There are many different opinions in the fandom about whether Ominis lived past 1925, but in my Ominis×MC story, he has already passed away by that year and didn’t live a long life.
I couldn’t include his middle-aged version in this comic, so I’d love to draw a handsome, mature Ominis in his late 40s someday soon.
Summary: You help Ominis through his night terrors, offering him solace in your arms.
Genre: Angst, fluff, helping with nightmares trope? Bro idk…
CW: Gn!Reader as far as I’m aware, no pronouns used, no use of Y/n, second person point of view, no description of Reader’s appearance whatsoever, Reader sings Ominis to sleep…that’s pretty much it.
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: It's been a long time since I posted, so I picked a random pre-written fic to post. I thought of this idea when I was trying to sleep one night, imagined Ominis there with me…and then imagined this scenario soooo I made it into a fanfic. Enjoy! Or don’t, either is fine!
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You became quick friends with Ominis…after he finally warmed up to you. He was still a bit angry about the Undercroft until he spent more time with you. It was in Salazar’s scriptorium that he realized he was in love with you. Hearing you scream in agony, falling to the ground as tears spilled from your eyes, because of your own choice. You insisted the spell be casted on you, you wouldn’t dare harm your friend Sebastian in such a way, but you refused to let both him and Ominis die either.
Ominis vowed he would do anything and everything to protect you, so he wouldn’t have to hear you like that again. Soon after this incident, Ominis began having horrible nightmares…night terrors really. He’d wake up shouting, waking up everyone in the common room and making them thoroughly annoyed with him. He’d be a complete wreck, sweating, crying, avoiding Sebastian’s touch at all costs. He was in a horrible state of mind the more it happened, his dorm mates practically threatened him to figure out a solution.
He didn’t tell you about any of it, he didn’t want you to worry. It wasn’t until the second week of nightmares that you found out, from Sebastian.
“What?” You ask, eyes wide.
“He hasn’t slept well in two weeks, he keeps waking up screaming and crying. Our mates are completely fed up with him, and although I can hold out because he’s my best friend…I can’t deny that I’m getting aggravated as well. He refuses to tell me what the dreams are about, and anything we do to try and help doesn’t work. Sleep potions only make his nightmares feel more realistic…” Sebastian lets out an exhausted sigh, leaning against the couch in the Undercroft.
“Why hasn’t he told me? We see each other every single day.” You question, your heart aching for him.
“Said he doesn’t want to be a bother, doesn’t want to become a burden to you.”
“He could never be a burden to me!”
“Well, tell him that! Not me!” Sebastian shouts, his face softening immediately after. “I’m sorry for yelling…I’m just so tired.”
”Try and get some rest down here and I will find a solution for Ominis, I promise.” You say, already standing to your feet. He grabs your hand before you walk away, making you turn around.
”Thank you.” You nod, finally leaving the Undercroft. You search the castle, finally finding Ominis on the floor near the Astronomy tower. His head is leaning against the walls behind him, eyes shut. You know he isn’t asleep, his breathing is still too erratic.
”Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, making his eyes fly open. He shakes his head a little, trying to fix the fogginess of it.
“Tell you what?”
”Do not play dumb, Gaunt.” His breath hitches, you only call him that when you’re truly upset. “You could have told me, of all people. I’m sure I can help you…in some way.”
“Unfortunately, you can’t.” He finally stands up, moving closer to you. “I’ve tried everything already, droughts and potions…they don’t work. But I appreciate your efforts anyway.” He smiles and you scowl.
“Fine, I can at least give you a place to sleep so you aren’t waking up your dorm mates.” His brows furrow at this.
”What? Where?”
“Where I sleep. I never sleep in the dorms, they’re too stuffy and crowded.” You gently grab his hand, leading him around the corner. You climb down the stairs with him and turn the next corner, reaching the door to the Room of Requirement. You open it and lead him inside. He pulls out his wand, trying to ‘see’ the place as best he could. It was huge, a tall skylight surrounded by greenery.
“What in Merlin’s name?” He scoffs in amazement, still looking and spinning around the room. You walk up to Deek and his concerned expression.
“Hello, Deek. Don’t worry about Ominis, he’s my friend. He’s having a very difficult time sleeping lately, and keeps waking up his dorm mates. I offered a place for him to sleep here, in hopes he’ll get better rest or at the very least stop waking up his friends. I know you sleep here as well so I’ll conjure you a nice fluffy pair of earmuffs, to drown out the sound.” You smile, patting him on the shoulder.
“Oh, thank you! Deek is very grateful for your kindness, and Deek hopes your friend will get better rest.”
“Thank you, Deek. I’m going to show him to the other room, maybe get him to try and take a nap.” You whisper the last part so Ominis won’t hear your plan. Deek nods and wishes you good luck. You conjure and hand a pair of earmuffs to Deek before moving back to Ominis’ side, interlocking your arm with his. “Hey there.” You grin, and Ominis looks over at you with his own smile.
“This place is beautiful, thank you for letting me rest here.” You wave him off and lead him down the stairs into the next room. You lead him to the giant california king bed, and he plops down onto his back with a groan. “How is this bed so comfortable?” His eyes close on instinct, arms spread out.
“No idea, I got lucky with the conjuration I guess.” You giggle, plopping down on the bed beside him. “I have a question.” You state, coming up with a new idea.
“Yes?” He asks, sitting up and looking in your direction, giving you his undivided attention. You loved him for that, always listening to you so intently even when you were talking about complete rubbish.
“Do you like my voice? I mean…do you find it relaxing or soothing at all?” He nods almost instantly.
“Abosluetly, I think your voice is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard…when you aren’t screaming in my ear of course.” You roll your eyes at him, slapping his arm lightly.
“Take off your robes and shoes, get comfortable.” You say, already standing to take off your own. He looks a bit baffled with your forwardness, eyebrows raised. “Don’t be dirty, Omi. I’m just trying to make sure you’re comfortable in case my plan works and you fall asleep.” He nods then, standing to remove his clothes. You stand in just your undergarments, hoping he won’t notice or mind. You always strip down for bed, finding it much more comfortable. You jump on the bed first, crawling up to lay against the pillows. Ominis follows soon after, laying down right next to you.
He lays there stiffly, body completely rigid.
“Omi, why are you so tense?”
“I just…don’t want to get too close and make things awkward.” He gulps.
“You’re not going to, come on.” You pull his arm and pull him into your body, his head moving to rest on your chest. His breath hitches but he quickly relaxes, relishing in your touch and the softness of your skin. “There you go.” You whisper, making him shiver. You take a deep breath, relaxing yourself as you rub patterns along Ominis’ back. ”I’ve been watching you…for some time, can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes.” You begin to sing, slowly and softly. Your hand moves up to gracefully comb through his hair. “Burning cites and…naplam skies, fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes. Your ocean eyes.”
His breathing becomes shallower, slowing down until you can barely notice it. You continue singing, just in case he isn’t quite asleep yet. “No fair, you really know how to make me cry…when you give me those ocean eyes.” You hold back your tears, feeling the implication behind the words you’re singing. You hear a light snore from him, still breathing slowly and peacefully. You stop your singing, feeling sleep wash over you.
You wake up to soft sobs and a wetness on your chest. You slowly peel your eyes open, finding Ominis exactly where he’d been before, tucked into your body. But he’s crying, trying to quiet his sobs as he buries his face into your chest, his tears soaking your skin. You rub his back and run your fingers through his hair, kissing his head once.
“Omi.”
“I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to wake you.” He says, not moving from his position. His voice is so quiet and so broken…it tears you apart.
“Don’t apologize, sweet boy.” You coo, still rubbing patterns along his back. “Can I ask why you’re crying? Did you have another nightmare?” He nods once, and you nod back. “Can I…ask you what these nightmares are about?”
”You.” He responds, voice breaking with the word. “Y-You in the scriptorium, your screams…how I couldn’t comfort you properly. S-So many dreams where you’re in trouble and I…I can’t get to you fast enough.” You hold him even tighter, burying your own face into his hair.
“I’m okay, Omi. I’m safe, I’m right here.” You whisper, your own voice breaking now. You pull his face from your chest, forcing him to look at you. You wipe the tears from his cheeks, thumb still stroking them after the tears are gone. “I’m here, you don’t need to worry. I’m safe with you, and you’re safe with me.” You lean your forehead against his own, your eyes fluttering closed.
“I love you.” He whispers, so quiet you assume you’ve imagined it.
“I’ve loved you for years…my beautiful boy.” You whisper back, tears slipping past your own eyes.
“Promise?”
”I promise.”
“Will you…sing to me again?” He asks shyly.
”Always.” You guide his head back toward your chest, waiting for him to get comfortable again. “I’m scared…never fallen from quite this high, falling into your ocean eyes.” You sing, voice soothing Ominis back to sleep. “Those ocean eyes.”
Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Hand kink, intoxication, explicit descriptions of m!masturbation, ominis pining, guilt + shame stuff on his part
A/N; Hi! I am trying out a new fic formatting and I mayy be redoing my blog theme!! just messing around with things as of rn!!
WC; 2126
READ PART ONE HERE
It was, to his dismay, not the end of his predicament. But somehow, he wasn't surprised.
It was supposed to be a one time thing.
Breakfast was easy that morning, simple even. Sebastian did tease him, like he'd to prepare for, but it was over his lack of responses, not the flush that rose to his cheeks when she arrived at the table.
"You're practically blind AND mute today, what's up with you?"
"Oh leave Ominis alone— maybe he just wants to eat in peace, without your incessant yapping."
He was grateful for her presence, how she fit so well into their trio. MC was commonly a voice of reason between the two, setting debates, sharing secrets. Sometimes starting the debates, but at least hers seemed to be more reasonable, he mused.
It wasn't long before footsteps shuffling to the door, and his watch's subtle chime caught his attention, signaling the end of their meal, and the start of classes.
The classes of the day were tediously boring, professors opting mostly for lectures over coursework, anything requiring work from the brain, it seemed. It was almost a welcome change of pace when Sebastian decided to try and set the trio on a trip through Hogsmeade. Except, Ominis was committed to staying in the quiet walls of the castle on this evening, a book in hand, distracting the thoughts that had plagued his mind since that absolutely indecent dream. It would be cozy, the soft crackle of the fireplace in the common room. Just what he needed to reset his mind.
"Come on, it's the end of the week! Everyone's going to the Three Broomsticks to celebrate!" Sebastian pleaded, inching himself closer to where his friend had perched himself on the common room couch.
Ominis scoffs, flipping the page of a book that he couldn't remember the last couple paragraphs of. "And if everyone jumped off a cliff, would you be so obedient as to join them?"
"I mean—" Sebastian shakes his head, "besides the point, what could be better than enjoying a fee butterbeers with your favorite people, hm?"
He groans when the brunette shoves his shoulder, presumably with his own. "And whom decided that you were my favorite person? Really, do tell, Sebastian." The soft grin betrays the bite in his words, and Sebastian is undeterred nonetheless.
"I didn't say I was your favorite person," the blonde tenses as he draws out his words, and Sebastian knows he's hitting the mark, "but she's going."
He rolls his eyes. Sebastian Sallow wouldn't break him down so easily today. "Is that supposed to convince me?"
His muscles tense impossibly more as the absence of Sebastian's warmth hits him, footsteps inching away. As if he's going to leave. Sebastian never gives up this easily. His eyes narrow behind the pages of his book, waiting for the proverbial other shoe to drop.
And it does.
"I thought so. She said she was excited to spend time with you tonight," he exaggerates the sigh, sneaking a glance at Ominis from over his shoulder as he approaches the door. Jaw tight, white knuckles on the bindings of the book. Perfect. "But I guess I'll have to let her know you won't be there— I hope she's not too disappointed. Hm."
The door clicks behind Sebastian almost immediately after, but he's not surprised when the red glimmer of a familiar wand catches up with him, matching his stride without a word.
It's unfortunate, really, Ominis thinks. That his resolve is so easily trampled. That a mere crush is enough to thwart his evening plans. But the thought of her being disappointed simply wasn't allowed. It's surely not true, she wouldn't notice his absence, and yet he goes along anyway. Because the chance that he'd be the one to let her down, no matter how minuscule, was not a chance he would take.
The tavern is crowded, students mingling about. It's almost overwhelming when he steps in, the air thick, and the jovial laughter, chatter reverberates against his ears. Then he hears her before she's even near, a squeak of excitement in the corner of the inn. She's rushing his way, her footsteps maneuvering through the crowd, and he's enveloping in her warmth, body pressing against his.
"Ominis! Seb! You're here!" She pulls away from him as soon as he registers the sensation, turning to the brunette.
"And you've started without us." Sebastian teases, nudging Ominis to follow her.
It was well worth it though, abandoning his plans for this, he decides. The conversation has been engrossing, surely much more enjoyable than sitting in the dark and pretending to absorb the reading. Even when Sebastian slammed his mug against the table just to make a point, and even when they decided that tonight was the night that Ominis Gaunt would be participating in the drinking. 'Getting sloshed,' they called it.
The buzz under his skin is flourishing, warming his cheeks and shooting through his veins. It's somehow grounding in the otherwise overwhelming environment, especially when her shoulder bumps against his, giggles close to his ear. Then, it's hot. The way her breath fans against the shell of his ear, and then shoots throughout his body. His cock starts to swell before he can process it. He stills. Not this, not here, not in front of her. No.
"Ominis, are you okay?" The hand against his forehead burns against his skin, and he pauses. She's concerned?
"What?" He stutters out before he can sober himself up.
"You're absolutely flushed. Let's go outside, you look sick. It's cooler out there." She's tugging him along now, just barely stumbling every so often, hand encasing his before he can protest.
The chilled air hits his face as soon as they step outside, almost jarring.
"Are you alright?" She turns to him, a hint of slurring in her words.
"Yes, I-," his free hand traces through the strands of his hair, trying to ground him from the devilish thoughts from moments ago, "I'm alright."
"Do you want to walk back to the castle with me? It's a little late, maybe you need some rest?" even through her unusual speech, he hears the smile in her inflection.
It should be embarrassing how he stammers, trying to gather himself, but it's the last of his thoughts when her hand gives his own a little squeeze. He opts for a nod, and she starts to guide him through the village.
It's only a few minutes before he feels his thoughts cut through the hazy fog in his head, the almost sobering realization that she's holding his hand. She's speaking, and he should be listening, but the heat of her skin is so delicious, he could drown in it willingly. He hates the way it's almost instinct when his bulge twitches inside his trousers, the way the pressure in his lower stomach starts to show it's face. He fights back a groan at his body's disobedience, trying to ground himself in his surroundings.
It's this unfortunately hazy decision that leads to his demise. Or his slow descent into madness, really. The small callouses on her palms, contrasted by the soft length of her fingers. It's the fire that is her fingertips, though that make his whole body stiffen. He's hopeful that he can will his growing erection down if he forces it, maybe lock his muscles up so tight that it can't move. He's careful to relax his arm from the shoulder down, lest she notices. If she turns around, it's over. She'll notice for sure, maybe laugh him off, or be so disgusted with him that he never sees her again.
But how would they feel against his cock? How would those beautifully slender fingers fit around his length?
They stop, and he jolts, yanking his hand away.
Dammit.
"What's up, Omi?"
His first instinct is to scramble to cover himself, and so he does, wrapping his cloak impossibly tight around his shoulders, and around his front.
He can practically hear the tilt of her head, hopefully fuzzy enough that she didn't see the taught fabric below his waist. "Are you cold?"
"Yes!" He's almost too thankful when she offers him an out, and he knows he's losing himself.
She giggles, mumbles something about picking up the pace before she heads off again, completely unbeknownst to the burning pressure deep under his skin.
He's quick to follow, letting her ramble absentmindedly as she fumbles her way up the stairs of the castle.
Ominis is all too thankful when they say their goodnights. He starts for his path to his dorm before she can stop him for a hug. It's for her sake, really, even when he can hear the pout on her lips. How scandalized would she feel if one of her friends was having such imprudent thoughts about her? Thoughts about her hands around his length, stroking him teasingly slow? Or would she pump her wrist with vigor, eager to make a mess of him?
He's even more thankful when he finds himself alone in the dorm, cursing under his breath at the sheer and utter luck on his side today. His cloak is long forgotten on the post of his bed, as he tugs at the waistband of his trousers. His back hits his mattress so sharply he huffs, wand tracing down the length of his member while he mutters a simple lubrication charm. Maybe it's the buzzing haze in his brain, clouding against his rational thoughts, but the ache in his pelvis is throbbing with need.
His hips buck into his fist before he can stop himself, groans of relief spilling into the otherwise quiet of the dorm room. His wand hand drops the wood, fingers enclosing around his blonde strands. The coil of heat and pressure is delicious as it builds, his fist twisting roughly over the head of his cock.
It's the delicate, almost velvety feel of her fingertips that burns in the edges of his mind, so close, and so far all at once. Her breath was so close, almost enough that he could feel it now if he focused hard enough. Her soft pants against his skin, chest heaving against his while he sheathed himself inside her heat. It was a compelling idea, even as the guilt weighed at the back of his mind, it was so tantalizing.
His thighs twitched, muscles tensing under the incessant thrusting of his hips. His jaw slacked, ragged breathes huffing against the air. If the pleasant haze in his mind was any less foggy, he would be absolutely abashed. But the soft buzzing under his skin, ministrations on his cock, and lingering sensations of her skin, it was impossible to conceive any other thought. The edge grew closer, just within reach.
It was almost too perfect, the way his hand pumped at his member, the almost brutal pace drawing him to the ledge of his release. The throbbing of his member was so strong it was almost painful, aching against his loins.
"Oh Merlin, MC— please," he whines, desperate pleas against his lips as he dangles on the edge of his salvation.
"Oh Merlin."
The slam of the door reverberated like an explosion, tearing his breath through his lungs.
And it really was too perfect, until Sebastian's grating voice almost echoed in the sudden stillness of the room.
He scrambled, almost jumping from his bed as if he had been burned by the very covers that cover it. He hunched down on the side of the bed opposite of where Sebastian's voice came, jerking his trousers over his still-hard member, and shuffling himself away.
"Are you decent, mate?" Muffled against the grain of the door, but still too close for comfort.
"Ye— yes!" He chokes out, coughing against his fist to clear his throat.
The door is much quieter this time when it shuts behind him, and striding across the floor as if he didn't just witness truly debauched visions of his best friend getting off to their other best friend. Ominis is hopeful for a moment when he doesn't comment on it, instead plopping himself down on the side of his own bed, presumably to take his boots off before he tosses them, clattering against the floor that he is sure to trip over later, in the morning. He's sure he'd worship the ground that Sebastian Sallow walks on, in this moment, if he can swear to erase this moment from his mind forever. Obliviate crosses his almost-sober mind for less than a second before he shakes it away, standing himself on shaky legs, shaky from the desperate lust that wracked through his body moments ago.
Request: 'helllooo! i see ur requests are opened and u write for hogwarts legacy, so I was wondering if u could do an ominis x reader where the reader hears ominis speak parseltongue and becomes really interested in listening to ominis say more in parseltongue'
Thank you so much for your request. This is my first request since returning (outside the few that keep appearing and disappearing from years ago in my inbox which remain, got to love tech). I had a lot of fun writing this, and I really hope you enjoy reading this. Please, let me know your thoughts, I hope I don't disappoint. Also, this is my first time writing for Hogwarts Legacy! I am so excited, thank you.
Warnings: mentions of snakes (incase you happen to have a fear), 1890s propriety, mentions of dark magic, mentions of tomb raiding.
Words: 3.3K
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and (par the below dialogue in the first part which is from the game) the dialogue are all mine.
This should only be found on my blog.
Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .
A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.
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“Dark, ominous corridors. My favourite.” Sebastian jested, wand out, the wand-lighting charm cast. (Y/n) shakes their head at the young man, biting back a smile as they begin their descent down the spiral staircase.
“No comment.” Ominis Gaunt retorts. Alike Sebastian he is a Slytherin, but unlike him he is the child of a very old house that can be traced back to the founder whose Scriptorium they have entered this secret passage in search for. Unlike Sebastian he has no charm cast, the wand naturally guiding the blind man down the stairs in a way (Y/n) is yet to understand.
The ground flattens, the stairs reaching and end, and the corridor is somehow even darker than the lengthy staircase. “Lumos,” (Y/n) whispers, Sebastian’s charm no longer providing enough light for the both of them.
Fascinating. Just as the staircase above, and the rest of the castle, the floor and walls are stone, there are no braziers, but there are snake carvings and statues, this was once an important part of the castle judging by the care in the stonework. There is also a peculiar door directly in front of them. Snakes carve into an arch around it; however, the door itself is metal, beautiful carvings of coiled snakes and more which there isn’t enough light to digest.
(Y/n) raises their wand, investigating each corner of the passage before looking at the ground in front of them. It is what looks to be broken parts of a mural, or some sort of relief. “Nox,” they whisper, and the white light previously emitting from the tip of their wand vanishes. They point their wand at the rubble, “reparo.”
“The rubble formed a relief of a person facing a snake.” (Y/n) once more bites back their smile at the brunette’s obvious observation again.
“Indeed,” they smile, recasting the wand-lighting charm. Whilst Sebastian glances around the passage, charm shining brightly, Ominis heads towards the door.
“That must be the voice I hear,” he mutters. Curious. Before Sebastian can say anything, they head over to the handsome boy. They wait a second too long before speaking, taking in his appearance. The Gaunt is handsome, no doubt about it, jaw firm, skin clear par a few moles. In comparison to (Y/n)’s hair which tends to fight free from its confinements, Ominis’ remains perfectly in place, pomade doing an exquisite job. Just as Sebastian he is clad in Slytherin robes, black tailcoat underneath with a house tartan waistcoat and matching trousers. Both men keep their uniform smart, and well tucked in as expected of a gentleman, but Ominis’ has some sort of elegance to it.
“What’s the matter, Mister Gaunt?”
“Considering where we are, I believe we can drop a bit of proprietary and you can call me Ominis,” he states, eyes glazing around him in distaste, before muttering something under his breath (Y/n) misses.
“Only if you call me (Y/n), then.” They smile at him causing his cheeks to flush. (Y/n) reminds themself it is getting quite warm down here, with no ventilation and the taste of stale air.
“(Y/n),” the man nods, testing it on his tongue, before straightening his back and continuing in a hushed tone, eyes drifting upwards, “the voice is ancient, sinister.”
“You hear a voice?”
Ominis nods, “it started when you repaired that relief. I hear a whisper saying speak to me.” Creepy. He points to himself, continuing, “I’m a Parselmouth – I can hear and speak to snakes. Nearly all known Parselmouths are descended from Salazar Slytherin.”
Before they can stop themself (Y/n) speaks, almost breathlessly, “I’d like to be able to talk to snakes.” They could talk to Bernie then. How can it be people can talk to snakes? Can other people talk to dogs?
Ominis barely reacts, as if he almost expected such a comment, “You might not want the ability to speak Parseltongue. It’s often associated with Dark Wizards.” Once more he points to himself, “I haven’t spoken it in ages, but I’d wager if I speak it now, the door will open. I’m hoping you’re having second thoughts.”
(Y/n) gently smiles, “Believe me, I am having thoughts – but I’m still convinced we should go ahead.
Ominis’ voice softens, “it’s ironic. When I left home, I vowed to leave the Dark Arts behind. And, yet here I am.” He considers for a moment, “stand back.”
(Y/n) does as told, taking a few gentle steps back, and aims their light at the door.
“I cannot believe I am doing this,” he mutters to himself, before straightening his posture, angling his body next to the door towards it.
What next comes from his mouth leaves (Y/n) utterly breathless. Oh my. He hisses, and speaks in another tongue, not like a human trying but just as a snake. It is effortless, so well formulated, and it causes a flush to spread across their cheek as they watch the man stand tall, arms crossed.
The coiled snakes glow before the heads lengthen and coil around the top, causing the door to unlock.
Before they can stop themselves (Y/n) speaks from the heart, utter disbelief and awe, “It worked! Ominis, you possess a rare ability indeed, a most wonderous ability.”
Ominis’ jaw loosens, and Sebastian looks at (Y/n) from the corner of his eye judgingly. The parselmouth’s cheeks flush even darker, and heat cannot be the excuse this time judging by the way Sebastian’s jaw drops as he looks back and forth between the two.
For a second (Y/n) watches as Ominis looks to the ground bashfully, ignoring the heavy sound of the doors opening.
Sebastian shuts his jaw, before walking from behind (Y/n) and continuing to the door, “between the two of you, I’m starting to feel left out.” (Y/n) doesn’t hear him, too busy watching the Gaunt fix his posture before pointing his wand out as it regains its’ familiar red glow, leading the way for him.
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The Gaunt spoke his second tongue only a couple more times that day, and (Y/n) found themself enraptured every time, always standing straight, leaning towards the man as if he was speaking the gospel. So very interesting, and they’d very much like to hear more.
Unfortunately, Ominis soon told them they would never hear the disgusting language from his mouth again, making (Y/n) incredibly disappointed it almost put them in a huff.
This brings them to the present day, a couple months later, now Spring 1893. OWLs begin in early June, a month and a half away, and Solomon Sallow has been dead four weeks now. Despite (Y/n)’s involvement, Ominis found himself unable to stay away from them, understanding them, and perhaps enjoying their presence too much.
Here they stand, in walking suits on a Saturday only hours after the morning classes, inside a Crypt north of Hogwarts.
“You see,” (Y/n) says, smiling widely as they come to stand between Ominis and a pair of heavy gold doors, “I cannot get it open, and as it has a snake on, I was wondering if you could please, please try to open it.”
Ominis sighs dramatically, it would be an immediate no if it wasn’t (Y/n). “I see once again my talents are needed, even if it is for tomb raiding.”
(Y/n) grins, fighting the urge to bounce back and forth on their heels as they clasp their gloved hands together, “oh Ominis, thank you ever so much.”
He shakes his head, smiling to himself before asking (Y/n) to step aside, which they immediately do, and he steps forward. “Right,” he squares his shoulders, and gets ready to shut his eyes before he remembers, “wait.”
Oh no.
“Are you sure it’s a snake, I cannot hear anything.”
(Y/n) fights back a face palm. They were so wrapped up in their fantasy and the memory of the hissing that they forgot the most important bit which happened before he spoke, the snakes were communicating with him. For a split moment, (Y/n) has a thought of pretending to be a snake but quickly realised that is a most ridiculous and stupid idea. So bad, (Y/n) fights off an internal cringe.
Ominis brow furies, and he raises his wand, the tip glowing brighter, “that is not a snake.” He states, blinking slowly, “that is a butterfly.”
Seriously? Is he not blind? That blasted wand.
He is right of course, (Y/n) knows it is not a snake, it is a moth.
“Whaattt? Excuse me,” (Y/n) utters, stepping in front of the man, “let me see. There is no way.” Eyes darting back and forth across the door, (Y/n) leans down, and rubs harshly at the engraving on the door, even pulling out their wand to whisper, “lumos.”
“Hmmm,” they hum to themself, pulling their coat’s sleeve over their hand, rubbing even harsher. They gasp innocently, “wait,” they mumble before increasing ferocity. “Oh my,” they turn to the man, bashfully, “Ominis I am so sorry, I should have looked properly. I can’t believe I dragged you out here for nothing.”
If you were to open a Dictionary now, and flick to the page for ‘un’ and run your finger down the page until you found the word ‘unamused’, there would be a drawing of the young Ominis Gaunt in this moment.
After a moment he sighs, shaking his head, “well, at least we are together. Shall we venture forth and see what awaits us?”
(Y/n) grins, “please, let’s do.”
Ominis gestures out an arm for them to go first, whispering in Parseltongue for them to do so. (Y/n)’s spine straightens, cheeks flushing as they clasp their hands behind their back and walk ahead. They must hear more.
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“Is that really a Grass Snake? In the Scottish Highlands?” Poppy asks, gazing down at the snake in (Y/n)’s hands.
“Yes,” (Y/n) grins at their friend, looking away from the snake for a split second to look up, “I had my mother arrange to have it sent up from our home in England, my father ensured proper safety for the creature of course.”
Poppy looks almost cautiously as the snake coils around (Y/n)’s arm, “you took it from its natural habitat?” She speaks distastefully.
(Y/n) gasps, horrified and offended at the suggestion, “no, no. This is Bernie. We found dear Bernard last summer, his habitat was destroyed so they could build a new library,” they bring the dear snake up closer, lowering to a whisper, “but I saw you, Bernie. Trying to get up that deep hill of dirt.”
“Still why is he up here?” Poppy adores animals, and saving them, and although (Y/n) seems honourable, why take him from his natural habitat.
“My parents are going on a holiday for the next fortnight, they say he is poorly; our family all live at the other side of the country and unfortunately hate snakes.”
Bernie is a gorgeous snake, he was quite injured when (Y/n) found him, his family all dead. He is green, and almost a metre long, and (Y/n) was terrified when they first met, more so when Bernie unfortunately imprinted on (Y/n). In all honesty that is why they weren’t so wary when seeing all the snake memorabilia around Hogwarts, Bernie was quite fond of (Y/n) and exposure therapy soon changed their attitude towards snakes.
This Christmas when (Y/n) tried to return him once healed, Bernie simply came back for dinner. He is free to roam but apparently enjoys the attention he receives. He appears to be quite old, and the idea that those were his wife, children and grandchildren who died makes (Y/n) quite sad. At first (Y/n) was creeped out by this apparent intelligence of the creature but has since grown accustomed to it.
They laugh to themself at the realisation they met someone who could speak to snakes months after meeting their best friend.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
(Y/n) gasps, a wide grin spreading, they can hear Ominis speak Pareltongue again. Even better they can communicate with Bernie! It has been an idea before, but now that the two are closer surely it can come into fruition.
“I thought I could hear a snake.”
(Y/n) yelps, making Poppy laugh as they spin on their heels. There he is, clad in summer uniform looking as handsome as always, although this time there is a loose hair dangling down his forehead. It only makes him more alluring. So that is why men comb down their hair, it is too much to look at.
“Is this Bernie?” Ominis asks, smiling fondly at them. (Y/n) since the incident at the Crypt, had told Ominis about Bernie, and still had failed to get him to speak Parseltongue. He tilts his head to the side, listening as Bernie excitedly begins to hiss, turning to face him, tail still coiled around (Y/n)’s dominant arm. He hisses back quickly, almost quietly in a way you would greet an old friend. “Hmmm,” he hums to himself, “he is asking for food. I wouldn’t suggest it; he is quite plump.”
Bernie hisses at that, we may not be able to understand them but most of them can understand us. Hissing again, he turns away before slithering up (Y/n)’s arm to rest his head beside their ear, ready to speak against Ominis. Poppy laughs once again before excusing herself, the two bid her goodbye.
“Hey!”
“I’m sorry,” Ominis laughs, “I can hear he moves much slower than other snakes, and his voice.” His eyes are gentle, fond, (Y/n) cannot get enough of it.
“Say that to him, not me.”
They are in an empty passage on the way to the Greenhouses, so Ominis does not hesitate before doing so. (Y/n) preens at the sound, grinning widely. “What did you say?”
“I apologised.”
For a second there is silence as (Y/n) takes in Ominis, and he enjoys the moment. “I think Parseltongue is very interesting. Very.”
His smile falls, “it’s associated with my family, and other cruel people who engage in dark magic.”
“You’re not a bad person, though. I think it’s rather beautiful when you speak it,” Ominis stumbles back slightly at (Y/n)’s comment, a deep flush spreading a cross his face and down his neck before it is stopped by his starched collar. “I think it is so fascinating. I searched the library and couldn’t find any way to speak it, and translations.”
“T-thank you,” he clears his throat, a small smile across his features, “you won’t find anything there, it can be learnt with great difficulty but only by spending time around Parselmouths. And we tend to keep to ourselves, especially those descended from Salazar Slytherin. It is a hard language, with being a Parselmouth you are connected to the snake, you understand each other, you aren’t just saying words. For those without the gift it is like saying a common phrase in French with no idea what it actually means. You can speak it, but you won’t be able to understand what they are saying.”
Interesting.
“Oh,” (Y/n) sighs, looking to the ground, and Bernie presses a tentative kiss with his tongue on their neck, making them smile.
Then Ominis speaks, hissing away, a knowing look on his face. He does this for no more than a quarter of a minute.
They smile in awe up at him, fascinated beyond words at not only the language, but him. “What did you say?”
“I said is that why you took me to that crypt? The questions about if all murals and statues of snakes speak Parseltongue? The question about my brother and my parents, if they can speak it to? Is it because you want to learn the language, or because you want to hear me speak it?”
(Y/n) flushes, throat stuck. “Pardon?”
Ominis takes out his wand, taking a step closer. “I said: it is because you are interested in learning the language or are you interested in listening to me say more in Parseltongue?”
“Well, I,” Ominis gives (Y/n) a knowing look, “I think it is fascinating to hear people speak in other languages. Parseltongue, communicating with snakes is incredibly fascinating especially with the common fear around snakes. It would be interesting to know how Parselmouths came to be.”
Ominis tuts before sighing, “shame, I thought you wanted to hear me speak more.”
Their cheeks flush, “well – I… well, yes. Of course.”
The man opposite grins at that, “I confess, where I have always hated this language, I am finding myself enjoying speaking it to you.”
The way the light makes its way through the window as it begins to set, lights Ominis in an angelic way, making young (Y/n) swallow. There they stood, closer than propriety demands, barely a foot between them. It causes unruly butterflies to flutter in both their bellies, and (Y/n) is glad Ominis cannot see the flush on their cheeks.
“I may be blind but I have learnt to read people in other ways,” Ominis starts, tilting his head downwards, “for the past few months I have heard how often your voice has begun to get caught in your throat, how you shuffle when I walk by, how you refuse to move when my head touches your shoulder in class as I feign sleep.” He grins, “I heard months prior how your breath caught in your throat, and you clenched your fist around your wand when I spoke Parseltongue. Though I thought at that time it was more of fear, perhaps misplaced curiosity, but now I know it was interest. I’d say maybe in my second tongue at first, and now in me.”
(Y/n) cannot speak, unable to breath, Bernie however is yet to forgive him, and can also read the room, causing him to hiss at the Parselmouth.
Ominis apologises to him again but being around (Y/n) has turned Bernie into a bit of a diva. When overhearing (Y/n)’s parents were going on holiday, meaning no knocking on the door to extra food, he was disappointed but soon realised he could come to the magic school. The one he always heard the secret wizards and witches in the villages by where (Y/n) lives had fascinated him, as well as (Y/n)’s inability to say no to giving him a cheeky snack when he timed it right. Bernie has learnt very well when to time it, and the eyes. Overall, Bernie is quite happy to be here for a fortnight, he won’t even miss the grass and fields at home, but under no circumstances imagined having to share with another snake. He should have stayed home and not have sulked outside the back door for two days until (Y/n)’s parents surrendered and thought him ill.
What is the point of being here? To witness this pathetic courting attempt, Bernie tells Ominis this, making his jaw loosen and eyes widen in disbelief. Yes, take that, sir.
Presuming he misread the situation judging by the silence, Ominis nervously says, “do you really like hearing me speak it? Or are you mocking me?”
(Y/n) holds a gasp, eyes softening as they immediately shake their head, “I would never mock you Ominis. Ever. Nor would I mock your language.”
“Are you honestly telling me that by speaking it, you do not think me a dark wizard?”
“Never. How could I?” After everything with Sebastian, Ranrok, this entire year, Ominis had been the least likely to become a dark wizard or cast dark magic.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
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In the end, (Y/n) got to hear Parseltongue as often as they wanted, for the rest of their life. Over the decades, (Y/n) did pick up some words from their husband, but only from his sleep talking as he’d say the same words again and again. Ominis spoke it whenever they asked, in other situations on instinct, and sometimes when fighting much to the chagrin of (Y/n).
Men who used to have perfect self‑control, but completely fall apart after discovering how wonderful it is to love their partner… I think that type is impossibly cute.
It’s a very common trope, but I just love the idea of Ominis almost falling into darkness when someone hurts the person he loves.
If his partner is alive, I love the “she pulls him back from the edge” kind of story. If she dies… then the tragedy of him fully falling into darkness and becoming a dark wizard is also delicious…
🌙 About them: Ominis and Lorrain's connection transcends time—bound by a soul pact that entwines their fates across all existences and lifetimes. Lorrain was summoned in a moonlit ritual performed by an entity whose name has been lost—or deliberately hidden; shaped from a fragment the Moon casted aside. She isn’t divine—she’s human, carrying only the small streak of defiance she was born from.
The Tears (Lorrain's rings) / Her wand
🌙 She possesses a fire-like magic essence, not related to the ancient magic shown in the game (unlike Melione Fallin). Lorra's magic scorches her fingertips over time in human form, but when channeled through her rings—known as The Tears—it flows with perfect control. Though she carries a wand as required at school, she rarely uses it— her notoriously and painfully poor aim makes her fingerwork with The Tears far more reliable for enchantments.
🌙 The soul pact: While blood pacts manifest as vials, soul pacts crystallize into enchanted gems that embody the pledged souls' covenant (Oms and Lorra's gem can be seen within her wand). Soul pacts weave connections that neither time nor distance can understand, eternally binding two beings. Unlike ordinary magical contracts, these sacred bonds cannot be dissolved unilaterally—both parties must consent to release one another.
More detailed explanations of their lore can be found in their main fics & in my Ao3:
Looking thru my eyes - Lifetime 15
In another life (You don’t want to read this) - Lifetime 17
What We Made of Monsters (Dark fic - Coming soon) - Lifetime 99
Here are some oneshots that explain different circumstances of their relationship:
The Damaged One & From dusk till dawn - (Lifetime 3)
You Alone - (Lifetime 3)
Emeralds and Sapphires - (Lifetime 6)
Duel me like you mean it - (Lifetime 6)
Our own Yule Ball - (Lifetime 7)
Things were not the same after the New Year's Party - (Lifetime 15)
Darling, I’m noticing your flaws - ( Lifetime 94)
Comics:
It’s nice to have a friend - (Lifetime 7 )
Behind these walls - (Lifetime 15):
🔞MDNI🔞:
Serpent's at the Library & A proper apology
Commander
🧿🥀 Art Pieces 🥀 All can be found under this hashtag 🥀 🧿
I simply had to draw his grumpy reaction when she woke up.
I’m convinced Ominis would be unbearably cute in a St Mungo’s ward—scolding his freshly awakened partner out of pure love, only to break down, pull her into his arms, and quietly cry where she can’t see.
7/ Vows in Bruised Petals : Evelyne’s plan, devised to grant Ominis a life unshackled by his parents’ ambitions, is beginning to bear fruit. Will they hold the sweetness of nectar… or the bitterness of collapsing illusions?
NSFW - 🔞 | ⚠️ Physical & emotional abuse + heavy theme | Ominis Gaunt x OC
Credits: This stunning cover was created by the talented @/tamayula-hl. 🙏🫶
“Contrary to what many believe,” Ominis professes in an even inflection, his wand reflecting the tense silhouette of Evelyne, seated at a table in the Undercroft.
“Legilimency doesn’t read thoughts. It delves into the layers of your memory to unearth what it covets. The most experienced sometimes inject their venom into it, just as others poison a well.”
“Yes, that’s what your, er...” Evelyne hesitates, the word burning on her lips. “Marvolo did to me.”
The word “brother” hangs silently in the air, yet the bond of blood rings in his ears. In a broken voice, she confesses to having felt his elder brother’s perverse pleasure in tormenting Muggles as if it were her own, to the point of feeling dirty to the core.
Ominis clenches his jaws so hard that the pain radiates to his temples. He doesn’t need to imagine; he knows all too well this stain, the scars of which he still bears. He experienced it as a child, when Marvolo entered his mind without warning, ransacking the secret gardens of his thoughts to tear out what he considered to be weeds.
Like her, he also remembers the self-loathing, that faithful companion who never leaves him. Fearing that the atmosphere would become even heavier, he forces himself to change the subject and asks her, with a façade of calm, about her reading of Salazar Slytherin’s ancient treatise on mental magic. For while the supremacist ideas of his illustrious ancestor are abhorrent, his genius in Legilimency and Occlumency remains unrivalled.
“There are several ways to counter a Legilimens,” she recites, as docile as a student in front of Professor Sharp. “Some build mental walls, others hide a memory behind its twin, some drown the attacker in a torrent of images, and finally, a few rare individuals know how to create a complete void.”
Good. She has grasped the essentials. Unfortunately, theory is only a pale reflection of practice.
Summary: You fall asleep on Ominis' shoulder during class.
Warnings: Cursing, fluffy fluff fluffy
Author's Note: I love this so much. @clownfacepancakes120 this one's for you :}
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IT WAS A WELL KNOWN FACT IN HOGWARTS THAT HISTORY OF MAGIC CLASS WAS INCREDIBLY BORING. So boring in fact, that when you begun school, Professor Fog warned you to purchase a pillow in hogsmeade for said class. You didn’t understand him at first, but now as you sat in class, listening to the gravelly voice of professor bins as he floating through the aisles, your eyes straining to stay awake, you wished you had brought your pillow.
“You know you’re incredibly slick, darling.” Ominis said sarcastically, causing you to shoot your head up at the sound of his voice.
“Hmm?” You mumbled, already feeling your eyes grow heavy again.
“I can’t even see you and I can hear the way you're trying to stay up right now.”
He chuckled to himself, hearing uou scoff as you shifted in your seat.
“Am not. I’m just, focusing super hard.” You lied, your head already falling into his shoulder.
“Mhmm.” He teased, before you scoffed, not having the energy to fight back.
Ominis couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, loving everytime you’d lean your head against his shoulder. The two of you started dating in your 6th year, not noticing your feelings until after you defeated rankrok. Ominis realized the fear he felt when you fought came from love. You two had been dating ever since, after Sebastian forced the two of you to get together, insisting that Ominis wouldn’t stop mopping about his love for you.
So now here uou we’re, sat with your head against his shoulder, fast asleep as Professor Bins muttered none sense.
“Darling?” He whispered, turning to look at you when he heard your soft snores from beside him.“Silly girl, you’re drooling.” He chuckled, wiping your chin as you shifted against him. He placed a soft kiss against your head, jumping slightly when Sebastian laid against his other shoulder, a loud ground shaking snore erupting from his chest.
“Wake up you oaf! You’re snoring like a troll!” He yelled, shoving Sebastian, trying not to wake you in the process.
“Hey! Why does she get to sleep?!” Sebastian yelled, looked at Sebastian angrily as he threw a hand out at you.
“Because I love her.” He replied, rolling his eyes as if it were obvious.
“Unbelievable. You know, I used to be the one who got to sleep on your shoulder.” Sebastian grumbled, huffing angrily as he folded his arms.
“I never let you sleep on my shoulder.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows at Sebastian as the freckles boy pouted, slamming his chin in his palm on the table.
“Yeah well, what happens while you’re sleeping can’t hurt you.” He grumbled, making Ominis roll his eyes.
“You’re such a pillock Sebastian.” Ominis. teased, running his fingers gently through your hair.
“And you my friend, are incredibly whipped.” Sebastian said, patting Ominis’ shoulder, making him smile.
“I know.”
Ominis smiles down at you as you snuggle closer into his shoulder, hiding your face in his neck. Your soft snores filth is ears, a much better sound in his eyes than Professor Bins mumbling, as butterflies grew in his stomach at the warm feeling you radiated.
Like An Evening Sky || Ominis Gaunt X Reader || Smut
Outline: You ask Ominis to be your date for the ball and he feels sorry that he can’t see how beautiful you are... So you help him get a much more detailed and intimate idea of what you look like.
Word Count: 2’624
Warnings: friends to lovers, explicit smut.
For the past few months, all you heard about was that the Yule Ball was coming up. Students were excitedly - and constantly - chatting about it, planning their outfits or gossiping about who will be accompanying who, it pretty much was the event of the year for those who were old enough to attend.
You had been thinking about it too, of course, but more cautiously than the others. You usually dodged the persistent questions of your friends, asking who you were hoping would ask you or why you had refused to go with Leander, which might have been your only chance of having a date.
Now a few days before the event, you still weren’t sure if you’d bother attending, even though you had promised Natsai that you’d at least dress up and go to enjoy the buffet with her.
The library was quiet, with the faint sounds of whispers and pages being turned around you, you thought that you would have felt at peace, sheltered from the buzzing energy of other students preparing for the dance, but you found yourself mulling over it way more than you wanted. The main cause of your growing frustration happened to be sitting right across from you, focused on reading an ancient book with the help of his wand.
Ominis probably was the only last year student who didn’t mention the Yule Ball coming up once. Or if he did, he never talked about it with you. Which made it even more annoying than his apparent lack of interest in it. Ominis was supposed to be your friend, your best friend even, and yet you had no idea if he was planning to go and who he had asked on a date. And to make the matter worse, he didn’t seem to care about who you were planning to go with either.
“Ominis ?” You whispered, finally gathering the courage to satisfy your curiosity, even if it meant potentially feeling very upset because of his answers.
“Yes ?” His wand stopped following the sentences in his book and his pale eyes lifted to look in your direction, showing you that you had his full attention.
“Are you going to the ball ?” You asked, nervously doodling with your quill at the top of the parchment you were writing on.
“I… No, I don’t think so. Are you ?” He replied, his voice hesitant, making you wonder if he was hiding soemething from you or if he really hadn’t given the ball a single thought until today.
“I don’t know.” You shrugged, faking a detached tone. “But if you want to go, maybe we could go together ?”
You saw his eyes widen in surprise, a faint pink blush bringing color to his usually pale face.
“Uh, I guess we can… If you want.” He agreed and you let out a relieved sigh that you were sure he unmistakably noticed.
“Very well.” You said, loudly gathering your things and standing up from your seat. “Ill see you later.”
And with that, you rushed out of the library, hiding your silly smile behind your books and leaving him to study by himself, still a bit confused by your attitude.
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You spent the evening before the ball in your dorm with Natsai, nervously getting ready, trying on the dress she had convinced you to buy during your last shopping trip to Hogsmead and getting your hair up in a sophisticated updo.
Natsai didn’t pester you about your date as much as you had expected her to. When you had told her and Garreth that you had asked Ominis, neither of them seemed surprised by your choice, only by the fact that neither of you had asked each other before. Was it so obvious to everyone that you had a crush on your best friend ? And did they think he liked you back ? Because frankly, even though he had agreed to accompany you tonight, you still weren’t sure if he was doing it for the sake of your friendship or because he was hoping for something more.
You walked to the temporary ballroom with your classmates, already hearing the music seeping through the closed doors and the laughters of students resonating against the walls. Up in the stairs, you spotted a group of first years, peeking from behind the railing with curious eyes. You smiled to yourself, remembering when you were their age, dreaming about attending this event too.
“I guess we’ll see you inside.” Natsai said, bringing your attention back to your trio. You followed her gaze to the opposite hallway, immediately noticing the handsome man standing there, in a immaculate white suit. You heart leaped in your chest. Ominis really was here and he was waiting for you.
Garreth and Natsai left you, arm in arm, as they entered the party. You took a deep breath and joined Ominis, as happy to see him as it was making you nervous.
“Good evening.” You greeted, once standing in front of him. “That suit looks very nice on you.”
He gave you a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, a twinge of sadness passing on his face.
“And I’m sure you look beautiful too tonight… Not that you don’t look nice on other days, I’m sure you do… What I’m saying is that you must have put in some big efforts to look even better and err… Forget it.”
You laughed, finding it cute how flustered he got with his attempt to compliment you. It was pretty unusual to see him lack self confidence and not express himself in perfect, almost diplomatic sentences. You thanked him anyway and looped your arm with his, guiding him to the ballroom.
You stood in awe at the entrance for a moment, amazed by how beautiful it looked inside. The room had been decorated in a winter theme, the snow falling from the enchanted sky above and the flickering of all the candles around making it look like you had stepped into a fairytale. You turned to Ominis, wondering if he was impressed too but the lack of reaction on his face reminded you that he couldn’t see how breathtaking it all was.
Students were dancing, others were excitedly chatting in groups and a few others were hanging by the buffet of sweets and various options of beverages. You found some of your classmates, talked and laughed together and shared a few dances with Ominis, who seemed to enjoy himself. Mostly.
But after two hours at the ball, alternating between dancing and filling your mouth with candies you never tried before, your date’s behavior changed, becoming a bit more distant and less talktative.
“Are you feeling unwell ?” You asked him, worried by how distraught he suddenly seemed.
“No… Yes.” He admitted, reluctantly. “All those people around, the music, the chatter… It’s a bit much for me too keep up with.”
“Oh, of course.” You nodded, only now understanding that he must feel overwhelmed by it all, his senses so much more sensitive than yours to compensate for his lost vision. He probably knew he’d end up feeling this way if he attended the ball, which explained why he had been trying to avoid it but he had agreed to go with you because he was a good friend and you felt awfully guilty about it now. “Let’s go outside.”
With your arm looped with his again, you guided him out of the ballroom and into the quiet gardens of the castle. The stars were brightly shining in the night sky and although the air was a bit chilly, it felt nice to escape the warmth and humidity of the party for a while.
You walked to an alcove, where you both sat on a stone bench, sheltered by the cold winter breeze and far away enough from the doors to only hear faint music reaching your ears.
“That’s much better, thank you.” Ominis said, looking indeed relived but sadness remained in his expression. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin your night. It’s alright if you’d rather go back inside and dance with someone else while I take a break here.”
“Don’t be silly, you’re not ruining anything and I’d much rather stay with you, I don’t care that much about dancing or partying anyway.”
“You don’t ?” He asked, confused again. “Why did you ask me to attend with you then ?”
“Because it sounded nice to spend some more time with you.” You replied, honestly. It had been a while you hadn’t been just the two of you together , maybe because he had been avoiding talks about the Yule Ball and therefor avoiding you and your friends as well.
“With me ?” He repeated, as if he couldn’t quite believe you. “Why would you want to have me as a date ? I’m not exactly a social butterfly and I can’t appreciate how lovely you must look tonight. I heard Leander and Garreth whispering about you earlier, they said you were the most beautiful girl in there but me ? I have no idea what you look like, not tonight, not at all.”
“I’m sorry Ominis, I didn’t know it mattered to you.”
“It doesn’t, not really. I think you’re amazing because of who you are, not what you look like… I just think it’s a shame you look so beautiful and I don’t get to enjoy it like the others do. Especially tonight, you probably have a nice hairdo and you must be wearing a gorgeous dress but it’s all the same to me.”
“Very well then.” You stood up and placed yourself in front of him, reaching for his hand and bringing it to your waist.
“What… What are you up to ?” He asked, barely daring to touch you, even with your permission.
“I want to show you what I look like, in a way that works for you.” You explained, gently moving his hand to the front of your dress so that he could feel the pearls sewn on the fabric underneath his fingers.
He seemed to understand what you were expecting of him and soon, his curiosity took over his cautionary nature. He followed the pearls from your hips up to your stomach, really feeling the different textures he touched.
“Your dress is soft.” He stated, moving upwards until he reached the opening of the low neckline. He tentatively stroked your bare skin there with two fingers, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips as he did. “But it isn’t as soft as your skin.”
“It’s… A dark blue dress.” You told him, wondering if he even knew what this color looked like. Maybe it didn’t matter, but you felt compelled to say something, anything, just to encourage him to keep going.
“Like an evening sky.”
You took a step closer, standing between his legs and his other hand joined his exploration of your body. He traced the outline of your silhouette, going from your hips all the way up your sides and softly grazing your cleveage. Your breath caught in your throat at the more intimate touches which caused him to stop them.
“No, keep going. Please.” You whispered, your voice guiding his eyes to yours. With his face lifted up to you, as you stood over him, you could easily reach for his blond hair and push back the stray piece falling on his forehead.
He listened, his hands resuming their wandering up your body, caressing your chest before heading downwards, back to your hips, and then to your thighs, noticing and taking in all the curves and lines of your body.
In the darkness of this starry winter night, with nothing but the light of the moon to illuminate his white form, you dared do the one thing he never found the courage to do himself and leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips.
The kiss was just as soft and gentle as his touch once his surprise faded and he pulled you even closer. You heard him whisper your name as you both came up for air, so you kissed him once more to show him that you were still there with him.
That second kiss seemed to ingnite a forgotten passion inside him, his lips pressing harder on yours as he pulled you once more, but with much more strength than before. You landed on his lap and you felt his arms around your waist securing you on top of him.
It was your turn to whisper his name, as his hand grew a lot more confident in the way it roamed over your body. After a few more feverish kisses, he pulled the fabric of your dress up your legs. You shivered at the feeling of the cold night air on your previously covered skin but the way his fingers now danced over your bare skin instantly warmed you up.
“Are we all alone ?” Ominis asked, between two breathless kisses.
You looked around, checking your surroundings as well as you could from your seat on his lap, under the alcove you had find refuge in.
“I think so… Why ?” The question had escaped your lips before you even realized it, causing an amused smile to appear on Ominis’s face.
“Because if I manage to get some satisfied sounds out of you, I want to be the only one to hear them.” He said, his good manners and cautious vocabulary long gone. His answer sent a wave of intense heat through your body, burning your cheeks.
He moved his hand under your dress, reaching for your underwear and interrupting his caress just shy of the hem. “May I ?”
“Please.” You begged, spreading your legs slightly further apart to grant him better access to your center.
He kissed you at the same time that his fingers moved inside your panties, exploring the most intimate part of your body with eagerness. He slipped between your folds, easily finding your clit and gently rubbing it between his fingers, making you exhale in shocked pleasure. You closed your arms around his shoulders, burying your face against him as he kept playing with you, your need for relief slowly but surely increasing with each of his movements.
You were pretty sure that it couldn’t get any better than that, with his palm adding pressure to your entrance while his fingers were expertly torturing your clit but he proved you wrong as soon as he pushed one of his elegant fingers inside of you.
You closed your eyes, surprised by the intensity you felt in the pit of your stomach as he reverently moved it back and forth inside you. You were getting used to the sensation, and your body was too judging by how it was becoming increasingly easier for his finger to glide in and out of your body.
Then, he added a finger to the one already there and your body shook with pleasure. You moaned quietly against him, which seemed to encourage him to thrust his fingers into you even deeper, with rapid movements you could barely keep track of.
“Ominis.” You whimpered, against his neck, feeling his grip on you tighten to hold you in place on top of him. A few more seconds and the dam inside you broke, flooding your whole body in numb pleasure. You put a hand on top of where his still was, to stop the motions that you couldn’t take anymore and he understood, putting your panties as they were and gently kissing your forehead as you still tried to catch your breath.
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Outline: Your family arranged for you to marry Marvolo Gaunt. Fortunately, your best friend Ominis steps up and makes sure to save you from
Outline: Sebastian invites you to the ball, the very first one you get to attend at Hogwarts. After learning that you have yet a few more fi
AuthorsNote; Gang I am so sorry but I cannot stop writing. I'm debating starting a short series, slow burn. I dunno, I just have soo much to say 😭
Canon Divergence for Seb's quest; Seb's takes place after his entire quest line, he does not ignore MC and Ominis.
Sebastian Sallow
He thinks you're leaving him, in one way or another
It's kind of a spiral for him. He's spent months turning a new leaf, it's imbedded in his soul that he will never grace the dark arts with his presence again. It's almost back to normal with Ominis and MC. He's sure he can prove himself with time, there's a glimmer of hope that he can fully rebuild their friendships and it drives him everyday. He's used to everyones jabs about his 'unyielding devotion" to MC. It's just good fun, but why does it sting a little? It's only because he's indebted to them. For all their help and kindness, everything they did for him, for Anne. Not because he wishes they saw him with the same reverence. But theres no way, not after everything they saw him do. Not after who he became, at their expense. After what he did in the scriptorium. He shakes his head when these thoughts come, trying to will away the memory, not just of the event itself but of the nightmares that plague him.
It's a chain reaction, really. Ominis was quite the gossip, really, especially the romantic sort. It wasn't unusual for MC to be late for breakfast, but he was grumpy every time nonetheless. So when Ominis leaned over to him, a hand barely covering his mouth as he whispered to Sebastian, he was sure it was something silly, as usual. Idle gossip that he indulged Ominis in, pretending he didn't enjoy it just as much.
When the words slipped from his lips, Sebastian's stomach lurched.
"I hear MC is being courted by Issac, I supposed he's infatuated by our friends' thirst for knowledge, or so he says."
He stilled as Ominis chuckled quietly. His heart ready to burst out of his throat. He played it off, as nonchalant as he could manage, hopeful that the blonde would spare him of his teasing about his, alleged, jealousy.
He convinces himself that his jealousy is protectiveness. He cares for them, there's no denying it. But it's not jealousy. He cares so deeply that he's sure he can spot Issac trying to take advantage of them. Their kindness, their dedication. Issac can't care for MC like he can.
He can't stop himself when he pushes MC away, feigning anger, avoiding them after he sees them with Issac in the library one day.
He snaps, just a little, but it's been almost every time they speak, and MC's patience snaps.
"What the hell is your problem?"
He doesn't want to confront this now. The whole topic feels bigger than himself, too much to process. "Just go back to 'studying' with Issac, it's what you seem to enjoy doing lately."
MC's jaw gapes, eyebrows furrowed at the audacity. They've known Issac was flirting with him during their studying sessions, but Charms partnered projects were mandatory. And it was nice, to be flirted with by an actual prospective relationship. Sebastian flirted and joked, ever since they met, but they had given up hope that he was ever interested in a real relationship. It seemed to always be a joke to him, and it stung, especially in moments like these where he seemed to care like a partner would. It was painful, almost feeling like they were being played with. As soon as they grieved the relationship they dreamed up with Sebastian, he gave them a sliver of hope again, that there was the future together that they so desperately desired.
"I'm not doing this today, Sebastian. Maybe think about why you want to act like you care so much about anyone who might see me romantically? Why do you hate the idea that anyone else could make me happy?" They stormed off, charming their possessions away quicker than he could blink.
He finds his way back to his dorm fairly quickly, tossing himself into his bed, drawing the curtains as he pouted. He usually ruminated on what MC said to him, but this specifically stuck in his head in a way that felt unusual. It weighed on his heart in ways that we're familiar when he thought about MC.
He wasn't sure how long laid in bed, eyes trained on the ceiling, biting chunks out of his lip as he focused on his thoughts. Ominis had entered the dorm, speaking up every so often about something random, Sebastian would grunt in response generally, mumbling something occasionally to keep him off his back. It wasn't until Ominis startled Sebastian out of his tantrum, sitting on his bed next to him, that his gaze broke for the first time.
"What?" He grumbled, picking at his lip out of habit, at this point.
"You're brooding."
"I am not."
"Let's skip the meddlesome idle chat, tell me what happened." Ominis crossed his legs, settling himself as Sebastian took a breath.
"Why do you hate the idea that anyone else could make me happy?"
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"You should use your tiny pebble of a brain. Think about it. Maybe they truly do want an answer to that." Ominis was quick to stand, ready to settle into his own bed.
Sebastian was surprised Ominis didn't pester him when we didn't respond, but he was thankful that he was allowed to sit with his thoughts again.
It's only a few hours later when he entertains what Ominis said. He argues with it at first. How could they believe he didn't want to see them happy? It was what he breathed for! They just don't understand. Maybe he doesn't understand. So he allows himself to indulge MC for a moment. Trying to put himself in the mindset of seeing MC smiling, happy, giggling with Issac Cooper. Everyone they did together, but it's the blue robes, dusty blonde hair instead of him. It's sickening to visualize. Okay, so, maybe he does hate to see them happy with anyone else. Every thought that comes next feels like he's opening pandora's box, he knows it. He's on the cusp of what feels like a new thought that'll change everything.
And it does, when it truly hits him for the first time, "I don't want to see MC be in love with anyone else because I want to be the one who they're in love with." He has to say it out loud to really grasp it, whispering to himself. His eyes widen, just barely, before he closes them with a long sigh.
"Fuck."
Ominis Gaunt
When someone else points it out to him
This hadn't been the first jab Sebastian had made, insinuating more than friendship between Ominis and them. But it had been the first time it'd been so... direct.
"You're in love, mate." Ominis could hear him chuckle, felt the gentle shove to his shoulder. He willed Sebastian to never speak again, in his head. But never the man to make Ominis's life easy, Sebastian continued on.
"You've spent the last half hour turning your head to the bloody door every time it opens! We both know who you're looking for, it's the same every time! You're kind of like a puppy in that way I guess."
He was sure Sebastian had continued on, but it seemed like his heartbeat was too loud against his ears, shutting out the chatter of the great hall with a loud, continuous thump. It wasn't entirely easy, spending the rest of the day throwing himself his coursework. He'd just barely start to focus before he could hear Sebastian in his head again, 'in love,' he said. As if it was so easy. As if he didn't just put words to the reason his heart was beating.
No. No. Ominis Gaunt did not, would not, could not, fall in love. How juvenile, how naive, to believe that he would ever be allowed such extravagant things. He'd shake his head, willing the thoughts away as he shuffled into his seat of the final class of the day.
The undercroft almost soothed the headache he'd granted himself today. No, that Sebastian had granted him. The chill of the air soothed his flushed skin for a moment, as he let himself sink into the transfigured couch, and he let out a breath, sure it was the first one he'd taken since breakfast.
Looking back, Ominis thinks it may have started around the time of the scriptorium, but he can't pinpoint when the feeling started. He was expecting a switch, instantaneous, overwhelming, drowning him, but as he ponders how he got here, he thinks it may have been slow. The flicker of the flame that would soon burn him not at all noticeable, maybe he was distracted. He knows it caught slow, but as he registers it for the first time, it's all consuming. The burning flame rages around him, and he hates how he relishes in it. He hates how his heart beats out of his chest, and he absolutely loathes how good it feels. How good they feel.
But Ominis Gaunt was a man who could never fall in love, he simply would not allow it. So, he ignores it. It is not plausible, for Ominis Gaunt. He knows who he is born to, where his blood will carry him for the rest of his life, and he will not allow MC to be dragged into it, to drown with him, just as he is meant to.
He has never entertained the idea. Of course, the thoughts had crossed his mind. Gossip around the castle of all the romantic shenanigans. He let his mind drift for a moment, thinking about Imelda Reyes, and Poppy Sweeting. Rumors had been absolutely flourishing lately about the two, caught snogging by the locker rooms of the Quidditch pitch. He couldn't entirely pinpoint when the names and faces changed, his eyelids growing heavy. But they shot open the moment he realized what he was daydreaming about. He almost shot up from his place on the couch, really, feeling his own lips, as if he could conjure up the feeling of MC again.
No, absolutely not. He scoffed at himself for entertaining the idea, shaking his head. Not in a million years. He was not 'in love,' regardless of what Sebastian thought.
It wasn't even moments later that he threw his head back in defeat. There was nothing else it could be, really. With MC. But as his eyes fluttered close, he wondered what could be. What it was. How his hands tingled hours after they dragged him through Hogsmeade the first time. And the 10 after that. How his heart felt uncomfortably full when they paired up in potions. How watching them take the cruciatus curse was almost worse that taking it himself. How he held their hair as they wretched later that day, the lingering pain making them shutter.
He wondered, for just a moment, if they felt the way he did. He was sure it was impossible. He didn't have the infectious laugh, the burning touch, the wit. He was sure it was impossible to feel as strongly as he did, it felt entirely unreal. Deep in his stomach, and all consuming as it spread across his limbs, tingling in his fingertips. Is this what love was? Surely, he cared for Sebastian, and Anne, like no other. But it was nothing like this, borderline painful.
But his head grew foggy, reasonable thoughts escaping him.
Their small, hushed laughter was no longer in the potions classroom, but at the Three Broomsticks. The butterbeer almost chilled compared to their hand on his, settled on the table.
Holding hands under the table of the library, he wondered if their face would be as flushed as his was. He'd hoped.
It was hard to fight such indulgent thoughts as he started to doze, especially with the muggle novels he'd read to spite his bloodline. Running away together. Standing up to his family. He hated that he knew, instantly, that he'd do it if MC asked. In a heartbeat. As though he was born to do as they wanted, not to belong to his bloodline. For a moment, he felt hopeful. Never would he ever have felt it possible to defy, what he thought, was the inevitable. But the burn was addictive. Maybe he could be salvaged. Maybe he was in love. Maybe he could let himself enjoy the burning, all consuming flame of his indulgence.
Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt & Garreth Weasley
Sebastian Sallow:
Your first kiss with Sebastian happens in the shadows of the Undercroft.
He usually drags you there to practice duelling or to teach you forbidden spells
The kiss happens after a quick duel where he was accidentally too hard on you
He apologises and then leans in to kiss you
It’s quick but electric
His hand still cups your face once he’s pulled away. A huge smirk on his face
Ominis Gaunt:
Your first kiss happens during a rain storm whilst on a trip to Hogsmeade.
You shelter under a shop awning standing close to each other
He is quieter than usual, wrestling with his feelings on whether to tell you how he feels about you.
He cups your face slowly stroking your cheek.
He tells you that you are extremely important to him.
He slowly leans in but because he can’t see he might miss your lips at first
He blushes at how clumsy he is. But it’s because you make him nervous
He smiles against your lips as you help him out
The kiss is slow but intense
Garreth Weasley:
Garreth has roped you into after hours potion brewing.
He suggests the potions classroom but you know the chances of you getting caught are high so you suggest the Room of Requirement it would be quiet and no chance of getting caught
The potion goes horribly wrong. You make him nervous so he ends up putting an ingredient in at the completely wrong time
It makes the both of you laugh.
When he sees the smile on your face he can’t help but looking at your lips
And then he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss you.
And the next thing he knows he is kissing you.
Cupping your face in his hands, passionately kissing you.
When he pulls away he rests his forehead against yours and says “maybe you should help me brew potions more often”
You chuckle before pulling him in for another kiss
Prompt: Ominis wants to ask out his crush (you) out to Hogsmeade. However, he feels overwhelmingly ill prepared. So he turns to Sebastian, his most trusted friend and the reason for his constant migraine.
AN: Its just cute Ominis tripping over his words. We love him.
Masterlist
"Hmm… I have to admit, Ominis, I didn't expect you to actually take the initiative to plan something." Sebastian smirked as he shut his Potions tome and tossed it onto the bed beside him.
Ominis frowned, arms crossing tightly. "I take initiative all the time, Sebastian. Your comment is completely unwarranted."
"I meant no harm, it’s just that you get so flustered around her, one might think you’ve been placed under the Imperius Curse. You barely move unless she wants you to; just standing there, nodding along like some enchanted statue, completely oblivious to the rest of the world." Sebastian’s smirk widened, thoroughly amused by how quickly Ominis bristled.
Ominis stiffened, grip tightening on the edge of his robe. "Will you help me or not?" His tone was clipped, irritation barely masked. If he let Sebastian continue, he'd be the one with the migraine soon enough.
I don’t get that flustered. He’s exaggerating.
Sebastian, however, chuckled knowingly. It wasn’t often that Ominis came to him for help usually, it was the other way around, with Sebastian begging for favors while Ominis rolled his eyes and reluctantly complied. In return, Sebastian would collect fresh potion ingredients for him and sneak in contraband books on literature and history.
But now? Now Ominis needed his expertise, and that made Sebastian’s ego swell just enough to ensure he was going to milk this for all it was worth.
"I’ll help you… on one condition." Sebastian leaned forward, clearly enjoying himself. "Admit that I am, without a doubt, the best dorm mate you could’ve ever asked for. And not that Weasley." His nose wrinkled in distaste as he recalled Ominis’ words from the previous night; something about how Garreth was a better dorm mate than him because, at the very least, his stupidity was contained to the occasional explosion.
That had stung. Not much, but enough.
Ominis huffed. "I will say it, and even mean it, if she agrees to go on that date with me."
Sebastian grinned. "Fair enough." He extended a hand, and Ominis clasped it, sealing the deal.
"Alright, first things first," Sebastian began, dropping back into his chair, "your plan is solid in its simplicity. What you lack, my dear friend, is confidence."
Ominis drew back, lips parting in offense. "I have confidence."
Sebastian shot him a pointed look. "Rule number one: you are not allowed to get offended when I point out areas that need improvement."
A heavy sigh. "Fine." Ominis grumbled, feeling as though he was quickly running out of options.
They moved to the study table, Sebastian rattling off various strategies, none of which seemed remotely useful to Ominis. And frankly, even Sebastian started to realize how impractical some of them were. A slow grin pulled at the corners of his lips as an idea struck.
"Forget all that, Ominis. The only tip you need?....Fake it till you make it."
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Ominis stood behind the girl he wanted to ask out, fingers curled tightly around the stems of the flowers he had carefully chosen. Their scent is soft, sweet, and fresh mixed with the crisp evening air. In the other hand, a bag from Honeydukes rested against his palm, filled with chocolates and candies he knew she was running low on, along with a few new varieties he thought she might enjoy. Thoughtful. Simple. Yet, as he hid them behind his back, they suddenly felt woefully inadequate.
She stood by the gardens next to the greenhouse, the glow of the setting sun casting golden highlights along her figure as she gazed out at the vast, rippling lake. A gentle breeze carried the scent of damp earth and blooming mallowsweet, mingling with the distant salt of the water. Ominis could feel the evening sun warming his face, the rest of him shielded beneath his robes.
Should I have changed?
His fingers twitched against the wrinkled fabric of his sleeve. He hadn't thought to freshen up, and now, standing here in the presence of someone so effortlessly lovely, doubt clawed at him. I probably look awful. Damn you, Sebastian.
Before his thoughts could spiral further, she turned toward him.
"Good evening, Ominis."
Her voice, warm and lilting, carried a softness that made his chest tighten. He could hear the smile in her words, the kind that wrinkled her nose and made her eyes glimmer. The same smile that, on more than one occasion, had rendered him utterly useless in conversation.
Ominis knew she liked him. He wasn’t oblivious, well not entirely. He had proof, after all. He had overheard Poppy, Imelda, Natty, and her discussing their ideal Yule Ball dates in the Great Hall one afternoon.
“I want someone poised, someone who looks put together,” she had mused, her voice thoughtful as she nibbled on a piece of fruit.
Ominis, seated behind her with his tome open, had pretended to read. In reality, he had been using his wand to subtly amplify their voices, a trick he had discovered by accident but employed more often than he cared to admit.
“You forgot to add that he has to be a Gaunt and blind, too,” Imelda had teased.
The girl had immediately elbowed her, a huff of protest leaving her lips before she glanced back; perhaps to check if Ominis had overheard. He had, of course. But he had kept his head bowed, feigning deep concentration over his book. Meanwhile, across the table, Sebastian had watched him with blatant amusement, no doubt wondering why in Merlin’s name Ominis was turning red while supposedly reading Potions notes.
Now, standing in front of her, Ominis took a steadying breath, forcing Sebastian’s words to the forefront of his mind.
Fake it till you make it.
He had faked emotions before. Confidence, too. It was a survival skill in his household. But here–now—he wasn’t sure he could fake anything. Not when her scent of mallowsweet and vanilla wrapped around him, not when her warmth radiated so closely, drawing him in like a beacon.
"Good evening," he greeted, keeping his tone even. "How was your day?" It was routine between them, an effortless exchange they shared daily.
She hummed thoughtfully. "Nothing new happened, but I suppose that's a blessing compared to having to battle an entire battalion of goblins."
There was amusement in her voice, but Ominis still winced. He remembered that day far too well; oh the chaos, the confusion, the distant sounds of battle echoing through the castle walls. He had been in the Great Hall with the other students, unable to do anything but listen. He had gripped his wand so tightly that his knuckles ached, mind racing with fear for her safety. It had been a startling realization— how much he cared for her, how much the thought of losing her had shaken him.
And now, standing here, trying to gather the courage to ask her out, that fear clawed at him again. But for an entirely different reason.
Ominis took a measured step back, clearing his throat as he steadied himself. His fingers tightened around the flowers and Honeydukes bag, hidden behind his back like a schoolboy concealing a poorly written essay. The scent of mallowsweet and vanilla drifted between them, further unraveling his composure. He could do this. He just had to fake it till he made it.
"I would like to ask you a question," he began, his voice carefully serious. "And please, feel free to be honest. Actually… I hope you will be honest."
His blind eyes found her, his posture straightening as if that alone could reinforce his resolve.
She tilted her head slightly, amusement dancing in her voice. "You can ask me anything, Ominis," she assured him gently. "And I promise, I will only tell you the truth. You have my word."
Emboldened by her reassurance, he exhaled and extended his hands toward her, finally revealing the gifts he'd been clutching. A bouquet of fresh flowers, fragrant, vibrant, delicate. And a small bag from Honeydukes, filled with chocolates and sweets he knew she liked, including a few new treats he hoped she would enjoy.
Her breath hitched, eyes widening as an involuntary gasp left her lips. "Ominis—"
But before she could speak further, he launched into his well-rehearsed speech.
"I have always admired your strength, generosity, and kindness from afar. And now…" He lifted his chin slightly, feigning unwavering confidence. "I would like to admire you up close. Will you allow me to take you to Hogsmeade on a date?"
The silence that followed nearly shattered his resolve.
His heart pounded in his chest, dreading the inevitable rejection. He braced himself for a polite letdown, his fingers already beginning to tighten around the bag in preparation to retreat.
"Ominis…" she started softly.
Here it comes.
"…Yes. I’d love that."
The breath he had been unknowingly holding escaped in a rush.
For a fleeting moment, relief flooded through him, washing away every ounce of doubt. A smile tugged at his lips, warmth creeping up his neck and burning his cheeks. But then—just as quickly, he remembered Sebastian’s words.
Fake the confidence.
Right. Confidence. He had to double down. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly as he tried to mask his overwhelming joy with what he thought was casual self-assurance.
"Of course," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "Anyone would be lucky to be courted by a Gaunt."
The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
She raised an eyebrow, lips pressing together in amusement. "Oh? Is that so?"
Realizing how arrogant that sounded, he panicked. "Especially someone like you!" he blurted out, scrambling to fix it.
Her expression shifted. "Especially someone like… me?" There was a warning in her tone, one that sent his nerves into a complete frenzy.
"No! I didn’t mean it like that!" he exclaimed, suddenly feeling like he was drowning in his own words.
She crossed her arms, clearly enjoying his distress. "Then how did you mean it?"
His brain betrayed him, throwing every logical escape out the window. "I meant that… well, it only makes sense for you to say yes… because it’s me."
There was a pause. Then, she let out a soft chuckle. "Oh, really?"
Why did I say that? Merlin, strike me down.
Ominis groaned internally, scrambling for recovery. "I just—what I meant was—you and I—" He sighed, shoulders slumping in surrender. "I’m making an absolute fool of myself, aren’t I?"
Her laughter was soft but genuine, and it made his stomach flip. "A little," she admitted, stepping closer. "But it’s alright. I know what you meant."
He swallowed, grateful she was choosing to be kind rather than completely obliterate what was left of his dignity. "You do?"
She nodded, reaching out to gently take the flowers from his hands. "I do." A smile, warm and reassuring. "And I still want to go on that date with you, even if you manage to dig yourself an even bigger hole before then."
Ominis huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. "At this rate, I might just disappear into the ground entirely."
"Well," she teased, looping her arm through his. "I suppose I'll just have to pull you out, then."
His breath caught. He was certain now, no amount of faked confidence could compare to how she made him feel.
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The end!
@princesspinkss the scream request shall eventually be posted. After I am done with my microbio exam or possibly sooner.
here are some hogwarts legacy boys stories i’ve read, loved, and reblogged. all the admiration for the writers who share their talent so generously. please be sure to read the warnings on each fic. and if you enjoy them, let the author know by a comment, reblog, or both! ♡
SEBASTIAN SALLOW
OMINIS GAUNT
GARRETH WEASLEY
MULTI
☆ siren/mermaid!reader hc I @deadghosy
sebastian and ominis
☆ characters as tropes I @mikewheeleranti
☆ the 3 boys and the hogwarts champion I @festivalsofmargot
The TriWizard Tournament was a tournament that promised glory, but also a tournament with a death toll so high, just surviving it would be the accomplishment of a lifetime. Your significant other had begged you not to put your name in the Goblet of Fire. You told him you wouldn’t, but you've done so anyway in secret. These are the reactions of Garreth, Ominis, and Sebastian when they not only realize you put your name in behind their back, but that you’ve also been chosen as the Hogwarts Champion.
☆ alcoves and animagi I @ellecdc
reader is very excited to show Sebastian something, Sebastian is enamoured and exasperated
AESOP SHARP
☆ patched up I @seriouslysnape
☆ lunch visitor I @sweetsreverie
Aesop has been stopping by your classroom during lunch lately.
☆ wounds of the past I @aesopsharpmybeloved
A week following his and his young lover's little getaway in pursuit of tenderness, Aesop Sharp finds the pain in his leg, the one that he'd been used to for more than ten years now, lessening...
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