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Summary - Request for “In the books there’s a moment where Ron tries to go up the stairs to Hermione’s room but they turn into a slide. 😂 I’d love to read a one shot written by you similar to this with Sebastian! Perhaps the reader and he are having a small argument in the common room, nothing serious, and she leaves to go to her room and he tries to follow her then ends up on the floor after the stairs turn. They forget the argument and laugh.
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Word Count - 712
Warnings - none
You sat on the couch in the common room, rubbing your eyes. You were fatigued to be arguing with Sebastian once again over Garreth being your potions partner.
"I've already told you, we didn't have a choice. You know that. I'm not any more thrilled than you are because you know how he likes to experiment and it messes everything up."
Sebastian paced in front of you looking cross and disheveled from the way he kept adjusting his tie and mussing up his hair. He focused his glare on you. He was finding it difficult to not be jealous and upset.
He spoke angrily, waving his arms around. "But I can't be there! My potions period is different than yours. And I don't trust him to keep to himself. Merlin, if he tried to slip you any amortenia..." he trailed off, deep in thought with his own fantasy of throttling the redhead.
You stood up, completely exasperated with having this conversation for the second time in one week. You loved Sebastian, but you didn't enjoy having to deal with his jealousy. You stood in front of him, catching his arms with yours and forcing them to his sides.
You looked at him earnestly. "I think he's really more harmless than you're making him out to be. If he tried anything funny I would slap him long before you could cross the room even if you were there Sebastian. Don't you trust me?"
You felt helpless as he stared at you, his dimples and forehead creased with his anger. You didn't understand why it was that his trust in you wasn't good enough. He acted as though Garreth was some ape who would jump on you at a moment's notice.
He closed his eyes and sighed deeply, trailing his hands up your arms to weave his fingers into yours. "I trust you, but that doesn't extend to him. And who knows what could render you helpless if he had some concoction."
You groaned loudly, throwing his hands down, ignoring his hurt expression. "I'm done doing this for the night. You can find me tomorrow when you come to your senses."
You left him behind to ascend the stairs to your dorm. He was hot on your heels when you began to jog up them. He reached out for you, taking a few big steps behind you to follow you up when the stairs just gave way underneath him.
You turned around when you heard a thud and the sound of air being knocked out of him. You covered your mouth, trying to hide the smile and laughter threatening to burst from your lips. Sebastian lay where the bottom few steps had previously been, but now they were a slick and curved ramp.
He lay on his stomach, face buried into the hands that had caught his fall, legs splayed out beneath him. When he looked up at you with cheeks flushed in embarrassment, that was it. You doubled over in laughter as you watched him right himself at the bottom of the staircase. The stairs quickly formed once more right in front of you both.
You went back down and placed a hand on his cheek where it had connected with the ground, tilting your head to look at him.
He avoided your eyes and mumbled, "I'm sorry. I just don't want anyone else to have you."
"They won't, Sebastian. Who else would try and climb a slide for me?" you teased him. He turned his face against your palm, groaning before placing a soft kiss on your hand.
"I'd do it again to make you smile and stop being mad at me." He circled his arms around you and pulled you close to rest his head on your shoulder.
"Something annoying about you is that it's incredibly hard to stay mad at you," you pouted, voice muffled against his neck.
He laughed softly and nibbled at your neck, fingers tickling at your sides, "It is good information to know I can't just sneak up to your room. I guess that means we'll have to find somewhere else to —"
You shoved him playfully away when your face heated up. "Okay, that's enough of that. I do need to go to bed, you know."
ngl I don’t really understand some of the mods, like why make your 15yo character look like plastic Barbie with full lip job and botox, sorry for the judgement from me but it’s weird
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/Player Character, Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/Reader, Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/Original Character(s), Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/You, Ominis Gaunt/Reader, Ominis Gaunt/Player Character, Ominis Gaunt/Original Character(s), Ominis Gaunt/You, Sebastian Sallow/Reader, Sebastian Sallow/You, Sebastian Sallow/Player Character, Sebastian Sallow/Original Character(s)
Characters: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Original Characters, Imelda Reyes (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Illicit Substances, Smoking, wizard weed, mallowsweet, OT3, ot3 endgame, ot3 platonic, 420 blaze it bb, this is purely self indulgent, Muggleborn Reader, Unnamed Reader, Gender Neutral Character, just three teenagers, doing teenager things, Comedy, Fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, flirting is their love language, omnipotent “you”, second and third person, Kind of crack fic, Slice of Life, No Beta
Series: Part 5 of Three is better than two, simple mathematics
Summary:
The three of you basked in the comfort of the room, your limbs stretched out away from you and feeling like they suddenly were twice the weight. You and Sebastian had lied down on the ground not long ago, content with looking at the clouds passing overhead through the glass aperture with enraptured attention. Ominis had joined you a moment later, not wanting to be left out even though he couldn’t see what you were oo-ing and aww-ing at, and was now running his hand through the streaks of light and heat coming from the large bay windows stretching the entirety of your space.
The three of you were completely and incandescently stoned.
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basically, Ominis, Sebastian, and MC, but what if they were absolutely blazed
End of the Line - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader
Summary: “A less sentimental part of me wants to see you swell with my child purely because you’re mine. I want everyone to know it was me who impregnated you– that it was my cock that filled you with life. I want you to beg me to breed you before you fall apart and come all over me. The urge is fucking insatiable, you have no idea.”
No alternative summary because it’s exactly what it looks like.
Word Count: 5.9k
Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit content, breeding kink
Like an Unquenchable Flame, I See You - Ominis x FemReader
It's happening.
For your listening pleasure -> This Banger Song. And This Banger Song. AND A THIRD ONE FOR GIGGLES
Summary: A letter comes for the Fifth year, bearing a long awaited first date.
Word Count: ~5,200 words of pure fluff and romance
Warnings: kissing ;)
Read more of my Ominis Fics Here!
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The winter’s pale afternoon light filters into the Astronomy Wing’s lounge through the half-mooned window and warms the chilled air. Other students chat around her as they use their free day to catch up on classwork. Her studies are strewn about on the table in front of her, but it’s a letter which captivates her attention. She holds the fine parchment in her hands, her smile failing to stay concealed as it spreads across her face. She’s read the letter several times since it first arrived this morning. Her name is written in beautiful penmanship at the top, followed by very direct instructions:
Meet me by the North Lawn near the fountain.
6 o'clock.
Don’t be late.
The most intriguing part of the note is the signature. A simple ‘O’. She traces over the singular letter with a warm smile. His request has done nothing but occupy her mind. And she still has a few more hours to wait. She curses him, knowing he did this on purpose to keep her in such dire suspense. And doing it on a day with no classes, so she can’t even corner him is beyond clever if not a bit cruel.
“Studying?” Natty’s voice pierces her lamenting and she doesn’t have time to hide the letter from Natty’s sharp eyes. “Ah, is it a note from Professor Fig? What does it say?”
She’s tempted to lie, just for a moment, but Natty would see right through whatever excuse she comes up with. She closes her eyes with a sigh and hands the note over to Natty.
“Not from Professor Fig.”
Natty raises a brow as she reads the letter. A wide smile comes over Natty as she takes a seat on the couch next to her blushing friend.
“Not from Professor Fig indeed. And I can assume the ‘O’ is for-,”
“Ominis. Yes.” Her eyes are trained above at the swirling mass of clouds and constellations.
Natty’s smile grows bigger despite biting her bottom lip to keep it contained, “I am surprised.”
“You are?” She turns her attention back on Natty.
“Yes. Surprised it has taken him so long to ask you on a date.” Natty giggles.
She rolls her eyes with an amused grin, “It might not be a date. It could be that he just needs help with something.”
Natty narrows her eyes with a shake of her head, “‘Help with something’? Not even you believe that. This is most definitely a date.”
She takes the letter back from Natty, rereading it once more with a smile.
“It certainly sounds like a date, doesn’t it?” She murmurs.
“Well, what are you going to be wearing for this possible date? Surely not your school robes.”
She frowns, “I-I haven’t thought about that. I mean, does it even matter?”
Natty huffs, “Of course it matters! He may not see the difference, but he will know.”
She hums in thought, her head nodding, “You’re right. I may have an idea then.”
“Good! Now, for your hair…”
Natty is quick to press her assistance in helping the Fifth year get ready for her rendezvous with Ominis. By the time six o’clock is near, Natty is giving her final inspection, her eyes bright with joy.
“You look beautiful, my friend.” Natty squeezes her forearms with a giggle.
“Thank you, Natty. You’ve been invaluable to me.” She slips on her coat and she starts to head out.
“You can repay me by telling me everything tomorrow at breakfast.” Natty grins, waving to her as she leaves.
“I promise.”
She’s practically skipping on her way to the North Lawn, her mind whirling with what Ominis could have in store for them.
“Well, well. Someone looks nice.” Sebastian calls out as she’s crossing Central Hall. He’s angled like he’s heading to the library, not to her surprise.
“Why, thank you, Sebastian.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrow and he stalks closer to her, “You know, Ominis was also getting all fancy, too.”
“Oh? Was he?” She feigns confusion, but her gleeful face gets the better of her.
He crosses his arms, “Yeah. He seemed pretty excited. If not nervous. Guess that means you two are going out, eh?”
She meets his eyes despite wanting to look away from his accusatory stare, “Perhaps. Is that a problem?”
He shakes his head, “Not at all.” His brows furrow and he shifts more towards her to say in a low voice, “But, it will be if you break his heart. I mean it. I’ve never seen him act like this before. So it must mean he cares about you. A lot. So, you better not hurt him.”
She’s taken aback by Sebastian’s hostility. She’s quick to place her hand on his forearm with a nod, “I won’t, Sebastian. I care for Ominis, too. And the last thing I would ever want to do; is hurt him. I hope you trust me enough to believe that.”
Sebastian’s harsh features melt away and he gives her a warm smile, “I know. And I do. Trust you, that is.” He sighs, like a weight has been taken off of him, and he pats her hand, “Well, you better go meet him. He doesn’t like waiting, ya know.”
She steps away, giving a final wave, as she rushes towards the North Exit.
The cold air greets her as she steps outside. She finds Ominis pacing by the fountain. He’s wearing a nice suit, but nothing overly formal. He’s put effort into himself and the thought makes her blush. He has something behind his back and as she nears, he’s quick to face her with his arms staying behind him.
“Good evening.” He greets her with a smile.
“Good evening to you as well.”
He approaches her and reveals what he’s hiding, “These are for you.”
It’s a bouquet of white flowers wrapped with a piece of twine at their stem. She takes them, already smelling their sweet fragrance before she brings them to her nose.
“Oh, Ominis. These are beautiful.” She whispers. “I feel terrible. I didn’t get you anything.”
He smiles, “Unnecessary. You being here is more than enough.”
He shifts between his feet then takes a sharp breath, “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
He nods, “Yes. You never cease to surprise me. ‘Tis only fair I attempt to do the same.”
“May I ask what sort of surprise?”
He smirks, “You’ll just have to be patient.” He reaches into his pocket and reveals a long piece of thick cloth. “If you wouldn’t mind turning around.”
She raises a brow with a wide smile, “Oh?” She turns around, closing her eyes as she hears him walk closer to her. He places the cloth over her eyes and ties it into place. His fingers glide along her left arm until he’s able to slip his hand into hers.
“No peeking. I’ll know if you do.” He then adds, “And before you make any smart comment, I’m well aware of the irony of our situation.”
She giggles, “You must admit, it is humorous to think about.”
He tugs her and she’s quick to follow. He walks with an easy pace and his grip on her is strong and secure.
“And how do I know you aren’t leading me to the Black Lake to leave me for the squid?”
His features soften as he grins at the reminder, “You’ll just have to trust me.”
Her heart flutters at not seeing his smile, but only hearing it.
“I suppose I will then.” She whispers.
She’s sure they’re heading towards the castle until he guides them to the left, following the path. She hears the pebbles scrap against stone as they stroll across the lawn.
“Careful. Stairs.” He warns as he moves closer to guide her. She gasps at the first step being a more intense drop than she was anticipating. She tucks in at his side and wraps her other hand around his arm. They take each step together with him keeping her steady.
“Last step.” He says.
Her foot lands on something softer than stone. Dirt, perhaps. With the crunch of snow underfoot, it’s hard to tell. He keeps walking them forward and she hears the rustle of leaves before she feels them fall on her shoulder. A fire crackles next to her then hinges whine as he opens a door.
“More stairs. Don’t worry. I got you.”
It’s strange being so dependent on someone for something as simple as stairs. An activity she’s done a hundred times now seems scary and unknown. Each step she takes down is akin to stepping off a cliff. Without Ominis holding her so firmly, she’s sure she would’ve fallen several times by now. She does rather enjoy leaning on him though. An excellent excuse to be close to him. To feel his strong grip around her hand which gives her encouraging squeezes after every few steps.
She’s aware they’re inside somewhere dank and wet, but it’s short lived. They’re back outside and he takes her down several flights of stairs on a broken, dirt and snow-covered path. She hears rushing water ahead. The birds sing their last song for the day and the bugs chitter as they welcome the frigid night. She catches hints of the flowers he gave her and his arboreous cologne as well as the cool damp air from the river.
Her heart flutters not only from him but from her lack of sight. The world feels vastly different like this. While she’s somewhat aware of where they’re going, it’s the mystery which sets her blood ablaze.
“You’re nervous.” He states more so than asks.
“A bit. It’s strange. I don’t think I’ve been here before. Even if I have, it’s all so foreign. But exciting as well.”
“Good. It’s not much further.” He squeezes her hand as he leads her across a bridge.
“May I get a hint on where you’re taking me?” She asks after they cross a second bridge. Brush and grass rub her legs and catch her clothes as they pass and the snow is more predominant here.
“Patience. We’re nearly there.” He teases.
She hears hints of water lapping to shore and she wonders if her earlier remark about the Black Lake may be true. He leads them off the path and they traverse through overgrown foliage until the ground softens beneath her boots.
They’re most certainly by the lake.
He chuckles at her stiff posture, “I promise, I’m not letting that giant squid have you for dinner.”
She giggles, “So we are by the lake then. How interesting.”
He continues to lead her along the beach, curving away from it until he stops.
“We have to step up here.” He says while taking the step himself. He helps her up and takes her a few steps forward. He leans closer to her to whisper, “We’re here.”
His hand leaves hers and she longs for his warmth as soon as he departs. He unties the blindfold and she slowly opens her eyes. She gasps at the sight before her.
Under a tree with red leaves, is an old, teal rug with a gray blanket on top. The rug has seen several seasons by how worn it looks. Surrounding the whole nook, are stacks of rocks of varying heights. There’s some sort of charm in place as the area is noticeably warmer and the snow halts at the stacks of rocks.
She looks around and the castle is in front of them, its windows starting to glow with golden light. The lake is tranquil with waves stretching along the lonely beach. A rolling fog settles over the water, and if she were here alone, she’d find the atmosphere eerie instead of so inviting. The half-moon casts its incandescent light upon them between the gaps of dark clouds looming in the sky.
“What is this place?” She wonders.
Ominis smiles, “Somewhere private. For the most part.”
He pulls out a wrapped bundle from his pocket then gestures towards the rug, “I hope you’re hungry.”
He throws the bundle and in the blink of an eye, a whole picnic spreads out on the rug; candles and all. She stares at Ominis in a bit of disbelief. His hand takes hers, as if knowing she’s in shock, and he leads her towards the picnic. They sit down next to one another. The warm glow of the candles makes the whole nook feel even more secluded as it shields them from the dark night surrounding them.
“I must say, I am certainly surprised.” She whispers.
His cheeks grow red while he passes her a plate, “I’m glad to hear it.”
She grabs one of the pieces of food and pops it in her mouth with a satisfied hum. She’s not sure how he was able to have an entire meal enchanted to be just as warm and fresh as when it was first prepared, but she’s not about to complain. They chat about whatever comes to mind. Their conversation flows all the way to dessert. She spins her spoon around her empty bowl before she shifts her gaze over to Ominis.
“So, Gaunt, do you take all the girls here?” She smirks while she places her bowl away.
“No.” He says rather sternly. “I mean, no, I haven’t taken anyone here before. Not to say that I’ve done this before. I-I haven’t done-, I haven’t been with-,” His brows furrow as he rambles.
She places her hand on his arm, “I’m sorry. I was being facetious. This is all so lovely, Ominis.”
He eases and spares her a smile, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I was told this was a nice place to…,”
She cranes her head, “To what?”
He shifts in place, his brows pinching together and his lips pursing as he sorts his thoughts.
“May I ask something of you? It’s alright if you refuse.”
“Of course. Anything.”
He angles himself to face her, “Would you allow me to touch your face? I’m aware of the oddity in the request. And you won’t upset me if you refuse. I know we’ve spent a great deal of time together, but I’m afraid I’m missing a very vital piece of you. And, I only wish to know you better. ”
She smiles at how nervous he is and how much he’s trying to hide it. She moves herself closer and grabs both of his hands. She guides his hands up then leaves them hovering just over her cheeks.
“You may.”
He takes a deep breath then presses his fingertips to her face. She closes her eyes as his cold fingers trace over her features in near reverence. He starts from her forehead and trickles down until he reaches her chin. He traces back up, spreading his fingers out to cover nearly all of her face.
Ominis chuckles to himself, “I used to do this with Sebastian and Anne during our first year.” He smiles as the memory plays out in his mind, “They made it into a game. Would make me guess who was who just by touch. Going so far as to spin me around several times to ensure I couldn’t figure it out. But, I always did.”
“How could you tell who was who?” She wonders with a smile.
Ominis goes over the bridge of her nose, “Sebastian would scrunch his nose every time. While Anne,” he moves his hands down to her lips, “she would be grinning like a mad-woman.”
“Very clever.” She smiles, making him do the same.
He travels over the contours of her face. His lips parting every so often as he memorizes every detail. His fingers brush along her hairline and tucks away any stray hairs in his path. He feels every minute detail of her. The pinch of her brows. The subtle creases around her eyes as she smiles. The raised skin of a scar from a victorious battle. All important for him to memorize. For this is who she is.
He forces himself to lower his hands away from her, lest he keep her the whole night with his probing.
“Well? Did I pass your inspection?” She smirks with an amused lift in her voice.
“With flying colors. You’re beautiful.” He admits, making her let out a soft gasp. “But, I knew that already.”
Her heart jumps into her throat at how peaceful he seems.
He turns his head back towards her, a question just on the tip of his tongue. His easy smile shifts into a frown.
“What is it?” She wonders.
“I have something else to ask you.” He whispers.
“Anything.” She says just as quietly back.
His eyes are ahead with a coldness which rivals the winter’s breeze. The candles’ light extinguish while he gathers himself and she’s left with only the occasional light from the moon.
“What do you see when you look at me?”
She opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. What words could she possibly use to describe him? None of them seem enough to explain how utterly celestial he is. And she doubts he wants to hear platitudes about his beauty. With how his body has grown rigid, she suspects there’s more to this question than meets the eye.
“What do you mean?” She wonders.
His lips purse, “I mean exactly that. What do you see when you look at me? Do you see a helpless, blind boy? A friend? A fellow student? Or someone of status? Someone from the proud Salazar Slytherin bloodline. Tell me. What do you see? I wish to know.”
She stares at him and he can feel her eyes roaming over him. He’s silent as she moves towards him. He suppresses a jolt when her fingers brush against his shoulder.
“The first thing I noticed was how you carried yourself. Proud. But, not in an arrogant way. You’re confident. Sure of yourself. I admire that about you.” She moves up his shoulder, skirting around his jaw and ear to get to his hairline.
“I noticed your hair next. Neatly done. Not quite brown, but not blonde either.” She brushes through his hair and he shivers.
She smiles as she continues, “I saw right away how brilliant you are. Your tongue, sharp and deadly. But, you also listen. Truly, listen.” She moves to cup his cheek, her other hand joining in. Her thumbs brush over where the corner of his lips are. “Your smile. While you rarely show it, I love your smile. All forms of it. The mischievous one after you say something witty. The triumphant one when you’ve discovered something, or figured a problem out. This one.” She comments in a quiet voice, making him blush further. “It’s soft. And it makes me happy when I see it.”
“I most like these dotting your face.” She touches the dark beauty marks on his pale skin. “They remind me of stars. A constellation upon your face. It’s beautiful.”
“Then I saw your eyes.” She brushes underneath his eyes. He shuts them and she grazes over his eyelids. “You may think it silly, but I find your eyes to be my favorite part about you. They’re beautiful. Like the moon hidden behind an overcast sky, they hold so much. When you smile, it makes them shine. When you’re troubled, it’s like there’s a storm. And you make me feel like you see me. You see my true self when no one else seems to.”
His eyes open and his lips part, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as her hands cup his face. He holds her wrists, letting the rawness of her emotions wash over him.
“I see you, Ominis.” She whispers. “You’re all I see.”
His breath hitches and he shuts his eyes once more to contain himself.
“That was… not the answer I was expecting.” He murmurs, his eyes slowly opening. He lowers her hands from his face and holds her hands between them.
“I asked what you see, not as a means to hear your flattery, but because I’m not… I come from a family line obsessed with Pure-blood status. For me to be interested in you, goes against everything they stand for. You would be deemed a passing infatuation in their eyes.”
“And is that what I am? A passing infatuation?”
He shakes his head and his face contorts into near pain, “No. You are many things, but not that. Never that. Not to me.” He sighs, his hands squeezing hers, “It is because I don’t want this to be just some impermanent moment between us that I’m telling you any of this. I want to be more. I want to be so much more with you, but I can’t, with good conscience, allow such a thing to happen unless you know the truth.”
“The truth?” She shifts in place at the growing distress radiating from him. She can only hold his hands tighter while he continues.
“My family values status. Above all else. They would never approve of you, nor my relationship with you. Not to mention my cecity. You may not comment on it, but it is an incumbrance. I will never be able to do the things others are able to. There are numerous caveats and drawbacks associated with me. And I’m no fool. I know you would have a much more pleasant experience with any of the other boys in our class. And I could never promise you that things would get easier, or if you would ever be truly happy with me.”
He fully faces her, his jaw set and his shoulders back, “But, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. I would spend all of my days to ensure your happiness. To give you everything I am, and ever will be. That is the only promise I can make to you. Even though you deserve more. You deserve so much more.”
His hands are tight around hers. His whole body is rigid and the slightest breeze is sure to shatter him.
She mulls over his words and how serious he is.
“Do you care about me?” She finally asks.
He’s taken aback, but he nods, “Yes. Of course. I care deeply for you.”
She smiles, “Then, that’s all I need. I don’t need anything more than just you, Ominis. You’re all I want. And I would gladly give you everything I am, as you would for me.”
His lips part and his face falls, “No. You don’t understand the gravity of the situation.”
“I understand perfectly. Just because you believe I would have an easier time of it with some of other boy, doesn’t mean that’s what I want. I want you, Ominis.” She insists.
He shakes his head, his features stern, “You cannot fathom what my family is capable of.”
“Ominis-,”
“They were willing to cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, their own son! Imagine what they would be willing to do to you, given the chance. I would never forgive myself if they hurt you because of me.” He cries, his voice breaking and his head falling to hide away his anguish from her.
Her heart breaks for him. She’s not sure what to say to mend his hurt; his pain. So, she says nothing. Instead, breaking from his tight grip and wrapping her arms around his neck.
She presses herself against him and whispers, “I am so sorry, Ominis.”
He’s surrounded by her warmth. It reverberates through him and he’s quickly engulfed by her embrace. He buries himself into her neck and his arms are tight around her waist.
“I don’t want to lose you.” He whispers, his voice wavering.
His admittance sends a wave of pain through her. She holds him closer like he would vanish if she didn’t keep a tight enough hold on him.
“I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. That’s my promise to you.”
A whimper escapes him and he pulls her further into him.
“You make it seem like it’s possible.” He murmurs.
“Isn’t it?”
“They will come for you. If only to punish me. They will use you. I-I…,”
She strokes his hair, “And whatever they may throw at us, we’ll deal with. Together. Because I’m not going to give up on you, Ominis. I won’t give up on us.”
A pitiful laugh vibrates from him, his fingers digging into her clothes, “Sebastian’s right. You do make everything feel possible. Even the impossible.” He sighs, taking in her sweet scent and her warmth, “I believe you. No matter what happens, as long as we’re together, I’ll be happy.”
She smiles, “So will I.”
They hold onto one another until a light gets her attention. Her mouth opens in awe and she parts from him, but she doesn’t stray far, keeping their hands placed on each other’s arms.
“Do you feel them?” She wonders.
He hears the buzzing around them. Floating and gliding by like specks on the breeze.
He nods, “Yes. What are they?”
“Fireflies. All around us. They’re glowing so beautifully.” She says in reverence.
She watches the fireflies drift close to them while his attention is all on her. She’s calm. A haven he finds himself always seeking.
The heat of her gaze lands on him. Warmth spreads across his body like an unquenchable flame. He can’t stop the way his heart beats faster just knowing she’s here, with him.
He turns his face more towards her. They’re close to one another. So close, she feels his breath upon her skin. His hand travels from her arm up to her face. He strokes her cheek as he whispers her name. She holds her breath, her heart frantic, as he moves closer, unable to resist her any longer. His nose brushes against hers then finally his lips finds hers.
The kiss is tender, but he feels so much. His mind floods as he intertwines himself with her. He can feel everything she is as if it were his own. It’s so beautiful what she feels, and it’s only for him.
She sighs, breaking the kiss and leaning her head against his.
“W-What was that?” She pants. “I felt like I was… like I knew exactly what you were feeling.”
He panics, stroking her cheek to soothe her, “I apologize. I-I didn’t mean to-,”
“Ominis.” She cups his cheek and he feels her calming warmth rush back to him. “I’m not upset. I’ve just never experienced anything like that before. Was it you?”
He nods, “Yes.”
She smiles, “And that’s how you feel?”
He nods again with an even quieter, “Yes.”
She captures his lips without warning. Like picking up a beloved book, her mind opens for him. She’s electric, sending currents and sparks rippling across his skin. His hand moves into her hair, tangling his fingers in her locks. His other arm wraps around her back to keep her flush against him. He feels her hand on his neck and another latching onto his shoulder as if to ground herself.
He has to part this time, his breathing labored and his heart thumping madly. She presses her palm against his chest to better feel his heart beating in time with her own. She cups his cheek and he leans into her touch.
“Are you alright?” She asks.
He lets out a shaky breath then brushes his nose against hers, his forehead pressing against hers.
“Yes. It’s amazing. I feel you so much stronger now. To feel you like this. I don’t want to ever lose it.” He admits.
“You’re a Legilimens, aren’t you?” She whispers. “I’ve read about them in Divinations.”
He frowns, almost turning his head away from her if not for her hold on him, “I am. But, I never use it on anyone. Well, not really. Not in the sense that I’m prying into your mind to find your darkest secrets. It’s only to ‘read the room’, as they say. I can’t always pick up on the nuances in speech. It helps me be more ‘intuitive’, as you put it.”
She smiles, “How amazing. You truly are amazing, Ominis.”
His heart flips in his chest and he kisses her with a near whimper.
“I must confess,” he says, “I have always been able to sense you better than anyone else. It’s like you're amplified. I can feel you from across the classroom, sometimes from across the castle if I concentrate hard enough.”
Her eyes widen, “Is that so? How fascinating. I wonder if it’s because of my… disposition with Ancient Magic?”
“Might be. Might also be that I’ve been utterly captivated by you ever since you blasted Sebastian off the platform on your first day in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”
She giggles, “That long?”
He smirks, “Are you surprised? You have half the school charmed by you. Even the Professors.”
“You would know.” She teases. “Although, I wouldn’t mind delving more into your ability sometime.”
“You don’t mind?” His head tilts and the look of shock written on his face makes her swoon.
“Not at all.
She kisses him, and a smile spreads across both of them, “But, that shall be for another time.” She leans back with an amused grin, “I assume you wish to spend the night here.”
His whole body tenses and he shakes his head, “N-No. Not unless you wish it. That wasn’t my intent. T-That’s not why we’re here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She giggles, “I thought that’s why you brought me here to Lover’s Cove was for that exact intent.”
“No, no. That’s not… You knew this was Lover’s Cove?” He pales. “How did you even hear about this place?”
“Well, Leander has been kind enough to offer to take me here. Twice. And I have heard the rumors of it being somewhere by the lake.” She laughs at Ominis’ scowl and she rises to stand. “But, I would much rather walk with you back to the castle. It’s a pleasant night for a stroll.”
He smiles and stands, offering his arm to her, “Shall we then?”
She wraps herself around his arm and they walk along the sandy beach and under the starry night sky, whispering sweet nothings as they go.
And as they arrive at the entrance to the dorm, he cups her cheek once more to capture her lips with his. The kiss is far more hungry than the ones before. It leaves her breathless and giddy as he pulls away with a smile.
"Thank you." He whispers.
"Whatever for?" She wonders, her voice hazy.
His thumb traces over the fullness of her warm cheek, "For being so stubborn. The night would’ve gone far differently if it weren’t for your tenacity. So, thank you. For not giving up.”
“Never.” She seals her promise with a kiss.
Ominis basks in the moment. Perhaps this will only be a passing infatuation. Or, what he more firmly believes, the beginning of something phenomenal. Whatever may happen, he knows, without a doubt in his mind, they’ll overcome anything which stands in their way.
Together.
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AN: fun fact, this is an actual place you can go to in the game. I found it as i was looking for a date spot, funny enough. no idea if it's called Lover's Cove, just thought the name fit pretty well with it. Here's an image of where it is below in the red square:
Also, me finding out about Legilimency AND that Salazar Slytherin was a proficient Legilimens himself, was like finding Breaking Bad level of meth on the street. I HAD TO DO IT!!
I will abuse this knowledge...
And me adding it in this chapter is like "That's a surprise tool that'll help us later :)"
Also also, the idea of fifteen year olds talking like this just makes me laugh.
You’ve heard of dark!Sebastian and dark!Ominis but have you considered dark!Poppy?
She is something between Sebastian and Ominis. Like Ominis she has been raised by despicable people that made her do terrible things until she ran away but like Sebastian, she is driven by her own morals and justice system and she is willing to do anything to keep the beasts safe. Like Ominis she is loyal to a fault, willing to look away for the people she cares about. Like Sebastian she thinks that end justifies the means.
I can see Poppy happily learning the Unforgivables to use them exclusively against poachers.
I can see Poppy following the same path as Sebastian with Solomon, with her own parents when they finally meet again.
More Mr Gaunt incoming with chapter 4 of my Hogwarts Legacy Period Drama/Pride and Prejudice inspired fanfiction! :)
Summary: When your father passed away, you had no choice to survive but to take after him as Feldcroft’s herbalist. It was a simple, if unusual life that you came to enjoy. But when the dashing Mr Sallow struck your cousin Poppy’s fancy, it unleashed a spiral of events that propelled you into the opulence of higher society, where the apparent glamour only served to hide darker secrets. That’s coincidently where you met the handsome but insufferable Mr Gaunt.
Pairings: Eventually Ominis Gaunt/Reader and Sebastian Sallow/Poppy Sweeting but with the usual misunderstandings and drama of matchmaking and love triangles
I have a few ideas for future fics, but I'm not sure which to start with
I still have one chapter left to write for It's not like any other love so that's the priority, but after that, I'd like to start on one of the following. So yeah, if anyone sees this post, give me your thoughts.
And yes I'm still shadowbanned, so I'll only be posting them on AO3 until that's resolved 😭
Which story would you prefer?
Sebastian escapes from Azkaban and finds MC to take revenge for turning him in
dark!Ominis finds out Y/N is only with him for his family name
adult!Seb too deep in the Dark Arts, rich!Ominis tries to save him by hiring Y/N
Seb messes up making a horcrux, his soul splits up and has a will of its own
Ominis kills his parents in revenge, and begins to appreciate the dark arts
Nah, I will write them all, sooner of later 😂Just don't know where to start, because I have my favourites but I'm really curious what people want, and will obey the results.
Ugh and yeah, to answer the tags, I've been shadowbanned since around 6th of March. I've opened about a ticket per week about it but they haven't answered yet. I guess it happened because the blog is new and I was posting maybe a lot, or maybe got a lot of notes, or I have no idea... but yes, it's a pain 😭
Have you considered mashing up no.2 and no. 5? I think it could work unless you have two very different stories in mind. I mean, clearly this fandom asks for Dark!Ominis, I can't imagine anyone else but you to deliver 😂
Btw, it's so strange because on my end, I can see a reblog on a post but I can't see it's from you. Like I figured out by now that if there is no name just empty note, it's from you but it's really weird, I don't know why tumblr is like this...
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