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festivalsofmargot · 1 year

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how do you think Ominis, Garreth, and Sebastian would react to a jealous reader being jealous because someone else was being flirty and asking them to the Yule Ball?

The 3 Boys & Your Jealousy

{Garreth Weasley/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Word Count:

Garreth: ~ 1500 words

Ominis: ~ 1700 words

Sebastian: ~ 1400 words

Warnings: Kissing, Fluff, Angst

Author’s Note: Lord, I’m having so much fun with these requests. Thank you, anon!!! I tried to make them all have different reactions to reader getting jealous, but I know they’d all secretly love it lmfao. So it’s a little similar, but it’s definitely the 3 boys enjoying it in their own way. Have a fun time, everyone 🥰 Hope you’re all having a good day ❤

Songs (if interested):

Garreth’s song: You Stupid Bitch - girl in red

Ominis’ song: Silence / akiaura - hentai boys, akiaura

Sebastian’s song: My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco

Garreth:

“I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?” Garreth Weasley had come up to you and asked. For someone who was asking if something was wrong, he could look a bit more concerned. Rather than just munching on his apple, looking at it like it was the only thing that had his full attention.

You took a deep breath and rubbed at your temple roughly. You were overreacting and you knew it, but dammit you couldn’t help but hate him at the moment. “No Garreth, I’m just not in the best mood today.”

“Well, talk to me.” He plopped himself down on the Central Hall fountain bench next to you. “Some have called me a good listener.” He took another bite of his apple, obnoxiously loud.

“Not right now. Why don’t you go bother someone else?”

“Who else could I bother like this? You and I got a good thing going.” He haphazardly joked.

“How about your date to the ball? That’s a good place to start if you ask me.”

He furrowed his brows, trying to decipher what you were talking about. Then he remembered Samantha Dale had asked him to be his date the night before. “Oh! You know about that? How does word travel so fast in such a huge castle?” He wondered aloud with his mouth full, looking at his apple as he turned it in his hand.

Merlin, you didn’t know why you were so head over heels for Garreth Weasley. Something about his carefree, aloof attitude made you fluttery all over. You wanted to smack him just as much as you wanted to kiss him.

Truth be told, you were convinced he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But once you saw Samantha Dale talking with him about it and seeing how big his smile was, you became so frustrated with yourself for ever thinking such a thing. How could you have been so wrong about his signs? You shouldn’t have assumed your flirty banter together was something special between the two of you. You had no one to blame but yourself.

“Look Garreth, I’m pretty busy. Samantha will be better company than me today.” You took out the essay you were halfway finished with and began writing, hoping he would take the hint.

He was about to take another bite of his apple when the pieces came together in his brain. You think I said yes to Samantha... and you're jealous.

It was hard to keep calm when he felt so elated. He had been pining for you since 5th year and never had the courage to confess his feelings. Being with you as a friend was better than risking not being with you at all. But here you were, acting as green as his eyes. Becoming jumpy, he scratched the back of his head and looked away from you, trying to bite back his delighted smile.

“So...” He began as casually as he could, “You don’t like the idea of me going to the ball with Samantha?”

You stiffened. Am I caught? You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t care who you go with, Weasley.”

You used his last name instead of his first, that was how he always knew if you were upset with him. In this particular moment, he took a dark pleasure in it. “Well, it sounds like you care a little.”

You looked up from your essay to the marble floor in front of you and clenched your jaw, trying to calm your irritated nerves and stop yourself from saying something you’d regret. “It doesn’t matter if I care. Go with who you want.” You went back to your essay.

“But you care.” He slid closer to you so that his thigh was touching yours. Your whole body tensed and you shifted your leg away, disgusted at his brazenness to continue flirting with you when he was going to the ball with someone else.

“I’m going to work in my room.” You pulled your belongings together and left your place next to him.

Garreth got up and followed you easily, finishing the last of his apple and tossing it in a nearby bin. He rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth to wipe off any apple juice. Maybe he could wipe off his idiotic smile while he was at it too.

You could feel his chest practically against your back as he followed close in pursuit. “Leave me alone, Garreth. I’m really not in the mood today.” You growled at him, but he didn’t let up.

He took glances around as he kept up with you. Once he was confident no one was looking, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby, empty corridor.

“What are you -”

“Tell me you’re jealous. I want to hear you say it.”

His words sent your mind through a whirlwind and you shoved him away. “You got some nerve, going to the ball with Samantha and going after me like this -”

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake! I turned her down. School gossip failed to mention that part, I see.” He interjected. “Now let me have this a little longer.” He stepped closer to you, daring you to push him away again. “This thing where you want me all to yourself, I think I really like it.” His words came off as a jest, but he was genuinely aroused.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to determine if he was being truthful or just trying to keep up his flirty banter with you. But your icy glare at him through your lashes only made him more feral rather than intimidated.

“I -” He cleared his throat, regaining composure. “I’ve been looking for you all day so I could ask you to the ball, but you kept dodging me.”

“Garreth, if this is some sort of messed up joke where you try to get two dates to the ball -”

“It’s not. But, that is a fun idea.” He quipped, hoping it would lighten the mood.

Sighing, you turned on your heel to walk away.

“Sorry sorry sorry, bad joke, bad time.” He grabbed your wrist, panicked. “But I’m serious about taking you. I really want to take you.” He swallowed thickly and held your wrist in his hand. “Would you... want that too?” As he waited for you to respond, he had started stroking your skin with his thumb, unaware he was doing so.

His hopeful look along with his tone had managed to convince you he was being truthful. This was the first step either of you had taken beyond flirty banter, and it had you finally soften to him that day. You looked at his hand on your wrist and adjusted so you could entwine your fingers through his. His heart nearly burst out of his chest. Was this finally happening?

You looked up at him then, but locked on his lips rather than his eyes. Heat formed in his abdomen at your gaze. He used his free hand to cup your jaw. The dark look in your eyes told him you had the same severe craving for him as he did you. He eased towards you and brushed his lips over yours.

He pulled back to gauge your reaction. You looked at him with wide eyes and for a brief moment, he thought he had messed up and taken it too far. But all that panic went away when you dropped your books and threw your arms around him, seizing his lips, taking all coyness between you two and throwing it out the window.

Your sudden burst had rocked him both physically and mentally. Gripping you back, hard and fast, he steadied himself, stepping on your essay as he did so. He matched your eager mouth movements with just as much intensity.

Needing to come back up for air, you pulled back. You looked at each other, breathless. All that tension between you two through the years had finally been able to get released at least somewhat.

“You looked so happy when Samantha asked you. I assumed you said yes.” You told him, still catching your breath.

He hadn’t realized you had been there to see Samantha asking him to the ball. He was both sorry you didn’t catch him rejecting her and sorry you had to catch it at all. Merlin only knows how he would have handled watching someone else asking you. “She’s a good friend, I mean I wasn’t going to scowl or laugh her off. I was letting her down as easy as I could.”

“I’m sorry I was jealous.”

He kept his face close to yours and glanced back at your lips, ready for more. “I’m sorry I enjoyed it.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I’m not.” He captured your lips once more.

Ominis:

Ominis was in a full on panic. He hadn’t the faintest idea what he had done wrong. He may be blind, but he could sense, clear as day, that you were upset with him.

He was pacing back and forth in his dorm room when he was supposed to be at dinner. The sickness he felt had made it hard for him to want to digest anything.

He had been up at all hours of the night thinking about how he was going to ask you to The Yule Ball. But every time he tried to approach you that day, you’d take your leave. He thought he would have gotten his chance in History of Magic class, but everything seemed off. You usually tried to sit close to him and brush your fingers along his, it excited him each and every time. But today, he felt as if you were sitting as far as you possibly could from him.

He was trying to think back on everything that happened before you became so drastically distant. The last time he remembers you two being fine was when he had finally built up the courage to ask you that morning.

Sebastian had pushed him to do it and fueled his ego to prep him, affirming that he saw the way you looked at him and how you weren’t so subtle about it. He was filled with so much joy, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling like a buffoon when he went to talk to you.

“Ominis!” You had greeted him so cheerfully, it had removed any doubt in what Sebastian told him. As he was about to greet you back, Adelaide Oakes had touched his shoulder from behind to grab his attention. She then went on and on about how she fancied him, and took the ball as her chance to finally tell him how she felt. He had never been so overwhelmed with romantic attention in his life, it only fueled his confidence more. His words came out in a stutter to Adelaide to thank her but decline. It was difficult to turn someone down while grinning like a fool.

“I um - I'll leave you two to it.” He heard you say before he finished speaking with Adelaide. Your footsteps behind him had walked away so fast, he would have believed it if you were running. And ever since, for some reason you’ve been... oh. It hit him then. You must have assumed he was going to say yes to Adelaide. You couldn’t possibly be jealous, could you? If you were, he needed to find you and fix this immediately. But damn him if he wasn’t a bit thrilled at the idea.

He had his wand guide him to the first place he thought you could be in, the astronomy tower. It was late in the day, he was sure you’d be there. As he made his way up, he found his excitement at your jealousy swelling. You weren’t jealous because he was a Gaunt, a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, going with someone else. No, you were jealous because he was Ominis, a boy you liked for who he was, going with someone else. Or so you thought.

When his wand brought him to the astronomy tower and sensed you were close, he felt a bit of pride that he knew you as well as he thought he did. But he steadied himself, remembering you were upset with him. Coming at you beaming probably wasn’t the best approach.

“Ominis? What brings you here?” Your voice was monotone, nowhere near as pleased to see him as you were earlier.

He was relieved you were willing to speak to him rather than run off. “I needed to talk to you. Figured you’d be up here.” He approached cautiously.

You furrowed your brows, wondering what he could possibly need you for. Oh you’d just die if he wanted to ask for advice on how to treat Adelaide well at the ball. You turned away from him and lazily looked through your telescope. “Probably best we talk tomorrow.”

“You’re upset with me.”

You peeked up at him briefly, knowing it wasn’t fair to be, then went back to your telescope. You exhaled, inwardly chiding yourself. Ominis doesn’t owe you anything. “I’m sorry, I’ve just... had a lot on my mind.”

His wand guided him to the railing you were near and he leaned himself against it. “I’m all ears.” Part of him wanted to clear everything up as soon as possible, but another, increasingly louder part of him wanted to hear you confess that you were jealous, confess that you didn’t want anyone else to have him but you. So, he dared to play coy a little longer.

“You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

“Try me.” The way he said it had taken you aback, as if he was telling you, not asking you, to talk to him.

“And what if I don’t want to tell you?” You looked back up at him, a bit of venom coming through.

He took a few steps towards your voice. I think I like this game. He knew he shouldn’t find your jealousy this exhilarating, but he did. He wanted it to absorb you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

The look on his face stirred something fierce in you and you tried to take a quiet, calming breath. You hoped he wouldn’t hear you doing so, but he did, and it only added fuel to his fire.

“I don’t hear you walking away, so I think you do want to tell me.” He reached out for your robes and pulled at you to come closer to him.

You had been weak for Ominis Gaunt since 5th year, so you obliged. But you didn’t do so without internally screaming at yourself for being such a fool.

Despite being so close, you kept your hands to yourself, he noted. But he could sense your body tensing and he knew you were close to talking. He just needed to hold out a bit longer, push you just so in the right direction. “You’re angry with me, tell me why.” He knew why.

“I shouldn’t be angry with you.”

“Yet you are.”

“I am.”

“Tell me what I’ve done.”

“You... haven’t done anything.”

His grip moved from your robe to your waist, he could feel you shift at his touch, but you didn’t pull away. “I have, tell me.”

“You know, you shouldn’t be up here with me alone, touching me like you are. Wouldn’t want Adelaide or me getting the wrong idea, would you?” He could hear the bitterness in your voice, and it was sending him over the edge. You shoved his hand away and went to the railing, leaning forward and looking out. “I don’t think you mean to, Ominis. But you’re really messing with my head. Looking as happy as you were when Adelaide asked you to the ball, and now you’re here acting like you care for me.”

He followed your voice again and came up behind you. His hands found your shoulders and he comfortingly slid them down to your biceps. His touch still had the same, nerve-racking affect on you. You shrugged him off and turned to face him. He put both hands on the railing on either side of you, trapping you in. “I do care for you.”

As a friend. You wanted to finish for him. Him saying this to you knowing he was going to The Yule Ball with Adelaide hurt. Ominis was the last person who should be comforting you. “I need to go.” You nearly choked, heartbreak constricting your throat. But Ominis kept you blocked in, he wasn’t going to let you leave.

“Tell me why I’ve upset you.”

Being in this position with him had an inferno swirling in you. Being able to see his pale, blue eyes this close had any fight in you vanish. “I wanted... you to ask me to The Yule Ball today. I wanted you to go with me, not Adelaide.”

He leaned forward towards your neck and brushed his nose along your skin.

Your melancholy turned into something else at his touch, something more throbbing. You reached your hands up along his chest, felt his heartrate pick up along with yours. “I want you to be with me.” You confessed in a whisper.

He began to kiss at your neck and you fisted the fabric of his uniform to keep yourself upright. He kissed up your neck, along your jaw, feeling his way to find your lips. He got to the corner of your mouth and pulled back just slightly, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I want you all to myself.”

He crashed his lips into yours. Your hands held tight to his shirt to keep him close. He took his hands off the railing to wrap his arms around your waist, his place against your mouth feeling all the more secure. You nipped at his bottom lip and he couldn’t help but let out a throaty “mmh.”

He often tried to imagine what it would feel like to kiss you, the taste of your lips, the sensation of your hands roaming him as pretty as you pleased. This moment had been better than anything he conjured up in his head. He had never envisioned how much hot need would be in it until he had you there in his arms.

You tried to push him away suddenly, but he kept at you, not yet having had his fill. “Wait -” You caved for a brief moment and kissed him back, then pulled away again. “What about -”

“I said no to Adelaide.” He went back to your lips, then to your neck to explain himself so you’d stop pulling away. “I was going to ask you. But you ran off.” He hoped that was enough to stop any further questions, because his mind was already onto more pressing matters. He had heard that sucking on someone’s neck would leave marks, he decided to try it on you then.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. “You um -” You cleared your throat, “You still want to ask me?”

“I will, but let’s not talk right now.”

Sebastian:

“What has gotten into you today?” Sebastian caught you off guard, shutting the greenhouse door behind him. You were tending to the carnivorous plants for Professor Garlick, you being the only student she really entrusted with such duties.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, then brought your focus back to the plants. “I’m a little busy right now, Sebastian.”

He had never heard you speak to him with such acidity, you might as well have slapped him in the face. You had been in a sour mood with him all day. Of all the times for you to be upset with him, why did it have to be the day he had finally decided to confess his feelings and ask you to The Yule Ball? He strode to your side and bore his gaze into you, willing you to face him and explain yourself.

You didn’t give in and continued tending to the chomping cabbages. Sebastian was the last person you wanted to see. After everything the two of you had gone through, all the glimpses you gave each other, all the near kisses, how could it not mean the same for him as it did you? Was his overprotectiveness for you something brotherly rather than romantic? You felt so stupid having mixed the two. You had fallen so deeply in love with him through the years, and now you’ve come to find he doesn’t see you in that way. He made it very obvious how smitten he was when Grace Pinch-Smedley fawned over him, professing her love and asking him to the ball.

“At least tell me what's upset you so.” He said sternly, interrupting your tragic thoughts.

You knew you should wait until your anger dissipated before speaking with him, but in that moment you didn’t care. You set down your gardening tools and turned to face him.

“How about we talk about you first, Sebastian?”

He let out a frustrated exhale through his nose and crossed his arms over his chest. “What about me?”

“I saw you and Grace speaking this morning, seems you were quite pleased with yourself. Care to share?”

He quirked his brow, not sure where you were heading with this. He remembered Grace speaking with him, but he didn’t remember feeling ‘pleased with himself’. “You saw Grace and I, did you?”

“I did.” You turned back to the chomping cabbages then. “Seems she was doing more than just asking you to the ball.”

He inwardly cringed at the memory. He was flattered at her confession, sure. But the part where he had to reject her had really taken away anything pleasant about the moment. “She told me she had been... harboring feelings for me.” He got shifty thinking back on it, getting rejected after spilling your guts like that must be dreadful.

You took note of his body language, and rosy cheeks. It was salt in the wound and the scowl on your face deepened. “No need to be so bloody bashful about it, Sebastian.” You mumbled.

He stilled then. You thought he was ‘bashful’ thinking back on his interaction with Grace? The gears in his brain started turning.

In that moment, you figured this was your last chance to lay it all out there for him. Since Grace very blatantly told him she wanted more than just a date to the ball, best to tell him how you felt now before they were officially together.

You turned to him fully. “Sebastian, do you care for me?”

His heart began racing and he straightened. “Of course.”

“Like you care for Anne and Ominis?"

“I do.” He said with conviction.

“So, like a sibling?”

“I - Well, I -”

“Because I don’t care for you like a brother, Sebastian.” You took a step towards him.

He was entranced, listening close to everything you had to say. The air between you two grew thick and it clicked for him then. The possessiveness he usually felt over you was now what you were feeling over him. You were under the impression he accepted Grace’s feelings... and you can’t stand it. A rousing sensation shot through him. He wanted to see what more you would do with this newfound greediness for him.

“Perhaps you should have gotten to me before Grace did.” It was bold. He knew he was treading on thin ice, but seeing you act in the way he usually did was a turn of the tables he never knew he wanted to see. He was going to egg you on, get as much of this avaricious side out of you as he could before you devoured him like the plants in this room wanted to.

You reached out to him and began trifling with his tie. He stood perfectly still, afraid that if he moved you’d get discouraged and release him. “Are you telling me you would have been mine if I got to you first?”

Oh yes. “Suppose we’ll never know, considering you didn’t.” This wasn’t at all how he thought confessing his feelings to you would go. But this was a much more electrifying way to do so.

The two of you had unknowingly stepped closer to one another, pulled together like magnetic stones. Your hands were no longer fiddling with his tie, but rather holding it, ever so gently pulling him towards you. “So I’ve lost you, have I?”

Fight for me. Don’t let anyone else have me. “And if you have?” He wanted to find out what your lips tasted like more than he ever had before. He was so close, and eyed them oh so hungrily. But he tried to hold strong a bit longer, so he could know if you were feeling just as carnivorous for him as he always had for you.

The fire in your eyes almost had him on his knees.

Claim me. Claim me as I’ve claimed you.

Giving his tie a hard yank, you pulled him to you and caught his lips with yours. You didn’t waste any time, straightaway tasting his bottom lip with your tongue. Keeping an unyielding grip on his tie, you shot a hand up to his hair and held tight. He put his hands on your hips, and couldn’t stop himself from pulling at your shirt so it came untucked. His hands roamed around your lower back, under your shirt to feel your skin.

Your movements in this kiss were the result of years of pining. There was both an ache to take it slow, feeling everything you both possibly could, and an urgency to make up for lost time right then and there. Now that you finally had him... Wait wait wait, I don’t have him.

You tore yourself from him and walked away, tucking your shirt back in.

“Wha - What? Where are you going?” He was breathless and dizzy and disheveled from your kiss. Get back here.

“Go to Grace.”

He groaned. He should have known keeping up the Grace ruse would have some sort of consequence. But in the moment, he was so obsessive over the fact that you wanted to stake your claim on him, he couldn’t help himself. “I lied about Grace. I turned her down.”

You turned to face him, still keeping your distance across the greenhouse. “Why would you -”

“Because being near you makes me crazy, that’s why!” He shot a hand through his hair, more out of anguish than to fix the mess you made. “I’m mad for you. How have you not noticed? This... possessiveness you have over me today? I feel it for you all the time. So, I’m sorry if I crossed a line, I -” He let out a shaky breath, trying to put the words together. “Seeing you act how I have... I wanted to relish it a bit longer. Forgive me.”

You remained where you were, but he could see your features shift. “Enjoyed my suffering, did you?”

Trying to keep his composure, he nodded his head. Your sultry look had his blood heading somewhere it shouldn’t in the middle of the greenhouse.

He may have been slow catching onto your jealousy, but he was quick to catch that you wanted his lips back on yours. Ravenous himself, he strode up to you and pulled you back against him.

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subastian-swallows · 1 year

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HOGWARTS LEGACY CHARACTERS:

How they would kiss you ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

Sebastian:

Sebastian’s most intimate kisses would be saved for behind locked doors, despite his overly confident nature. Those kisses, the noises you make, are his alone. These kisses, are filled with desperation and an intense need to feel you completely connected with him. He loves you underneath him the most, when you kiss. The power of you being under his control, is something you both enjoy and yet, it’s never too much. He needs to touch you at all times, whether it be simply holding the side of your head, running a finger along the ticklish part of your neck or roaming your body — he needs it.

However, Sebastian isn’t shy. Nor is afraid to show everyone, that you are his and he is yours. So, in more public settings, such as Hogsmeade, the castle halls or more enjoyably — the Great Hall, Sebastian showers you with head, cheek and lip kisses. A big favourite of his, is kissing your hair, especially when he's in a rush and doesn't have long to sit around — but, he never leaves you without a kiss and even if it's an 'awkwardly rushed, slip of his mouth getting caught in your hair' kind of kiss, he always makes sure he gets at least one in.

Ominis:

Ominis' kisses are always intimate. He is a 'shows exactly how much you mean to him, behind closed doors kind of guy' — and prefers to keep his kissing, hidden away from others. Those kisses, are tender and filled with passion, yet, uncertainty. As if, he isn't so sure of himself, but eventually — he grows almost overly confident and bold and suddenly, it's like you've been struck by lightening. Ominis needs to touch you. It's how he connects with you on a deeper level, guiding his fingers constantly along your skin, your lips, your nose, your eyelids — everything. He must touch you. Your lips are his favourite of course and his constant teasing as he traces them, over and over — eventually makes you go wild and you just have to take charge.

Garreth:

Garreth's kisses are constantly filled with laughter, mumbling and hiding his face into the crook of your neck — especially when he snorts by accident and gets embarrassed. Garreth constantly showers you with awkward kisses, often when he tries to scare you in the Great Hall or in the Library — but, it only ever goes wrong, when you're caught. He's always kissing you. Whether it's with his arms wrapped around your shoulders, face hidden against your skin or leaning over you to reach for more ingredients for a potion and stealing a kiss when Professor Sharp isn't looking. Garreth's kisses are mostly sweet, he's a dork at heart — though he's bolder than he looks and eventually at times, he cares little for where you both are and you must swat him away in embarrassment.

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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In The Library

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader

Summary - Request for “Could you please write a NSFW scenario where Ominis and the female MC are working on homework in the library at night time. They start chatting, first about normal, everyday stuff but then the conversation turns playfully risqué, the topic comes up and MC admits that she's never been intimate with anyone before, Ominis is a little surprised because he thinks her and Sebastian have probably gotten together but MC admits that she has a crush on Ominis and then things kinda go however you want from there. Maybe they end up messing around in the library, out of sight? I love your writing ♥️"

Word Count - 1,540

Warnings - 18+ smut, somewhat exhibitionist

A/N - I feel like this definitely appeals to the folks who really like dialogue and dirty talk

You and Ominis were sat next to each other in the library. You had been lucky enough to find a spot with peace and quiet and best of all, Sebastian hadn't come to intrude you. You really enjoyed spending alone time with Ominis and felt like it didn't happen often enough.

You were about finished with the questions you had to answer for the assignment you were working on and you kept stealing glances at Ominis. He had such a particular beauty about him. His alabaster skin and clouded over blue eyes were such a striking contrast. His blonde hair always sat perfectly atop his head and you had such a strong urge to run your fingers through it to mess it up.

You loved watching his fingers glide across the braille pages in front of him it was almost as mesmerizing as listening to him read out loud to you. You caught yourself leaning towards him when your chair tipped over and you bumped right into his shoulder.

"Sorry," you muttered as you pulled yourself back up.

"Are you tired, Y/N?" Ominis marked his page before closing up his book, "We can be finished for the night if you'd like."

"No! I — I mean, no. I just finished with what I was working on for now so I was lost in my thoughts for a minute. I didn't mean to intrude in your personal space and distract you."

He smiled softly, turning to face you, "I don't mind. It might be good to take a break for a few minutes."

He leaned back, stretching out his arms and fingers over his head and you just fell back into admiring him. His smiled turned into a smirk and he rolled his eyes in your direction.

"I can tell you're staring at me."

Your cheeks turned red and you shuffled your books around to seem busy, avoiding his statement.

"It seems Sebastian hasn't landed you in detention in a few weeks."

You appreciated his change in topic and shrugged, leaning forward with your elbows on the table, "Well, he's been spending a lot of time with that student who showed up in 5th year. I'm not really sure what that's all about."

Ominis read your tone as one of jealousy, "Is that such a problem?" He sounded slightly annoyed, assuming you'd much rather have been studying with the other boy instead.

"I think it's pretty relaxing not having him around all the time," you confessed, struggling to read his expression, "I think it's been too long since you and I have spent time together without being his babysitter."

"I do agree, but I'll admit I thought you were closer with Sebastian than that."

"What are you talking about?" You angled your chair towards him, curious.

"I just thought that, well, you were..." his words trailed off and he gestured with his hand, trying to get you to understand the end of his sentence.

"Oh, gross! I would never with him. What is wrong with you Ominis? He's just an annoying brother to me."

This had his interest piqued; to hear that you lacked an intimate interest in Sebastian, but here you were with him.

He laughed lightly, "You can't blame me for thinking that. I'm not the only one. If not him then who else? Is there a mystery man in your life?" He teased you.

You felt a little taken aback that Ominis was asking you that. It also caused you to feel somewhat bashful.

"Well, no, why does there have to be anyone? What about you? I don't see ladies crawling all over you."

He wet his lips, giving you his full attention as he reached out to place a hand on your bicep.

"I might tell you, but we are talking about you right now. We spent the better part of 7 years here and there's no one that's caught your interest? That you've even experimented with."

You nearly choked on your own saliva when he asked you that. You hissed his name from your lips, quieting your voice to continue the conversation.

"Are you serious? You're asking me that here? No, I've never done anything like that, I'm way too busy with my studies."

"Never? What does that extend to? Surely you've kissed someone."

"Of course I have. Here and there, but nothing that was memorable, nobody I even care to remember."

"Have you had any clothes off with anyone around?" His voice was low and you convinced yourself that it was just to be quiet and avoid getting in any trouble.

You squeezed your thighs together to hide the heat you were feeling, but unfortunately his hand was firmly above our kneecap.

"O-Ominis, why are you asking me these questions?"

He traced over your leg with his fingers, completely fixated on you.

"I'm just curious."

You scooted your chair closer to him out of fear that you would be caught having this conversation any moment. Even if it was just Sebastian it would be mortifying.

"No, I haven't okay. I just wanted to wait for the right person."

"If that's true why are you telling me all of this?"

You turned your face away from him, speaking so he could barely hear it.

"I wanted you to be the person. I always have."

When you said that every ounce of restraint that Ominis had flew out the window. He sat up straight and took his hand back to adjust himself in his chair. He then searched for your chin, turning you back towards him.

"Then take off your undergarments."

You were floored, not having expected those to be the next words from his mouth. He felt your jaw go slack and leaned into your neck.

"If you keep your mouth open like that then we're going to have to go somewhere else." You shivered hearing the lust in his voice.

You looked around and there wasn't a soul near you. You could hear faint chatter from the first floor, but you were fairly isolated in a corner all the way up on the second floor.

You moved your hands underneath the table, jumping when he places a hand back on your thigh. His touch feels like fire now. You sit up enough to slip your underwear past your bottom and over your thighs where Ominis catches it with a finger. He slides them past your knees and lets them hit the ground with no remorse.

"You're a good girl," he remarks.

You lean against his shoulder as his hand slides past your thigh, catching some of the wetness that had leaked from your underwear.

"Ominis w-what are you doing?"

"Well, I'm not seeing anything, but I'm okay with skipping over that part for now to feel some things instead. And to make you feel some things that I think you need."

You bit into your lip hard, turning your face against his arm and clutching at his cloak as you felt a finger prodding your slick. He dragged his finger through your folds, nudging your sensitive clit and you whined against him.

"And you want to do this here?"

He swirled his finger around your entrance, slowly making his way inside.

"Merlin, you're tight," his voice was breathy as he continued going in and out of you, "There are a lot of things I'd like to try elsewhere, but I think you enjoy the risk of being in here."

He added a finger inside of you, stretching your walls and making you squirm in your seat. You squeezed your eyes closed when he added his thumb to your bundle of nerves, continuing to pump in and out of you at a steady pace.

"Ominis," his name feel from your lips are you were begging him, but you weren't sure what for. You knew you should want him to stop and not do this here, but you hadn't ever felt so good. It was nothing like any time you had ever touched yourself.

"Say my name just like that when you cum, okay?"

You were practically falling over into his lap as you started to see stars. He held you up and kissed the top of your head as he rubbed quicker circles.

"Cum for me, darling, I wanna feel your pussy pulse around me." You clamped a hand over your own mouth as you bucked your hips against his palm eagerly. You muttered his name and though it was muffled you knew he must have heard it.

As you rode out your orgasm you rested yourself in his lap, feeling exhausted, but happy. He used his free hand to nudge you upright into your seat. He would have loved to see the look of bliss on your face, but he had to settle for your gasp when he removed his fingers from you and put them in his mouth, sucking them clean with a soft pop.

"You taste wonderful, Y/N. I think I'll be hungry for seconds very soon."

You sighed and rested your head against your hands to catch your breath. Truly, your brain was just catching up to everything that just transpired.

"Ominis, you are going to be the death of me.

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snatch, latch and loose your head — ominis gaunt x fem!reader

Ominis grows tired of the the long game and hearing other people ask you out – so he takes matters into his own hands as he makes it clear what you are to one another ˚∗✴︎ ❤︎

plot summary: (slightly possessive) older ominis gaunt x fem!reader

During one of your late night readings in the archives of the Ministry of Magic you’re interrupted by someone you thought were out of town. Feelings that you’ve tried to stifle claw within you at a sudden and unfamiliar closeness. A shift in the air makes it clear that you're not the only one feeling frustrated.

warnings: recommended 18+ , kissing, smut, hot, heavy and all things nice

It was getting late, but the new alchemy study touching upon metaphysical speculations and the refinement of transformative magic within the branch of herbolical alchemy was just starting to get interesting. Your hand moved rapidly and decisively on top of the parchment as you wrote down points throughout the text. ”Surely it would be better to use the sap of sequoia in this case…” you spoke quietly to yourself before underlining your notes: Try sequoia instead. ”They should know that…” you muttered.

Being the only known keeper alive had its perks, one being you were allowed to come and go as you pleased within the Ministry of Magic, borrow artifacts, space – or whatever it was you needed, the ministry could more than often supply. This time you had placed yourself within one of the ministry’s smaller archives in the department of mysteries. It had large windows with deep alcoves along one wall of the room that emanated the perfect blue soft light to read in. The space had started to empty out a couple of hours ago until it was only you and an archivist named Melvin left. He had diligently assisted your every wish, managing to find the exact papers you were after while completely ignoring his colleagues need for help as they vexed him with their eyes. He had then roved all around you like a restless ghost before he finally mustered up the courage to ask you out on a butterbeer or two. He was good looking and pleasant enough, but, alas, you weren’t attracted to him. So, you kindly declined. Perhaps another time, you told him, to let him down easy. Finally you had the space all to yourself. The room had fallen perfectly quiet and the only thing you could hear was the pencil moving against the paper.

”Oh… Murtlap and Valerian, huh…”you whispered to yourself as you dove deeper into a paragraph.

“It's endearing hearing you mumble to yourself...” a quiet voice suddenly spoke, pulling your nose from out of your notes. You felt your heart skip a beat at the realisation that you weren’t alone anymore. A sharp cramp shot through your neck as you, by a mere reflex, quickly twisted your head to where the voice had appeared beside you. Your eyes caught ahold of a sleek figure leaning against one of the shelfs, misty eyes looking down towards you. “Merlin, Ominis…” you winched as your hand flew up to your neck that cried and twisted itself painfully at your sudden movements. ”One of these days you’re going to make me loose my head.” you whined while massaging your neck.

Ominis couldn’t help but tug a little at his lips. ”Oh, I wouldn’t want that-” he spoke, swaying slowly, both on his words and heels. ”–besides, that’s Sebastian’s pastime... It wouldn't be fair of me to steal that from him. You know how he gets.” he spoke. Even if he couldn’t see it, you rolled your eyes at him. Although, you always had an inkling he knew each time you did. ”Also... I like your head right where it is.” he finished. You looked up at him just in time to see the grin grow slightly larger. You watched him in silence for a little while, still massaging your neck. ”Cheeky.” you mumbled, a smile tugging at your own lips as you stretched out your leg to nudge his with yours. You felt a growing and familiar sensation flutter in your stomach at the sight of him – one that always yanked at your heart, that you’ve taught yourself to submerge, quiet, stifle, choke… Well, you had tried it all, but to no lasting effect.

”I didn’t know you had already returned fro-” you started before your neck retorted by twinging again, making you winch. ”Merlin-” Ominis spoke at the sound of your soft wails beneath him. ”I didn’t mean to cause any actual harm.” he added as a somewhat guilty frown bowed above his eyes. ”I’m more and more certain you actually enjoy hearing me whimper.” you mumbled. Ominis huffed out a light chuckle. ”Now, I wouldn’t necessarily phrase it that way…” he spoke quietly. The fluttering in your stomach took on new life at the sound of him, releasing a melting hot flood that washed over you - leaving you soaked in the alcove.

You didn’t decline Melvin’s invitation because you weren’t attracted to him – you declined it because you were hopelessly in love with someone else: your best friend, Ominis. It’s rather difficult to catch feelings for someone when someone else had already caught them. A couple of years back, something shifted within you that shed new light on Ominis . He had always been one of the trio, your best-friend-Ominis, the proper, level-headed friend keeping both Sebastian and you out of trouble, always by your side when you needed him, aiding you both in physical pains as well as mental ones, attentive and gracious, a guiding hand – and suddenly you all grew up – and he grew to be more protective of you as you had to travel across the world to different sources of ancient magic, always keeping tabs on you (almost to a fault), patching up your wounds when needed... and he started to smell intoxicatingly good, and his lips curved in this really, sultry, yet boyish kind of way whenever he smiled, and he was always awfully dapper, something that you hadn't really cared for at all, until you noticed how well he carried it... and when he started to work at the ministry he became a renowned auror, and with every other charm of his it all accumulated to him becoming a popular bachelor (which he was outside of the ministry as well, which pained you each time the boys and you went out) – and girls in all ages fell for his effortless flair, swooned after him… and, eventually, you couldn’t resist his charm and swooned too… or perhaps you became brutally aware of the feelings that had always been there: love, but not only platonically. Dwelling on those feelings scared you. He was your friend, your best friend – and he’d always been that. Sure, some borders seemed to have been blurred along the years, and he seemed to stretch the meaning of friend to its brim, but then again he taunted you mad, like a friend would... The feelings would subside, eventually – right? Well, hopefully they would. Otherwise you would have to give Melvin a proper chance… or any of the other wizards drooling after The Hogwart's Hero. Gosh, it was exhausting. Nevertheless, you tried your very best to quiet the soft, longing and rather embarrassingly needy voice that clawed at you whenever Ominis was around – or away, for that matter.

You couldn’t help but twist your head up towards him where he stood, eyes somewhat shielded behind your lashes. Once again you winched. ”Easy.” Ominis spoke before he stepped closer towards the alcove where you sat. ”You’re tormenting me on purpose… I’m sure of it.” you cried weakly before sighing – referring not only to your muscles contorting but the way he made you feel. You heard a soft sigh leave his lips as he placed himself beside you where you sat in the window. A soft glowing red beacon of light lingered in the air next to you both. A couple of years back he had managed to separate it from the tip of his wand so that it existed on its own, part of him but apart from him, always around him – allowing him to move more freely. You peered up at it pondering the fact Ominis was peering back at you through it. ”Perhaps I am.” he spoke at your side. You turned towards him, frowning slightly. ”I thought that was Sebastian’s pastime…” you mumbled. ”Well, it’s a complex hobby – better to share the responsibility… You are a handful.” he teased. You nudged his leg again, making him smile. ”You’re awfully smug this evening.” you mumbled again, trying your best to sound as unaffected as possible. If he could have seen you, your cheeks would have given you away in a heartbeat. Ominis shot you a soft grin. ”What are we dissecting tonight, hm? Except for that head of yours, of course.” he spoke as he leaned back against the alcove, making himself more comfortable. ”Ha-ha… hilarious. There will be no dissecting of heads.” you muttered as you peered at the red light looming in the air, your hand still gripping at your neck. ”Well, it’s a new study within Spagyric… I’d like to be able to create – perhaps a smaller bush, with smaller leaves – that in itself held the same properties of wiggenweld… yet more soothing, as dittany itself – that lasted longer, more concentrated, acting with more efficiency-” you spoke a tad too hurriedly, making your neck cry again and you groan irritably. "Merlin, knows I need it.” you added as you pressed your eyes together. ”Sounds… complicated.” Ominis answered to your ramble.

”Here.” Ominis suddenly spoke as he motioned you to turn to him with his hands. ”What?” you mumbled as you turned towards him, frowning at his hands floating between you. ”I can try to ease the ache a little.” he spoke leisurely. ”I don’t think we can conjure up that new plant of yours tonight… but some good ol’ fashion kneading might do the trick.” he added with a soft smile. Your frown deepened – first looking at him, then at his hands – you were still pinching at your own neck as it twisted itself defiantly. ”…or you can continue to suffer, since you seem to enjoy it so much.” Ominis spoke, his hands falling down into his lap as he sighed, his smile evaporating into thin air. ”Are you actually offering me a massage?” you asked, frowning even deeper. You felt your stomach twirl a little at the mere thought of it – his lean hands on your neck, sitting close to him… You felt yourself grow a little bit lightheaded as your thoughts trailed off. You shook your head in order to return to the room in which you both sat. ”Yes.” Ominis spoke. ”I am.” he added matter-of-factly. There was this tone that lingered in his voice, as if he indicated that you were being childish the way you reacted to his proposal, which made you want to prove to him that you didn’t care about the situation at all – that the thought of him massaging you didn’t affect you the slightest. So, you straightened your posture a little, as much as your neck could muster, and shrugged. ”Why not.” you spoke, feigning apathy. You felt yourself swoon as you realised what you’d agreed upon – i.e, id est, that is, the most intimate physical contact the both of you had ever had. Merlin, pray he’s horrible at it, you thought to yourself. ”Swell.” Ominis spoke knowingly, a soft grin creeping up on his lips.

You turned where you sat, making Ominis reposition himself at the sound of your movements so that you could place yourself between his legs in the alcove. Once again he motioned with his hands for you to scooch closer. You swallowed down what felt like a stone as you slid yourself into the gap. You felt the warmth of his body emanate against you as you moved closer – sending a shiver up your spine. Trying to ease the sudden and almost deafening silence that creeped into the space between you, you chuckled lightly. ”Lucky me – ” you spoke, trying to sound as calm as possible, yet coming off rather meekly. ”–the ministry’s renowned auror himself offering me a private massage in the archives... Scandalous, really.” you added. You felt your cheeks burn hot. ”Not only does he have nimble feet, my dear wizards, witches, goblins and other fiends – he also has nimble hands… Who could have guessed.” you spoke musingly. ”Oh, you’d be surprised.” he spoke cooly before you felt the fingertips of his hands grace the back of your neck as he removed your hair. You tensed at the feeling – resulting in your neck twisting itself again. ”Relax.” Ominis spoke as he felt you do the opposite of what he wanted you to do. You merely nodded, falling completely silent at the close proximity of you both. ”There’s no use if you’re going to clench up like a shell – despite popular belief, I’m not going to hurt you.” he added. You felt his breath behind you. It was warm against your skin and smelled slightly of mint. ”I am relaxed.” you retorted, slightly irked – but only at your own lack of cool and the slight fear Ominis might smell your faltering composure on you. You felt Ominis huff out a breath. ”Right… you’re in desperate need of a rub if you’re always this stiff.” he spoke before his hands made contact with you, making you blush madly.

He felt soft and rough at the same time. ”Merlin, Ominis…” you instinctively breathed out. You couldn’t help but close your eyes at the feeling of his hands and fingers gently pushing into and against your neck. Of course he’s good at it, you cursed within your head. His thumbs rubbed slow circles on you as he traveled up and down your skin while his other hand gently held onto your shoulder – keeping you in one place. Without realising it you leaned backwards a little, tilting your head to the side as he strengthened his grip. "Is this alright?" he spoke softly. You could merely hum in agreement as an answer, completely captivated by the movement of his hands. "Hm, good." he mused quietly. The muscles in your neck cried out in joy as they released tensions that reached down your spine – making you feel ten times lighter. It felt as if you were standing right next to the sun as it warmed you from within, intensely, turning you into a mere puddle where you sat. Ominis smirked behind you as he felt you grow more relaxed with each second that passed. As you were melting into him he could feel himself grow more tense as you leaned against him. ”I heard Zatcher asked you to grab a couple of butterbeers with him…” Ominis spoke quietly behind you. ”-and that you kindly declined.” he added. ”Oh...” you spoke hazily, finding it difficult to speak when you felt as relaxed as you did. "That's how you knew I was here." you mumbled, mouth slightly open, eyes closed. ”I met him as he was heading out – and he asked me about you…” he spoke. You couldn’t help but feel a little smug. ”-wondering if there’s anyone else in the picture, and if I could... put in a good word...” he added, almost sounding a little repulsed as he continued to massage your neck and shoulders, tracing your skin with his fingers. Without any one of you knowing it, you both cringed at the idea of him pairing you with someone else. You moaned quietly in front of him. ”It’s a crime that you’ve kept this talent of yours a secret until now…” you mumbled even more hazily, not really focusing on what he was talking about as your head gently swayed back and forth as Ominis kneaded your neck. ”Is there?” he asked earnestly. "Is there what?" you mumbled. Ominis sighed behind you. "Is there someone special in your life?" he repeated. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit frightened that he’d be able to hear your inner thoughts screaming that he was the one making your knees week, thighs tense and your heart unable to function properly.

”Well... " you gulped. "- no, not really.” you eventually answered quietly, sounding unsure. Ominis hummed behind you. ”Not really, huh… Then why’d you decline?” he continued. You sighed before you opened your mouth again. ”I just... I didn’t… feel like it…” you managed before he pressed down on just the right spot. ”Merlin, that feels good…" you breathed out. "The – world – needs – this – gift – of – yours… ” you added, breathing out your words in puffs to the rhythm of Ominis hands moving against you. Ominis chuckled quietly at you before sighing. ”Perhaps I don’t feel like sharing it with the world.” he spoke with a low voice – making that shiver travel up your spine again, sending goosebumps across your skin like a wildfire. Ominis felt your skin grow prickly as a slightly devilish smile grew on his lips. "Feel like it..." you repeated quietly, pondering his words. "Mhm, feel like it." he confirmed with a low voice. He clenched his jaw – but he couldn’t help but tighten his grip on you a little by impulse. His nails softly dug into your skin as your heart fluttered wildly within your chest. What in merlins name is happening, you thought while high on the feeling of your muscles being kneaded into a soft pile of nothingness while Ominis whispered sly remarks behind you that crawled under your skin. You gulped again.

”Well…” you mumbled, voice thick as your mouth grew dry. ”-in that case, I’m deeply… honored…” you continued as Ominis’ fingers creeped up a little into your hair. ”Mhm.” he hummed quietly behind you as he roamed your skin, making that little pit in your stomach flip again. ”-to be the exception…” you continued, trying to keep some type of composure, albeit finding it incredibly difficult, if not impossible as his fingers started to travel more freely in your hair, sending tingles across your body that tugged at your lower stomach. ”- and I’ll cherish it… forever – tell tales about… the hands… of… yours – no one will ever be able… to measure up…” you trailed off, leaning slightly more against his hands as he deepened his movements, slowing them down as he listened to you. His hand on your shoulder had now moved up into your hair, holding your head up in place as his other fingers traveled across your exposed skin that had moved closer and closer back towards him. He inhaled slowly.

”Only my hands?” he asked. You felt his hot breath much more clearly now, painting your neck with his humid words. Your eyes opened. ”Huh?” you mustered, choking a little on the air in your lungs. ”You’ll only tell tales about my hands?” he repeated. You felt your blood pulsate through you, echoing within your head. ”What else… would I tell tales about?” you asked. You tried to turn your head slightly back towards him, but he held your head in place – and it took you by surprise – he had you in a little lock, and he wasn't planning on letting you go. Ominis breathed in heavily. You felt his chest bump against your back, making you want to lean back with it as it retracted. ”Those nimble feet of yours, perhaps?” you teased, fumbling for a better reaction – not knowing where you were heading. He shook his head. ”You always try to wiggle yourself out with wits.” he spoke with a low voice, still grasping onto your hair, messaging your neck ever so slowly. ”And no, not my nimble feet – even though they deserve honoree mentions…” he added, musing you. A silence grew between you as he continued to knead your head and neck. Your eyes were still open. You didn’t dare to close them in order you’d miss something. ”What then?” you asked with a soft voice soaked with anticipation.

You felt Ominis’ fingers in your hair tangle themselves deeper as he gently tugged you back. Suddenly he pressed his lips against your neck – softly. They were gentle and wet – and they burned cold against your scorching skin. You gasped as he pulled away. The tip of his nose graced against your skin until it reached your earlobe, breathing against you. You closed your eyes again, swooning at the sensation as he placed yet another soft kiss on you. ”Right…” you swooned, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape. ”I… can tell tales... about that...” you mumbled quietly. "-but..." you continued quickly. "-I might need more, just to be... sure...." you added. "-more information about it, and such... for the tale's sake, of course..." you finished rather incoherently as each word grew smaller. Ominis crowed behind you. ”Oh, is that right? For the tale's sake?” he quietly spoke against you as he scavenged your skin with his lips and nose – you merely hummed in response. ”Well, you have always been meticulous when it comes to your research.” he spoke with a low voice as he traced your neck with his lips, making your lower stomach ache. You hummed again – hoping he’d place another kiss on your skin, longing for it.

”And a tale should have depth… and layers, don’t you think …” he whispered. ”-suspense, several acts... interludes… before it all, eventually…” he whispered, placing the softest of kisses beneath your ear before leaning even closer. ”-reaches its peak.” he spoke quietly into your ear as you listened intently. His words echoed into your eardrums before they bounced within your chest until they landed somewhere deep down below – sending those goosebumps across your skin once again. ”What are we doing, Ominis?” you spoke rather breathlessly as a last resort, slightly afraid what this would turn into, yet longing madly for it. He hummed again. ”Hm…What are we doing...” he repeated quietly. ”Well, perhaps I’m merely educating you on the art of creating a compelling story…” he spoke slowly. ”-or I'm taking advantage of having you all to myself for once, actually enjoying tormenting you a little… ” he added before he placed a hot and heavy kiss against your neck, making you whimper lightly. ”-because I enjoy seeing you like this, all flustered…” he continued. The pit in your stomach widened and it felt as if you’d both would be consumed by it. ”-or perhaps I'd like to make it very clear for Melvin that there actually is a special person in your life…” he finished, voice low. "Isn't there?" he asked. You felt faint and you tried to catch your breath that was faltering slightly. A flood of emotions washed over you as you felt incredibly exposed. You merely nodded softly making Ominis hum. "And who is that?" he spoke, wanting to sweat you out. Your eyebrows bowed above your closed eyes, as in capitulation. You groaned quietly. "Ominis..." you begged. "Mhm?" he answered, cooly. Your head fell forward slightly. "Who is it?" he whispered, somewhat more stern. You sighed softly. "It's you." you finally spoke, very, very quietly.

It felt as if something flipped within you and Ominis quickly turned your head towards him, pulling your lips onto his. It was as if you had both gone without water for a century only to stumble upon a lagoon and instead of drinking slowly, you consumed and devoured. You breathed him in and you both clasped onto each other, pulling and tugging closer – wanting more, more, more. You gasped against each other’s lips, fighting for air in between kisses. The entire room grew hot, humid and heavy. The taste of him – spearmint and a certain deep and tangy sweetness, like plums, made you feel positively insane. His lips moved against you with ease and his hands were completely entangled with your hair and tightly wrapped around your neck as he pulled you even closer. ”This is insane.” you mumbled against him. ”Mmm, the good kind…” he hummed back. ”-like you.” he added. You groaned as you shook your head against him, not breaking the kiss. None of you were sure if you’d ever be able to stop now. It felt as if you’d entered nirvana and why would you ever leave heaven, willingly? They’d have to pull you away from each other, this window – or perhaps you’d become one with it.

You turned yourself towards him, making him move with you again – both flowing like water in a stream – pulling his other leg down as you straddled him. As you kneeled down, you keened quietly at the feeling of him pressing up against you. He placed a hand on your hip, harshly pressing you down even harder – making you both moan into each other’s mouths. His head fell backwards against the window as he tried to stifle another groan. You looked at him, his pale skin glowing in the soft blue light from the window, his eyes pressed closed. You softly traced his jaw with your finger, slowly moving down his neck and the strained veins traveling towards his hidden chest. Your fingers grabbed ahold of his tie as you began to loosen it. Ominis’ head leaned up towards you again, his milky eyes looking straight at you. You smiled a toothy grin before placing the softest of kisses on the corner of his lips, making him try to catch it with his as it caught him off-guard – but you started to sway your hips against him, continuing to loosen his tie – making his head fall back again as he sighed heavily. ”Merlin, y/n…” he mumbled quietly. You smiled again as you looked at him – slightly at a disbelief. The tie untangled as you tugged at it before you moved on to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning half of them before you became greedy and dove in with your hands beneath its fabric. You showered his neck with kisses as you slowly moved against him, tracing his skin with your hands, feeling him grow even harder. He sighed heavily at the feeling, overwhelmed with how good it all felt. He grabbed ahold of your neck and pulled you from his before intertwining his lips with yours. You whimpered against him as he pressed up against you, growing more impatient. ”Now you’re the one loosing your head…” you teased him, rubbing your cheek against his as you whispered into his ear – driving him insane at the sound as you reeled at the feeling of him pressing against your core as he groaned more loudly, sounding frustrated, as if you weren’t yet close enough. He placed one hand on your hip pressing you further and further down on him, guiding you as you swayed back and forth – one hand around your neck. You wailed quietly into the air before Ominis forced his thumb into your mouth, pulling your jaw against him and his lips. You keened at his forcefulness, his hunger – it seemed you hadn’t been the only one daydreaming about this. ”I’ll lose my head… heart… all.” he mumbled against you, breathing out his words. ”It’s all yours, anyways.” he finished. Those words became the nail in the coffin to whatever composure left in you.

Your hands flew down to the hem of his trousers, searching desperately for the buckle of his belt. Ominis waisted no time and started to unbutton your vest and shirt as well, and without much effort he pulled the fabric aside. ”Wait.” he panted, grabbing your wrists as your hands had started to zip down his trousers. You pulled back slightly. Both of your chests heaving madly from the lack of air as Ominis grasped onto the exposed skin of your waist. He allowed his other hand to slowly travel across your stomach, taking his time up towards your breasts where he felt the soft sheer fabric of your bra. You gasped for air at the feeling of his fingers on you, tickling you slightly. Ominis pulled down the thin fabric so that he could cup your breast as he drew circles around your nipple before tightening his grip, making you cry out quietly in a pleasurable pain that flooded all over you. ”You’re gorgeous.” he spoke quietly, gazing towards you, his cheeks flushed red. ”You can’t even see me, Ominis…” you panted softly.”I don’t have to.” Ominis answered. At that you both met in the middle, lips crashing against each other. Your hands tried to continue removing his pants but to no avail, tugging at its hems. You whined against him.

”I need you.” you muttered. A sly grin grew on his lips. ”Come again…?” he spoke quietly. You sighed. ”I need you.” you repeated. He hummed smugly before you felt his arms lift you off of him with ease, making you both stand up in front of the alcove. Your legs felt weak as you turned your head up against his as he looked somewhere above you. ”Well, why didn’t you just say so…” he mocked, the grin returning to his lips as he pulled down the last bit of his zipper before pulling down his trousers completely – as well as his boxers. You gaped, gasping quietly at the full sight of him. There was something feral in you that wanted out as you looked at him, heaving heavily where you stood. Since you weren’t moving or speaking, Ominis’ hands reached out to you. You peered up at his misty eyes again, seeing his eyebrows bow a little – concerned to why you’d gone quiet. You pulled his face down with your hands, seeing as his eyes fluttered a little at the touch of your hands on his neck. You pulled his lips against yours, making him bend above you. As he deepened the kiss you started to remove your own pants. It looked as if you both were dressed in rugs at this point – shirts half opened, vest on one shoulder, no pants… As you stepped out of yours, you pushed your hands against Ominis’ stomach for him to sit back down. You gulped where you stood, looking down at all of him – the proper and prim Ominis Gaunt now naked, love-drunk and completely disheveled in the window. His chest slowly moved up and down. Once again he reached out his hand between you and this time you took it – once again straddling him, without any layers in between. You lowered yourself onto his lap, this time there was a sense of gentleness to it all, and he clasped your face with his hands as he kissed you, softly. Your wet and warm core landed on top of his hard cock that twitched beneath you. You both sighed against each other before you both grinned, laughing lightly.

”This is insane.” Ominis spoke this time. ”The good kind…” you answered, lust soaking your words. ”-like you.” you both mumbled simultaneously against each other’s lips, making you giggle and Ominis shake his head, cringing a little at your sudden and unfamiliar lovey-dovey-ness… but at the same time you both reeled from how good it all made you feel. You broke the tenderness by starting to grind against him. Ominis groaned, slowly leaning his head against your shoulder. You held onto him, tightly, intertwined, as you both swayed – melting into each other. He felt incredibly good beneath you, but you wanted more of him, all of him. You kneeled up slightly before repositioning yourself on top of him, feeling his tip at your entrance. Ominis was still clasping onto you. You gently bopped up and down on his tip, making both yourself and Ominis cry out softly in pleasure. ”Merlin…” Ominis groaned, tightening his grasp on you, looking almost in pain. With one soft and slow movement you lowered yourself completely, feeling him stretch you to the brim as he tightened his grasp around you as you both gasped euphorically. You leaned your head backwards at the sensation as Ominis held you in place in his lap. It felt as if the entire room swayed. You moved slowly against him, both of you finding a soft rhythm, groaning and moaning into the empty space around you. ”Dearest-fucking-merlin-good-lords, y/n… you feel criminally good.” he groaned before he removed his forehead from your shoulder back to your lips. He felt a little bit starved for you as he returned, pulling you close against him as you began to sway, ever so slowly.

”You have no fucking idea how much I’ve wanted this.” he breathed into your lips, his hand caressing your hair. ”For how long I’ve wanted this.” he mustered. You’d never really heard him swear, ever. ”Language, mister Gaunt…” you teased, panting against his lips. He tugged harshly at your hair to reprimand you – you plunged deep on top of him to punish him back, making you both gasp and groan. You hummed slowly, panting in between kisses, feeling Ominis smile against you. ”You have no idea for how long I’ve wanted this.” you confessed, seeing this was a good time to do so – calculating that the risk of him not feeling the same way was rather low – since he was inside of you.”Is that so?” he hummed, pushing himself up into you rather forcefully, making you wail and dig your fingers into his skin. ”Mhm.” you bit down quietly, reeling from the feeling. ”Mhm.” he mirrored as you began to sway faster against him. You felt a knot start to unleash within you, crying softly against Ominis’ neck. The sound of him breathing heavily against you, humming, his quiet moans, your skin melting into his – both of you steaming, reeking with lust – drove you closer, and closer to the edge. ”I’m really, really close.” you whimpered into him, merely coming out as a whisper. ”Hm?” Ominis hummed pulling your face against his lips so that you faced each other. He held onto your neck behind your back as his other hands fingers curled into your skin as you started to sway more inconsistently. He was highly focused on not reaching his peak before you did. ”I’m really close.” you squeaked against his lips. You felt him grin, nod and hum happily before he thrusted up against you making you squeal into his mouth. ”Mm… just like that.” he groaned. You grabbed onto him with all the force left within you as you moved hurriedly against him, feeling him within you and around you, he was everywhere. He kissed your neck as you leaned against his shoulder. You wailed at him thrusting softly into you as he breathed heavily next to your ear. The knot started to unravel completely and you gasped for air – feeling as if your head was about to implode for reaching too high too quickly. Ominis felt you spasm around him, growing tenser each time he moved. ”Mhmm… just-like-that, love.” he panted heavily, leaning his head back against the window, both of you clasping onto each other as if your life depended on it. You felt yourself twitch on top of him, pulling you up high above, scorching you by exposing you to the very center of the sun. Ominis pushed into you, hitting your wall. ”Ominis.” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulder, clasping onto the back of his hair, pulling him backwards as a wave of pure ecstasy washed over you, sending tingles down your entire body, bouncing back and forth. Ominis hissed at your nails scratching his skin and the feeling sent him above and beyond his limits. His grasp around you grew even tighter, almost suffocating the blood flow beneath his grip, likely to leave purple little labels on your skin tomorrow. He groaned harshly into the air before a sea of profanities flooded out of his mouth. You felt a hot, heavy flood push into you – you cried out softly, slightly deliriously, drunk on all things Ominis as he pushed you down deep. You both collapsed against each other, utterly dazed from your high, sweaty chests heaving against each other – and you stayed like that until the room grew quiet around you and all you could hear was the beating of each others hearts.

Ominis played with your hair as you leaned against his shoulder, letting his hand travel from your hair down to your back as he scratched tenderly, drawing small shapes as he hummed slowly. It felt as if you could fall asleep there and then. You started to move off of him only to have him tighten his grasp again, quickly stopping your movements. ”No.” he spoke. ”I want to stay like this.” he added, sounding positively inebriated on love, lust and longing. You laughed softly against his shoulder before you sighed. Bending up to his face, your nose gracing against his, eyes hooded as you breathed in his ruffled self, you placed a soft kiss on his lips. It was tender and quiet, but it spoke volumes. You both pulled away hesitantly. ”I’m not sure I’m ready for your colleagues to see me like this just yet.” you teased quietly making Ominis chuckle. ”No, I don’t think I want to share you like this either.” he spoke softly before licking his lips. You sat there for a while, just looking at him and his misty eyes gazing back at you, noses still touching against each other. ”What happens now?” you asked as a pit started to take shape within your stomach, twisting uncomfortably. A soft and gentle smile grew on Ominis’ lips before he inhaled slowly. He pressed another tender kiss on your lips, making you swoon again. ”Now…” he spoke. ”-I suggest we make ourselves look slightly more presentable – and after that I’m planning on snatching you home to my place – or you’re free to snatch me to yours, of course – but someone’s getting snatched, that’s for certain – and after that, we’ll take a long nap together, preferably in a bed, where we can do this again, and again, and again-” he spoke, making you giggle before you cut him of with a kiss. As you pulled away you both sighed. ”What do you say?” he asked quietly. You looked at him and his rosy cheeks and tousled blond hair. ”I’d love to get snatched by you.” you mused. Ominis hummed against you. ”Oh, I’m going to snatch you real good then.” he mused back.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x you #ominis x reader #sebastian x mc #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt smut

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thestrawberrybard · 4 months

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HL Boys reactions to a heartbroken F!MC

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Listen I ain't gonna lie I broke up with my boyfriend weekend before Valentines day and I just wanted to indulge in some fantasy comfort from my current obsession

I've never dabbled in this kind of writing so I'm sorry for any issues in the writing, please feel free to leave a constructive comment if you have one.

✨if there's enough wish for it I'll do a girls version ✨

pairings: Sebastian x F!MC, Ominis x F!MC, Garreth x F!MC

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Sebastian Sallow

You were hiding the restricted section of the library; it was the only safe place away from the constant reminder that love was nowhere in your grasp. You wiped your eyes in the cuff of your robe as you sat curled up in the corner, it was Valentines day but last night your partner, well Ex now, broke things off with you.

You couldn't exactly say you were surprised, you two had grown distant over the last few months, first they stopped showing up to your study dates claiming they was too tired from school and quidditch practice, then they stopped finding you at lunch in the Dark Arts Towers courtyard.

Luckily you had your friends you could eat with like Poppy and Natty, when they were busy you tended to join Ominis and Sebastian in the Undercroft as Sebastian would complain about your ex skipping out on you and Ominis would agree that it was no way to treat a lady.

When you had finally cornered your Ex asking them if they would like to go Hogsmeade for Valentines Day they just looked uncomfortable before taking you to bridge leading to lower Hogsmeade and began to break up with you.

“We just don’t have anything in common MC” they began “you're always running off on errands with either Poppy or Garreth and quite frankly I think you’re little too close to that Sallow friend of yours” they rested a hand on your arm as your eyes widened at what they were saying.

“Honestly MC…...I think its just better if we break up” and that was it, your world shattered underneath you and you went straight to the room of requirements so no one could see you fall apart.

And now you were here, sniffling in the restricted section feeling worthless when you heard the sound of the gate squeaking open, you held your breath frozen in shock horror at the thought of being caught like this.

“MC?” You recognized that voice, suddenly Sebastian undid his invisibility charm and crouched near you, he looked so worried.

“MC? Hey MC, what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” He placed a hand on your shoulder as he tried to look for any signs you were hurt.

You explain to him what happened, and his jaw tightened as he listens.

“That bastard” He growled under his breath.

He was mentally planning all the different ways he would make them eat their words for hurting you, on Valentines Day of all days! He moved in closer and held you as you sobbed a little

“They never deserved you MC” he said as you calmed down.

“Anyone would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend! You’re so loyal and kind to you’re friends, Hells! You go out of your way for people you don’t even know!” he pulled you back so he could look into your eyes.

“If they can’t see that then honestly MC, you’re the lucky one! Merlin’s beard if you were my girlfriend, I’d never disappoint you like they did!” his eyes held an intensity at his confession leaving you speechless and eyes wide.

“S-Sebastian…thank you” you mumbled as your cheeks turned hot.

He nodded as he started to think “MC will you be my Valentines? Platonically! if it’s too soon I just…. I can’t bear the thought of you alone and sad on a day like this.”

You looked into his deep brown eyes, your heart fluttering. You smile as you pull him closer.

“I’d be honoured Sebastian” and with that you close the gap between you two in passionate yet sweet kiss, after you pulled away Sebastian gave you the biggest toothiest grin and hugs you tight as you enjoy each other’s embrace.

The next day you couldn't help but notice that your Ex had mysteriously developed a significant limp, you turn to Sebastian with a questioning look, he simply winked and gave a mischievous smile as he wrapped an arm around you as he led you to class.

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Ominis Gaunt

The Undercroft was cold and silent, the perfect escape from the day that you honestly wish would end and never come again, it was Valentines Day, and all the other students were getting ready to go on dates, confess feelings and overall be happy and rub your misery in your face.

Ok that wasn’t fair it wasn’t the student’s fault that you got dumped on the romantic holiday, it was your now Ex’s fault. You were coming back from summoners court after a victory and was feeling pretty good about yourself.

Your ex was waiting by the main door for you, you went to hug them in greeting, but they just moved out of your grasp looking pained and asked if you could go somewhere private to talk, looking back you shouldn’t have been surprised, they had been avoiding you for months spending more time with their friends or just not inviting you out anymore.

Your friends had been trying to convince you that it might just be exam stress and to try not to worry, Imelda even offered to get your mind off things by giving you flying lessons. Sebastian and Ominis took to hanging out with you on your own errands, so you didn’t feel alone, it had actually been Ominis’ suggestion.

Your Ex took you to the greenhouse where they begin their little speech,

“Look MC we just aren’t compatible, we can never agree on what to do or even what we talk about.” They ran a hand through their hair in frustration.

“All you do is talk about your friends and when I try to speak you look completely uninterested and like you’d rather talk about Ominis like he’s god’s gift, so I’m done, its over” they didn’t even stay long enough for you to respond.

You acted on instinct after that, you just started walking and didn’t stop until you found yourself in the Undercroft and fell to your knees before the tears began and that’s where you remained until now. Your eyes red and puffy, your mouth dehydrated and your head pounding as you absent mindedly fiddled with a nearby pebble.

You almost didn’t notice the sound of someone entering, you looked up in time to see it was Ominis, you felt a little relief he couldn’t see your dishevelled state. You remained silent as he entered, wand guiding him.

“Hello? Sebastian? MC? I can hear whichever one of you breathing.” He stated turning, his wand scanning for her presence.

You bit your lip as you debated if you trusted your voice enough to call out for him as he made his way to your general position.

“Sebastian, I swear to Circe if you plan on jumping out at me I wi- “

"Its me Ominis!” you cringed at the sound of your croaky voice.

His face instantly melted into one of worry as he followed the direction of your voice sitting not too far from where you were, he looked a little panicked as he spoke.

“MC? What happened? Why are you hiding down here?” he reached out for you concerned.

You guided him to where you were sat as you explained what happened, his face unreadable as you went on before finally stopping you.

“They’re the biggest prat for breaking your heart” he spoke dangerously calm, his blank stare darkening.

“I can talk to Professor Black and have him give them a lifetimes worth of detention if you’d like?” he offered, a hint of a dark chuckled played on his lips.

You shook your head as the ghost of a giggle left your lips “its fine Ominis, truly they’re not worth it.”

“But you are MC, you’re worth so much” he interrupted earnestly.

“They’re blinder than I am if they can’t see they just lost the most valuable person in this school.” He felt for your hand before grasping it firmly “if I held your heart, I would cherish it as if it was the rarest gem in the world.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat and before you could stop yourself you engulfed the blind boy in a hug, he snaked his arms around your waist whispering softly into your ear.

“Even if its platonically I would cherish being your Valentines if you’d have me.”

You angled his face to meet yours in a tender soft kiss as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“I couldn’t think of anyone better to give my fragile heart to Ominis.”

You heard a rumour the next morning that snakes had inexplicably found themselves in your Exes pillows last night and gave them such a freight they refuse to enter the bedrooms, you went to ask Ominis about such a strange event and he just gave you a soft knowing smile as he acted shocked at the news before kissing your hand as you lead him to breakfast.

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Garreth Weasley

Is this really what you were reduced to? Hiding in a supply cupboard because the sound of others’ giddiness was starting to grate your nerves, it wasn’t the girl’s fault for your mood, but they weren’t helping either, you sighed leaning against the cauldrons.

You were going to meet your partner, well Ex now you supposed in the Great Hall for lunch but was surprised to find them waiting outside of potion class for you, they shuffled you into this cupboard asking to talk, instead of having compliments and kisses showered over you like you had hoped they instead five simple words.

“I want to break up.”

You nearly popped your eyes out of your skull with how wide your eyes went, you nearly thought, hoped even it was some cruel Valentines prank but no they were serious.

“Look this isn’t easy but I just don’t want this…I don't want a future with you, I’m sorry”.

They gave you an awkward pat on the arm before leaving you there dumbfounded, at first you giggled, then laughed, then the tears started falling as you laughed and sobbed like a women gone mad.

You eventually calmed down as you sat there, you felt like there was no point in leaving, you were a state and didn’t feel like being reminded of the pain in your chest, as you wallowed in the dark cupboard the door suddenly flew open, and you looked like a deer in headlights as Garreth stared down at you confused.

“MC? Why are you in the storage cupboard?”

You couldn’t help it, you let out a whimper as the tears started falling again.

“Oh shit! I’m sorry MC! For whatever I did I’m sorry please don’t cry!”

He panicked as he held you rubbing your back, you could hear the panic beat of his heart as he scrambled to fit inside the cupboard and close the door, it was a tight squeeze and you had ended up in his lap in the chaos, you couldn’t help but laugh as Garreth went red.

“It’s not you Garreth” you sniffed as you shifted so you were facing him.

You explained to him everything and why you were still in here crying, Garreth’s reactions went from concern, shock, disgust and finally a smile as he grinned down at you, an idea popping into his mind.

“Don’t worry about losers like them MC, they clearly can’t handle someone as great as you! And I know exactly what they need” he winked as you blushed at the enthusiasm.

“Well, I don’t have a Valentines either and I’d love to take you Hogsmeade for a butterbeer, we can go as friends if a date is too much” he looked down at you in his arms hopeful.

You couldn’t stop yourself and started laughing again and snuggled into his chest.

“I’d love to go as a date Garreth.”

His grinned somehow widened as he scooped you into a kiss, it was enthusiastic with a hint desperate relief before he pulled away and kissed away the few stray tears that fell from your eyes before carrying you out the cupboard, you squealed as he carried you to the corridor before letting you down and grabbing your hand “let’s get going MC!”

You didn’t see your Ex until dinner time the next evening, they were completely bald! You gawped as you turned to Garreth who simply laughed.

“Looks like someone slipped a hair loss potion in their shampoo, what a shame ey MC” he nudged you as the two of you chuckled amongst yourselves.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic

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cuffmeinblack · 7 months

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Bound in Blood

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

6.1k words

Summary: After several years, Sebastian is invited to visit by your betrothed, upending the cosy little life you've made for yourself with Ominis.

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A/n: I started this ages ago after writing Old Habits as a what-if involving infidelity, which then evolved into a vague idea about a blood kink. It turned out as neither. I enjoy exaggerating Sebastian's darker traits, so I hope you know what you're getting by now. Reader is an arsehole, Ominis deserves better.

He had you pinned to the wall once again, though this time you didn't belong to him—your body was not his plaything anymore. You told yourself as such in an attempt to stave off the lustful hunger that rose like bile in your chest and the ache that settled between your legs. The words were superficial, the truth hidden just below the surface; you wanted him, still. After everything he'd put you through, your heart still ached for Sebastian Sallow.

It wasn't that Ominis was a poor partner, far from it. You loved Ominis deeply, and if the man in front of you simply didn't exist, you felt you could live a long and perfectly content life alongside him. But Sebastian did exist, and he knew exactly what to say; to worm his way into your brain, plant a seed and let it grow and flourish until everything else was deprived of thought and there was only him. Only his idea, his words that filled your consciousness every waking moment and invaded your dreams.

Be mine again.

You'd been down this road once before and had your heart not only broken but shredded, left to Ominis to gently mend. His tenderness and unconditional love had seen you through your darkest days as Sebastian galavanted around the city without a care (or so you bitterly assumed). But there remained a missing part, a gaping hole nobody else could fill.

So here you were against the wall. Your living room wall. You could scarcely believe he was here, and at the invitation of your betrothed, no less. He truly hadn’t changed a bit, neither outwardly or inwardly it would seem—Ominis would be disappointed.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Sebastian,” you said bitterly.

“Don’t pretend to be disappointed. I saw your eyes light up when I arrived. They looked so dull before…what has our dear Ominis been doing with you?” he teased, stroking a finger down the side of your cheek.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of flinching away, only staring into his dark eyes with a bored expression that belied your racing heart. If he felt your pulse or caught the deepness of your breaths he’d know you were lying.

“Does Ominis really give you what you need?”

“He does. He loves me, Sebastian. And I him.”

“What we had was deeper even than love. We bled together. He doesn’t know the true depths of your depravity, does he?”

He was far too close. The grip around your wrist was already starting to ache and numb your fingers with its ferocity, your wand hand utterly useless. You weren’t scared of Sebastian, not exactly; the niggling uncertainty of that thought thrilled you as your body reacted to the adrenaline.

“Get off me, Sebastian. I don’t need your sick and twisted version of love.”

“I’ll ask you again; does he give you what you need? Not what you think you want, but what you really crave? I’ll bet he doesn’t hurt you, not even when you ask him to. No, he’s too good for that; too fucking pure.”

“That’s…not all there is to life. There are more important things than…”

“What could be more important than baring your soul to one another? Your innermost desires, hm?”

Don’t listen. Sebastian was a Siren and you his unwitting victim. A Veela with no shred of remorse, with the power to lure with a look and a beautifully deceptive song. You loved Ominis, and your heart ached with guilt for simply being in this compromising position.

“Ominis will be home soon,” you deflected, turning your head away from him.

Your eyes darted over his arm braced against the wall, his freckled forearm tanned from the sun except for a thin white scar that ran across the topside of his wrist—a memento of your time together. Sebastian sighed as you refused to meet his eyes, releasing his palm from the wall to turn your head.

“I only answered him so I could see you. It’s been a long few years,” he said.

“You should have known I wouldn’t want to see you...”

“That’s not true,” Sebastian snarled.

"You left, Sebastian."

"I regret that every day."

"Did you think I'd just wait around, hoping you'd come back?"

"I didn't think you'd fuck my best friend, that's for sure," he spat.

He sighed, seeing the pain in your eyes as the memories of his departure flooded your mind once again. Those days had been dark, the nights even darker. The only light a dim flame in the form of Ominis which grew brighter with every passing week. He hadn't managed to extinguish the gloom, but had made the path ahead navigable, more bearable.

"I'm sorry."

The apology shocked you, and the sincerity even more so. Sebastian was adept at manipulation but not even he could have feigned the shake in his voice and the glaze of his eyes. Your stomach churned, a turbulent sea that swelled when he touched your cheek. His calloused hands warmed your skin as you instinctively leaned into the touch. How quick your body betrayed you in his presence. Every fibre of your being felt compelled to fall into his arms on the sliver of hope that this time would be different. The thought faintly disgusted you, disappointed by your own weakness and Sebastian's own willingness to hurt his former best friend. You'd hesitated too long, and he'd grown impatient, taking your failure to pull away as consent.

Sebastian honed in quickly, the way he did in battle with swift, precise movements that left little time for retaliation. Your defenses had dropped and he'd taken advantage, capturing your lips before any protest could leave them—not that there was one forthcoming. He felt and tasted familiar and comforting despite everything, even the lingering taste of liquor coating his tongue. His hands barely landed on your waist before they were roaming your body, his weight pressed against you. The hum of deep satisfaction he poured into your mouth spoke of a longing that you echoed as your fingers found that fluffy brunet mane.

Tongues met in a breathy caress, fingers kneading and pulling as if trying to absorb one another, body and soul. The swirling guilt in your gut was almost crushed by the heavy swell of desire—almost. Ominis' words he'd spoken to you years ago came to the forefront of your mind whilst Sebastian was busy making short work of your blouse buttons.

"Let me be your comfort; my heart already belongs to you, all I ask for is time to earn yours."

Your lips froze, body ceasing its response to Sebastian's touch. The sudden frigidity halted his advance, eyes flickering open and lips departing. He pulled away merely an inch, eyes boring into yours in question.

"I can't. I can't do it to him."

Sebastian didn't have a chance to respond with an argument or plea, or whatever he had planned, before the click of a lock jolted you both into action. Your fingers fumbled with your blouse, hastily rebuttoning it whilst Sebastian tended to his hair. He was still far too close, apparently unwilling to part further than a hair's breadth. You slipped away, across the wall and towards the front door to greet who you presumed to be Ominis. Sebastian didn't follow, his scent fading as you made your way down the hallway.

"Ominis, you're back…," you said, hesitantly grasping his hand in welcome.

The remorse of what you'd done felt like a lump in your throat you were unable to swallow, making your voice sound strangled, pitched, guilty. If that were true, Ominis didn't pick up on the change in tone, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek as he pulled off his suit jacket. He stretched as if his body had been restricted by the fabric, finally free to relax. Or so he thought.

"You sound surprised, my love," he commented.

"I'm more surprised that Sebastian is here."

Ominis' eyebrows shot into his hairline; clearly he hadn't been expecting the visit either.

"Since when?" he asked, walking down the hallway.

You fell in behind him, watching him fuss over his shirt collar. As if Sebastian would care about such a thing. Mumbling something about Sebastian's sudden arrival as you entered the living room, until silence fell once more as the tension thickened and then curdled. Ominis must have recognised something; perhaps his scent, which now clinged to you like cigarette smoke. They stood in one another's presence for far longer than was necessary, neither deigning to speak first until you couldn't stand it any longer.

"Sebastian only got here about half an hour ago."

"Indeed. It was nice of you to receive me," Sebastian said with a piercing glare in your direction.

"You came," Ominis said, disbelieving. "If I was honest, I hadn't thought you would."

"Then why write?" Sebastian said with a hint of amusement.

That seemed to pull a small smile from Ominis, and the pair greeted one another properly. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries whilst you stayed in the background, but never ignored. Sebastian found it so easy to act as if nothing has happened. He'd come with the intention of stealing you away, shredding the last chance of rekindling his relationship with Ominis. Yet here he sat in your house, with your fiancé, sharing details of one another's lives. Had he given up so easily? Or was this merely a sickening ploy to gain access to your lives; to you?

The evening passed with no further misdeeds, only pleasant, if not slightly stilted conversation. One thing became apparent whilst the two men talked—they were very different people. Shaped by years of opposing decisions, their differences so obvious in school were now glaringly so. You wondered if Sebastian would visit again. This encounter had been close to disaster—too close. When Sebastian finally left, you vowed never to make the same mistake again.

3 days later

You wished Ominis would stop mentioning Sebastian. Every time his mouth uttered the name your chest would tighten and an overwhelming urge to run would wash over you. He'd asked you over and over how you felt about the meeting, and so far you'd only managed to mutter a ‘fine’ or deflect the question. By now, Ominis had realised that inviting him back into your life was a mistake, though perhaps not for the reason he thought.

Sebastian had managed to slither into your consciousness and lodge himself there like an unwelcome parasite, feeding off whatever uncontrollable longing you still held for him. The tumbling thoughts refused to be banished even as you made love to Ominis, unable to stop the constant comparisons. Even his dexterous fingers couldn't coax you back to reality, nor the skillful flick of his tongue. The swirling guilt returned with a vengeance as you came undone imagining a certain brunet nestled between your legs. It tore at your heart how much Ominis cherished you; his gentleness had been such a balm when you'd come to him with open wounds. After Sebastian. You let the tears fall after your orgasm ebbed away, silently, with Ominis none the wiser.

“Are you okay, my love?” he said softly into your neck.

His warmth enveloped your back, pale arms flecked with beauty marks wrapped tightly around your waist. You'd loved those marks, still did—but now you thought of myriad freckles on tanned forearms, scarred and roughened. Imperfect. Just like you.

“I am. We should get ready for work,” you replied.

Ominis groaned in assent, reluctantly relinquishing his grip and slithering off the bed with a parting kiss to your cheek. You smiled despite yourself, missing the embrace as soon as it was gone. Settling into your morning routine was easy; showering together, dressing beside each other, eating breakfast by the window. Ominis enjoyed the sun warming his skin as he sipped his Darjeeling. The scene was idyllic, and it filled you with sadness. When had this become not enough? The answer was obvious. Three days ago. Amongst the lure of the unknown, heady passion and danger, the monotony of your safe little life full of love felt suddenly stifling.

“I'll see you later. I may be a little late if the Minister is doing the rounds,” he said, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

Before his lips left your skin, you turned your head to kiss him properly, messing up his neatly knotted tie in the process. As your lips locked as they had a thousand times before, you felt as if it were for the last time. A desperate clinging to what had been that no longer satisfied. You could have wept then, and you did once he'd stepped out of the door.

Sitting and staring out of the window, it took you far too long to muster the energy to stand. You'd be late for work if you lingered any longer on your dark thoughts. You were slipping on your cloak when the roar of fire caught your attention, the crackling from the fireplace all too familiar with the green glow that filled the room. You crossed the room to the fireplace, now settled in a gentle flame and burning embers. There was a face waiting for you; strained, unwelcome, beautiful.

“Sebastian. What's wrong?” you asked, crouching at the hearth.

“You can tell?”

“Of course I can.”

Sebastian hummed, his eyes flicking away for just a second before returning to you with a plea, evident even in the flickering mirage.

“I need a favour.”

“Ominis just left for work…”

“From you.”

“What is it?”

“I need to retrieve something important and I could do with some backup.”

“Backup? Are you expecting trouble?”

“Perhaps,” he said vaguely. “It's at my old home. I haven't been back for a while, but there's something of Anne's I want to retrieve…”

His voice trailed off and the silence enveloped you. You should have said no, that this was none of your concern. You had a job to get to, a fiancé to return to at the end of the day. This was a request from Sebastian, though, and you'd never been good at denying him anything. A vague thought crossed your mind that made you shudder; that he was merely using you and your formidable power as a means to an end, but you buried that along with the rest of the reasons you should have denied his request.

“I'll help. Where shall I meet you?”

His smile tugged at your heart; that particular smile he used when he got his way. Soft and somewhat cheeky that widened his eyes and caused a swell of something you'd fought hard to deny.

“Colliers Street. I'll see you soon.”

With that, he was gone, leaving you with a cold chill despite the still lit fireplace. A flick of your wand extinguished the last of the embers and you stood, hastily fastening your cloak and pulling on sensible shoes for whatever Sebastian had in store. It wasn't likely to be anything mundane. The thrill was what led you to the front door, the curiosity pushing you past the threshold. Down a flight of stairs you fled, around a corner to the brick alleyway where you vanished with a crack, a pull into oblivion, reappearing in a not-all-together familiar part of the sprawling metropolis. You thought you recognised the terraced houses, the height of Muggle architecture with their bay windows and pillared porches; however, the city looked the same wherever you roamed. This street had a hint of impropriety, and more than a little dirt underfoot. Where the fallen women roamed and men of dubious morals stalked.

You spotted him a little further along the pavement, black hood pulled forward despite the daylight. Clearly he didn't want to be recognised by anyone else, and you wondered if whatever business he had might have been better suited to nightfall. He turned to greet you before you reached him, a small smile playing on his lips. You caught the impression of smugness, something he so often carried.

“Why have you dragged me here?” you asked, not speaking his name.

“You don't sound pleased.”

“I'm not.”

“Then why did you come if not for a little excitement in your humdrum life? Surely that office job is stifling enough to warrant skiving off once in a while?”

“You talk as if I do nothing but sit on my behind all day and lament your absence,” you said dryly.

Sebastian merely smirked and cocked his head to indicate you follow, which you did, hot on his heels as he wound his way down the street and slipped into a side alley. Decidedly worse for wear than the one beside your own house, he finally dropped his hood to reveal the mop of fluffy brunet hair and pointed to a door.

“My old flat.”

“You're being watched?”

“Perhaps.”

Further you followed, through the shabby wooden door and up a staircase clad in broken tiles that crunched beneath your feet.

“You lived here?”

“I did, for a while. It hasn't been as cushy as yours and Ominis' years of domestic bliss.”

You noted the bitterness in his voice and felt the twisting pull of pity. Sebastian was brilliant, capable of achieving so much, yet reduced to almost squalor. Despite being exonerated from a sentence in Azkaban, he'd carried a reputation with him ever since. No reputable employer wanted him, and so his bright mind had turned to disreputable sources of income. The pity turned to anger at the injustice of it all.

“Dare I ask who we might expect? I need to be prepared…”

“Men who won't hesitate to kill on sight,” Sebastian cut you off.

“Merlin, what have you gotten yourself into?”

The door to his flat creaked open, not even locked. In fact, the lock looked blasted open. The inside was in a slightly better state than the entrance hall, but still bare and unwelcoming. Windows had been broken, what little furniture remained torn to shreds.

“They've been looking for something,” you commented.

Whoever they were.

“They didn't find it. That's long since gone.”

Sebastian led you through the small rooms to an even smaller bedroom, only distinguishable by the old mattress propped against a wall. He held up a hand for you to wait, casting charms about the place before finally crouching down and waving his wand over a floorboard, no less striking than the rest. You were on high alert, ears pricked and hand twitching as he ripped up the board and delved underneath, retrieving whatever he'd been looking for in a closed palm. The small object fit neatly into his pocket. You didn't have a chance to look, or ask him what it was, before the ambush began.

The wards around the property stopped you from apparating, essentially trapping you both in the murky house as the barrage of red and green light flew from the staircase landing. They had found you, and Sebastian had been right; the jets of light crackled with the familiar energy of unforgiveable curses. You backed into the room and found him, his arm clutching you firmly in place behind him. He was shielding you. If your life hadn't been quite literally in danger, you could have kissed him. Instead, you aimed your wand at the bedroom door and braced yourself for the onslaught.

The thud of footfalls spoke of four or five pairs of shoes all thundering up the stairs. Upon the first wand peeking around the door frame, Sebastian relinquished a full force Bombarda at the unsuspecting attackers as you threw a shield charm around you both, deflecting the debris with ease. You worked so seamlessly together, as if a singular mind, so in tune with each other's duelling styles. A dance; a ballet of destruction. What remained afterwards was nothing less than a ruin, a pile of bodies in the hallway and blood; so much blood. Some your own, some Sebastian's, most from the men you now poked disrespectfully with your foot.

“You got what you wanted, we should leave,” you panted.

Sebastian looked at you in reverence with darkened eyes, a menacing glint now fading with the passing seconds of tension. The inappropriateness of it all was startling, yet you couldn't deny the overwhelming attraction you felt as he stood in his black garb, wet with the blood of his enemies. He reached out, sensing what you could barely acknowledge, and stroked a thumb over your brow. The sting as he pressed the calloused skin spoke of a wound you'd need to attend to, and sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

“I'll take you to where I live now,” he said, leaving no room for debate.

As you left the flat and stepped through the wards, he laced his fingers through yours and turned on the spot, pulling you with him as he apparated. The intense adrenaline still rushed through your veins, coupled with the stress of apparating had you almost bent over as soon as you landed. That same pesky hormone had your feet taking you into another flat, straight into Sebastian's waiting arms, and inevitably his bed. You didn't have much time to take in the decoration, or utter the endless questions you wanted to ask, before he'd claimed your mouth in a kiss that felt like the end of all things. There could be no going back, not now. You'd had a taste of Sebastian and reacted like an addict; he was the purest opium, irresistible and deadly.

As his tongue flicked over your bloody lower lip, you parted your lips for him, your twinned moans meeting to harmonise in each other’s mouths. He maneuvered you backwards, losing patience with your stumbling steps—wrapping his arms under your behind, he picked you up and carried you straight to his bedroom. His mouth stayed firmly on yours until he deposited you gently on the firm mattress.

You watched him flick the clasp of his cloak open and throw the sodden fabric to the floor. Now you saw the product of your expedition. Where his clothes were bone dry and clean, the areas that had been exposed bore the truth. A nasty red gash tainted his freckled face, and you grimaced to see his beauty so marred. Holding out a hand, you beckoned him next to you, and he took the invitation. Your cloak followed shortly, and with more heated kisses exchanged the rest of your clothes were peeled away from aching muscles.

"Remember when we'd finish clearing an Ashwinder camp…,” he reminisced, dragging his lips across your collarbone, “...you’d be covered in blood. Some of it was yours, and I knew it by the taste.”

He nipped lightly at your skin as he travelled to your shoulder, his hands roaming to cup your breasts with a hunger that made your head spin.

“The other, thicker, darker blood was Goblin blood. Disgusting, but somehow delectable on your skin. You looked fucking magnificent...when I licked your wounds. Do you remember?”

You nodded and shuddered with unrestrained arousal as his tongue swiped across the tender flesh on your arm; a Diffindo not quite dodged. The gash stung and prickled with the wet pressure of his tongue, and you watched with rapt attention whilst Sebastian licked the wound clean, humming all the while. His cock grew hard, throbbing, and neglected.

“I remember,” you gasped.

Sebastian’s hand finally slid down your stomach, parting your legs with a gentle nudge. It had required so little effort that he smirked against your skin.

“Sebastian…”

Fingers parted your folds, your head dizzying with desire. He finally looked at you then, lips stained with blood; ragged and dishevelled but utterly alluring. His digits dipping into the well of slick arousal that betrayed your desperate need.

“You were always so wet for me afterwards.”

A whine left your lips and he pushed inside you with little ceremony, drawing a loud moan from you that must have been heard several houses down. Your walls fluttered around his fingers already, legs spreading and back arching to accommodate more of him. Curling and stroking, he brought you to orgasm within seconds. You’d missed him so much, every part of you ached for more. He’d barely let the final wave of release roll over you before he knelt between your legs, his weeping cock proud and deliciously inviting. The thought was coupled with a squeeze of your hand around his girthy length, giving him the suggestive look through fluttering eyelashes that you knew would send him wild with lust.

“It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you,” you sighed.

“There’ll be time for that later.”

Sebastian clearly had other ideas as he wrapped his hand around your wrist and squeezed hard, forcing you to let go of his cock with a high pitched yelp of surprise. He didn’t stop there, roughly pinning both wrists against the mattress as you squirmed against his iron grip.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he growled against your neck.

The room filled with your keening, hands twitching uselessly against his hold. Your hips rose to press against his stiff length; an invitation, or a plea.

“Please…”

“Say it again,” he breathed, cock now prodding at your entrance.

“Please, Sebastian. I need you.”

The voice didn't sound like yours; faraway, quiet and breathy. You were almost unaware of the words whilst caught up in a lustful haze. Sebastian's blood-stained face loomed over you, watching intently as he slid inside you. Every gasp and peak of your eyebrows, the flutter of eyelids as your eyes almost rolled back inside your head. All committed to his memory as he stretched you inch by inch. It was ecstasy, and the ultimate relief to feel him fill you again after so many years. You nuzzled against his neck and took a deep breath, moaning softly as the musk filled your nostrils.

“Fuck, I've missed you,” you sighed.

Sebastian responded with a growl, letting your hands free to grab a handful of flesh at your thigh and deliver a hard thrust inside you. Then your eyes did roll back inside your head, the dizzying force met with your ear splitting moan.

“Of course you missed me,” he breathed, rolling his hips again. “Nobody fills you like I do.”

Crude, but accurate. Perhaps he'd meant a deeper meaning, but he'd still be right on both accounts. Your hips rose to meet him at the top of his thrusts, moving together effortlessly as you'd done so many times before. Nothing had changed, yet everything had. Sebastian was hardened, grittier, and he showed it in the way he pleasured you. The intensity of his gaze would have frightened anyone else, but you simply absorbed the fiery stare, letting him consume your every thought. The chocolate brown irises remained unchanged, reminding you of the boy you'd fallen for and the innocence he'd lost.

Your fingernails dragged down his back, hard enough to draw blood to match the collection of crimson gashes on his body. His bedroom filled with salacious moans as he fucked you hard into the mattress, his rhythm faltering the closer he crept to his release. You weren't ready for him to finish, not by a long shot. He didn't relinquish his control lightly. With a well-placed thumb, you squeezed the still-bleeding gash on his shoulder until he hissed in pain, finally letting you push him back onto the bed.

The glint in his eyes never dulled, only shined brighter as he watched you lick your thumb whilst clambering into his lap. He welcomed you with open arms, gripping your waist to guide you back onto his cock. Sinking onto him made you gasp with renewed pleasure as your fingers threaded through his brunet strands. Tugging his head backwards, you began to roll your hips, angling yourself just right to hit that sweet spot deep inside you. Sebastian responded with a gravelly moan, tugging you down to drive you harder onto his cock.

You settled into a rhythm, fucking him slow and steady as your mind slipped into blissful delirium. You're were moving by instinct alone, focused only on Sebastian—his touch; every delicious sound he made; the heady scent of sweat, blood and sex. Being with Sebastian felt better than it ever had, not only physically, but the connection between you was undeniable. Completely vulnerable, you'd given yourself to him, and he to you. Your souls entwined when your eyes met, an unspoken truth passing between you. This was no mere tryst or meaningless romp; you were making love, and certainly not for the last time.

Sebastian's soft lips peppered kisses along your neck amongst flicks of his tongue and searing bites. He licked your skin of blood, origin unknown, whilst making wounds of his own for you to cherish.

“Shit, don't leave a mark there…,” your weak protest came, not meaning a word.

“Why not? You're mine.”

You gripped him tighter then, taking a shuddering breath as his words slithered into your ear and trailed a path of heat straight to your core. There was no denying the fact, even amongst the sickening guilt of what you were doing to Ominis. Ominis. Sweet Ominis who had suffered more than most and deserved more than what you'd been able to give him. You almost cried, until Sebastian saw the fear and doubt on your face and kissed you hard, giving you a much needed distraction from your guilty thoughts. You reciprocated eagerly, gasping for breath between brushes of lips.

“I'm so close…fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his eyes shut in a silent prayer.

“Seb…”

“Keep going, just like that. Come on, darling.”

He gave your arse a hard smack that made you whimper and summoning the last of your energy, you brought him to the edge and pushed him over with a hard bite on his bottom lip. The tang of blood lingered on your tongue as Sebastian met his release, his cock twitching inside you before he exploded. A final thrust from below sent you hurtling along with him, your orgasm hitting so hard your legs cramped and limp body fell forward onto his chest. He filled you with his cum, pulses releasing thick streams into your cunt until you could take no more. Every wave of pleasure that rippled through you seemed to draw yet more from Sebastian's cock until his lap and your thighs were covered.

“So fucking good…” Sebastian was mumbling.

You had to agree. You slumped against him as your orgasm ebbed away, tired eyes taking in the scene you'd created. It was messy, grotesque, and perfect. Both covered in blood and sweat, it reminded you of those days you'd tried to forget; except the aftermath spent with him. Years spent pretending and hiding your true nature had unravelled in mere days.

“We should clean up. I need to take care of this,” you said, gently probing the sliced skin on his cheek. “At least I killed the bastard who did it.”

“There she is. The fire in your eyes is back,” he said, angling your chin with a firm hand to face him.

You sat entwined as you both worked on each other's injuries. Wand in your hand, you ran the length of his cut with your tongue, earning you a rumbling groan from his chest. A chaste kiss, and you withdrew, pointing the tip of your wand at the seam of flesh.

“Vulnera Sanentur.”

White threads of magic wove their way through the air, pulling the skin taught as the wound healed before your eyes. Healing spells were somewhat a specialty when you'd been through as much as you had. You repeated the process on every cut you saw and Sebastian did the same, until your bodies were whole again. The deep purple bruises inflicted by one another were another matter. They were to be treasured. Next came a shower, and discarding of bedsheets and clothes. Your skin shined, squeaky clean and glowing as you pulled on your clothes, minus the blood-splattered cloak. When you'd finished dressing, Sebastian was waiting, perched on the edge of the bed.

“Stay. Don't go…,” he said, pulling you by the hand to situate you between his legs.

You looked down into his deep brown eyes and your heart almost burst. Tracing his freckles with your thumb, you thought and searched for an easy answer, finding none.

"What about Ominis?" you asked, tears welling.

"What about us? I'll never leave again, I swear it. I'll make an unbreakable vow to prove it to you. Anything.”

“You broke me when you left last time. Ominis was there to pick up the pieces.”

“And I'll be forever grateful, but you belong with me. Do you love me?”

“Of course…yes, I love you.”

Sebastian nodded, guiding you backwards before standing up and striding to a small writing bureau in the corner of the room. You watched him curiously as he rummaged around in a draw and produced something silver, glinting in the light streaming through the window. A knife. A letter opener. The handle was ornately engraved, the blade thin and sharp. You watched him twirl the instrument in his fingers as he approached, your heart thumping wildly.

“What are you…?”

“I'll make a pact. A blood pact. Seems appropriate for us, doesn't it?”

Before you could acknowledge his suggestion, he'd sliced open his palm, the deep red blood welling and pooling at the thin slit. He squeezed his hand shut, droplets splattering to the floor.

“You would do that?” you whispered.

“It works both ways. We swear ourselves to each other. An oath to never leave. Consider this my proposal.”

You thought that perhaps this was insanity as you took the knife from him. You'd finally lost your mind. There were a million reasons not to proceed, but all paled in comparison to the one reason to agree standing in front of you. The blade sliced through your palm like butter, parting the skin to release the deep red blood you needed to make this a reality. Sebastian smiled softly and held out his hand, now completely stained and you took it without further hesitation. He spoke the words out loud to bind you together forever, and you echoed him. You watched in awe as droplets of blood rose in the air and mingled into a single drop; a silver phial materialising around it, signifying the end of the ritual. The precious container fell into your uncut hand, and Sebastian's forehead fell against your own. You stood in silence, breathing together, for as long as it took the cuts on your hands to stop bleeding.

1 week later.

Ominis deserved better. That much was clear as you'd packed your belongings and left a note for him to find upon returning home from work. There was nothing to be gained from heartfelt pleas. You didn't think you could bear to see his heart shatter before your eyes. And so you'd taken the coward's way out. You wondered how he'd taken it, whether he'd suspected anything at all. At least now he could find someone worthy of his love.

You shifted your weight as you waited impatiently for Sebastian to appear, squinting into the dimly lit pub from your perch outside. Your wand hand twitched as a towering figure passed your view, but it was a false alarm. Just another enebriated patron. Standing guard outside the seedy establishment whilst Sebastian made shady deals for artefacts from even shadier traders was quite a change in lifestyle from the Ministry office job you'd held but a week ago. It wasn't necessarily better or worse, only different; satiating another part of you that had always existed, snuffed out until Sebastian's return.

You saw the brunet appear from the back room and meet your eyes with a small nod, indicating a job well done. Even through the fog of the window, you noticed his dilated pupils and unmistakeable flash of crimson on his skin. Saliva pooled in your mouth as you followed him with your gaze. He appeared next to you a moment later, pressing you against the cold stone wall of the pub with a searing kiss, his cock already twitching against your leg. He'd make love to you that night and let you tend to his wounds, washing the blood from his skin with an intimacy nobody else could possibly understand. Of all the terrible things you had done and would do, you had each other through all of it. If there was one thing you knew to be true, it was that you deserved to burn and bleed together.

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Moonlight

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Ominis and MC go for a nighttime walk, and quite literally stumble into the perfect little clearing.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

Fluff that devolves into rough al fresco sex. Not much more to say about this one, there's teasing and good old-fashioned rough sex. These two love branching out into new and creative ways to fuck lol

Word count: 2,971

A/N: For @callmehopeless :) @sebastian-and-ominis-share-me requested a tag too. As always, MC and Ominis remain my excuse to indulge in writing disgustingly sweet, idealized married life, and I will never apologize for it because my! 👏 boy! 👏 Ominis! 👏 deserves! 👏 it! 👏

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Night walks were always Ominis' favorite. His blindness made walks enjoyable at any time, but under the soft cover of night, he felt more protected from the prying eyes of those who sought to invade his precious few moments of peace. Perhaps it was a holdover from his days growing up in the shadow of the Gaunt family, or perhaps he would have enjoyed it regardless of his circumstances. It mattered very little, especially when he could take these walks with MC.

MC shared his love of nighttime outings, and had begun the habit when she was just a student. She would wake from vivid, unspeakable nightmares of Victor Rookwood and his poachers that left her entire body shivering and drenched in a terrified sweat. She would throw on her cloak (or Ominis', if she had borrowed it from him for the night) and stride into darkness that blanketed the castle grounds until her trembling fingers slowed and sleep once again tugged at her eyes.

They had found each other late one spring night, aimlessly wandering the castle, and decided then and there that, should one of them not be able to sleep, they would find the other and walk together until they were too exhausted and would drift off in the protection of each other’s arms in the Undercroft or the Room of Requirement.

The pair had decided on this particular summer night that a stroll at midnight was exactly what they both needed after they had spent all day hiding away from the punishing sun. Poor Ominis always looked as if his delicate paper doll skin might catch alight in the harsh rays, and MC could not stand the lethargy that threatened to pull her to the floor upon which she stood. The muggle neighbors who surrounded their peaceful country house were asleep at this hour, and Ominis would be free to navigate using his wand without fear of being seen by non-magical folk. The bright moon taking flight overhead would be their sole witness as the couple reveled in a world that belonged only to them.

The night air was intoxicatingly sweet, the smell of honeysuckle and roses floating on a breeze's soft sigh from someone's nearby garden. The pair walked hand in hand as if they were adolescents again, whispers of their love for one another on their lips as if they were afraid professors and other students might hear them.

On a whim, MC decided to wander off the road and explore the woods as the two had often done in the Forbidden Forest. MC and Ominis did not care that they might be considered too old to find joy in meandering through leaves and dirt, over fallen branches and through the scrub; they had both always felt at home in the frowned-upon and the impermissible.

Ominis, with his wand as his guide, deftly navigated every obstacle—far more easily than MC who had to rely on her imperfect nighttime vision. He crept up behind her and startled her so badly when he caught her in his arms that she shrieked and slapped his chest with a laugh. She struggled for a moment to break free of his grasp, and he tutted at her.

"Wherever do you think you're flitting off to now, my little hummingbird?" He leaned down to steal a kiss, drawing a luxurious sigh from her lips as he pulled away. "Certainly it's too dark for such a lovely little creature to be out here all alone."

He released her, and she skipped a few steps away before turning to smile at him. "You’ll have to be quicker than that if you want to ensnare me, my pretty serpent." With that, she was off through the forest, her floor-length skirt fanning out and Ominis not far behind, their mirth carrying over the trees as they leapt and ran on wings of night.

MC did her best to outrun him, but Ominis was still faster and stronger. She had made her way to a clearing dotted with wild daffodils when her husband seized her. He finally lost his footing in the excitement of his successful hunt, and the two tumbled into the long grass. MC was stunned and, for one dreadful moment, Ominis feared he had hurt her. Instead, she gasped and began laughing again. Ominis heaved a sigh and lay on his back, listening to the pure happiness bubble up from her lips. Crickets droned lazily under her voice, and he could feel another cool breeze carrying the scent of the flowers all around them. As she caught her breath, she looked over to see his eyes blankly staring upwards, a smile dancing across his lips. He turned his head toward her, and his smile faded into longing that pulled in his throat. MC's eyes followed the little constellation of moles up his cheek to his deep, starry eyes that glinted moonlight like sharp diamonds. She knew that look. He was thinking—intently.

"You somehow look even more stunning than usual, Ominis," MC smiled, her fingers dancing along his hand that lay between them. "What is it that's on your mind?"

"You," he breathed almost instantly. "Here, in this heavenly night, just the two of us... it does things to a man to know his beautiful wife is so madly in love with him. Lying here in a field of sweet-smelling flowers and grasses next to you, I feel as if I’m fifteen again. It's exhilarating."

He rolled himself up and, supported by his arms, leaned over her. He slowly brought his face to hers, and she could see every detail she had long since memorized in his still-open eyes. He moved forward until he was so close that her own eyes, trained on him, fell out of focus. She felt an exhilaration whenever he did that, leaning in while his eyes tried their damndest to stare at her. He was like a cobra, ready to strike. Her eyes fluttered shut as she welcomed his attack upon her lips.

He desired to be closer to her still until he was pressing his weight down on her, feeling her sigh into his lips. His kisses gradually pushed deeper into her lips, and his voice slithered from his throat.

"I need you," he moaned, growing bolder with every passing second. "I need to be as close to you as possible..." His hips rolled fruitlessly against her in accord. MC gently pressed her leg between his, and his moan sent hot tingling through her ribs and spine.

"Ominis," MC could barely get in between his kisses. "Are you sure you won't mind the dirt? Would you not rather wait until we get back home where we have a soft bed and warm, clean sheets?"

"To hell with dirt," he growled, lips now drifting towards her neck and leaving pure fire in their wake. "We can always have a warm bath—together—if we so desire."

Ominis had already begun undoing the buttons on MC's blouse, his fingers flicking expertly over each one. He was getting fast, she thought, and she briefly pondered finding blouses and dresses with more buttons just to be cheeky with him. In a few short moments he had released her from her pretty little ruffled top, and MC placed it in a pile knew would only grow. He placed a hand on her sternum, expecting to feel the thin fabric of a chemise beneath his slender fingers. Instead, he felt bare skin and his eyes lit up in surprise.

"It was too hot to wear anything under my clothes today," MC whined. "And anyhow, I had a feeling you wouldn't mind too much."

Ominis hummed to show his agreement, and he got straight to work worshipping her skin. He gave slow, soft kisses along as much of her as he could reach, as if he had been starved of her affections for months. Her skin was perfectly smooth, save for her nipples that stood firm in the night air. MC moaned softly when Ominis pressed his lips around one to kiss and suck at it, his hand mindlessly kneading her other breast. Each flick of his tongue or tweak of his fingers dazed MC, her eyelids fighting a losing battle to stay open.

"How does it feel?" Ominis asked with a devilish smile.

MC tried to reply and only let out another moan as heat pooled in her core. She had never been sure how he managed it, sometimes driving her to orgasm from teasing her nipples alone, but oh how it was inebriating.

Her own hand slid up the back of his head and carded through his soft, blond hair, brushing off bits of dirt and undoing some of the pomade that had kept it immaculately brushed back all day. She looked down to see him slowly becoming more wild.

"That's it," she whispered. "Just like that. Oh, your tongue—"

Ominis growled wordlessly and hips rolled again, now with more force, and MC reached down to help Ominis out of his trousers and pants. His hand and mouth reluctantly moved away from teasing her, and he stood on his knees, one on each side of her hips, as he made a show of stripping off the bothersome garments.

How absolutely spectacular he looked, a furious blush blooming across his face as he did not even bother taking off his shirt. His erection was endlessly beautiful. MC had seen her husband fully naked hundreds of times, but it never grew less arousing to see him leaning over her, cock swinging lazily and dripping with need, just waiting for her.

She rose and pushed him to his back, straddling his hips. "If I'm going to be covered in dirt and dust, I think it's only fair that we do the same for you," she smirked.

Ominis glowered at her for just a moment, annoyed that he was no longer on top. All was forgiven, however, when MC held his wrists to the ground and, underneath her skirt, slid her dripping wet core up and down the underside of his now-throbbing erection. He made a noise somewhere between a massively pleasured moan and a deep, feral growl. She knew how this game was played, and she knew the prize that awaited her if she could build up enough steam inside him.

"Oh, you feel so much better than any part of my hands," she goaded as she savored every single millimeter of his cock that slid against her needy clit over and over. She could not believe her luck, that she—and nobody else in the world—got to witness his current expression as it betrayed nothing short of pure lust. His chest rose and fell, impassioned as his eyebrows knitted together and, before he could catch himself, he hissed his need in parseltongue. She had learned just enough from him to piece together that he desired to fuck her hard and deep, and her core practically flooded around him.

Ominis growled deeply again and, with as much gentleness as he could muster, lifted her as he sat up and laid her on her back. "I can't take it anymore," he groaned. He leaned down and whispered dangerously, so close to her ear that his breath felt blazing hot on her skin. "I will have you."

His shaking fingers fought against her skirt and won, unbuttoning it and pulling it off her completely. She felt vulnerable there on her back, absolutely nothing between her panting body and the forest around them, and for one brief moment she was almost frightened. Ominis shrugged off his shirt and leaned back over her, eclipsing her anxiety. He tried his best to be a good and dutiful husband, reaching his fingers down to tease her core and play with her clit, but she knew what he truly wanted and pulled his hand away for him. He tilted his head, and MC answered his silent question with a hand on the back of his hips, gently pushing him further towards her parted legs.

She offered a leg around his waist and her arms around his neck. She ran a finger along that little spot, just under his ear, that sent tendrils of chills up his spine. His eyes rolled shut, and in one swift motion he buried his aching cock to the hilt and her head swam, tears springing to her eyes. He leaned forward with urgency and kissed her face comfortingly, but she pushed her hips against him to urge him to start moving. He was more than happy to oblige.

He moved in and out of her with a surprisingly slow, gentle rhythm, but the look on his face said all she needed to know. Even as he had her scandalously pinned down in a field in the middle of the night, he was waiting for her to ask for more.

“Fuck me,” she growled, surprised at how agitated she sounded. “We make such soft and gentle love in the confines of our comfortable bed. So show me what you really wanted to do out here—why you were so impatient.”

She earned herself a forceful thrust that grated dirt and grass against her back, and she savored the light sting. She gripped his hair encouragingly. “Oh, fuck yes,” she groaned, and Ominis was lost completely in her body.

Each rough thrust echoed as an animalistic growl in his throat, and she craned her neck to kiss and suck at that throat. He held her arms down and listened to her slide across the earth each time he pounded into her. Each time he wound up, he left her feeling woefully empty—empty to the point that she wanted to beg for him. And each time he rammed back into her, her vision flared white and she wondered how much longer she could contain herself.

He could hear every contact of skin and succulent fluid, and he pressed himself closer to her until each thrust pushed against her clit and she moaned his name. He could tell she was holding back the inevitable to draw this out, and he wouldn’t allow it. Perhaps another night, but not tonight.

“Come for me,” he seductively hissed. "I want to hear your cries and feel you tighten around my cock. I want to feel your pretty little body writhing beneath me in the dirt and grass.” Goosebumps rolled violently over her skin and she threw her head back, a tiny glimmer of amusement in the back of her overloaded mind about how much dirt must be in her hair by now, and suddenly there was nothing in the world except the two of them and the searing pleasure that ripped through every fiber of muscle in her body over and over. She couldn’t control the scream that carried Ominis’ name, or her nails raking over his shoulders, or her walls that clenched unforgivingly around him. Her entire body pulsed and bucked, desperately needing his release like she needed air.

Ominis surrendered to his own orgasm as she pulsed and milked his cock relentlessly. He matched her voice with her name and dug his perfectly trimmed nails into the soft flesh of her arms. With each sublime thrust, he whined and emptied himself deep inside her until he had nothing left, and he was left desperately out of breath as the rest of the world came rushing back to their ears. Save their panting, the only sounds were of crickets and a soft breeze that soughed through the trees and grass. MC's vision returned and she saw Ominis above her, mouth hanging slightly open and eyes lidded even heavier than normal. If only he knew just how beautiful he was, she mused as she reached a comforting hand up to the side of his face.

Ominis began to pull out, but MC whined and placed her other hand on the small of his back to stop him. He chuckled and pressed a delicate kiss to her collarbone. Ominis had become his typical sweet self again, and he smiled at her.

“Are you feeling better?” she breathed, tucking a rebellious strand of hair behind his ear and watching it fall out again.

“Merlin, that was good,” he groaned. “You’re always so lovely for indulging me like this.”

“Indulging you?” she laughed. "I should think this was quite mutual."

Ominis kissed her again. “You are a far better wife than I could ever hope to deserve.”

“And you, my beguiling serpent, are a perfect husband.” She punctuated her reply with a small tap on the end of his nose, causing him to flinch slightly and laugh.

MC finally relented and let Ominis go. He pulled out of her and she relished in the feeling of some of his seed spilling from her. She gingerly sat up on her legs and, with her husband’s help, tried to brush the dirt from her back. She felt long, loose strands of her hair escaping from her bun. Sighing, she pulled out the myriad of pins and combs and let it fall in a halo around her. Ominis combed his fingers through her long hair and couldn’t help but pull her into another loving embrace. “You’re just like a little nymph,” he hummed in amusement. “As much as I wish we could stay here so that I may admire your divine beauty, however, perhaps we ought to get you home so we may both have a bath.”

“Yes please,” she giggled as she leaned against his bare chest, the remnants of his cologne, the grass around them, and the perfect scent of lovemaking radiating headily from his skin. “Perhaps just a few minutes more like this, though?”

Ominis kissed her head in agreement. He suspected they would be taking many more night walks after this.

#OH GOD I completely forgot to mention that there are like two very stupid references that I wrote into this for my own amusement lmao #one is to Harry Potter and the other is unrelated to anything HP at all 😭😭😭#if anyone finds them I will be so completely impressed and flabbergasted #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt fluff #ominis gaunt smut #ominis smut #Isabel Greymoore

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ravenelyx · 7 months

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Homely - Sebastian Sallow WIP

Pairing: Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, body worship, smut (GIVE SEB THAT LOVE)

A/N: as an apology for my creative inactivity (or something along those lines) I'm here with another WIP from an upcoming smutty body worship fic about insecure!Seb. That boy needs some love <3

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"I'm hungry," she whined suddenly, half-lying, and pointed at the book in his hands. "Think you can get us some food?"

"Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration," said Sebastian simply, turning a page. "We can't conjure food."

"Who said anything about conjuring?" She smirked and scooted closer to him. "You could summon it for me?"

"Summon from where? Not the Kitchens I hope — it's too early for anything in there to be cooked."

"No." She scrunched up her nose. "But… Ominis told me…"

Sebastian finally looked at her as she sang, and she got even closer, leaning her arm on his shoulder. The tips of his ears turned red, freckles slightly hidden under the flush, and she smiled in feigned innocence.

"You got food under your bed," she concluded with a small chuckle. "Would you get it for me? I know you can be possessive of your food, but for me?"

"Possessive? Of food?"

"Well, you like to eat. You're always eating and never sharing."

She jokingly pouted, but Sebastian's smile faltered, that pretty flush suddenly draining from his face along with all colour. She frowned in concern. "Seb?"

"I'll get you the food. I'll get you all of it if you want," said Sebastian quietly. "It's just a few Cauldron Cakes, I don't even like them that much…"

That was a lie. Sebastian loved his Cauldron Cakes: she had gotten him some for his birthday, too, knowing that, and she certainly hadn't forgotten that bright smile on his face that had made her whole body tingle.

"Hey," she whispered. "I'm sorry, have I—?"

"No." Sebastian turned his head away, his fingertips nervously flicking the corner of the pages. She didn't buy it, but she didn't know what to do either. So she did the only thing that came to her mind.

Her arms slowly wrapped around his waist, sliding under his robes, cheek resting on his shoulder. His breath caught, and he turned back to her before he could even process. She rubbed her face against him. "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

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hogwartslegacyreactions2 · 21 days

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hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cute request of hlc react to the room of requirement when MC introduces them to it?

and perhaps a little thing at the end of a party within that little gang? like MC introduced them all to the room bc they’re friends with all of them and wanted to bring everyone together in one bigger group??

HLC REACT TO THE ROOM OF REQUIREMENT

MC stands proudly in front of the blank wall on the 7th floor of the astronomy tower. As if the Room had the same sense of theatrics, the door appears just before MC's friends were about to question their sanity.

The stone becomes a grand wood and iron door and opens to the grandeur of the main hall. MC holds the door open and gives a flourished bow to invite their friends inside.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He thought he had MC beat on secrets. His jaw was slack as he spun around to take it all in. "Wha- you-" he struggles to find the words. He can hear bubbling cauldrons down a hall, he sees door after shiny glass door going somewhere, and on top it all, they had their own house elf?? "The whole time...the whole time? The whole time??"

OMINIS GAUNT: He stands in stunned silence. His wand shows him as much unique detail of the Room as it can within its range. By the hushed and not so hushed awe of the people around him, the Room was incredible. He's the first to turn to MC and ask directly. "How did you find this Room?"

ANNE SALLOW: She finds a comfy looking chair and sinks into it. A room away from the bustle of the castle, so peaceful. A tea set in front of her starts making tea on its own. She looks at all the books and tomes the Room had provided and sighed, she could get used to this.

IMELDA REYES: She sees a broom rack on a far wall holding all the brooms MC had collected in the travels. "So you're more of a flying aficionado than you let on. No wonder..." She trails off and continues to look about the Room. "What's in there?" She points to the lantern like vivarium while the ominous blue glow.

NATSAI ONAI: She walks through the first vivarium to the beautiful sunny meadow. A few puffskiens and mooncalfs curiously approach her, looking for treats. She takes a deep breath of fresh air and smiles broadly as an idea comes to her. The wide open space, guaranteed safety and privacy. This was the perfect place to stretch her legs. She transforms into a gazelle and takes off full speed across the plain.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He is distracted from the main room by the distinctive sound and smell of brewing potions. He makes a B-line down the hall to the side room with all of MC's brewing projects and plants. He nearly faints at the sight. All the equipment and ingredients he could only dream of having. He gives MC a teary eyed look. "Can I? Please?" He points to an unused station.

LEANDER PREWETT: He goes down into the garden area behind Garreth. He doesn't know where he's going, just wandering. His mother would be so jealous of MC's set up. The side room was full of plant stations, some growing things he couldn't even identify. He stands with his hands on his hips. "This is a lot. How does MC manage all of this?"

AMIT THAKKAR: He's been up and down the tower innumerable times and not once has there been a door on the seventh floor. "This is incredible! No wonder you caught up so quickly. You had a whole room to yourself for study." He starts wandering towards one of the vivariums.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He stands next to MC, taking in the Room from the entry way. He looked at MC expectantly when Ominis asked how they found the Room. His jaw slacked when they answered it was Professor Weasley. Sure, MC needed all the help they could get to catch up with the other fifth years but this was way more than anyone expected. "Do you think I could borrow this Room if I needed to catch up on an assignment?"

POPPY SWEETING: She knows a vivarium when she sees one, her gran has one. She bolts up the stairs to the mountain vivarium. Inside she sees unicorns and hippogriffs swooping over head she's almost brought to tears. Then a unicorn foal trots up to her, expecting something tasty, and she does cry a little. Then something red and gold lands next to her. A phoenix. She breaks down. This is too much majesty. Too much cute.

DEEK: "Deek's friend said they would bring company today. Deek had food and drink prepared for guests." He snaps his fingers and a banquet appears on the long dining table. "Deek hopes you enjoy yourselves. If anything is required, Deek is happy to provide." He gives MC a smile.

MC: They were so happy to bring all their friends together into one space. Especially one as incredible as the Room of Requirement. As they thought of how much fun it would be to have them use the Room too, everything started to shift. The whole room adjusted and new segments were added. MC calmed their alarmed friends. "This just sort of happens sometimes, don't worry about it." They walked around to see what was new.

Another vivarium was added, this one by a lake with lots of trees.

A private balcony to the outside with various telescopes.

The potion room had more space.

Another side room was added for lounging or dining.

Multiple new bookshelves appeared full of new reading material.

MC had work to do, now they could show off their transfiguration skills.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #natsai onai #anne sallow #leander prewett #imelda reyes #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting

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fierymiasma · 1 year

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➷ Never Tickle a Sleeping Dragon ➷ // ominis x sebastian x f!mc

Summary: Ominis catches Sebastian and f!MC sneaking out of their shared house again, off on another dangerous adventure without him. Luckily, they know just how to make it up to him.

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Bliss, OT3, Silver Ttrio, Making Out, Aged Up! characters, Living Together

Word Count: 3.8k 🍃

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Ominis tapped his foot against the rug impatiently. He'd been sitting in their living room, tea now cold at the side table, awaiting the other two's return. He checked his magical watch again, only two minutes since the last time he'd check.

The nerve of those two. Sneaking out in the dead of the night while he was asleep. Doing Merlin knows what, going Merlin knows where. Ever since the three of them decided to move in together, to make things official, he made them promise him that all of those unsanctioned not work-related adventures would come to an end. He never wanted to be a widower at age 20 for Merlin's sake. And yet, somehow, despite all their vows, he's been up since midnight impatiently waiting for their arrival back home.

At last, their front door open, creaking quite loudly despite their best efforts. His two lovers had arrived back home, unaware that the real danger had just begun.

"Shhhh, sweetheart, you're going to wake him up. Ominis will be livid if he knew what we'd been up to." Sebastian whispered rather loudly all the way across the house. They all were really getting older if Sebastian thought he was being sneaky.

He heard the front door gently click closed. One of them locked it quietly. A feminine voice whisper-retorted, "Well, we would have cleared out those dungeons much sooner if someone didn't wake up the sleeping dragon."

Ominis could feel his heart in his throat. A dragon? Were they hurt? If they weren't injured already, Ominis was going to make sure they were.

There was the sound of shuffling. They were trying to take off their adventuring gear that they thought Ominis didn't know they had. Sebastian teased. "In all fairness, I thought our Hogwarts motto about tickling sleeping dragons was a small suggestion at best, or a defiant dare at the most."

One of them must have knocked over the umbrella stand loudly, making a rather loud crashing sound. There was a sound of agony and swearing.

"Shhhhhhh. You'll wake him up!" She scolded Sebastian. "If Ominis finds out where we've been, then we'd really be dead."

Ominis sighed, finishing the rest of his tea. Well, it seems like that was his cue. Quietly getting out of his comfortable armchair, he strolled into the entrance room, his wand lighting his way.

"If Ominis finds out what?" Ominis drawled announcing his dramatic entrance.

"Oh, bollocks!" Sebastian swore, knocking over the umbrella stand once again, causing a cacophony of tumbling knickknacks and overturned shoes.

"Ominis!" She yelped. Her voice had a nervous tone. "Oh, darling, did we wake you up?" She kissed him on both cheeks in greeting. "Why don't we all go back to bed?"

Ominis has been with the pair of them too long to be distracted by placating kisses, no matter how sweet. "And where are you two coming from?"

"-Taking out the rubbish-" Sebastian answered way too quickly.

"-Letting out the cat-" She blurted out at the same time.

The guilty duo stared at each other, now caught.

Sebastian scowled. Hands on his hips, he turned to their female partner. "We don't even have a cat, sweetheart."

She frantically worried at her hands. "You know I'm not very good at lying."

Ominis was furious. "I wake up, in the middle of the night, to find that our bed is once again empty. No note, no sign of any of you two in the house." The rid tip of his wand made angry sparks. "You went off on one of your ridiculously dangerous, stupidly reckless adventures, didn't you? You made a promise to me the last time this happened that you won't go gallivanting off to any more abandoned castles."

"Technically," Sebastian murmured under his breath as his girlfriend desperately jabbed him in the stomach to get him to shut up. "No promises were broken. I did swear, no more crumbling castles this time, Ominis. We were in an abandoned dungeon this time. Quite different scenarios really."

"Shut up, Sebastian!" She whispered through gritted teeth. "The second he finds out we had to duel a dragon; we're going to be in real trouble."

"Oh, I already know." Ominis declared. "I can't believe the two of you. Fighting dragons? Fighting trolls? This isn't Hogwarts anymore! You can't just floo powder your way back to the infirmary and expect everything to work itself out!"

She nodded rapidly, falling to pieces under Ominis interrogation. "Ominis, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." Sebastian rolled his eyes. She always folded so easily for Ominis. "I really mean it. I didn't want to make you upset. I know we promised. But this time-"

Sebastian covered her mouth with his hands before she could spout out any more damning evidence. "Ominis, it was just an errand run. Nothing more than that, I swear, on Salazar Slytherin himself."

Ominis narrowed his eyes not fooled by Sebastian's lies. He could smell burnt fabric, as if someone's sleeve had been a bit too close to the dragon's breath. The air smelled ferric, as if there was blood spilt, either theirs or their enemies. He sighed. "I don't even want to know what you two were up to. Merlin knows if I knew half of the stuff the two of you did, I'd be sent to an early grave." He walked up to Sebastian. Ominis ran gentle fingers over Sebastian's face, trying to map out any new cuts or bruises. Sebastian chased his fingers with butterfly kisses as if trying to apologize for scaring him.

"Are you two hurt?" he asked.

"No."

"Never, not even a scratch on her."

Ominis nodded, stiffly. "Good, I’m glad to see you both in one piece."

Ominis let the false sense of security wash over them. The relief was palpable as they relaxed their tense shoulders, seemingly having weathered the storm of one of Ominis' infamous lectures.

Now that he knew they were safe, unharmed, and uninjured. Ominis could finally give them a piece of his mind. He exploded.

"Again! The two of you! Why, I've had it up to here with the two of you. Making me worried sick. Look at me, I'm losing my hair, sick with worried. I stayed up all night worried that one of you will come back in a coffin. When we decided to be together, to properly be together, we all swore an oath to keep each other safe. And here you are again, constantly breaking our vow to me, sneaking out in the dead of the night, not knowing if you'll ever come back in one piece. Why, I'm so crossed I'm at a loss for words."

Despite claiming to be speechless, the guilty duo had to sit and listen to Ominis' tirade for the better parts of an hour. As Ominis stopped to catch his breath, and calm his nerves, Sebastian decided now was the best time to chime in.

"Well, I've certainly learned my lesson." Sebastian interrupted rather boldly despite his girlfriend's increasingly panicked expression. "I'm glad we were able to come to another agreement, love. But really, Ominis you needn't needlessly worry. We're the two best duelists in all of England." He bragged. "Even the ministry's hitwizards have nothing on us. All of your worrying is just going to give your wrinkles."

Ominis whipped around to face him. "You are not to speak for the rest of the night. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir." Sebastian gulped.

"And you," The tides of Ominis' wrath turned to his girlfriend. "Again, and again, time after time, you let Sebastian and the whole population in London talk you into doing these insanely reckless activities. Fetching dragons' eggs, fighting a whole horde of inferi, Merlin, when will you finally learn to say no?" She looked down at her feet. It felt eerily similar to their first meeting together. "I don't know what's worse Sebastian's defiance of my direct orders or your constant need to please people at the expense of your own health."

The people-pleasing Hufflepuff in question could feel the tears threatening to make their appearance. She wrapped her arms around Ominis, paradoxically wanting to seek comfort from the very man that was angry at her. She buried her face in Ominis' chest, trying to hide herself away from his painful words. "I'm so sorry, Ominis." Her words were mumbled into his soon-to-be-wet sweater. "Please don't be angry at me….or Sebastian."

Ominis sighed. Dating two such different people was thrilling in its own right but also quite difficult at times. Where Sebastian has not been immune to his moments of explosive emotions, their girlfriend lived and died by Ominis praises and words of affection. Ominis tried his best, never to raise his voice at her. But he was only human, and in moments like these where Ominis wasn't sure if they were safe or even alive at all…it was hard. He did feel slightly bad. It was just like their first meeting together, when he hear the new girl with the beautiful voice step out of Sebastian and his Undercroft. The Gaunt family's wrath was perhaps one of the only things he did inherit from them.

It was always too hard to be angry at his lovers for any amount of time. Hugging her back, he rested his cheek on the top of her head. He ran his delicate hands through her hand, soothing her despite still being quite cross with her.

"Darling, I'm not angry anymore. Just disappointed in you. I expect much better from someone as extraordinary as you."

She hated it when Ominis yelled at her. Somehow it was much different compared to her screaming matches that she would have with Sebastian. When the usual level-headed, calm Ominis yelled at her, he was most definitely in the right. Now, the quiet disappointment? This was much much worse than Ominis being angry at her. Sebastian came closer to the pair, rubbing her lower back in support.

It was always the same pattern time after time. Ominis would get furious at the two of them for something that Sebastian would convince their girlfriend to do. A very stern talking to and lecture would be had. It always ended up in one of two ways. Sebastian would sweet talk his way back into Ominis' good graces (and back into their shared bed), or she would unintentionally be her charming, selfless, kind-hearted self and just evaporate any of Ominis' anger.

"So!" Sebastian clapped his hands cheerily. "It's been quite a long day. I'm knackered and would love a good sleep in between the most handsome wizard in London and the most gorgeous witch in all of England. Let's put this poor girl to bed, shall we Ominis? I think she's quite learned her lesson."

"Oh, don't you think you can get away so easily, Sebastian."

Drat. He really did hope that would work this time around.

Perhaps it was time for a different approach. He moved behind the hugging couple snaking his arms in between the others' embrace, standing on the tips of his feet to rest his jaw on the taller man's shoulder. Embracing Ominis from behind, he used his signature Sebastian Sallow voice that would have had schoolboy Ominis wrapped entirely around his finger. "C'mon Ominis. We've already apologized. It's been a tiring evening." Sebastian's lips tickled Ominis' ears, sending shivers down the man's spine. "Please, let the both of us make it up to you." He playfully nipped Ominis' ears before dropping his voice down an octave. "I can promise you that our apologies are best heard in the bedroom."

Sandwiched between his girlfriend's kraken like embrace in the front, and Sebastian's seductive voice from behind, Ominis knew where this was going. He extricated himself from the two of them, drying his tear-stained shirt with a quick flick of his wand.

"Don't even think about it, Sallow. In no way, am I rewarding your bad behavior tonight. You can start by making it up to me by doing the dishes for a week."

Sebastian shrugged. Well, all things concerned, that could have gone a lot worse.

"Without magic."

"What! Come off it. What's the point in that?!" Sebastian protested. He shot a look at his girlfriend. "Hang on, why do I have to the do the dishes while she gets no punishment."

She sniffed, drying her eyes with the back of her hands. "Yes, please, let me make it up to you. I feel so awful for letting you worry about us. I had no idea how much our nighttime outings affected you." Ominis could feel his shoulders soften. "You always cook us the most amazing dinners, Ominis. And we immediately betray your love by sneaking behind your back the moment you go to sleep. Let me at least prepare our meals for the rest of the week. It's the least I can do."

Ominis sighed, running his hand through his hair. "No, darling, that's quite all right. You don't have to do that for me."

"What!" Sebastian sputtered. "Oh, come on, Ominis. Are you favoring her over me?" Sebastian's jealousy couldn't help but rear its ugly head once again. He couldn't help but worry, once again, if he was being left behind.

The blond man scoffed. "Hardly. Different people need to be punished differently. Our girl thrives off of helping other people, getting praise, and being a little bit of a doormat." He turned to her, hands on his hips, about to deliver the final devastating blow. "There's nothing that you could do that would make me feel better. You've really betrayed my trust today,"

Her expression was crushed. Tears spilled over onto her cheeks. "Merlin, this is ten times worse than any punishment at Azkaban."

Sebastian gaped at her. Unbelievable. "You are such a Hufflepuff sometimes."

She wiped her eyes before sticking her tongue out at him. "Ominis tells me you're a bad influence, and I should stop listening to you."

Sebastian pinched her bum in retaliation, delighting in the squeal of surprise she made.

"Enough," Ominis said before this would get out of hand. If he didn't stop this now, sooner or later clothes would start going missing. "You both are sleeping on the couch together."

"There's only one couch!" Sebastian protested.

"Then I suppose you'll have to figure out a solution. Good night, the both of you."

For the rest of the week, Ominis gave them the cold shoulder. He did a stunning rendition of the Bloody Baron, drifting about their shared home with an aristocratic disdain for the other two. ("Do you think he's still mad at us" he heard her whispering in the garden. Sebastian snorted. "Hardly. Ominis is just being dramatic as usual. You'll see. He'll come around.")

Ominis sighed, pinching his nose. It was hard enough trying to juggle…whatever it was that the three of them had with his job at the Ministry. Over the past week, his paperwork as an Unspeakable had piled up on his desk. He was lucky that he was able to finish the majority of it today. Returning back home, he couldn't wait to make a nice quick meal, something comforting and warm. Opening the front gate of their house, he mused over which book he was going to choose to read by the fire. As he walked to the front of the door, his cheery mood started to dissipate. Loud clanging and clashing sounds were coming from their kitchen. Ominis could hear Sebastian yelling something. Oh Salazar, what were those two up to now?

"Sebastian, the stove is way too hot! You're burning it! Let me cook. I actually know what I'm doing."

"Says the one who managed to injury herself twice within 5 minutes of this whole mess. You know, for being the best duelist of the three of us, you're awfully talented at getting yourself hurt."

"That's not what happened, and you know it, Slytherin. Oh Merlin, why on earth does it look like that? Is it supposed to be grey?"

"You think he would notice?"

There was a hacking coughing sound. As if someone had taste tested their food and found it rather wanting.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, he's definitely going to think we're trying to poison him. What on earth did you put in that, Sebastian?"

"Frankly, I haven't had the foggiest clue. Can we call Deek for help, now? We tried your way, being all cute and romantic, and look where that got us. We should have done it my way from the start and just taken him to bed."

"Sebastian, not every relationship problem can be solved by a romp in the sheets."

Sebastian made a noise of disagreement. "Hasn't stopped working for me yet."

Ominis hovered in front of their front door. Reluctant to open it and learn of the true extent of whatever damage they did to his poor house. Maybe it was better if he just walked away and let this one play out. Who knows? Maybe they could pull through and not destroy the house he worked very hard to decorate and make a home. Maybe if he came back an hour later, his girlfriend and boyfriend would be appropriately behaved, good, model-citizens.

"Maybe try incendio." Sebastian suggested. "If you burn the evidence, it's like it never existed."

"Hmmm….unfortunately, you might be right. I'm running out of ideas on how to salvage this."

Oh, Merlin's beard.

The front door banged open, interrupting any more awful suggestions. Ominis strolled in, wand out, ready to put a stop to whatever mayhem was happening in his kitchen.

The pair of them frozen, like two Nifflers robbing a bank. For once in her life, she was glad Ominis was blind. Maybe, he wouldn't notice the dough that had somehow stuck itself to the tiled ceiling. Or how one of the freshly painted cabinet doors was hanging off by only one of its two hinges. Or how her and Sebastian were both covered in questionable liquids. Maybe, he wouldn't smell the burnt food or notice how one of his favorite tea towels that they bought for his birthday had been completely vanished (along with a few more traces of their culinary sins).

"Ominis!" Sebastian greeted brightly. "Just in time, we've almost finished with making you supper!"

"Is that what we're calling this fiasco?" Ominis asked drily. Merlin, he didn't want to even use his wand as a guide to "see" his way around the kitchen. Maybe it was better that he didn't know the full extent of the damage.

His girlfriend approached him, gently taking his outer coat, scarf, and hat from his hands to hang it up in its proper places with the flick of her wand. Her hands found his as she rubbed soothing circles on his cold skin. "Ominis, Sebastian and I, well, we feel downright rotten for last week." Sebastian snorted in the background. "We can see how much our adventures affect you. I can't make any promises that it won't happen again. Or that Sebastian won't convince me to do something stupid again."

"Oi!" The offended man said in the background, throwing his hands in the air.

She ignored him. "But what I can promise you is that we'll communicate better with you. We'll tell you well in advance. We'll tell you where we go, what we're expecting, and what time we'll be home by. No more of this sneaking around in the dead of the night. No more lies or hiding things from you."

Ominis could feel the tension in his stomach relax a bit. "Well, I suppose it's unfair for me to demand you stop something that brings you two so much joy." He chewed on his tongue thoughtfully. "I'm amendable to this new arrangement. I only ask that I not be left in the dark. You have no idea how awful it is waking up in the middle of the night not knowing if you'll be left alone for the rest of your life."

Sebastian was behind to them, snaking his hand around Ominis thin waist and peppering kisses on the side of his pale neck. "You shan't be alone. We'll always be here." His mouth was dangerously close to Ominis's pulse. "From now on, you have an indefinite invitation to come to any one of our outings. Merlin knows someone needs to witness the majesty that is Sebastian Sallow." The other two snickered. "Now come on Ominis,” Sebastian hands made their journey towards Ominis's belt. "Let us make it up to you."

Ominis could feel how weak he was to Sebastian's tactics. With their sweetheart in front, now pressing soft kisses on Ominis's hands, and Sebastian behind him, chin tucked on Ominis's shoulder, Ominis could feel his will waver. Sebastian angled Ominis's chin towards him, eyes flickering to the other man's kips. Whatever protests Ominis had in his mind were now entirely forgotten, too busy being kissed by his boyfriend.

They kiss for what feels like an entirety until Ominis has to pull back for air. Then, their lover kissed Ominis, hard, before he could catch his breath. Ominis ran his long fingers through her hair. Her hands have worked their way up to Ominis's chest and finding Sebastian's tie. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the necktie pulling him in, refusing to let him go. Sebastian couldn't stop grinning marveling at his own luck having successfully wooed the two most beautiful people on earth.

When she broke apart from poor Ominis, who was entirely winded, she tugged on the green tie, pulling Sebastian forward. He gladly met her half-way, arms curling around her waist.

Ominis supposed one week of giving them the cold shoulder was punishment enough. Except-

"What about the kitchen? Weren't you two trying to make something?"

The other two separated from their kiss, arms still around each other. The mischievous pair blinked owlishly, their eyes too innocent and too childlike.

"What are you talking about, Ominis? I haven't had the foggiest idea what you mean." Sebastian tried.

"We made…a small mess." she confessed. "I think Sebastian was trying to poison you to steal your family fortune."

Sebastian laughed, before reaching around to Ominis to kiss him on the cheek.

"Don't get too cocky," Ominis warned without any real heat. It was hard to be intimidating when his boyfriend was kissing the edge of his lips, and his girlfriend was leaving bruising marks on Ominis's neck. "Just because you two try to do something cute. My mood can change at any time."

"Mmhmm." Sebastian agreed, before teasingly nipping at Ominis's lips.

Ominis sighed, fully relenting to the fact that he was too easy on them. His pants were getting tighter, and his heartbeat quicken. "I believe, there was something you two were meaning to show me upstairs?"

He could feel the other man's grin on his cheek. Sebastian purred. "Now, that's the spirit."

Their girlfriend guided his hand towards the staircase, "Come on, Ominis. Sebastian and I have something in store for you in the bedroom." Sebastian laughed, young and carefree.

Ominis shook his head with a smile on his face. The two of them, incorrigible. "Lead the way." Ominis answered.

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arthenaa · 1 year

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Requesting angsty moment with Ominis x f!reader that takes place after what happens with Sebastian and Solomon where Ominis and reader are distraught and guilty and angry but they end up having passionate sex bc they just need to be close to each other so badly in the midst of everything they lost

my saving grace — ominis x f!reader

summary: It happened. Sebastian has completely lost himself and you and Ominis have no idea how to deal with the repercussions. You fear that it will only take just enough for the both of you to lose yourselves but then you remember that the fact that you haven't is because you both still have each other.

content tags: 18+, explicit sexual content, characters are aged up and instead of the seb thing happening during their 5th year, it happens on their 7th, the reader uses she/her pronouns, angst, comfort, reader is ravenclaw, i havent reached this part of the game yet but i kinda know what happened but idk the details so it might be different from what actually happened in the game HAHA, you guys make love in seb's house, comfort sex, crying crying, self reflection, ominis is in love w you, p in v sex, cockwarming, heavy petting, foreplay, ominis fucks u while standing up and against the wall teehee, nasty stuff, you both miss sebastian, i am so sorry i love writing them as a poly relationship but i dont rlly imply anything of both of your relationships with seb, poor you and ominis :(( , kinda short tbh

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

It gives an unpleasant itch in your brain the longer you spend time in it. It's nothing like the ones you have with Poppy while tending to the beasts in class or the ones with Samantha in the comforts of the common room. Or maybe the ones you spend with Ominis and Sebastian in the undercroft.

Ominis and Sebastian.

Sebastian.

Right. That happened.

A few hours ago, you were in the Feldcroft catacombs, helping Sebastian in his quest to find a cure for Anne then next you're standing in shock as your very own best friend had cast an unforgivable on his uncle and he had chosen the worst out of the three. The Killing Curse.

It had happened all too fast. You barely caught a glimpse of the green ray of light heading toward Solomon. You watch as Anne fought off her twin, face filled with disgust and disbelief as she hauled her uncle's unmoving body from the floor. On her way out, she sent you a face of despair and desperation and you knew what she was telling you.

'Take care of him. For me.'

You're currently seated on the steps leading to the Sallow home. The silence was deafening not because of the night but because of the lack of people. No one was home.

You expected Anne to be here but she wasn't and you were close to ripping the strands of hair from your head because now you were worried for both twins. Sebastian was nowhere to be found after the whole fiasco. You remember the scared look on his face after he had done what he did, looking for some sort of semblance of comfort from you, that what he did was right and just because he was doing it for his sister. You thought maybe he had learned from the dangers of dark magic when you were in your 5th year but it seems as time passed, his quest for finding a cure for Anne overshadowed his morals as a person.

You let out a shakey sigh as you hug your legs closer to your chest. The cold breeze of the night provided some sort of comfort in the silence. Your chin rests on the top of your knees, observing the houses around you. It was close to midnight and so you suspected that the people inside were already in their slumber.

"It's late." A familiar voice breaks your reverie. You jump at the sudden presence before turning your head to the culprit.

"Ominis." You whisper, almost so quiet that Ominis barely hears it. The young Gaunt stands in the greenery surrounding the front yard of the Sallow home. You stare as he allows his wand to guide you to where you're seating and seats down beside you.

Somehow, the silence becomes tolerably better as you feel Ominis's warmth from your side. He bites his lip as he fiddles with his wand. "Did you find him?"

"No." You whisper back, eyes staring dead into the night. Another cold wind blows past you.

"Anne?"

"Nope." You could feel the tears start to well in your eyes, you try your best to hold them back. Ominis nods in understanding before he pulls his knees up and rests his hands, outstretched on his knees. His head drops as he lets out a sigh.

It's silent once again and then you finally realized why the silence feels too hard to bear. It's because this town that had always been too silent, always had comfort in it from the way Anne sips her morning herbal tea to Mr. Sallow grumbling as he yet again flips another coin into the well and of course, Sebastian; Sebastian who had both shown you the wonders of his tightly-knit hometown and welcomed you with open arms from when you were 5th years up until your 7th. Sebastian who had shown you Feldcroft's love for tranquility and comfort in silence. You had found yourself in a town— in a home with just the two of you.

Just you and Ominis.

The dam breaks out of nowhere and you could only prevent yourself from full-out bawling as the palm of your hands cover your mouth. Ominis is startled by the sudden sounds of your crying.

"I-I should've stopped him." You sobbed as your hands shake. It was quite muffled with the hindrance of the hands against your mouth but Ominis hears it nonetheless. The blonde only falls silent as he listens to your worries. "Way back then! I should've—"

"No, Y/N." Ominis gently intercepts as he tries to swallow a sudden lump in his throat, preventing the breakdown caused by the events that occurred a few hours ago. "You were just trying to help. I-I would've done it as well, had I been in your place. There was nothing we could do."

Ominis sounds like he's trying to convince himself more than you. You look at him with swollen eyes as the urge to bawl dwindled. You let out a shaky sigh once more as you try to calm yourself.

"All of this started because of me," Ominis whispers. You turn your head towards the young Gaunt in confusion. "I was the one who exposed him to the dark arts. He was a natural learner and when concepts and magic like this are exposed to a person like him, it's innate for Sebastian to know more. He loves Anne more than anything. I-I should've known better when I brought you both to the scriptorium a few years ago. I helped set up that situation for him. I helped him hurt Anne. I made him—"

He couldn't say the words but you knew what he was talking about. You scowl at his insinuation before grabbing his cheeks in your hands and facing them toward you. You could now see the tears silently running down his face. It had sounded like he was so composed but he was just as broken as you were.

"I miss him," Ominis whispers as you hold his face close to yours. Your lip wobbles as you lick your bottom lip to collect yourself.

"You need to listen to yourself, Ominis." You mumble as your thumbs brush against his cold cheeks. "There are a lot of things we don't understand today and most of them we may try to blame ourselves for it but never try to point the blame on something that Sebastian inflicted himself. He was perfectly aware of what this might lead to and he cast it with perfect intentions."

Ominis quietly sobs in your hands as you press your forehead against his. "I'm scared to think right now."

"Then don't." You whisper as your eyes focus on the trembling boy in front of you. "Just focus on me."

Ominis gulps as he tries to compose himself, letting out short breaths as he lifts his hands to feel the sides of your arms then your shoulders then your neck then your jaw then your cheeks. You softly smile as you allow yourself to be seen by Ominis. You bask in his touch before feeling his touch on your lips. Its gentle and faint. Your eyes glance down at his lips before looking up at his cloudy blue eyes.

He leans in hesitantly before placing a soft and tender kiss on your lips. It rests on yours for a couple of seconds before he gently pulls away. There's a moment of pause before he breaks the silence.

"Stay with me." He whispers. You admire his face for a bit as you lean back slightly. You know what he means as he intertwines his hands with yours. It almost makes you cry but you know you needed to both be strong for what's about to come and right now, all you needed was each other. You press your forehead against his to let him feel your nod.

"O-Ominis." You moan softly as the blonde buries his head on your neck. His hands pull you close against him as you seat on his lap. Your cloaks and coats are forgotten on the floor of the house as your bodies entangle with one another on one of the beds inside the Sallow home.

The moment the two of you entered the house, it was just a mess of limbs wanting to be close as they physically can to one another. You can't remember the moment Ominis pulled you into his lap and sucked the living daylights out of you but you can't complain with how good it felt.

"Fuck." Ominis curses as his hands move under your skirt to grip your ass against the fabric of your undergarments. You whimper as you move against the hardening bulge on his crotch. You wrap your arms around his neck as you place your forehead against his.

"Pretty." You whisper, smiling as you trace his features with your hand. "My pretty boy."

Ominis whimpers at the praise before moving his hand in your inner thigh and boldy cupping your sex. You jolt in response, moaning as he grinds the palm of his hand against your clit.

"You've done so well. Done so much." Ominis licks his lips as he feels your wet arousal leak through your underwear. You rest your head on his shoulder as Ominis slides the piece of fabric to the side and slide his fingers in with ease. You moan at the intrusion.

You hug him close as he works your inside, shaping you to fit him. He curls his fingers in, pushing them deeper as it brushes against your sweet spot. You whine at its closeness, your hips trying to push it deeper as you grind on his fingers. Ominis peppers kisses on the side of your neck and jaw, cooing as you continue to let out soft moans and gasps at his ministrations.

"P-put it in." You whisper as your hand grips his wrist to stop him. You had almost come from his fingers alone but all you needed right now is to be closer to him. Ominis nods before the two of you remove your remaining clothes. He casts a protection charm and you watch as a thin sheen surface wrapped around his cock. Your hands find themselves cupping his cheeks once more as he angles his cock against your entrance. You gulp as you feel the head bump into your opening.

"You ready?" He softly asks, rubbing his hands against your hips. You smile as you pull him into a kiss, gently lowering yourself down onto his cock. Both of you softly moan out as you take in his length inch by inch. It takes you a while before you feel his thighs hit against yours. You let out a shaky breath as you rub your noses against one another.

Silence, but this time it's comfort. It fills in your heart with warmth and tranquility. It renders you both speechless and only relying on your bodies to communicate how you feel and so, you move.

You bounce passionately on his lap, feeling his length go in and out of your cunt. It draws out whines and moans as you try to keep yourself as close as possible with your foreheads still against one another. Ominis grips your hips as he tries to meet your bounces with his thrusts, pushing him deeper in you. The pleasure is immense and the need for each other's warmth is felt through the clashing of lips and gripping of one another's skin.

At one point, Ominis grabs your waist and pulls you to stand up with ease. Your legs wrap around his waist as he bounces you up and down his cock with vigor. You make choked noises as you certainly feel the thrust of his cock hit the back of your throat. You wrap your arms around his neck as he pushes you against the wall, growling as he rams his cock into you.

You allow yourself to be at his mercy. To be his canvas as he paints you with reds, greens, and blacks signifying the emotions brought by earlier events. Sebastian. Anne. Mr. Sallow. The triptych. The Scriptorium. His family. Slytherin. You allow him to use you as he sees fit as you do to him.

Ominis pulls his head back from your neck, thoroughly marking your neck. He presses his forehead against yourself as you feel his hips stuttering.

"Stay with me. Please—" He whispers, broken as he pleads softly. You grabs his face between your hands as he practically fucks you into the wall. "Stay. Stay by me. F-Fuck."

"I'm here." You reassure him as you place a chaste kiss on his lips before you move to press against his ear, your hand gripping his hair tightly. He moans in response. "I'm here. I'll be here, always."

He snarls at your response as he moves his hips faster. His hand dives down to rub your clit, stimulating you further to your climax. You let out high-pitched whines against his ear as you grip his hair tighter.

It's him who releases first as he bottoms out and let his fluid be caught by the protective charm, forming a barrier from being released inside you, yet despite his release being protected, you could still feel its warmth which prompts you to release as well. Your body jolts at your orgasm, your thighs shake and your toes curl at the intensity. You push against Ominis, head banging against the wall as you choked out moans.

"I love you. I fucking love you." Ominis snarls as he dips down to suck your breasts. It further enhances your lengthy orgasm as you grip his shoulders in sensitivity. Ominis gently pries you from the wall as you slump in his arms before gently placing you down on the bed.

Its all hazy as you feel being cleaned up before a body is pressed up yet again against you. Ominis wraps you in his embrace as you pull him close. You feel overwhelmed with the need to be close to him as he continues to give you soft kisses against your face. You didn't even know you were crying before Ominis gently brushed against your temples, catching the falling tears. You open your eyes as you stare at him beside you.

"Ominis." You whisper as you face him on your side. You place a soft kiss on his lips as your leg rests over his hip. The need for each other's touch never left. His hand runs the length of your thigh as he slots himself between your legs. You miss the fullness as your swollen and sensitive pussy clenched over nothing. "Inside. Please."

Ominis moves in silence as his hand pushes you close against him through the small of your back before grabbing the shaft of his semi-hard cock and pushing it back in with ease. You dreamily sigh as you place kisses against his lips. Both of stay still, feeling your inner walls pulse against his slowly hardening cock, both riddled with sensitivity.

"I love you too." Your reply to his declaration after a few moments of silence. You trace his features with your finger as he softly smiles at you returning his affection. Tears flow freely down your faces as you kiss once more. It's you who pulls back first.

"I'm here with you."

"As am I, my little dove."

A/N: smut is done best at 3 am. hope yall enjoyed this :D you and ominis fucked each other so hard bc yall needed to vent <3

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt smut #hogwarts legacy smut

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oliver-quick-ens-my-pulse · 1 year

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Just the Two of Us

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

Summary - Anon request for "I love your writing! I was hoping I could request a NSFW female reader x Ominis and them having their first time together in the Undercroft? They weren't planning on it but it happens and Ominis is very nervous and shy. 🥺"

Word Count - 1,636

Warnings - 18 + smut, characters aged up, soft Ominis

A/N - I feel like this didn't come out so well, as someone who's not new to sex anymore I have such a hard time writing clumsy virgin sex, but let me know what you think!

You felt like you couldn't shut the door behind you fast enough as you padded across the stone floor to find Ominis, waiting for you in the Undercroft.

A lot of things had happened down here, a lot of unpleasant and life-changing conversations. Lately, you and Ominis has been trying to at least make some new positive ones to imprint over the old.

Ominis' face lit up the moment he heard your footsteps, he looked up from the table he was cleaning off and you threw yourself into his arms.

You nearly knocked him over, but he caught you and held you steady, holding you still to meet you with a kiss.

"Someone's excited to see me."

"Of course," you wrapped your hands around his shoulders, "I'm excited for the break we have. Everyone is nearly gone home and you and I are here with all the time and space in the world."

He loved to hear you happy. And he did love that he would have so much free time to devote to you. He was free from worrying about Sebastian and just how hard he had made things.

"I am too, although that does mean we don't have to be down here in this dungeon," he laughed and gestured around.

"Well, I happen to like this place, it's private and just for us." You held his face in your hands softly rubbing at his cheeks before kissing him deeply.

He sighed against your mouth and ran his tongue along your bottom lip to taste you. You felt your body heat up at the contact, reaching behind his head to pull him closer.

Ominis loved the feeling of your hands through his hair, he wanted to know if you would pull harder were he between your thighs instead. At the same time he felt nervous at you seeing him disheveled, it's one of the reasons he had avoided going much further with you. It's not like he could tell how he looked so it made him twice as self-conscious to be so unware.

When he pulled away you pretended to pout, lightly shoving him. "Ominis, you can't leave a girl hanging like that. I can tell you're enjoying it too." Your voice was soft as you pressed yourself against him, feeling the early stages of his erection.

He stepped back from you and gestured from his rumpled up cloak to his hair all askew, "Don't I look silly to you? I just. I feel I can't look good enough for you for anything like this." He swallowed hard, eyes darting around in embarrassment.

If only he could see the lust in your eyes and the way your lips parted for him. Seeing him flustered was really better than any perfectly polished version of him any day in your opinion.

"Ominis you're so sexy when you're just, just being you. Every imperfection makes you so much more desirable to me."

You walked back up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, "I'll never make you do anything you don't want. So if you still want to go slow and wait on this kind of thing, we can."

You were both flustered. Flushed cheeks and hot bodies collided as he kissed you with more passion this time, taking you off guard. It between kisses he muttered, "I want to try, just take it easy on me?"

You grinned against his mouth at his statement, pushing his robes from his shoulders, "We're both going to be bad at this Ominis, it's okay."

You slipped your hands down his shoulders and held his hands within your own as you deepened the kiss. He traced feather light caresses over your fingers and up your arms to discard your robe as well. He felt emboldened enough to the press his palm up beneath your sweater, feeling your warm skin as he crept up to your chest.

You muttered his name softly, encouraging him to explore further. You leaned into his touch as he dipped below your chemise, massaging one breast and then the other. He felt your nipples stiffen under his touch, encouraging him to roll them between his fingers.

You broke free from the your kiss to lift your sweater above your head, you pulled the chemise at the same time leaving your top half completely exposed. Ominis couldn't see, but he felt the fresh air in the way that goosebumps formed on your skin beneath him.

Ominis felt the tips of his ears get hot and he whispered to you how beautiful you were. You grabbed his free hand and placed both of them on your breasts as you ground yourself against his front. You saw the rise and fall in his chest pick up and his eyes widened as a reflex.

You guided his hands down lower and he hooked his thumbs into both of your bottoms, sliding to the floor with them. He looked up at you with his face you leaning against your smooth calf.

"You smell delicious," he commented as he placed kisses on your knees, working his way up. You couldn't take your eyes off of him as he braced a hand on your thigh, standing back up and sliding his hand to cup your wet pussy as he did so.

"Y-You're turn," you stuttered out, placing your hands at the hem of his shirt, stripping him of it quickly. He was pale and lean, but somewhere in the last few years he had filled out more, you loved feeling up his broad expanse of skin.

You held onto him for balance as he attempted to get his pants off, but he stumbled back into the wall. He looked at you like he was caught in a spotlight and you couldn't hold in the small bit of laughter.

"It's okay," you said as you walked up to him, spinning him so that you were the one against the wall, "It looks like I might have caught you with your pants down." He kissed you once more to save himself from his own embarrassment. You couldn't complain when you felt his cock up against your stomach.

"Ominis," you muttered, "can you, do you think you could lift me and I could..." you let your words trail off for him to insinuate what you were getting at.

He used firm hands to grip onto the sensitive curve where your thighs meet your back side and you used the wall as a brace a he lifted you and you wrapped your legs around him.

The both of you groaned at all of the sudden sensations. He could feel your heat and slick with his throbbing hard-on. He discovered how nice it was digging into the plump flesh of your ass while he held onto you and kneaded it.

You thrusted your hips against his helplessly while he decided to lick and suck on your neck. You felt limp in his arms, like you would do anything he asked if the sensations were going to be this good.

"I want to, to be inside," he said sheepishly, "do you think you're ready?" Luckily for you he felt your head nod because you were too busy for words.

He moved an arm to wrap around your waist while he used his other hand to guide the weeping head of his cock to your entrance. He got a devilish smirk on his face as he rubbed his pre-cum across your tight hole.

You moaned his name and bucked your hips so that the tip would start to slide in, both of you having a sharp intake of breath as it do so.

"F-fuck, Y/N," he took his time trying to fill you up comfortably, "I don't - ah - I don't know if it'll fit."

You grimaced from the new sensation of being stretched out, but spoke to him softly and reassured him that it was normal for the first time.

"Just, just push yourself inside, Ominis," he found himself unable to hold back as he harshly pressed his hips in to meet yours. You pulled him tight and flush to your body as you cried out.

"More, I want more, fuck me, Ominis." He didn't need to be told twice as he was feeling the most sensory overload he'd ever experienced. He nearly panicked as he wasn't sure how he was supposed to keep it together long enough to please you.

He stuttered out your name, "I don't know how long I can last," he huffed, his cheeks bright red and his groans getting louder by the second.

You reached down between your legs and he quickly noticed your fingers, understanding what you wanted. He dragged the wetness from your thighs over to your clit with his index finger, alternating pressure to find the sensation you liked the best.

He couldn't contain himself when you made so many whines and scratched at his back with your nails. He didn't pause in his attack on your most sensitive part as he thrusted hard and fast, shooting all of his load up inside of you.

Your name mixed with apologies tumbled off of his lips while he continued to move his hips at a much slower pace, you could feel your heat building in your stomach and you pressed your hand over his to add more pressure.

You could see stars as you came around him, reveling in the new feeling of being so full when you came. You sat still, clinging to each other while you fought to catch your breath.

"'m sorry it was so soon, I - I - I thought -," you shushed his apologies assuring him they weren't needed.

You pulled his face to yours, pressing your nose to his, "It just means we need more practice right?"

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spaceyaceface · 10 months

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Maybe 👉👈 this is too much to ask... but can I have an Ominis one (obviously 💁‍♀️) with a combined "cut the bullshit, tell me the truth!" and "were you ever going to tell me?"

My heartstrings are tingling about this new batch of writing prompts from you because I know it will be bombastically magnificent! I hope you're doing okay, and thank you very much! 🌟

Hello hello love!!! Ah so excited to be back to do prompts, camping was great but I like my internet connection a little too much haha! Also I get way too poetic in these little blurbs oops enjoy my ramblings :)

Prompts: "cut the bullshit, tell me the truth!" "were you ever going to tell me?"

Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader/MC

Warnings: Angst, but fluff of course

"I don't know what you're taking about."

He could hear her pacing just as loudly as he could hear his blood rushing in his ears. They'd been sitting in the Undercroft, reading together, like they'd done many afternoons. He thought she'd been asleep, and like breathing, the words had slipped out.

I love you.

Then she'd shot up, and his heart nearly leapt out of his throat.

Since that moment, he'd instinctively tried to stick to his trusty old tactic when it came to his feelings toward her---

Deny, deny, deny.

It didn't seem to be working this time.

"I heard you, Ominis. I heard you say it. Say it again."

It wasn't even a question this time. It was a demand.

"I didn't say anything."

Her bitter laugh sent a cold chill through him. The steps of her pacing stopped right in front of him, and he had to make a large effort to keep his posture straight to conceal his unease.

"You said you loved me," she said. The confirmation that she had heard those words made him wince, and his head turned away from her, as if trying to escape the sound of her accusing voice. "You said you loved me, Ominis. I--"

The sound of her voice breaking caught him off guard, and he felt his walls slipping away, little by little, as she continued.

"I need to know if you do. If you mean it. Please, cut the bullshit. Tell me the truth."

Tell the truth? After nearly a year of trying to let these feelings wither away, after aching night after night for her, only to awake each day as if nothing was wrong? He'd become a master of deception, woven a perfect net of lies. But it seemed he had finally gotten entangled within it.

"It's true," he muttered. The softness of the sound pierced the air more loudly than it had any right to. "I love you."

She took a step closer to him, and he stepped the same distance back, keeping space between them. She didn't try to move forward again. He was torn between being grateful and hurt by that fact---he wasn't sure he had the strength to move away from her once again.

"You love me," she echoed, and the words in her voice nearly knocked the breath out of him. "Were you ever going to tell me?"

It was his turn to let a bitter chuckle escape him. "Please," he spat. "As if I ever had any right in feeling this way. As if I ever had any chance of you returning my affections."

"The right---Ominis, what on earth are you---"

"Let me remind you who I am, " he said, his tone becoming more firm. "I am Ominis Gaunt. Descendent of Salazar Slytherin, and heir to the Gaunt name. Wretched blood runs through my veins, yet it's the only blood my family counts as worthwhile. The things they've done---the things I've done... So, no. I have no right to anything good. To anything beautiful. No right to anything like you."

She was silent for a moment, and he felt satisfied knowing his words had gotten to her. His message had gotten across. "How dare you," she whispered. A mixed feeling washed over him---one of relief that she understood, yet one of sorrow that his estimate of himself had been confirmed. But then she kept speaking. "How dare you try to tell me you're not worth my love. I choose who I give it to---and you, Ominis, have all of it."

"W-what---"

He was right. When she stepped forward, gripping the front of his robes, he had no power to move away.

"I don't care about your blood. About the things your family made you do. I don't give a single shit about one of them. I care about you."

He could feel her breath on his lips. He should push her away, run, hide, do anything. She wasn't thinking straight. She couldn't mean it. She didn't---

"I love you."

It was the conviction in her voice that sent every last doubt away running. She could have have convinced God to give up his throne with that tone. But here she used it to make him hers.

There was no more air between them---he was quick to make sure of that. His lips pressed to hers, and he found her words were not the only means of convincing him he was loved.

The doubts and worries would come back, he knew, sooner than he would like. But he was content letting her lips and soft whispers chase them away, to lock them behind a door for a while.

He loved her. And by some miracle, she felt the same.

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Ominis & Sebastian Going Down On You

Ominis/GN!reader and Sebastian/GN!reader. all characters aged up, NSFW below the cut ;)

Ominis

♡ "These are so wet already- why don't you just take them off?"

♡ Ominis says this all in the matter-of-fact way of his that would ordinarily be one hell of a mood killer, but presently, with him shirtless and on top of you, you find that you don't mind much at all.

♡ He smiles at you as you obey slowly, slipping your underthings down your legs partially before he takes hold of them with a tsk, sliding them down the rest of the way and discarding them to an unknown corner of the undercroft.

♡ "So beautiful." He'd mutter, half to himself and half to you, reverence thick in his pale eyes as he kisses a neat line down your torso. His hands are gentle and soft as they cup your hips, and Ominis continues to work his way down with his mouth.

♡ He hikes each of your legs over his shoulders, running his tongue through your folds in a dizzyingly slow motion. You exhale a breath you didn't remember holding, hips moving towards the friction but being caught by his patient hands, that guided them back to the ground.

♡ Ominis was determined to take his time with you.

♡ He'd take you in his mouth slowly, savoring the taste and feel of you. No matter how much you bucked and jerked against him he'd maintain his own pace.

♡ "Calm yourself, darling. I'll give you what you want, just wait a moment."

♡ You didn't want to wait a moment. Not with the way his tongue was working at you like magic and the undercroft was spinning and all you could feel was ..

♡ You're finished embarrassingly quickly. Your body reacts too quickly for your brain to catch up as Ominis makes impossibly quick work of you, and then continues.

♡ You sit up, thighs clutching and shaking around his head.

♡ He looked up at you through his mess of blond hair, and somehow, you knew he understood the expression on your face. He smiled into you.

♡ He doesn't stop.

Sebastian

♡ "I know the fastest way to feel better."

♡ You'd just finished telling Sebastian how stressed you were over your schoolwork, pouring over a large textbook at your desk in the room of requirement.

♡ You furrow your eyebrows at the boy who merely smiles back at you wolfishly, before crawling beneath your desk.

♡ You gasp and scoot your chair back to peak down at him. He grins up at you, taking the opportunity to spread your knees apart and make himself comfortable between your legs.

♡ You flush a brilliant red at the sight as your eyes widen. Sebastian was always a very forward man, but this was a whole new level. You swallowed hard.

♡ "Don't look so nervous baby, I don't bite." He purred, leaning his head against the plush of your thigh and looking up at you with those big brown eyes.

♡ "Less you want me to." He said, shooting you a wink. Your breath hitched. He punctuated his words with a gentle kiss to the inner side of your thigh, eyes still boring into yours as he gently nipped at the flesh.

♡ "Well, go on, then. Finish up your work."

♡ You blinked at him as he moved his head forward, pulling the chair legs forward so you could no longer see him. You could feel him, though. That much was certain.

♡ His tongue ran over the cover of your underwear and you felt your stomach do flips. You really, really hoped Deek wasn't coming back any time soon.

♡ You leaned over the desk, trying to support yourself as he continued to work at you.

♡ "Read it." He said, plainly. You turned even redder than you thought possible. You remained quiet for a moment, when teeth clamped down on your thigh once more. You yelped, before beginning to read the chapter you had open aloud.

♡ As soon as he returned to what he was doing you began stumbling over your words, to which he only seemed to move faster.

♡ By the time he'd had his way with you the first time, you'd completed two pages.

♡ Luckily, there was a whole chapter left.

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The Noble House of Gaunt | Part 2

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angst | slytherin!reader requests info w.c | 3.1k summary | Sebastian is determined to make Ominis see reason, even if it means doing something Ominis told him specifically not to do.

Genuine question, I've been seeing some Sebastian smut on Tumblr but haven't seen any for Ominis. If I dabbled in smut for Ominis, is this something that would make people uncomfortable? I threw in a tiny bit of spice into this one, just to see how it's received.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Blurb

You were determined to make it through the entire day without falling apart. It had been nearly a month since Ominis broke up with you, and while you weren't trying to keep track it was hard to forget the day your heart was ripped out. Thankfully you hadn't seen Ominis with any other girls, you don't think your heart could bear the sight. You've also seen Sebastian trailing after Ominis the last few weeks, you hope they've made up. The thought of Sebastian being all alone hurts your heart, but worse than that imagining Ominis on his own made your chest tighten. You know you shouldn't care how he's feeling after what he did, but you do. You can't help it, you love him.

Truthfully, the last few weeks have felt odd. You swore you caught someone eyeing you from afar multiple times, and there were moments in class where the hairs on the back of your neck rose- as if someone was watching you. You felt like you were slowly getting paranoid, perhaps being hunted by Ranrok and Rookwood for the entirety of 5th Year had some lasting effects.

You tried not to think about Ominis, but he was starting to worry you. He's spent most of the last month stalking around the halls looking like a ticking time bomb, his jaw clenched and a rather unfriendly expression on his face. Most of the school knew you two had broken up, being the Hero of Hogwarts unfortunately more people than you were comfortable with knew your business. People avoided Ominis in the corridors more than they usually did, turning and scurrying away at the sight of him. He'd been far more snappy than usual, especially with poor Sebastian who seemed to be receiving the brunt of Ominis's anger. Yet he continued to trail after Ominis everywhere he went, you wondered why.

Nighttime was the worst, when you would close your eyes and drift off into a dream you didn't want to wake up from. Dreams of Ominis plagued you. You'd dream of you two lying in a meadow somewhere, book in your hand as you read to him like you used to. He'd eventually push the book out of your hands, slowly lowering his lips onto yours. You'd feel the heat of his body, the feel of his hands running down your side. He'd press his forehead against yours when he needed to part for air, and the second you'd taken a few deep breathes you would pull him in to kiss you again. Life felt perfect, the beautiful flowers, the warm summer breeze.

Then you'd wake up, and be in your bed in the dungeons. It was pure agony.

However, being awake was almost worse. At least in a dream you could allow yourself to get lost in the fantasy for a while. Trick your subconscious into believing the dream was real, that everything else was just a nightmare. Life felt like a nightmare, you wished you knew when this pain would end. Or at least get easier, but each second feels harder than the last. You can't believe he did this to you, and you want to be angry so bad but you miss him so much. You long desperately for him, and it outweighs any anger you may harbor towards him. You're silently crying out for him, he's the only one for you.

You wondered if he missed you, if he regret what happened...or if he just regret even being with you. He was so damn good at masking his emotions it was almost maddening trying to figure him out. He always looked indifferent, or irritated. Most of the times you'd caught him looking irritated, Sebastian was somewhere nearby. You wondered if Sebastian took Ominis's anger without complaint to punish himself, his own way of making amends. You know Ominis still cares for Sebastian, he wouldn't be so cross with him if he didn't. You hoped he still cared for you like you cared for him.

You feel pathetic, Ominis ripped your heart out and yet here you are yearning for him like a lovesick school girl. You've thought about talking to him, trying to mend your relationship to the point of friendship at least. But he's completely shutting you out, won't go anywhere near you and somehow he always knows you're in the room even though he can't see. You cannot possibly fathom what you did to make him hate you so much, you just wanted him back.

Ominis had just about had enough with Sebastian's incessant nagging. Ominis had believed he made it clear to Sebastian that he didn't care for his company and yet Sebastian would not leave him alone. He mostly talked about you, bugged Ominis to tell you the truth. To apologize, to fix your relationship. Sebastian doesn't understand, for your safety Ominis can't fix your relationship, he must leave it broken. He thought of you often, all day every day in fact. Thought of the sound of your laugh, his favorite sound in the whole world. Thought of your surprised gasp when he whispered something far too inappropriate to say out loud. He wished he could see your face flush, but hearing you shift and wriggle in your chair was enough to satisfy him.

"Ominis you can't continue like this. You're being cruel, surely your family will give up on this eventually-"

"You underestimate their hatred for Muggleborns."

"No I'm pretty sure I don't, I think you underestimate our ability to keep her safe." Sebastian stated firmly.

"We're two 16 year old's, how on Earth could we keep her safe?" Ominis fired back.

"Y/N and I literally took down a troll last year, multiple times! Not to mention the fact that she singlehandedly faced Ranrok and prevailed..." Sebastian trailed off, watching Ominis's expression shift from annoyed to irritated.

"Not to mention, her and Natty dismantled Harlow's empire by themselves."

"Sebastian-"

"And her and Poppy saved a dragon from an undercover dragon fighting ring filled with poachers who were actively hunting them."

"Sebastian enough!" Ominis snapped, his voice raising. His family is far more viscous than any one of those people. They would make it personal, torture her slowly. They'd humiliate her while they did it, and Ominis didn't even want to consider what Marvolo's idea of 'playing' was. The thought made a red haze of anger surround him, he quickly shook the thought away. No, this was safer.

"I am never going to tell her the truth, and neither will you. I love her, don't you understand that? What would you do for the woman you love? I will give up having a future with her to ensure that she even gets a future at all." Ominis said firmly, his tone unwavering. Sebastian watches dejectedly as Ominis walks away and he knows that Ominis is never going to change his mind. He could never convince Ominis of anything anyway, the only person who ever got through to him was you. You're the only reason Sebastian found the Scriptorium at all, and Ominis still hasn't forgiven Sebastian for even suggesting the idea of using the Cruciatus curse on you. Sebastian knew that you would have to cast it on him, or else Ominis would never forgive him for as long as he lives.

Ominis cannot be convinced because he is being driven by love, and it's only love that could change his mind. Sebastian knows what he has to do, but he knows doing so will dash any chance at Ominis ever forgiving him. Sebastian wants you two to be happy, Ominis needs you. So he'll give up any chance of getting his best friend back, if it means he gets to make his best friend happy. He needs to tell you the truth, whether Ominis liked it or not.

Ominis had already endured 3 more visits from his Mother, who cared about this more than his Father and Marvolo did. She was obsessed with the idea of controlling Ominis, of him being her perfect little boy filled with cruelty and hatred like his siblings. He was far too kind for her liking, and she blamed it on you. You softened his heart, crawled in like a disease and poisoned him. For that, she is simply itching at the chance to make you pay. Ominis has barely been able to hold her back, emotionlessly convincing her you're not worth her energy. Y/N is too high risk, he'd tell her. Someone will notice if she goes missing. Luckily his mother seemed to believe him so far but he wasn't sure how long he could keep her away.

He knew she lingered around, and it worried him how easily she could get into the school. If she could get in that easy, she could get to you quite easily. Whenever she wanted. It put Ominis in a constant state of panic. Why did he have to fall in love with you? When is he ever going to learn that as long as he is a Gaunt, he will never truly be free. He wished he was, he so desperately longed for you. For your touch, your warmth, the soft kisses you'd give him in the late hours of the night.

It was well past the hours he should be in bed and yet Ominis sat in the common room, on that couch in front of the fireplace you two spent ample time. He heard your footsteps approaching, and he always knew it was you. You carefully approached him, noticing that for once he isn't practically running to get away from you. Maybe he's beginning to forgive you for whatever it is you did to wrong him. You know he was lying when he said there was another, you would have seen her with him by now. But the person he's spent the most time with was Sebastian.

"Can we talk? Please?" You asked softly, fulling expecting him to harshly turn you away. Much to your surprise he gives you a small nod, sliding over to give you space to sit next to him. You carefully lower yourself on the couch next to him, admiring his side profile shamlessly. He was beautiful in every way, though you noticed dark bags under his eyes. He looked paler than usual as well, nearly sickly.

"You're staring." He quipped, making your cheeks burn as you avert your eyes. Somehow he always knew when you were admiring him, you swear it has something to do with his wand.

"Um, I just wanted to apologize." You whisper, catching him entirely off guard. You want to apologize to him?

"What on Earth for?" Ominis asks incrediously, the fact that you believe you did something wrong is ludicrous.

"I know you aren't seeing anyone else Ominis, and yet you broke up with me. I must have done something wrong, something unforgivable to upset you. So I'm sorry, my love I'm so sorry. Please I can't take this anymore, I need us to be okay-"

"My heart, you didn't do anything wrong." Ominis can't stop himself, hearing your voice thicken with tears has him leaning forward. His hands cup your cheeks, brushing away tears with his thumbs. You were so close he could feel your labored breathing fanning over his face. He shouldn't be doing this, he should not be doing this. But he can't stop. With you he is entirely out of control, and he closes the gap between you with fervor. You sigh contentedly against his lips, the sound making heat simmer in his lower belly. You press yourself against him tighter, your hands landing on his shoulders. You want to slide onto his lap, to rock against him and paw at his robes until they have all been removed. But Ominis pulls away all too soon, running a stressed hand through his hair as he stands.

"My love I wish I could make you understand but I can't. We can't be together, not now...not ever. I'm sorry, this- this can never happen again." Ominis gasps, looking upset with himself. Your chest tightens, you want so badly to know why he's doing this. Something happened the day he broke up with you, something that scared him so bad he pushed you as far as he could.

"Ominis please don't-" but he is already walking away. Already halfway to his dorm room. You feel tears burning your eyes as you collapse onto the couch. You rest your head in your hands, softly crying.

Sebastian was determined to fix this. He had spent most of the previous night holding you while you cried, insisting that Ominis still loves you- that he was doing this because he loves you. He can't stand by as your heart breaks, he can't do nothing and bothering Ominis about it isn't working. So he was heading to the astronomy tower, where you spent quite a bit of time stargazing. He climbed the stairs and sure enough there you were, with Amit's old telescope, gazing up at the sky. Sebastian needed to tell you the truth, because it was obvious Ominis wasn't going to.

"Y/N? There's something I need to tell you." Sebastian says, cutting right to the chase. You turn in surprise, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"I know the real reason Ominis broke up with you." He starts, effectively catching your attention. You lean against the railing, so that's what he's been talking to Ominis about recently.

"Do you remember what I told you last year, about Ominis's family?"

You nod.

"They visited him the day he broke up with you, threatened to torture you if he didn't end it. His Mother has been visiting him this past month, constantly checking to make sure he doesn't get back together with you." Sebastian explained and suddenly it all made sense. Fear also struck you, you're a Muggle. You know what his family does to Muggles and so does Ominis- nobody knows it better than Ominis. That's why he's been pushing you away, why he's been avoiding you, why he said there was another. This whole time he's been protecting you.

"Oh Ominis..." Your voice trails off sadly, you love him so much. More than words could describe. You need to find him, now.

"Where is he?" You ask Sebastian, who has a sly smile making it's way onto his face.

"He might be torturing himself in the library trying to avoid you..." He trails off, fighting off a grin as you rush down the stairs leaving your telescope behind. He'll make sure to grab it for you and give it back later.

You run through the castle, trying to get to the library as fast as you can. You love that idiot and nothing he does will change that. He may stay away to keep you safe but you'd rather die than live an entire lifetime without him. Being without him is worse than death, worse than the Cruciatus curse. You fly down the stairs to the library, noticing it's mostly dark and deserted- save for a flicker of light coming from the top level. Your heart flutters in your chest, Ominis. You immediately make your way up the winding stairs and towards the light, where you see Ominis reading a braille book with a candle lit next to him. Hearing footsteps behind him causes Ominis to stand, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/N?" He could tell it was you by the scent of your strawberry shampoo. You barely give Ominis a chance to understand what's going on when you lightly shove him backwards against the bookcase. His bodyweight lands on the small desk built into the bottom of the shelf and you step between his legs, pressing your lips against his suddenly. His hands find your hips, holding them tightly against his. Your lips move languidly against his, moaning softly when you firmly press your body against his. You have been longing for him, your body yearning for him for so long that you feel nearly ravenous.

Ominis's hand slides around your back as you continue to kiss him, one of your hands trailing down the front of his body to palm him through his pants. Ominis gasps sharply, pulling back from you. Feeling your warm body pressed tightly against his, your hips shifting against his to generate friction, was nearly too much for him.

"What are you-"

"Sebastian told me the truth Ominis. I know why you broke up with me." You whisper, pressing your forehead against his. You eye his lips, you want to feel them on you everywhere.

Sebastian, has he ever been capable of keeping a damn secret?

"My love then you know why we can't be together." He says softly, running a hand through your hair.

"We haven't been doing a very good job at that Ominis..." You tease lightly, reveling in the light chuckle he lets out.

"We were doing fine until you pounced on me like a wild animal." A teasing grin was on his face, it made your insides turn molten.

"You started it! In the common room, remember?" You ask him tenderly, and he nods with a smile.

"How could I ever forget?" He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, which you don't think he did intentionally. It set your insides ablaze anyway. You try to press your lips against his again, but his hands hold you back.

"Ominis please." You beg shamelessly, it nearly tips him over the edge. Your voice sounds so desperate and needy, he's never heard you sound like this before. It's driving him crazy.

"Sweetheart, we can't." He insists, hearing you whine in frustration.

"I don't care about your stupid family Ominis, I love you. I want to be with you regardless of the danger. I need you please..." You beg again, feeling a heartbeat from between your thighs. You've never needed him more than you do right now.

"I love you too darling, but we still can't right now. Not until I've had a chance to get rid of my Mother." He explains and you swear you could cry. He can feel the heat from between your legs, can feel your hammering heartbeat.

"You can't leave me in this condition, that would be so cruel." You whine, and Ominis laughs lightly.

"I'm sorry my love, I'll make it up to you soon I promise." Ominis presses a long kiss to your lips, and you try to deepen it- to entice him to stay with you until you're whining and cumming around him. But he doesn't, he pulls away and gently moves you off him. He gives you a smile before raising his wand and rushing down the stairs, presumably to find his Mother. You smile to yourself, you're just happy to have him back.

He was right about one thing, both you and Sebastian have seriously underestimated how passionately Ominis's Mother hates Muggles.

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