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Summary - I wanted to write something with cheeky, teasing Ominis and it quickly devolved into Ominis in love. I like the idea of these two being really mature and serious but when they’re together they’re just comfortable and silly.
50 house point to anyone who catches the Baldurs Gate reference
Warnings - None (Fluffy, comforting goodness)
Word Count - 3200
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This was getting a tad ridiculous.
Ominis couldn’t really say much. He was the King of sleeping at all hours of the day and in a manner of different locations.
But this was starting to concern him.
On at least five occasions over the last month he had found Evelyn completely passed out. In the Common Room. In the Room of Requirement. On one occasion he’d almost tripped over her legs, splayed forward outside one of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Classrooms. Like she was on her way to the Undercroft but simply didn’t make it.
It seemed as well that himself and Sebastian took it in turns to find her, bringing her back to somewhere she could properly get some rest before she started all over again the next day.
See, as soon as Evelyn made her return to Hogwarts, the beginning of her sixth and arguably her first proper year there, she hadn’t stopped. Essays, Assignments, extra curricular activities, extra lessons. Anything the school had to offer Evelyn was in.
That was the only way she could see herself catching up to her fellow classmates.
What she failed to see was that she’d already surpassed so many of them in most of their lessons. Whilst simultaneously learning an entirely unknown field of magic alone and saving Hogwarts from certain doom.
Not bad for someone who didn’t know what a Quaffle was.
But it was that lack of common knowledge that kept her thinking she was below average. Kept her busy.
So when Ominis managed to catch her it was a miracle.
Wrangling her in was something else entirely. Usually he could tempt her into more studying and from there would simply distract her away from her studies until they both collapsed from exhaustion and too many bags of Honeydukes fudge.
They’d made a habit of reading in the tiny lobby of the Room of Requirement, tucked up on the sofa in front of the cosy crackling fire. A blanket over their legs and books in hand, they’d often spend any available free time holed up this way. Whether it was a shared blanket or separate, sat besides each other or at each others feet. Books firmly planted in their laps or, more often than not, precariously dangling from fingers when one of them nodded off.
That cosy warmth is what often coerced Evelyn to sleep after a long day of studying.
And because of that, Ominis had grown accustomed to the dull weight of her head on his person. Leaning on his thigh, or even his chest if they lay at a funny angle. Most commonly was his shoulder.
He paid it no mind. The soft thud of her head falling to his shoulder normally indicated it was time to relax, no longer needing to keep an ear out for her. She was right there.
Where she belonged.
This time is was the gentle hum of his wand that sent her off. The moment he had produced the novel he was engrossed in and the thrum of magic radiated from his wand as it dictated its words to him, her eyes grew heavy. It was often the case, like the soft low drone of his charm was associated with peace.
Although it wasn’t just her. They both found their comfort within each other.
For her, it was his wand and the way it hummed with potential magic. The almost velvety lapels of his robes. The subtle scent of bergamot and black tea.
For him, it was her hair. Yes, he enjoyed the delicate rose that fell around her like a halo, but it was her hair that sent shivers down his spine.
After long days studying, naps and spell practise, her normal prim and proper bun, piled high on her head, began to droop. Tiny hairs escaped it confounds and fell over her face. Of course he only knew of this from the flyaways caressing his cheek as she lay there. And he’d be lying if he said, the small annoyed puffs of air didn’t amuse him as she blew them away. But he much preferred removing those offending strands himself, allowing its soft, barely wavy locks to slip through his fingers like silk.
When she was awake, said act was accompanied by a heat rising in her cheeks, the like of which he could only feel when his fingers eventually dropped from her face. The minute change in her temperature and the way she would stutter out her thanks were pure joy for Ominis.
Whilst she was asleep, he didn’t get the gratitude. Just a disembodied mumble and her soft breath falling over his neck in slow sharp huffs. As though she knew he were there.
It was moments like those, in the quiet when it was just them, that he realised he had fallen for her.
He wasn’t entirely sure when he stopped craving her attention as a friend and started needing it as part of his daily life. Sebastian insists it was from the moment they’d met, teasing him endlessly about being jealous and wishing to court her.
Maybe he had been right.
It didn’t matter now.
She was his friend. An established friendship that he cherished and he hoped she did too. He wasn’t about to lose one of the only people he cared about because of…what? Love?
He would.
He definitely would.
He’d do anything for her.
But so would his family. And he couldn’t allow that.
Besides…how does one approach your best friend and tell them that you love them, whilst simultaneously not wishing to actually be with them for their own safety and due to your own families prejudices? There wasn’t exactly a step-by-step guide…even in the Restricted Section…
So…at least for now, he would enjoy these moments with her where he could pretend. Pretend that she reached for him in her sleep because she loved him too. Pretend that nothing outside of these four walls could harm them. Pretend that they could live that happy fantasy life they read about so often.
Happily ever after.
He didn’t feel the exact moment she began to stir in his lap, her head rolling to look up at him. He was too distracted by his own thoughts, his own imaginings. Too busy distracting himself with her.
There was no indication to Ominis just how long she lay awake for. Her breathing unchanged, movements slow and lethargic. But it was long enough for her to watch the tangle of his brows grow harder, the knot grow larger.
Then a long dainty digit poked his brow. Directly in the middle, where he could feel his frown becoming deeper and deeper. Dwelling on thoughts of what ifs and maybe’s.
That knot was willed away with a single prod of her finger.
“Moody” she grumbled, the familiar husk of her sleepy state melting away the last little bit of negativity in his head.
Gods…I’m so in love her
The thought scared him somewhat. The unknown possibilities, the hurt, the rejection. No, Ominis was very much a creature of habit. He could remain as he was rather contently…for now.
His ever growing smirk became impossible to hide behind the thin veil of annoyance he wore across his features. His lip twitched upward as he tried, and failed, to control his grin. Tutting, with faux exasperation, he shifted his focus down towards his lap.
“Tsk…You can’t just point it out and expect it to go away” he scolded. She’d heard him tell her off before. Most memorable being the unfortunate Undercroft incident. This was a far cry from those times.
“Sorry, it’s just…” she mumbled, still sounding half asleep. Then came another poke to his brow and he could no longer control the easy and airy laugh that left his lips “…I don’t like it when you’re brooding”
“I am not brooding” Ominis pouted upon hear that word. He’d heard himself described as that many times and he couldn’t quite understand why. It wasn’t his fault his face naturally settled into a frown. From what he understood about Evelyn’s visage, hers was much the same but no one called her broody.
“Besides…” he continued after hearing her playful giggle. He hated being called that but somehow when she said it, it wasn’t half as bad. “…if I was brooding, you can’t stop it by simply poking it away. You’ve tried enough times, I would have assumed you’d have understood that fact by now”
His smirk grew to a wide arrogant grin as he teased her. At some point, he wasn’t really aware of when, but his fingers made their way to ends of her hair. Twirling and twiddling the soft strands around his digits, delighting in the tiny morsels of information he gathered from it.
She had longish hair. Thick, far thicker than any he’d felt before. Like a heavy fog laying over his hands.
Her voice suddenly snapped him out of his reverie. A fast and sharp reminder he didn’t live in his fantasies where she was his.
“Then why are you smiling?” She turned her head in his lap to look at his features square on.
Yes, definitely a smile…
“I’m smiling….because you’re, you” he said simply and confidently, not realising it caused a fiery flush to blossom across her cheeks. He just smiled in that half aware, half vacant way that he did. Easy. “…It is still rather irritating though…”
“Anyway…” he continued on, unaware of the bashful way she looked up at him “What disturbed you? I was having such a peaceful evening until you woke up…” He teased, the familiar crinkle on his nose appearing as his smile grew wider.
“Oh…I had a very odd dream…” shortly after she spoke, her head pulled up and out of his lap, a vague sigh leaving her lips causing Ominis to raise a pointed brow.
“Everything okay?” He asked softly, tilting his head towards her, as he always did.
“Mmm…” she hummed, shaking her head as though trying to rid the memories within “…yes, just…dreamt that I was falling”
“Ah…” Ominis replied with a smirk tugging back at his lips. His wand returned to the pages of his book, resting on the cushion beside him “…do you know the old wives tale that if you hit the ground in your dreams, you supposedly die?”
Evelyn glared at the side of Ominis’ face with enough contempt it could burn through him. And he felt it, causing the smirk to widen on his face, a flash of teeth peaking through.
“Wonderful. I trust you’ll wake me before I perish then” she jabbed him softly in the ribs as a low chuckle left him.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I shall let you fall. That way I don’t have to clean drool from my robes every other day”
That struck a nerve.
She shot up in her seat, clambering onto the cushions to get a better look at where she had laid her head.
“I don’t drool!” She exclaimed as she padded around his thigh and knee.
“You most definitely do. I already got rid of it. I’ve become quite proficient at the Drying Charm since becoming your friend” he grinned, wide, teeth bared like a cat as he bathed in her annoyance.
“I do not drool”
“Dribble then. Call it what you will-“
“I don’t dribble either” she muttered, folding her arms over her chest and slumping against the backrest. The distinct little huff as she pouted only caused Ominis to laugh loudly.
“I suppose I should go back to the Dorms…” she groaned as she stretched upwards “…wouldn’t want to dampen your robes any more than I already have”
Oh…
“Wait…” Ominis exclaimed suddenly, feeling the weight of the cushions beneath him shift as she rose from their seat. He quickly grabbed for her, aiming for her upper arm or forearm, but timed it too late and caught her palm perfectly. His long fingers slid over hers as he grasped for her, neither pulling her down nor standing himself. Just keeping her there, whilst his brain racked for an excuse.
“Is everything okay?” Evelyn asked inquisitively, the concern for his sudden shift in behaviour bled quite heavily into her tone.
“Everything’s fine…I just want to talk to you”
“Okay…” he relaxed once more when he felt her return to her position next to him “…What about?”
“I…”
Gods damn it…
“…I don’t have a topic in mind…” he scrambled. though you would never know. His voice, as always carried him with confidence, no stammering or stuttering. If it weren’t for the slight upturn of his brows…one would never suspect anything was wrong.
“You’ve been difficult to tie down as of late…” he continued “…I’ve missed you, missed your voice. I’d…just like to hear you speak”
“Okay…” she says softly, shuffling closer and leaning back into his arm. And the sigh that left him upon her acceptance was…heavy. As though he had just gotten in from a long day shopping around Londons markets, feet aching and awaiting a warm cup of tea. “Where to start…” she murmured to herself, hearing the slight tap of fingers as they drummed against her cheek in contemplation .
“Oh! Well…I read this book recently……”
This was perfect.
Ominis couldn’t imagine a better way to spend an evening. The slow crackle and pop of the fire wood. The soft cushioned nest he sat in. The gentle yet excitable tone in which she spoke.
All of it was so…comforting.
So homely.
He was home.
And as she continued, prattling on about this novel, he listened. Intently. Didn’t interject. Didn’t interrupt. Just listened. Hung up on every single word that passed by her lips.
It was a romance. And though he never expected her to enjoy those sorts of stories, he liked that she was so passionate about them. The cliches, the cringy dialogue, the overused tropes. She babbled on about them all. Though he could tell by the way she stumbled and over explained every tiny detail that she was embarrassed for liking them. Every sentence came with a justification tacked onto the end, as though it needed it.
Those words on those pages made her happy.
Therefore Ominis was happy.
Mainly for the manner in which she spoke.
He knew she talked with her hands. A visual mannarism of hers he never usually got to experience. But as she leaned into his arm, reluctant to let him move, the small twitches of her fingers and sway of her hands, accurately conveyed what she was saying. It was nice to witness her passion bubbling forward in another way.
And her laugh. Gods…
If the sound alone wasn’t enough to cause him to fall for her, her movements were. The way she leaned into him as she threw her head back. The vibrations of mirth sweeping through her whole being shifting the robes between them like kindling. He had to stop himself chuckling along with her from fear she assumed he was laughing at her. But her laughter was infectious, his willpower working overtime to not catch her bug.
It was like she was made for him. The way she laughed with her whole body. Gestured wildly with her hands, a flurry of excitement and joy or frustration and anger. Audibly thought through things, with little hums and ‘erm’s and ‘What to do’s.
She showed him, in her own way, everything he couldn’t see.
“…honestly-”
Her tone picked up. No longer the lull of softness as she explained characters, plot twists, plot holes, everything.
“-I didn’t think I’d enjoy the book. It’s rather cliche and not very well written but…I finished it in one night. I just couldn’t stop. That probably isn’t helping, me falling asleep around the castle…”
Evelyn pulled herself up and turned her head towards Ominis, finally finishing her mad rant about the silly little book she loved. His eyes were closed, head resting against the cushions, and a wistful smile on his lips.
“Ominis? Are you alright?” She whispered meekly, worried she’d knocked him out with her boring lecture.
But he simply smiled wider and opened his eyes, the glassy blue orbs settling over the fire. “I’m fine, I’m just…enjoying your company.”
Though his focus never wandered from her, or her words, he slowly shifted his gaze back towards her. He let out a relaxed sigh and sank further into the cushions, listening intently to the steady slow thump of her heart, the gentle breathes that sound more like tiny sighs.
“I’ve missed you. Missed your voice…I know I’ve already said that but…listening to you just then really emphasised it”
He was met with a simple scoff, a force of air that sounded just annoyed enough for Ominis to worry.
“You’ve finally gone mad...” She declared, her tone indicating amusement. So why the scoff? “…my voice is shrill. At best”
“I’ll admit when we first met…” Ominis started, unable to stop himself from teasing her just a little. “…I thought you were somehow half human, half mandrake but-“
Smack
“Hey!” She whined playfully smacking his arm, his smug chuckle making her own smile widen. She’d known him for a little over a year now and this was the most she’d ever seen him smile.
“BUT…” he said defensively, throwing his arms up in surrender “…I’ve since learned to love it. It’s comforting. Like listening to music.”
“Well…thank you” she said sweetly, unconsciously proving his point with her soft and gentle tone.
“I know you said that book was terribly written but I wouldn’t mind giving it a read. Do you still have it?”
“The Magister and his Mistress?” She asks inquisitively with a curious tilt to her head “Well well well, Mr Gaunt. I would never have took you for a Hopeless Romantic”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he chuckled at the name.
“There is more to me than the Dark Arts and Curses”
He could hear her rummaging around, presumably in her bag or robes pockets, until her fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding him towards a freshly bound book. The smell of its paper sent a shiver down Ominis’ spine. There was nothing better than the smell of books.
As he took it from her hands, their finger brushed against each other, delicate and deliberate. Neither flinched nor pulled away but that was expected.
They already pushed the boundaries of what was considered okay for ‘friends’. Especially for the normally standoffish Heir of Slytherin. Within a week of them knowing each other they walked arm in arm around Hogsmeade and the castle. So this casual and accidental caress most likely meant nothing. And he shouldn’t read into it.
“Thank you…” he murmured, taking the book and pushing down any thoughts that she may feel the same.
There was no point.
They couldn’t be together anyway so why bother torturing himself over it?
Her sudden yawn caught his attention once again and he turned back to her, a soft smirk pulling at his lips.
“Tired already?” He asks impishly
“I’m always tired”
“Perhaps we should get you back to the dorms. Have you sleep in a bed…for once”
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This has to be one of the prettiest piece I've ever red in matter of fanfiction. It just feels so warm and comforting.
Her Touch
Summary: Ominis had never been fond of being touched. Or, at least, he had few positive experiences with it. That changed with the arrival of the new fifth-year.
Ominis Gaunt x F!MC
Warnings: 18+ (only very mild spice here but I do want to do a time jumped part 2 that would be explicit), mentions of Ominis's abusive family, touch-starved Ominis
Word count: 3004
The first time you touched Ominis, he hadn’t been expecting it. It was in the Scriptorium, after he had commanded the door to open in Parseltongue. You had excitedly grabbed his shoulders as you said, “Ominis! You possess a rare ability, indeed!”
He had jumped at the sudden contact. Though, fortunately, you hadn’t seemed to notice. Your attention was quickly monopolised by Sebastian. Ominis was glad for it, as he wouldn’t have wanted to offend you, especially after his outburst at you outside the Undercroft. He still marvelled at how understanding you had been – how quickly you had forgiven him. He wasn’t used to such mercy. Certainly not from his family, and even Sebastian had a tendency to hold a grudge. Ominis definitely did.
Down in the Scriptorium, it had caught him off guard when you grabbed him, as he couldn’t see it coming. Besides, he didn’t generally like being touched. He hadn’t had many positive instances of others being in his personal space.
Most often, it involved accidentally bumping into other students. Other times, it was someone grabbing him to lead him off somewhere without bothering to get his permission first. Growing up, it had included a lot of being dragged by his ear by his mother or his older brother shoving him out of his way. The consequence of all of it was that Ominis did not associate being touched with positive experiences. They were jarring, often painful encounters.
However, already by the second time you touched him, it was different. Still in the Scriptorium, you had rested your hand on his arm as you told him you had found his Aunt Noctua’s remains. You didn’t grab his forearm; you just rested your hand gently on it. Not even your whole hand – just the tips of your fingers, really. It was a whisper of a touch, but you let it linger there. It was oddly comforting – like you were trying to communicate that he wasn’t alone. It kept him grounded to reality as he reckoned with the fact that his aunt truly was gone.
The third touch was when you agreed to tell Ominis if Sebastian was going to pursue dark magic further. You’d rested a hand on his shoulder as you vowed to tell him. He could tell you were sincere in your promise from your steady hand. That was verified when he received your owl alerting him that Sebastian had gone to the catacombs in search of Slytherin’s relic.
Though he always tried to take note, Ominis couldn’t remember every time you touched him. As your friendship grew, he quickly found out that you were what Sebastian called a “touchy-feely type.” You would hug him hello and goodbye, often multiple times a day. At first, you’d just sling one arm behind his back with your sides pressed together. After several months, you would wrap both arms around him as you held him chest-to-chest. Those hugs always left his face warm and his heart beating faster.
You also started to rest your head on his shoulder when you got tired. You always asked if it was all right. Ominis was surprised with himself the first few times, because he found that he quite enjoyed the weight and warmth of your head on his shoulder. You seemed so vulnerable when you leaned against him, trusting him to support you and not let any harm befall you should you give in to sleep. He even, on rare occasions and only when he felt completely secure in his environment, rested his own head back on yours. That usually resulted in him taking a nap, as well. He found that, despite the crick in his neck that he always awoke with, those were his most satisfying naps.
More recently, the back of your hand kept brushing against his when the two of you would walk together. He had jerked his hand away the first time, not anticipating the contact. He regretted it instantly when you muttered an apology. Ominis insisted that it was quite all right, though he was keenly aware that his actions had undermined his assertion. As it kept happening, Ominis’s reaction changed over time. He started to keep his hand very still so that yours might keep brushing against it. Now when it happened, his instinct was to extend his fingers toward you – though, he never actually did what he really wanted, which was to take hold of your hand.
Your touch had become a comfort for him. You held him when he cried, rubbed soothing circles on his back when he was anxious, and sat with your side pressed into his when he was lonely. Ominis had never known the multitude of problems a simple touch could solve before he met you.
Nor, however, had Ominis known the particular torment that such a touch could inflict. Just having you near him was enough to make his palms sweaty and his breathing shallow. If you rested a hand between his shoulder blades or, even worse, against his thigh, it sent his brain into a fit. He would get sweaty everywhere,and his tie would suddenly feel too tight. Just before the summer holidays, you had reclined on one of the sofas in the Room of Requirement as you read a novel while awaiting your exam scores. You invited Ominis to join you and promptly bridged your legs over his lap when he sat down. That had vexed him most of all. You hadn’t even rested them on him, just sort of over with your feet planted on the cushion to his right with your bum against his left thigh.
Ominis hadn’t known what to do with his hands. He didn’t want to accidentally rest them somewhere inappropriate, but he didn’t want to be awkward, either. Eventually, he settled on resting his left arm on the back of the sofa and his right hand on your stocking-clad knee. His thumb began absently stroking back and forth just above it, and he had blushed furiously when he grazed the hem of your skirts. It had brought, unbidden, the idea of sliding his hand underneath the fabric, trailing it up your thigh. That had a sudden heat building in his abdomen – and spreading across his cheeks.
“How is your book?” he had asked, hoping for a distraction.
“Erm…yeah. It’s…it’s good,” you had replied.
Ominis spent entirely too long trying to analyse your odd response. Had you been uncomfortable? Or perhaps just absorbed in your book? Could you have been as affected by the proximity between you two as he had? He couldn’t be sure, and he certainly wasn’t about to ask, “Are you finding this as stimulating as I am? Because I’m feeling quite randy.”
That would’ve gone over well.
He pondered the possibilities frequently over the holidays. Two months spent apart from you were horrible. Not only did he have to deal with his family, but he missed you something dreadful. At least, he had been accompanied by Sebastian, who spent the entire time at Gaunt Manor given he had no guardian in Feldcroft to look after him.
Ominis didn’t realise how much he’d been brooding until his friend called him out for having “resting sad face” and demanded to know what was bothering him. They had been lying in their beds, and Ominis shifted to his side to face Sebastian before admitting that he missed you.
“I think I’ve grown to have quite strong feelings for her,” he confessed.
Sebastian snorted out a laugh. “Oh, you think so, do you?” he asked, sounding thoroughly amused.
“It’s not funny!” Ominis groused, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“It’s funny that you think it isn’t abundantly obvious that you fancy her, mate,” Sebastian retorted.
Ominis’s eyes widened. “What?” he asked, horrified at the thought of everyone knowing his feelings for you. He wasn’t ashamed of them, but he was quite a private person. The idea of everyone knowing such personal feelings of his was mortifying.
“Well, maybe not to her. People tend to be a bit thick about other’s feelings toward them, but I expect that anyone who knows you two can see it. You turn into a mushy little crup when she’s around,” Sebastian explained.
“I do not!” Ominis replied indignantly.
“Sure,” Sebastian said sceptically, clearly trying to avoid a fight.
They fell silent for several long moments.
“She fancies you too, you know,” Sebastian stated.
Ominin’s pulse jumped. “You can’t possibly know that,” he argued, trying to temper the hope bubbling up in his chest.
“I knew you about your cush, didn’t I?” Sebastian retorted. “Besides, she told me she does.”
“She did?” Ominis said eagerly. “Wait, you can’t tell me this, Sebastian! You’re betraying her confidence!”
Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh. “She never said I couldn’t tell you,” he replied.
“I’m sure it was implied,” Ominis said. “But…she really has feelings for me, too?”
“Without a doubt,” Sebastian said confidently.
That gave Ominis a lot more to think about before school resumed. He flipped back and forth between being elated at the idea that you reciprocated his feelings and panicking that the separation would change that.
All his fears melted away the instant you hugged him on the platform at King’s Cross station. It was the best hug he’d ever gotten. You clung to him like you never wanted to let go again, and Ominis would’ve been all right with that.
“Gods, I missed you two!” you said before giving Sebastian a hug, leaving Ominis to mourn the loss of your arms around him. “How was your holiday?”
“As good as being around my family can be,” Ominis replied. “How was yours?”
“Brilliant! Though, I wish you two could’ve visited!” you said.
The boys both agreed, though Ominis knew his parents would’ve never let him stay with a family they didn’t know. Or, rather, who were of unvetted blood status. He wasn’t about to subject her to experiencing his family in their own domain, so he hadn’t invited her to come to him.
Ominis had a lingering worry that things would be different between you two – that spending the summer apart would make things awkward between you. But when you rested your head on his shoulder and fell asleep as the train rattled down the tracks, he felt confident that you’d fall right back into how things were at the end of the last term.
Indeed, things seemed the same if not better. You often invited him to study in the Room of Requirement. His fear that he had made you uncomfortable the last time you’d been on a sofa together was eliminated when you took to putting your legs over his more often than not whilst you did your assigned readings. You only opted for one of the desks in the room if you had to write an essay.
It was a beautiful sort of torture to have you so close to him. It drastically decreased Ominis’s reading speed, but he found himself looking forward to studying now. He’d rest one hand on your knee while his other held his wand to let him read his tome. Sometimes you’d read aloud to him. Sometimes he’d hug your closer leg to his chest and rest his chin on your knee. It was like having his childhood stuffy but warmer and attached to someone who genuinely cared about him.
In the safety of your embrace, he shared his more intimate thoughts with you. Not the one about running his hand up your skirt, but about his hopes for the future, his frustrations with his family, and even his insecurities. You, in turn, opened up to him, as well. And as the weather got colder, you kept him warm in the draughty castle. Though, he was prepared to conjure a thick wool blanket over you if you ever seemed to be chilled.
After a month of being back a school, Ominis decided to admit his feelings to you. He was certain yours couldn’t have vanished over the summer given how you had only gotten more comfortable around him. However, when Ominis went to voice his feelings, he found that he didn’t know how. He knew how he felt about you, but he had spent his whole life suppressing how he felt to keep from stirring up trouble at home.
“I need to tell you something,” Ominis admitted during your daily study session.
He could hear you close your book and set it on the coffee table, giving him your full attention. “What is it?” you asked, sounding concerned.
“I…Well, I…” he tried, but his words were failing him. He usually fancied himself a rather eloquent individual, but he felt thoroughly uneducated as he stammered at you.
How was he supposed to tell you what was in his heart? Just say, “I like you”? Of course he liked you. You were friends. Close friends. “I fancy you” seemed so juvenile. “I want to court you” was too impersonal. It could be for your talent or station, but he wanted you to know how taken he was with who you were as a person.
You rested a hand lightly on his arm. “You can tell me anything, Ominis,” you said earnestly.
His heart swelled at your kindness. He wished he could say what he felt, but he didn’t have the right words. He moved to hold the hand you’d rested on him, lacing his fingers with yours. “I really like this,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze.
You squeezed his hand back. “I like it, too,” you replied.
“Good. I…I had hoped you do,” he said clumsily.
You stayed like that until dinner, your studies forgotten as you just basked in the closeness of each other. It hadn’t been exactly what Ominis had tried to accomplish, but it was definitely progress.
Ominis started taking other opportunities to hold your hand. He’d hold it during classes, giving up his dominant hand in favour of your warmth. Besides, he knew you’d share your notes with him later. He’d also search it out while you studied. He’d graze the backs of his fingers up your leg until he found your arm, which he’d follow down to the hand resting in your lap.
Sometimes, you’d take the initiative, taking hold of his hand while it still rested on your knee. Usually, you’d pull it down to rest it your lap or on your stomach, so you could relax your own arm. It always made Ominis’s heart flutter to know you wanted to hold his hand – and he found your occasional impatience quite endearing.
Then, one day in November, you pulled his hand to your lips, instead. His breath hitched as you placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Your lips were soft and warm, and Ominis had the impulse to reach out and brush his fingers over them.
“Is that okay?” you asked cautiously, your warm breath hitting the back of his hand.
“Y-yes, of course,” Ominis replied breathlessly. He could feel his face flushing with heat.
“Can I ask you something?” you said, sounding grave.
“Anything,” Ominis replied without hesitation despite the pit of worry in his stomach.
You shifted on the sofa, moving to sit up. Your knees pressed against his leg as you sat with your legs tucked under you. Ominis could hear you take in a deep breath before you spoke. “What are we?”
Ominis’s brows pulled together. “What?”
“To each other,” you clarified. “I mean, do you like me?”
“Most ardently,” Ominis admitted with conviction. It was only after the words had passed from his lips that he worried he’d been severely mistaken about your feelings.
“Oh,” you breathed out, sounding surprised. That only heightened his anxiety. “Do you not want to court me?”
“No, I do,” Ominis replied earnestly, wondering what reason you could have to think he wouldn’t.
“Then, why don’t you?” you asked. You didn’t sound upset, just curious.
“Well, I…I wasn’t sure if you’d want to, and…I didn’t know how to ask, I guess,” he said.
“I do,” you said before adding, “want to, I mean.”
Ominis felt like he’d just eaten a handful of Fizzing Whizbees. His whole body felt light, like he might float right off the sofa. “Really?” he asked eagerly, before trying to force himself to be rational. “Are you certain? I’m…not very good at this sort of thing. Clearly. I’m sure you could find someone much better suited to the task.”
“I don’t want someone else,” you said. “I like you, Ominis.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “Sebastian told me you did over the summer, I just…didn’t know how to tell you that I felt the same without it sounding ridiculous,” he admitted, not wanting any secrets between you.
“Sebastian told you?” you asked.
“I scolded him for betraying what you had told him, but he said you hadn’t asked him to keep it secret,” Ominis explained.
“I never told Sebastian that I have feelings for you,” you stated.
Ominis’s jaw dropped. “That lying rat!” he said, his anger swelling.
You chuckled. “Well, he wasn’t wrong,” you pointed out.
“I supposed not,” Ominis said, still irritated with his best friend. It was hard to stay upset, though, when he realised you had all but agreed to court him. “So, to make it official, would you do me the honour of letting me court you?”
“Yes,” you said without hesitation.
Ominis was beaming. Even knowing your answer ahead of time, he still felt overjoyed to hear it.
His singing heart began pounding hard in his chest as he felt your palm rest gently against his cheek. Your breath ghosted over his face as you leaned in, and he tilted his chin up to meet you. Your lips met his in a soft embrace. As they interlocked, it was a confession of your budding affections. A tender pledge of future bliss. You were his – your touch, your love, your loyalty. And he was yours, wholly and truly.
A/N: The line "a tender pledge of future bliss" is from the poem "To A Kiss" by Robert Burns
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My 2nd fanart of Choso. Sorry for the bad quality, I think it looks better on instagram 🫣
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐒
// I didn't expect yall to like this idea so much, so here's a jjk version! //
⠀ૈ☆ tokyo revengers version
⠀ૈ☆ ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, yuji, megumi, nobara, maki, toge, sukuna, mahito x gn!reader
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 looks at you like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) “so? what are you waiting for? kiss me.” he laughs when you roll your eyes, delighted by the way you’re trying to hide your flustered face.
𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 keeps his composure, not saying anything and smiling a little when he sees you in the corner of his eyes, looking at him. he purposefully asks you a question right after, only to hear you stutter.
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈’s eyes twitch behind his glasses and he thinks to himself: “THIS IS HIGHLY UNPROFESSIONAL KENTO.” but all he does is mumbling an apology in his usual stoic voice.
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 smirks and as soon as he sees your flustered expression he takes your hand in his, making you gasp in surprise, your eyes anxiously staring at him to see what he’s going to do next. while maintaining eye contact this bastard starts licking your hand, laughing immediatly after you violently try to escape from his hold. “you’re always so cute.”
𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈’s cheeks become as pink as his hair and he immediatly apologizes, secretly relieved when you say that it’s okay with a smile. he’s going to think about it every night before going to bed.
𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 freezes for a few seconds, his green eyes falling on where your hand touched his. knowing how introverted he is, you quickly say sorry, hoping he won’t kill you. but he just shakes his head while shyly looking away. after that you can see him touching the spot where your hand touched his.
𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀 let out a little “oh” before looking at your face. a few seconds after she furiously blushes, her brows furrowing while she quickly looks away. she doesn’t speak for a long moment after that.
𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄’s eyes widen, and he’s lucky to have his uniform that hides half of his face because he is blushing. he turns his head toward maki, hoping that you didn’t see the tip of his ears getting red.
𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 keeps her cool and pretends not to notice what just happened but you can see how her hands slitghly tremble. “is everything okay?” you ask her, and she just nods, blushing under her pretty glasses.
𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎 smiles before disfiguring your body with his hand still touching yours <3
𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 curls his lips in disgust before snapping your hand away. “get out of my sight, filthy human.” he says, lovingly.
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I'm starting Three Houses again which obviously mean I'm falling for Claude (again).
Claude and his pet dragon
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I JUST WANNA HUG SMOOCH AND SHOWER THIS CUTIE PATOOTIE WITH SO MUCH LOVE. I LOVE HIM WAY TOO MUCH I'M CRYING
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currently thinking about clingybf!gojo
clingybf!gojo who refuses to answer to anything other than a nickname or a petname because you're his girlfriend and it makes him unbearably happy when you do.
"satoru, could you pass me the-"
"tut tut, that's toru or baby to you, princess."
"listen here bro, pass me the fucking remote-"
clingybf!gojo who you catch multiple times using your shampoo and body wash because he claims that it makes him feel more at ease.
clingybf!gojo who has no reservations when it comes to physical affection, throwing himself into your arms and burying himself into your boobs like the weirdo he is.
clingybf!gojo who spam texts you like crazy if you don't respond within an hour.
toru 💟
what are u doing
baby what r u doing
no way u made me double text
u think i'm afraid of that shit??
i'm not ‼️
buzz buzz it's me again bitch
BABY WHERE R YUO
clingybf!gojo who has absolutely no fucking shame when it comes to his love for you, shouting "i love you" as loud he can from across the street when he leaves for a mission.
clingybf!gojo who has entire albums in his phone dedicated to you, ranging from candid photos that he thinks make you look beautiful to x0.5 mugs of you that he keeps for blackmail purposes.
clingybf!gojo who brags about his relationship constantly to anyone who has a pair of working ears. nanami and megumi could not give a shit less if they wanted to. yuji is the only one truly invested.
clingybf!gojo who is one of those lovers who constantly ask stupid questions to see if your love runs as deep into your veins as his (he hopes it does).
"babe, if i was a dinosaur-"
"yes, toru, i'd still love you and yes, we could have little dinosaur baby humanoids and yes, i'd still let you hit."
"good, because i know i'd be the sexiest dinosaur you've ever laid eyes on-"
"i changed my mind."
"what!? why!?!"
taggin: @sad-darksoul
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He just wanted to go to Malaysia and finish reading his book collection 🥲
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Replaying Fire Emblem Engage was the best choice I made to end 2023.
Celine made him put it on
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Ranulf is by far one of the characters with the most potential that I wish they went more in depth with. He's such an important and prominent character, but the fact that you don't even hear he's been having these nightmares for the past three or so years now unless you get this specific dialogue is such a shame.
I think he's a perfect comedy relief/plot serious balanced character, but the amount of personal information we have about him/his feelings/his life are minimal. We see a completely different side of him when they went to Gritnea Tower in PoR, but it's something we only see again one more time, and that's in this chapter.
It's basically like, he has a lot of depth and personality, but they only sprinkle it very sparingly. I just find that to be so odd considering his importance in both games, and the fact that he's one of the central characters in RD in general (that is, he's even more prominent in RD than he was in PoR, and he was still relatively important in PoR). He's no less filled with characterization than other main characters like Ike and Soren, but we're given it so infrequently that it's much easier to gloss over and not think much about again.
I wish they did more with the other facets of his character, outside of him being one of the most kind, intelligent and empathetic characters (especially among the beast laguz, since the general impression we're given is that the bird tribe uses logic over emotion in comparison to the usually emotional and erratic beast laguz, and those are the two most prominent laguz species in the story).
Like, it's great that he has those qualities, but people get angry. They get aggressive. They get enraged. No person is just a solid funny and nice person, and Ranulf has all of those kind and angry qualities, but they skimp so much on this amazing writing of him. You learn so much about him and what he's been going through from these few brief instances of him becoming angry, but they just don't touch on it enough. They had a chance to continue his first base conversation with Ike and bring it up to him. It would've been the perfect time, because we have this dialogue in their first conversation:
Ike: You can come talk to me anytime you want. Don’t think you’re alone in all this.
Ranulf: Heh… What are you, an inquisitor?
Ike: A guy’s got to do something between battles. Talk to you later.
Ranulf: …
At first Ranulf was talking about feeling bad for bringing beorc into a laguz affair, and then they discuss that Skrimir is giving Ranulf a headache with his behavior. That could've been their first conversation, but then they could've had a follow up based around the end of their conversation (the above). It would've been the perfect opportunity to give us another base conversation where Ranulf does go to talk to him because of these nightmares and all the stress he's been having. Imo the way they end the conversation with "...", makes it sound like there's more on Ranulf's mind than just what he was open about.
If you consider that he's been having nightmares about what he saw at Gritnea Tower for the past few years, then you consider that the laguz all just found out from Rafiel that the Begnion senators started the rumor about the herons to get them all killed, it's reasonable imo to consider that Ranulf is intelligent enough that he may have been starting to put the pieces together.
We learn late into part 3 that Izuka was working with the senators, and I feel like Ranulf's suspicions should've been raised. I don't think it's necessarily bad writing that he didn't catch on, but more of a missed opportunity. The whole situation affected him very deeply and they were very expressive about that in both games, but it's just that we don't see enough of that side of him, as in, we don't see it enough times.
In a way I feel like it also hits harder when you have the fun/funny, friendly, kind person experience something that tragic - witnessing the result of his race having been used for experiments and seeing their rotted corpses. Knowing people see his race as expendable and on top of that, left their carcasses to rot after pure torture. He saw innocent lives that had been taken and after all that horror, not even given any sort of burial, let alone a proper one.
There's also the fact that he's a cat - he has a very good sense of smell, and that's how he realized who the Black Knight was before anyone else. The smell of rotting corpses alone would be a lot to handle, but to be able to smell it better than anyone else in the room would have been absolutely traumatizing.
Again - the fun and funny, friendly, kind person experienced something horrible enough that he had a breakdown over it (and (presumably extreme based on context) subsequent emotional distress for years following). Tibarn and Reyson had their own ways of dealing with it that we were also shown (Tibarn was more much collected about it, and he put his rage into his strength, which Reyson similarly did, versus Ranulf's very outward emotional response), but Ranulf has never been subjected to anything that horrendous through the events of the game prior.
To have it be a one off situation in both games (as detailed as they were at the times they happened) is a huge shame imo and deserved to be expanded upon. It's clearly not something he got over over the years, and may never have gotten over post RD (even if he did feel better about it after killing Izuka or, if you didn't have him kill Izuka, if he felt better about it knowing Izuka had been killed for his crimes by the army Ranulf was part of).
I just wish they went more into detail about his feelings, because they were very powerful and emotional and felt like they should've been a stronger part of his character as a whole. Considering his role in RD is about as important if not more important than Elincia's PoR presence, it's something he really deserved as a central character. I love this battle dialogue because it shows you his raw feelings outside of that good ol' sweetheart guy. We can see something he's been struggling with, and we can see him express that so well in the scene they did give him that it would've been amazing to have more of that.
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