.” She added. “But I don’t believe it needs to be so black and white, the way your society does it.”

Ominis felt her arm loop through his. She thought so oppositely than any girl he’d ever met before. She was smart, witty, and good with her hands. Clearly she was beautiful; all of Marvolo’s acquaintances were tripping over themselves to speak with her at the ball. And perhaps she was only interested in him because he was her only companion, but Ominis was strangely okay with that.

Whatever afforded him her presence was fine enough.

“Tell me, Ominis,” she said, breaking him out of his thoughts. “What would make you want to marry a girl?”

Ominis blushed–he knew she loved it when he did so–before he cleared his throat.

“I’d want someone to be my partner, through and through.” he said plainly. “Someone who could give as equally as they receive. None of that subservient behavior.” he shivered slightly before proceeding with his next thought. “Someone who would be my best friend.”

She was silent for a moment, with just the sound of the waves crashing against sand to fill the void.

“Something tells me Sebastian would have a hard time being replaced,” she joked.

Ominis snorted as he laughed, and she gripped his arm tighter.

Dinner had passed, and Ominis knew she’d be in her chambers, preparing for bed. Golly was in the kitchens cleaning up from dinner, so he knew she’d be preoccupied. He loosened his tie, knuckles rapping lightly on the door.

She opened it in seconds, wrapping her dressing gown tighter around her body. “Ominis,” she breathed.

“Another fun part to courtship,” Ominis grabbed her hand. “Sneaking out.” He tugged her from the door, her slippers thwacking against the hardwood floor. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Where are you taking me?” she gasped as they tiptoed down the stairs.

“Just the garden,” Ominis teased. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

The two of them moved with ease; The warm summer air was thick, their feet crunching on the stone path as they walked towards the garden. Ominis guided her through the twists and turns, down to the little courtyard with a marble bird bath in the center. They were surrounded by tall boxwoods, hidden from the world.

“Merlin, it’s like the garden never ends.” she hummed. Ominis sat on the bench, eyes closed. Just from the rustling of the bushes, he could tell she was circling him, running her hands against the lush topiaries. “I swear I’ve never seen this part before.”

“Noctua wanted it to be that way,” Ominis mused. “Every little bit of the garden has something different, something special.”

She walked over to him, sitting down next to him on the bench. The only sounds were the water splashing in the bird bath, and the gentle hum of crickets in the distance.

“So you’re telling me you never snuck away with any of those other girls for a midnight rendezvous.” she questioned him. “Part of me doesn’t believe you.”

“Believe me,” Ominis laughed, scooching closer to her. “I live with a deviant. Sebastian’s the one who has told me all about the strategy of the midnight meet up.”

“Strategy, hm?” she teased. “What might that be?”

“First, I find a secret location, where we can be on our own without interruption.” Ominis murmured.

“Successful,” she leaned in.

Ominis pulled her closer, feeling the silky material of her dressing gown. It was different , he thought, than the cotton ones she’d worn before. He’d felt those when he stopped by her room, bidding her goodnight each evening. This one was soft, slick between his fingers.

“Second, I kiss you,” Ominis declared. He pulled her chin close, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. He felt her shift against him, trying to pull more out of him.

“Third, I leave you wanting more,” he teased. He laughed when she groaned in displeasure.

“That’s not fair,” she pouted. “I’ve been waiting.”

“Waiting, darling?” Ominis hummed. “For what, exactly?”

She hesitated, stumbling over her words. “For…for whatever you were about to do in the library,” she said sheepishly. “It felt good .”

That was the exact confession Ominis had been waiting for. He slid off the bench, kneeling down before her. “What about it felt good?” he asked, grabbing her ankle again.

She stiffened, breath catching as he pressed a kiss to her ankle. “I-I don’t know. Just your mouth being so close,” she gasped.

“Close to where?” Ominis asked, nudging her legs apart. “Use your words, my dear.”

“Close to my…”she trailed off as Ominis kissed up her knees as he did the night of the ball.

“Close to your cunt, darling.” Ominis licked the inside of her thigh, which made her spread her legs wider. Her nightgown was bunched up to her waist, and he pulled her closer by the thighs.

“You wanted to bring me out here to touch me in the garden, didn’t you?” she panted. “You haven’t touched me the whole week.”

“That’s another fun part of courtship,” Ominis explained, pressing a kiss to her folds. “The wanting,” he pressed another sweet kiss to her core, which had her gasping. “It makes it feel so much better.”

“Ominis, please,” she pleaded, grabbing at his blond hair. “More.”

Ominis obliged, his tongue darting in and out of her. He was determined, lapping at her like a starved man. He held down squirming hips as he started sucking on her clit. Ominis felt his arousal straining against his trousers, the sweet sound of her gasps and moans sending blood straight to his cock.

Ominis pulled his mouth away, and she cried at the loss of him. He grinned up at her; even though he couldn’t see her, he knew she was a mess for him. He palmed his length through his pants, letting her regain a little sanity.

“Does that feel good?” Ominis asked, his voice husky. “When I kiss you down there?”

“So good,” she nearly sobbed. “Please, do it again.”

Ominis dove back in facefirst, his lips closing around her clit. He slid one of his long, slender fingers into her, fucking her gently with his hand.

“Ominis, Ominis, Ominis,” his name tumbled off her lips.

“Say my name, darling.” Ominis grumbled against her, easily sliding another finger in. “It feels so good, doesn’t it?” He curled his fingers, her stuttered breathing telling him that he was hitting the right spot.

“What if someone hears us?” she gasped; it turned into a moan.

“No one will hear us,” Ominis assured her, pressing his lips against her clit again. “You can be as loud as you want.”

“It feels amazing,” she whimpered. “I’m going to–it feels–” she stuttered, before descending into a sweet, satisfied, cry.

Ominis smiled proudly as he pulled away from her. “Waiting makes it feel much better, doesn’t it?”

There was nothing but her panting and the hum of the bugs in the air. Ominis sat back on the bench, pulling her into his arms. He slid her nightgown back down over her legs, brushing a curl out from her face.

She cleared her throat. “That was…er, that was my first orgasm.” she admitted.

Ominis felt a surge of pride having provided it. “I hope you enjoyed it,” he laughed quietly. “I’m glad it was me.”

She collapsed against his shoulder. “Me too.” Her tired hands moved to the front of Ominis’s trousers, but he brushed them away.

“You don’t have to,” he murmured against her hair.

“I want to…I want to make you feel just as good,” she argued.

“There will be a time for that,” Ominis pressed a kiss against her temple. “But tonight, I just wanted to do something for you.”

There was a loaded pause between them, and Ominis could feel her rubbing her legs together.

“Do you…could you…again?” she asked, her voice small and shy.

Ominis grinned, kneeling down again.

“Good morning,” his houseguest said cheerfully, bouncing into the dining room.

“Good morning,” Ominis said coyly, sipping his tea. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like I’ve never slept before,” she said innocently, pouring herself a cup. “And you?”

“Very sweet dreams.” Ominis hummed. Under different circumstances, Ominis might have shared the very vivid dreams he had of her moans in the garden, and how he’d wished it were her tightening around him, not his hand.

Golly cleared her throat as she entered the dining room, and he knew his houseguest was blushing. Her teacup clanked against the saucer as she bid the house-elf good morning, and Ominis concealed his chuckle.

“Golly brings a message from Mister Marvolo,” she folded her hands in front of her, shrugging. “He will be visiting this afternoon.”

Both Ominis and his houseguest stiffened at the news.

“Did he say why?” Ominis asked; he never wanted to sound cold towards the sweet little house-elf, but Marvolo visiting would certainly put a wrench in his day. It certainly wouldn’t be good news.

“No reason,” Golly shrugged. “He’ll be here for afternoon tea, and has asked to see you alone.”

Ominis could feel his houseguest’s eyes burning into him. Perhaps his brother was coming to scold him for his not-so-discreet behavior at the ball. There was no way he would know, Ominis thought. He was too occupied with his drinking and mistresses. He clenched his napkin, knuckles turning white. His houseguest was silent, just the sound of her silverware scraping against her plate until she declared she’d lost her appetite.

Ominis retreated into his chambers after breakfast, trying to pull himself together. He knew it was wrong to avoid her, but his mind was racing trying to piece together why Marvolo would take time out of his day to visit the two of them. He waited until Golly called for him, announcing Marvolo’s arrival, and made his way down to the library.

“Brother,” Marvolo greeted him. His voice was hoarse, as if he’d been up all night.

“Marvolo,” Ominis said curtly. “What brings you here?” He raised his wand so he could assess his elder brother’s location.

Marvolo stood from a wingback chair, beginning to pace around the room. “I came to see how our charge is faring. She was a roaring success at the ball, I hear.”

“Depends on what you frame as a success,” Ominis blurted, hoping to sound indifferent.

“Success as is in several gentlemen were interested in her,” Marvolo snickered.

Ominis felt the color draining from his face as he made sense of the situation. “Why would that be a success?” He was almost afraid to hear Marvolo’s answer.

Marvolo tinkered with one of Aunt Noctua’s telescopes. “It seems her father won’t be pulling through with the bounty I’ve tasked him with,” he said, shuffling around the room. “And I’ve invested quite a bit of money in the endeavor. With that in mind, his collateral becomes mine.”

Ominis froze in his place, gripping the handle of his wand with all of his strength.

“There are a few colleagues of mine in search of a wife,” Marvolo continued. “She’s pretty enough, and there'll be quite a few bids.” The words rolled off his tongue like venom. “So, I’ll be sending them here to meet with her, and you’ll supervise their courtships.”

No, Ominis screamed internally. The thought of passing her off to the highest bidder went against every fiber of his being. She was special–she was meant to be more than an ornament to society. To wed her to one of Marvolo’s lackeys would be trapping her, like a songbird forever destined to a bleak life in a gilded cage.

“Surely there’s another way,” Ominis blurted.

“Don’t tell me you’ve come to care for her,” Marvolo snorted. “You’ve only known her for two months, Ominis.”

“Not that,” Ominis coughed, trying to cover for himself. “Just that our friends should seek more esteemed wives.” he lied through his teeth.

“Ah, well, I’m sure that’s true.” Marvolo laughed. He took the bait. “But beggars can’t be choosers.” Marvolo clapped his brother’s shoulder, and Ominis shivered. “You know, perhaps you are starting to grow up, little brother. Next summer, we’ll seek out a wife for you.”

Ominis felt queasy; he’d never be like his brother. The thought of being tossed into the ring of the marriage market was even worse. But he had to conceal his feelings, at least until he figured out a solution for both of them. He could do it, Ominis thought. He could save her, and himself in turn.

“I’m glad to see you, Marvolo.” Ominis feigned. “I’ll make sure she’s ready.”

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