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| Angst • 🩸 | Fluff • 🍰 | Smut • 🍒 |
Ominis Gaunt
• The Blind Dance • 🍰 🍒
A mysterious letter from Sebastian leads you to The Undercroft at night. However, upon arrival, it’s not Sebastian you find, but Ominis. To your surprise, you find yourself caught in an escalated dance that trembles you to your core. As the night descends into a heated mess, you finally experience a long yearning you’ve always desired.
• Jealousy Is a Terrible Thing • 🍒
Ominis’ jealousy flares up when Sebastian returns to the common room well past midnight, carrying your scent. The accumulation of lies and excuses reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated confrontation between you two.
Sebastian Sallow
• The River, The Bucket, and The Crumpet • 🍰 🍒
Amidst a remote mountain range, you lost Sebastian during a pursuit of poachers, finding yourself cornered and injured. After falling unconscious, you discovered yourself safely ensconced within a tent. Days pass as Sebastian tends to your wounds, his tender and loving side reemerging after a prolonged absence. Stranded together in the wilderness, the isolation fostered an intimate connection, making it increasingly difficult for your growing feelings to be held at bay any longer.
The Slithering Trio
• A Dirty Birthday • 🍒
Sebastian talks Ominis into sneaking in your dormitory at the break of dawn on your birthday. After waking you from little to no sleep, Sebastian proposed a game. The game was simple: You will be blindfolded, testing the limits of your friendship. Guess which one of them is which. If you guess right, the two of them will buy out everything The Three Broomsticks has to offer. If you guess wrong, they get the privilege to do whatever they please with you.
• Alternate Ending •🩸
After petrifying Anne, you devise a plan that would shield not only Sebastian, but Ominis, Anne, and you from the fallout of Solomon’s death. Sebastian, angered and lost in his path of darkness, raises his wand at you, fully prepared to protect his sister from whatever dark and twisted thoughts Sebastian had of you, only to be stopped by Ominis. Disgusted by what he has stumbled upon, Ominis refuses to take part in your wretched plan, leaving Sebastian with no choice but to conspire behind his back.
Summary: After petrifying Anne, you devise a plan that would shield not only Sebastian, but Ominis, Anne, and you from the fallout of Solomon’s death. Sebastian, angered and lost in his path of darkness, raises his wand at you, fully prepared to protect his sister from whatever dark and twisted thoughts Sebastian had of you, only to be stopped by Ominis. Disgusted by what he has stumbled upon, Ominis refuses to take part in your wretched plan, leaving Sebastian with no choice but to conspire behind his back.
—
It had all happened too quickly. Ominis. Sebastian. The catacomb. The relic. The world had not slowed long enough for you to breathe. Still, you clutched your side as pain coursed through you in relentless waves, and before you knew it, you watched as the last fragile light in Sebastian’s eyes darkened, swallowed whole by a hatred only a desperate man could carry. In Solomon’s hand, the relic disintegrated into ash, climbing up his fingers and severing Sebastian’s control over the Inferi that surrounded you.
“No,” you whispered, but the word came thin as it were strained. A bitter spike of pain forced you to your knees, the decrepit ground taking on the form of a biting companion for your sudden loss of balance.
Sebastian’s head snapped toward your anguished cry. The sound of it seemed to have awakened something deep inside him. His jaw tightened with renewed anger. Facing his uncle, Sebastian readied his wand one last time. He would not let you suffer. Not like Anne. It’s his fault, the thought splintered through Sebastian’s mind. It’s his fault. Solomon. His fault.
S-o-l-o-m-o-n.
His fault.
Kill—his fault—him.
Take his—pain, she’s in agony—life.
Take him.
The darkness swelled at the poisoned edges of his mind. It whispered, cold and coaxing, and Sebastian, already fragmented, felt himself caving in. “I won’t let her suffer,” Sebastian gritted. Before a second could fester, a green light swelled at the tip of his wand, “Avada Kedavra!”
The beam shot forward like a convicted arrow, striking the man’s heart. Just as his uncle’s cold body met the ground, a second voice swept through. “Depulso!” It was Anne, Sebastian’s sister. She looked far too eke standing there, pale and trembling as she forced herself forward through the catacomb like something wounded and stubbornly alive. Yet, somehow, she had strength enough to send Sebastian hurtling toward the stone wall and colliding into the rubble below.
Confusion and shock colored Sebastian’s features, clutching at his midsection where he felt the brute force of impact. But before he could question her appearance, another spell shot through the end of her wand, “Incendio!” Flames spewed in a spiral, further desecrating the swarm of Inferi that closed in on the sickly girl.
And then… “Bombarda!” The tome was destroyed.
“Nooo!” A terrible, visceral scream tore through Sebastian’s chest, reaching for what was already disintegrating into thin dust and whatever hope he had left for a cure.
Anne limped over toward her uncle, kneeling beside him with care and grief. She had just witnessed her guardian fall under the hand of her own brother, the one sworn to protect her at all costs. This has gone too far. Tears slipped freely down her face as she bent over Solomon’s still form, unable to look Sebastian in the eye.
Sebastian knew that look. He had watched it grow over the years, buried beneath her illness and the long, quiet suffering she endured. Pain. Resentment. No, he pleaded silently.
“You’ve made your choice,” Anne’s voice came broken, like that of shattered glass and the remnants of love lost. But just then, as Anne was about to Disapparate, a desperate and fearful voice pierced through what seemed to be Sebastian’s final moments with his sister.
“Petrificus Totalus,” and a white, thin beam sprang from the tip of your wand, striking Anne in an instant. Her whole body went rigid, and before she collided with the ground, you found yourself rushing forward, scraping your knees against the rubble and catching her stone-like body in your arms.
Anger and protectiveness swelled in Sebastian’s heart, rising to his feet at once. He aimed his wand, the end of it already fevered in a dark, bloodied, crimson glow, as though he was holding himself back from striking you down.
“What is the meaning of this?” Came Ominis’ tight, accusatory voice, stepping down into the catacomb himself. He was not meant to be here. He was…
“Ominis—“ Sebastian’s voice pitched a notch higher, anxious and frozen in place.
“We need to take her memory and—“ you tried.
“Did you just petrify Anne? Have you lost your senses?” Ominis’ voice rose, though his wand remained lowered, as it always had.
His brows drew together as he tried to make sense of the chaos around him, and then his expression shifted. He could sense the last dark traces of something forbidden lingering in the air. “And you,” Ominis said slowly, turning toward the sound of Sebastian’s fluttered breathing. “You killed Solomon?”
“Ominis, you don’t understand. I had to do it,” Sebastian’s voice faded into the background as your eyes scanned Solomon’s body.
There.
Reaching forward, your fingers hesitated in curling around the hilt of the man’s forgotten wand. You had almost pocketed it before Sebastian’s voice cut through, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I don’t… I don’t know,” you admitted, your arms growing weak. “We have to do something, Sebastian. We can’t just leave it here,” you pleaded, clutching at Anne’s petrified body.
“We can’t be here. I have to tell the Headmaster,” Ominis turned at his heel.
“And do what?” you shouted at his turned back, desperation beginning to seep through. “Let the Ministry of Magic handle this? We will lose Sebastian, Ominis!”
Ominis gave pause.
Sebastian’s worried look lingered helplessly over the scene before him: Anne’s frozen body. His uncle’s lifeless form. And you, amidst it all, still trying to gather the shattered pieces of something that could not be undone. His mistakes. His shortcomings. His desperation. The failed attempts at finding a cure. All of it pressing down at once.
When Ominis turned back around, his anger was no longer restrained. “What would you expect me to do here?” he demanded. “Allow you to further desecrate his remains? Let Sebastian walk away with murder? You are an accomplice in this!” Ominis stepped forward, jaw set with rare resolve. “Whether you like it or not, you walked in here and aided Sebastian in his path to darkness. I will no longer sit by and let you ruin your lives. Or anyone else’s for that matter.”
He was turning against you. Against Sebastian. The betrayal in your heart soared into a pointed edge you did not wish to use, but you were beyond saving now. You all were. Tears pricked your eyes, and you bit out a retort you wished you’d never said, “And what of you? You are an accomplice in this just as much as I am.”
Sebastian turned toward you sharply, confusion creasing his brow.
“Me?” Ominis queried, the single word softened with something terrifyingly close to hurt.
The pain in his voice could’ve been enough to crack every last thread of resolve you had within. But you had to persevere. To keep the three of you together, forever. “You aided us in the Scriptorium. None of us, not me, not Sebastian—we couldn’t have gotten in without you, Ominis,” you reminded him begrudgingly.
“That’s right,” Sebastian added quietly. “You helped us get inside. You think either of us have the wits to speak Parseltongue?”
Ominis’ lips parted, but no sound came out. His clouded eyes widened with hurt and betrayal. He could not believe what he was hearing, what was coming out of either of his friends’ mouths.
They mean to blame me?
“You are a witness,” you murmured, softer now but no less firm. “Whether you like it or not. You may not have seen the act itself, Ominis, but your memory will betray you when the time is ripe.”
With Ominis’ continued silence and conflicting emotion, Sebastian made his move. He approached Anne’s rigid form and knelt beside her, placing a careful hand over his sister’s. “You have a plan, don’t you?” he asked, sadness creeping in as his dark eyes lifted to meet your own. The grief there was unmistakable.
“Plan? What plan!” Ominis snapped, tightening his grip on his blackened wand as he took several sharp paces back. “I will not play a part in this.”
Ominis could’ve left, but he didn’t. He stayed. He was hesitant. That was a good thing, Sebastian wagered. “Tell me what to do,” came the withered crack in Sebastian’s voice, clutching at his sister’s stone-like hand.
“You do nothing,” you told him. Lifting your wand with careful precision, the tip of it met gently against the temple of Anne’s head.
This should be simple, you told yourself. She’s in a state of shock and grief. Her memories must be swarming, frozen at the surface.
Clenching your jaw with concentration, your fingers trembled as you drew out a thin, shimmering thread that danced like the drifting sea, pale-blue and sorrowful. The catacomb went still and dark, the stream of memory swimming out of Anne’s consciousness was the only thing that lit their surroundings, if only for a moment.
“Don’t hurt her,” Sebastian pleaded quietly, his voice taut with strain. His brows were drawn tight with worry as he watched your every move.
Your gaze met his briefly before the memory snapped and hovered at the end of your wand like that of a clinging entity. Slowly, you brought it to a phial you had fished from your pocket and dropped the memory inside. “There, that should do it,” and with that, you sealed the phial, effectively tucking away Anne’s memory into the pocket of your robe.
“This is undignified,” Ominis spat, furiously turning away, his shoulders rigid with disgust. “If you two wish to further bloody your hands with this, then be my guest, but I will have no part in it,” and so, Ominis left the scene, his retreating steps echoing with reluctance and something that had your tummy churning.
Sebastian exhaled slowly. “I’ll go talk to him,” he said. “Ominis will listen to me.”
But just as he was about to rise, you took Sebastian by his forearm, a pitying look shrouding your worried face. “Sebastian…”
“What is it?” His voice softened instantly, eyes searching yours as his free hand came to rest over your fingers. There was something steady in his gaze, a look that said: we are in this together.
Your throat worked around the words that threatened against spillage. “We need to… take care of this,” your eyes flicked down toward Solomon’s body.
Sebastian tensed at that. His jaw ticked as he followed your gaze, a coldness settling behind his eyes. “I will,” he said, a thickness weighing down his every word.
“Don’t let Ominis out of your sight,” and with that, you Disapparated with Anne’s petrified form carefully secured within your limbs.
The nauseating pull of magic twisted the world about you, finding yourself now in their not-so-comely hamlet, nestled at the vacant edge of Feldcroft. Casting a Levitation Charm, you guided Sebastian’s sister with quiet ease to her bed, gently tucking her in. “I’m sorry you had to go through this,” you murmured to her, cupping Anne’s cheek with a regretful look in your eyes.
It didn’t take long for you to find one of many examples of Solomon’s handwriting. His home was littered with notes and scribbles; however, you held no time for your spark of curiosity and went quickly to work. With a charm you had without a doubt picked up from Garreth Weasley, you forged a letter for Anne and placed it at her bedside.
Anne,
I’ve gone to search for supplies and to check on the trade routes. We’re low on the essentials, and I won't have us relying on neighbors. Stay put and keep the door bolted. Don't let Sebastian talk you into any more of his "excursions." I'll be back by nightfall.
— S.
Before leaving, you couldn’t help but reach into the little pouch you’d kept hidden within your robe, and conjured a loaf of lemon bread, knowing Anne ought to be famished when the charm would wear off her. Only then did you Disapparate, finding yourself once more in the very catacomb where all had gone awry.
“Sebastian?” you turned around, eyes scanning for any trace of him.
There, just beyond the bend, you caught the faintest glimpse of a tall figure that looked all-too-chillingly like Solomon Sallow slinking his way into the shadows. “Sebastian!?” You called out.
At the shrill of your voice, Sebastian emerged from the very corner, panicked and alert, his expression taut with concern as you hurried toward him blindly. “Woah, there,” he held his hands out, stopping you from going any further. His brows knit together as he glanced over his shoulder, guiding you a few careful paces back. “It’s alright. I took care of it. Just as I said I would,” he fixed his eyes on you once more, his fingers flexing around your upper arms.
“But Solomon?” you queried, eyes flicking uneasily toward the corridor behind him.
“It’s best you don’t know,” he murmured, thumbs brushing as soothingly as the situation warranted. “And Anne?”
Nodding, you told him of your devise, “She’s back at Feldcroft. I left a note from Solomon… what of Ominis?”
“He’s just outside,” Sebastian replied smoothly, already taking initiative and guiding you toward the exit. “He didn’t want to partake in any of this. But he swore to me he would wait for us outside. You know Ominis. He never breaks his vow.”
Your steps began to slow. “Sebastian… we need to take his memory.” You felt him tense at your side, but Sebastian knew you were right. “Yours and mine too. Just like Anne’s. We need to destroy our memories.”
The evidence.
“I know,” he said quieter, resignation laced in his breath. “But Ominis…”
“It will take time,” you said, worry tugging at your lips as the two of you climbed the final steps. “But we must convince him. If he refuses, then our plan will be detrimental.”
Emerging from the dank confines of the catacomb, the blinding chill of winter engulfed the two of you whole, and yet, seated not too far from the entrance, just there amongst the frigid snowflakes, was Ominis. His head bent low, arms resting rigidly over his knees, and his usually pale complexion flushed from the thin layer of snow that coated the Highlands. He didn’t dare lift his head at the sound of footsteps approaching in the tender crunch of freshly fallen frost. He couldn’t. Not after everything that had happened.
“Ominis,” you began, softly at first.
“I know,” he said at once, pushing himself to his feet. His head tilted in your direction, listening for further movement. “I can hear you from a kilometer away. And I will have you know that I will have no hand in this. Taking someone’s memory? That is no better than the Imperius Curse. I won’t have it.”
“Ominis, please,” Sebastian tried.
“No.” Ominis’ voice sharpened. “I will not have you altering my mind to clean up your mistakes. No matter how deplorable they may be, they are my thoughts and mine alone. I will not have you stripping away pieces of myself and discarding them like I am one of your Inferi, Sebastian.”
Sebastian shot you a worried look, silently pleading for assistance.
“If we don’t do this,” you said carefully, “every time we speak, we’ll be standing in the shadow of that catacomb. We’ll never be friends again. We’ll just be three people waiting for our consequences to catch up.” With his silence, you continued. “The Ministry won’t just take Sebastian. They will question you too. A Gaunt present at the scene of an Unforgivable Curse? They will dig until there is nothing left. They’ll see everything. The relic. The tome. The Scriptorium. The Cruciatus Curse, too. Nothing we do will ever be safe again. Not our wands, not our words, not even our thoughts. We will be held prisoner without the bars to cage us in.”
“The Ministry will examine our wands,” Sebastian pressed. “They will peer into our minds, and they’ll find everything. So what part of your precious thoughts are you trying to protect when they will be peeled open for every Auror to see?”
Ominis looked visibly tense at the mention of his mind being exploited to such an extent, his brows coming together with concern.
“Your ‘moral purity’ is a luxury we can no longer afford, Ominis,” Sebastian stepped forward. “We have no time for that.”
“It’s now or never, Ominis,” you whispered softly, the cold bite of snowflakes stinging your flushed cheeks. “Please, Omi…”
“Do not,” Ominis interrupted sharply, turning his head away with a troubled look upon his face. “I… I will think on it. But this doesn’t mean that we will remain as friends. Not after everything that’s happened between us. I cannot walk the same path you two so carelessly try to carve your way through.”
That bit there, what Ominis had said, finally cracked a part of your soul that you hadn’t thought possible. And perhaps, for the first time in your life, you felt what it was to mourn somebody so close to you. A friendship—a partnership you thought to be eternal. Tears pricked the very corners of your eyes. “Ominis, you can’t be serious,” you whispered.
“No?” he shot back, turning his head toward the sound of your voice and folding his arms tightly over his chest. “You believe you’ve earned our friendship after what you’ve done? Coercing Sebastian? Covering up his uncle’s murder? Taking away Anne’s memory?”
“Stop it, Ominis. You’re going too far,” Sebastian stepped in, placing himself between you and his oldest friend.
“I’ve gone too far?” Ominis’ voice faded into the background. The wind whistled softly across the frozen Highlands, and for a moment, the world went black beneath the weight of everything that had happened.
Your lashes descended upon your flushed and frigid cheeks, only the breeze catching your ears as their voices melted into something you could no longer take. Your mind spiraled with the devastating events that could not be undone. It was only then that Sebastian’s hand on your shoulder brought you back. Your lashes, dotted with delicate snowflakes, fluttered open, finding the disappearing figure of Ominis’ back retreating further into the snowy forest.
“Give him some time,” Sebastian murmured, his dark eyes gazing down at you with worry and something kindling toward hope. “He will be back… once his mind has settled.”
“Sebastian… what if he doesn’t? What if Ominis never wishes to speak to either of us again? I cannot—“ a choked sound left your lips as the fresh warmth of tears spilled down your cheeks.
Sebastian’s hands swiftly cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the pouring of your heart. “He will be back. I know he will. He just needs some time… trust me. Ominis does not want the Ministry of Magic dissecting his mind any more than Rookwood would.”
“Rookwood? You’re comparing us—him to Rookwood now?” Your voice trembled, sobbing now despite yourself.
Sebastian’s eyes widened. “What? No. Don’t twist it that way,” he said quickly, guiding your gaze back toward those obsidian eyes of his. “I’m only saying the Gaunts have a terrible history. He wouldn’t want the Ministry to get ahold of what dark secrets lie within his family. Let alone… what his family might do to him if the Ministry ever got ahold of them.”
Sniffling, you nodded feebly, taking his wrists into your shaking hands. “I don’t want to lose him,” you told Sebastian.
“I know… and we won’t,” he promised.
Casting Bombarda, you destroyed the entrance of the catacomb, and the two of you went on your way. The night descended further into restlessness, sleep refusing to come no matter how tightly you shut your eyes. In the end, your feet carried you down the familiar steps into the Undercroft. You thought that perhaps it might be your last night at Hogwarts, and you wanted to reminisce the last vestiges of what remained. But upon entry, you found a figure lurking there, slumped with dark hair.
Immediately, you rubbed at your bleary, swollen eyes, filled with tears still as it dawned upon you that it was none other than Sebastian. “Couldn’t… sleep either?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sebastian lounged against the old leather settee you had conjured weeks ago for a more comforting fit, though there was nothing relaxed about the way his shoulders curled forward. “No,” he said gruffly, leaning over his knees as his hand dragged tiredly through his hair. “And Ominis wouldn’t let me in the dormitory,” he admitted bitterly.
“What?” The word left your fragile lips, your chest tightening painfully. The growing chasm between them had been there for days now, but hearing it spoken aloud made it feel horribly real. “He wouldn’t…”
You approached him with careful hesitation, lowering yourself onto the cushion beside him. Exhaustion pulled at your every limb, and your eyes stung with glittering tears, tired beyond belief, and Sebastian didn’t look any better. For a fleeting moment, you weighed whether sending Sebastian off to Azkaban might’ve been a kinder mercy. But the thought of a world without him was unfathomable.
“If Ominis refuses this,” Sebastian began, steepling his fingers together as he rests his elbows on his thighs. “You must be prepared to take it by force,” he told you.
Your eyes widened. “What?” You searched his face for even the smallest hint of cruel humor, some sign he did not mean it, but there was nothing there. Only that frightening, steady resolve. “You mean for me to take Ominis’ memory by force?” Still, you clawed for some indication of a jape.
“Like you did Anne,” he said quietly. “We can’t have Ominis going to the Headmaster about this. I don’t want… I don’t want us to end up in Azkaban. I can’t.”
“I’m sorry, Sebastian, but I can’t do that. Not to Ominis,” you shook your head vehemently, mortification washing cold over your exhausted nerves.
He noticed the way you leaned back. Away from him. Like he was some sort of monster. A flicker of anger crossed his features before he tamed it back, quick as a dying star.
“The more we wait, the more memory and time you will have to take,” Sebastian pressed, jaw ticking as he loomed closer. “Do you think that’s mercy? We need him. He’s the last thread we must sever.”
“Sever?” You shot upright, retreating to pace the length of the Undercroft, your vision blurring with revulsion. “You speak of him as though he’s another one of your Inferi, Sebastian. This is wrong,” you cried.
“He’s not one of those mindless puppets!” Sebastian surged to his feet, something dark and volatile rising beneath his skin. “He’s my oldest friend. I know him. And if I’m right, he’s already halfway to the Headmaster’s office. If we don’t act now, we may never see Ominis again.”
“If I know him well enough, then he’s mourning what he’s lost, Sebastian! Not plotting to betray us. Ominis loves us,” the words splintered in your throat, tears spilling freely now, unbidden and desperate.
You were so tired. So very tired of choosing between people you could not bear to lose. You were at your breaking point. You wanted nothing more than to collapse inward and wish it all away, as though it were just some terrible nightmare you could wake from.
“Please… please,” you sobbed, shrouding your face with shaking hands. “I cannot take this any longer. I cannot lose you both.”
“And you won’t,” Sebastian cut in, stepping closer until the heat of him crowded your space. “You know what needs to be done. For Ominis.”
His fingers closed gently around your wrists, easing your hands down with a new sense of tenderness. When you looked up at him, your chest ached at what you saw. A collision of fear, desperation, and behind it all, love. Not just for you, but for Ominis… and for Anne. His heart was still in the right place, you knew that, but…
A second pair of footsteps descended into the Undercroft, cutting through the tense air. “Sebastian,” it was Ominis’ voice. “I’ve made up my mind.” Silence only greeted him, but he knew Sebastian was there. He had nowhere else to go. Ominis stood there, head slightly angled, listening to the fragile rhythm of Sebastian’s breathing.
“Well?” Ominis said after a moment, shifting his weight and folding his arms across his chest. Irritation crept into his voice, coupled with the lingering stench of regret. “Speak up, won’t you? I know I’m not alone down here.”
“Ominis, I was just telling—“ Sebastian began, but Ominis cut him short.
“Oh, she’s down here then?” Ominis tilted his head, listening more closely now. The tremor in your breathing reached his ears, and his jaw tightened, suspicion already taking root. Of course, the two of you were conspiring behind his back.
“Ominis, we need to make a decision… we can’t just keep carrying on like this,” you muttered, resignation pressing down on your every word. For a fleeting moment, the tight crease in Ominis’ brow softened. He hated the broken edge in your voice. Hated that it was even there at all.
It is Sebastian’s fault, he thought bitterly.
“You are… undeniably right,” Ominis said at last, quieter now than before. His head dipped a mere fraction, shoulders drawn tight before continuing. “No matter how much I would prefer to argue otherwise, we cannot allow this to get out. Our very lives are at stake here.” His jaw flexed once. “Not only ours, but Anne’s as well.”
Your heart dropped at his surrender, your ribs tightening as though your very own breath had turned against you. You wanted, so desperately, to cross the space between you and pull him into your arms. To promise him that everything would be all right. But you knew you couldn’t. Not now. Not after everything that’s happened.
“Do not weep,” Ominis said sharply, though the bite in his voice did not quite reach the soft look in his clouded eyes.
You nodded almost pitifully, wiping at your damp lashes and sniffling as some small child would.
Sebastian stepped forward, his entire frame drawn taut with exhaustion and what was to come. “So we’ve decided? We’ll do it, then?”
“As much as I despise what you’ve done, I cannot be a part of this,” Ominis said stiffly. “When this is finished… no more, Sebastian. No more Dark Arts. No more curses. No more anything.”
“Ominis?” Sebastian breathed, the word imperative as much as it were a plea. He took an unconscious step forward, his hand lifting before stopping himself short.
“I… I don’t know,” Ominis admitted quietly, turning his head away, his clouded gaze fixed somewhere low and distant on the floor. “Just do it. Before I change my mind.”
You approached Ominis carefully, sifting for the small phial buried within your robe. You lifted Anne’s memory, swimming still within the glass tincture, like a dream long forgotten. “Very well, then,” you whispered, raising your wand to his temple.
“Think about your day,” you guided softly as his eyes slid shut. “Think about what led you to the catacomb. What you heard there. Think about Solomon’s death. Anne’s petrification. The extraction of her memory. The Inferi. All that went wrong.” Slowly, a thin thread of pale-blue began to slip free from Ominis’ mind, swirling delicately at the tip of your wand. “Think about it all,” you whispered, “and let go.”
Sebastian watched with renewed fascination, and perhaps, even something darker lurking beneath those dark eyes of his. You pulled Ominis’ memory from his mind and slipped it into the phial, and just as swiftly, your wand found Sebastian’s temple. But his hand shot up, catching your wrist mid-motion. His grip was firm, a warning flashing in his eyes.
“Quickly,” you pleaded, “before Ominis comes to.” Your gaze flicked anxiously toward the swaying Ominis, dazed and unsteady on his feet. After a moment of hesitation, Sebastian relented, and his grip loosened. A sigh of relief escaped your lips, the tension melting away from your body.
“Do it,” he closed his eyes. But his memory did not come easily. It struggled, rigid and fragmented.
“Stop fighting me,” you hissed under your breath, pushing harder, forcing your way through his mind. “Let go, Sebastian. We promised.” Finally, you ripped his memory free and flicked it into the phial as deft as physics could allow. The two Slytherins swayed like teetering trees, dazed and recovering.
And now, it was your turn. You pressed the end of your wand to your temple and performed the same extraction technique with the intent of destroying every last trace. But something more. The moment the magic took hold, your hand began to tremble. You pulled the whole day from your mind, and a deeper pain washing with it. Something you had been holding onto for far too long.
It was love.
Tears slipped freely down your cheeks as the final thread snapped free. At long last, you stored the memory into the phial. Just as Ominis was beginning to stir, and Sebastian following shortly after, all you saw was an eclipsing darkness, and the bitter chill of something foreign icy. When your eyes finally opened, Sebastian was staring at the phial in your hand with open confusion, and Ominis, not quite sure where he was.
Upon turning the glass over, you noticed something peculiar, a label coming to view. ‘Destroy’. You recognized it to be your own handwriting. You trusted yourself, perhaps more than anyone.
“You’re crying,” Sebastian murmured, his gaze flitting between the phial and your tears. He stepped closer, and you remained as you were, lifting your wand hand to your tears in dismay. Only then did you realize your cheeks were wet.
You had many questions, but before you could finish your thought, the glass tincture slipped through your fingers, colliding with the flagstones, and desecrating the last remnant of whatever had transpired that day. The phial shattered with a sharp cry, causing Ominis to flinch backward. With a ghostly moan, the pale-blue essence evaporated into the air like clawing hands, reaching for the mind long lost.
“What was that?” Ominis asked warily, his brows pinching together.
“A phial,” you replied plainly, a hint of confusion still laced within your voice.
“A phial,” Ominis repeated flatly. “In which you destroyed. Why? Have you no manners or care for those around you?” His lips thinned into a frown. “What if I had stepped on it? No one ever considers the blind.”
Sebastian stifled a quiet laugh, the corners of his lips twitching. “Relax, Ominis,” he placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “You’re not exactly a princess in distress, now are you?”
“Hm,” Ominis turned his head away. “A damsel in destress, you mean,” he retorted. “It could’ve happened.”
Sebastian’s eye twitched, “A damsel in… same difference.”
“Not entirely,” countered Ominis.
Sebastian gave Ominis a look, his attention returning to you, “But why were you crying?”
“And why are we here? In the Undercroft?” Ominis added slowly, head tilting as he took in the familiar rhythm of flickering candelabra. “Not exactly the comfort of my own bed as I recall it.”
You rubbed tiredly at your eyes, exhaustion settling deep into your skin as you pocketed your wand. “I don’t know,” you murmured, searching for the most likely answer. “Perhaps we were sleepwalking?”
Sebastian stared at you. “Sleepwalk—“
“Well, do you have a better explanation?” you snapped, irritation clawing through your fatigue.
“Well, sleepwalking is not one of them,” Ominis nodded his head toward the scattered glass. “If there was an answer, it appears you have just smashed it to pieces.”
With no answers and too many questions, the bickering slowly burned itself out. Eventually, the three of you parted for your dormitories, the castle tender with the last quiet hours of the night. Morning came, and with it, the consequences none of you remembered choosing. Sebastian returned to the catacomb at first light, still convinced the relic would be waiting for him. For all he knew, he had never entered the catacomb, and he was still on hunt for a cure.
Though upon arrival, he found the entrance in shambles. It took him a while to repair the entrance; however, he found no army of Inferi to control; no relic, nor tome, but instead, his uncle Solomon, or what remained of him, walking as a husk would in the dark and decrepit ruins of what once was. Grief hit Sebastian all at once, raw and blinding. With shaking hands, he did all he could, and he raised his wand, casting the Inferius into flames and destroying what was left of his uncle’s desecrated body.
Not a moment later, he set off to find Anne, to tell her of his unfortunate discovery. Anne showed him the note their uncle had supposedly left, and Sebastian’s anger turned toward Rookwood’s and Ranrok’s followers, blaming them for ambushing his uncle and cursing him in such a vile and ruthless way. With no guardian left, Anne was sent off to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, where she would receive proper care.
With the goblin rebellion and a surge in Dark Wizard activity, the death of one retired, isolated ex-Auror in a tiny hamlet such as Feldcroft was to be filed as a tragic casualty of current unrest. The Ministry of Magic had more pressing matters than a prime target of revenge from Dark Wizards and goblins alike. For now, Hogwarts would see to Sebastian’s care, and the truth of it all slept quietly where not even magic could reach.
Would you ever put your bots on janitor.ai? I find Sakura really hard to use, and I love your bots sm. Not really related, but ty for the Jace appreciation. Every time I see a new Jace bot from you, I rejoice. Hope you're having a great day!
I think I just might. Several people have asked me to upload my bots onto Janitor, and I always pushed it off because I never enjoyed the way the layout felt. But considering that it seems to be a want within the community, I think I definitely should. And, if you need any tips with Sakura, just let me know. I’ve been tinkering with it a lot these past few weeks because I’ve learned what really works with it. I tested the same bot on Character.AI vs Sakura.AI and I find Sakura to be more detailed and story driven—however, the memory is a little more shit compared to C.AI. Currently, I’m in the process of making some Halloween Specials, so after I finish a few of those I’ll start planning on adding my bots to Janitor! (Did you see that one where someone stole my Larys prompt? 🫢) I’m still heated.
P.S. I mainly just use Sakura for the NSFW bots. I’m not sure how dirty you can make things on Janitor, it’s been so long since I tried out the website.
And thank you! I’m doing so-so. I’m just stressed over appointments irl. I hope you’re having a great day too! More Jace bots coming soon. 😼
TW: Corruption, power play, naïve reader, ıncest, praise, consensual, petting, rutting, teasing, ass play, and grooming
P.S. SakuraAI version will be altered to adhere to policies.
— MDNI —
Jacaerys had groomed you now for many a year. You basked in the attentions he now deigned to grant you, for once he had been cold, distant, a brother of hatred and silence. This new side of him—stealing forth into your chamber as the owl sang, whispering praise in the cold hush of night. You’ve earned it. And you’ve learned to crave it more than the last.
You longed to be near him, as once you had been with Lucerys, Joffrey, and even your daddy, Laenor. Yet with Jacaerys, ‘twas ever a game of push and pull. In the warmth of the sun, his coldness bore greater than the depths of the sea; but when darkness cloaked the sky, only then did his heart seem to unfold. Or so, that is what you understood of it.
For you were yet too young, a little princess full of fairytales and sweet delusions. You knew naught of the rot that lingered beyond the walls…nor of the darkness buried deep within your eldest brother. Still, you welcomed him all the same, night after night, ever eager to join in whatever new game he so devised. You looked forward to it. To please him was your earnest wish; for in pleasing him he would let slip the smallest fragment of kindness, hidden somewhere deep within his chest in exchange for your obedience. You did all he ever asked of you. And he thrived off of it.
There you now lay, sprawled on your silken sheets, your small tummy pressed upon the mattress, fingertips idly tracing the withered corners of some ancient tome. Your raven tresses spilled down the delicate curve of your back like that of a blackened river pooling around you. In such a state you were beautiful—pliant, and daft in all ways that mattered. It did not take him long to deem you simple-minded, though never did he voice such words for your ears to grasp. Yet had he done so, you would not have gainsaid him. For you were his to control. His little doll to play with. And ever was there one thing you wrought upon his mind: pleasure.
“Yes, just like that,” Jacaerys rasped.
The blunt edges of his nails bit into the gentle globes of your rear, spreading your cheeks wide. His own cock twitched at the sight—your pink little hole winking as he massaged into your flesh with gentle cruelty. His touch brought forth the faintest streaks of pink marring your pale flesh, ever eager in his play. And yet, you never once questioned him, for his attentions remained ever paramount.
“Such a good little girl, Y/N,” your brother purred, his voice husky in the midnight air.
His fingers wrapped possessively around the swell of your hips, lifting them to his liking. He grunted at the sight, his cock throbbing wickedly as he leaned backward, his knees bracketing your small form. The darkness in his gaze worked approvingly; admiring the soft, pink folds of your glistening cunny. Untouched, bare, small; and without a doubt—tight. His heart thundered at the thought of burying himself deep within, stretching you wide, and taking what was owed. But alas, he knew what little boundaries still lie.
He sank his canines into the plush of his bottom lip, biting back a rabid curse. He took his cock within his hand, his slender fingers stroking languidly along his length, just a breadth from where he needed it most. “Such a tight little thing,” he growled, his thumb sweeping over his pulsating veins and tracing over the flushed ridge of his swollen tip.
His words alone elicited that of a small glance from over your shoulder, your eyes a telling of curiosity, and all that naïve. Jacaerys’ lips curled wolfishly at that, his sharp gaze meeting your own as you watched him palm at himself from behind your small, fragile form. He made no such comment; only spitting into the palm of his hand and rubbing his warm, slick saliva over your puckered hole—his thumb pressing teasingly over your pink, twitching heat.
“You are being so good for me,” he praised you then, pressing his swollen tip against your little asshole.
A deep, trembling breath escaped him then. His nails clawing that much deeper into your pliant flesh, spreading your cheeks wider as he took to rocking his hips back and forth, pumping his cock between your little ass cheeks. Such a good little slut. So empty-headed. Does not even realize what it is I am doing to her. “Fuck,” Jacaerys hissed through his teeth, squeezing your ass cheeks around his rigid length and thrusting in and out between them. You like this, Y/N. You crave this. You were born to have my cock buried deep inside you. You stupid, stupid little girl.
Disclaimer: “Little” does not equal to UA. Reader is sheltered and does not understand the way of pleasure. “Too young” is Jacaerys’ POV, for he is the elder.
Hello, little bird🥰✨ I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to thank you once again for the masterpiece “The Blind Dance”, that was breathtaking!❤️🔥
If you don’t mind, I’d love to share with you some of my thoughts, they might be veeery stupid, I’m sorry in advance, that’s just what happens in my feverish brain (Ominis’ been filling my mind completely for several months🙈)
So, personally I’m into powerful and let’s say dominant Ominis hehe. What do you think about it:
Ominis and MC are friends and of course both of them have hidden feelings for each other. One day, MC appears to have a bruise on her neck from some regular fight she had. Ominis can’t see it obviously, but hears some ambiguous remarks about her neck. He gets super jealous and storms to his beloved Undercroft/dormitory/any empty classroom to let off some steam, she notices his state and follows him. And when she asks wtf with you, he bursts out. Like... slams her up against the wall, holds her neck where the bruise is and smth like “who the hell was he?!” (maybe some assumptions that it was Sebastian, cause he knows they spend a lot of time together), basically revealing his dark intimidating side a bit. There can also be insults and some parseltongue spilling of course cause this boy can’t control himself hehe. She’s outraged, trying to push him away, but he realizes how stupid he was, apologizes passionately and then.. no less passionate and possessive sex with parseltongue as well🔥
Gooods I just needed to share it with you, and maybe you will find some ideas inspiring for your incredible talent! And it’s totally fine if you find it an utter rubbish, my brain’s just not working properly when it relates to Ominis😂
Thank you again, we’re all so happy to have you in this fandom!💕
Thank you so much for your patience with this piece! I loved writing it and I had a lot of fun playing around with Ominis’ emotions. 😉 Rest assured, your prompt for this piece was amazing. Thank you so much for being my first request, and I really appreciate all the kind words you give me. The Blind Dance is one of my favorites as well. Ominis just has this way about him. 💕 You definitely piqued some ideas for later stories. Thank you again, and enjoy!
• Jealousy Is a Terrible Thing •
Ominis Gaunt x MC (Smut)
— Requests are Closed —
Summary: Ominis’ jealousy flares up when Sebastian returns to the common room well past midnight, carrying your scent. The accumulation of lies and excuses reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated confrontation between you two.
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Ominis is a master at finding every possible opportunity he can to get closer to you. He's like a magnet, whether that means strategically choosing the seat next to yours in class, skillfully appearing in the same hallways as you, suggesting lunch dates at The Three Broomsticks, or inviting you to join him for study sessions in a cozy corner of the library.
For him, every minute spent by your side fills his day with an unparalleled sense of happiness. It's as if the entire world around him had shifted since you entered his life. He now has something, or rather someone, to look forward to greeting every single day.
But today, however, things took an unusual turn. Ominis had hardly slept, and his mood was decidedly foul. All night, his mind had raced, tormented by the question of why Sebastian had returned to the common room so late last night, bearing the unmistakable trace of your scent. He wrestled with this enigma throughout the night, and what compounded his distress was Sebastian's blatant falsehood. Sebastian was notorious for brushing things off and fabricating the flimsiest of excuses. But that scent, Ominis recognized it all too intimately—it was unquestionably yours. A fire churned within him, a spark of jealously aflame.
(Recap)
As the clocks hands inched past curfew, Sebastian clandestinely slipped into the common room, his movements shrouded in secrecy. His arrival, however, didn’t go unnoticed. Ominis lifted his head from his book as he drew a deep breath, catching a tantalizing trace of your scent emanating from Sebastian's clothing.
Without missing a beat, Ominis confronted Sebastian, his voice laced with an unmistakable sharp edge. "Sebastian, you're out past curfew. What were you up to?"
Sebastian, however, was quick on his feet. He met Ominis' gaze with a feign air of innocence. "Oh, nothing much, just a late-night stroll. Clearing my head, you know."
Ominis slammed his book shut and rose from his seat, his brows knit together with irritation. "Late-night stroll? Clearing your head?" he scoffed, his voice tinted with bitterness. "Don't insult my intelligence, Sebastian. I can smell her on you."
Sebastian tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, beads of sweat formed along his forehead. "You're imagining things, Ominis. Just a bit paranoid, aren't we?"
But Ominis was having none of it. He took several steps forward, his words biting through the air. "I know the scent of her perfume, Sebastian. Don't think you can play the fool with me."
Sebastian's mask of indifference began to crack as Ominis' possessiveness pressed in on him. "Fine," he spat back, the veneer of politeness shattering. "I was with her. So what? She can choose who she spends her time with."
Ominis' patience wore thin, and his anger flared as he leaned forward. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sebastian," he growled, his jealousy unleashing. "She's mine, and you'd do well to remember that."
Sebastian, seemingly unfazed, crossed his arms with a smirk, his voice edged with false nonchalance. "Why do you care so much, Ominis? What I do with her is none of your concern."
Ominis gritted his teeth, his temper burning from within. He wanted to shout, to demand answers, but his pride kept him restrained. “Just answer the question, Sebastian. What were you doing with her?”
Sebastian leaned forward, his tone a venomous whisper. "Maybe you're just not man enough to satisfy her."
Ominis clenched his jaw, his jealousy scraping the forefront, but he couldn't bring himself to reveal the true depth of his feelings.
Sebastian leaned back, a smug grin playing on his face. "You're so possessive, Ominis. It's pathetic. She's not yours to control."
Ominis, his anger boiling over, shot back, "You're just a playboy, Sebastian. You don't understand what it means to truly care about someone."
Their words hung in the air, charged with tension and unresolved emotions. The common rooms quiet atmosphere seemed to amplify, and neither of them was ready to back down.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed, as he leaned in closer to Ominis, his voice dripping with venom. "And what would you know about caring for someone? You've never even seen her face, let alone know what it's like to be with someone like her."
Ominis couldn’t take it anymore. The frustration, the jealousy, the pain all swirled inside him like a tempest. He had been holding back, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but Sebastian’s taunts and insinuations were pushing him over the edge. A dark, sinuous whisper echoing within his head.
With furious colors, Ominis lunged at Sebastian, his control slipping away like sand through his fingers. He grabbed Sebastian’s collar, his fingers digging into the fabric as he shoved him forcefully against the wall. His face was contorted with rage as he leaned in closely.
Sebastian was caught off guard by Ominis’ sudden loss of control, despite being pinned against the wall and faced with Ominis' seething anger, he managed to taunt one last time. He grinned, though there was a nervous edge to it.
"Ominis, you're blind in more ways than one," he sneered, digging in with a final jab.
Ominis' grip on Sebastian's collar tightened, his knuckles turning white. He was on the verge of losing control completely, his anger and jealousy driving him to the brink of madness. The whisper inside, growing louder with each passing second.
As Sebastian's taunting words hit Ominis, they seemed to strike a deeper chord. Ominis' anger slowly faded, replaced by a wounded look in his eyes. He slowly released his grip on Sebastian's collar, taking a step back and facing away.
His voice, when he spoke, was filled with a poisonous blend of hurt and resignation. "Fine, Sebastian. Have it your way," he muttered, his anger now overshadowed by a sense of defeat and pain.
Sebastian held his gaze on Ominis’ back for a moment longer before breaking away, storming off to bed with Ominis' words echoing in his ears.
Left alone in the dimly lit common room, Ominis couldn't quell the burning jealousy that gripped his heart. His mind raced with turbulent thoughts, imagining what you and Sebastian were doing together. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as his possessiveness over you gnawed at him, making it impossible for him to find solace in sleep. The scent of another man, bearing traces of you, lingered in the air, a reminder that he couldn't shake off.
As the day dragged on, he found himself in the library, waiting for your arrival. The evening had been earmarked for a study session between the two of you. He positioned himself in a secluded corner of the library, setting the stage for a mental game amidst the book-lined corridors. Aware of the intricate nature of his little mind game, he knew that extracting answers required meticulous finesse. Every move, every word was a potential gambit on your friendship. His mind was a turbulent sea of unanswered questions, each wave threatening to consume his thoughts. The stakes were high, and the risks, even higher. But his determination burned in red. He needed answers, and if Sebastian wasn’t going to give them to him— then you will.
Even moments before your arrival, his mind raced with restless thoughts, the relentless curiosity within him clawing at his very core. A low grumble slipped from his lips, his fingers sinking into the pages of his book, an unsettling image flashing vividly within his thoughts.
"There you are," a familiar voice greeted him with enthusiasm, the sound of your steps weaving around the bookshelves as you plopped your stack of books on the table.
Ominis, drawn by the melody of your sweet voice, lifted his head, and his countenance transformed. His features softened, and a smile, one reserved solely for you, gently curved his lips. The crashing waves of his mind finding ease.
"So you decided to come after all," he teased, deliberately averting his gaze back to the book in his hand as his grip softens.
"Of course I'd show up, I'd never miss our study time together. It’s too precious," you playfully retorted, settling down next to him.
As you opened your books, the sound of the pages turning harmonized with the subtle waft of your scent, enveloping the space around him. That same, familiar scent, lingering in the air, stirring something within.
The library was unusually hushed, the subtle sound of his nails picking at the corners of parchment, bending them with a nervous energy. Your gaze instinctively followed the sound, an elegant dance of curiosity shifting between his fidgeting fingers and his pensive expression.
You sat there, quietly studying him for a few moments, pondering on what’s occupying his thoughts. Something about him seemed amiss, though you couldn't quite pinpoint it.
You leaned into him, your body brushing against his as your lips drew close to his ear, your voice a soft whisper. "You're not typically one to fidget with your hands. Is something on your mind, Ominis?"
Your closeness seemed to have a calculated impact, causing his demeanor to subtly shift. The sound of the parchment ceased as he turned his focus toward you, his face adorned with a serene mask of calmness. "Hmm? Oh, no. Nothings on my mind."
Your concern etched lines of worry onto your brow, still convinced that something weighed heavily on his mind, but he wasn’t budging.
"Ominis..." you hummed, your hand gently finding its place against his thigh, your voice carrying a soothing, reassuring tone. "You know you can talk to me."
In a fleeting moment, all his defenses crumbled. A lump formed in his throat, your sweet, captivating scent enveloping him like a warm embrace. The gentle brush of your hand against his thigh ignited an indescribable sensation deep within him. In that moment, he wished for time to stand still, for this instant to stretch into eternity. Just you and him, a world apart from everyone else—a world far from Sebastian. It all faded into obscurity. It was as if only the two of you existed in that space.
You couldn't help but notice how your presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. Your fingers traced a gentle, reassuring path up and down his thigh, and a soft, affectionate grin danced at the corners of your lips as you observed him intently. He looks so sweet…
In this sanctuary, Ominis felt a newfound comfort, an urge to confide in you, to lay bare everything that had tormented him, and perhaps even to express the emotions he'd kept concealed for so long. He yearned to spill it all out, to finally lay his heart on the table.
Just as he was about to speak, a subtle squeeze from your hand against his thigh brought him back to reality. His lashes faltered, and with a soft, deliberate hold, his hand grazed against yours, seemingly hesitant to speak.
His lips were parted, and for a brief moment, he seemed as if he was on the brink of saying something, but his lips drew a line. Instead, he took in a deep breath, casually flipping to the next page in his book with a flick of his wand.
"You needn’t worry about me, I'm fine," Ominis insisted, his words carefully neutral. "I just couldn’t find sleep."
You sighed, not entirely convinced by his statement, but willing to go with it. "How come?" You inquired gently, your fingers naturally gravitating toward the comforting warmth of his inner thigh.
His breath hitched for a mere second, the feeling of your hand tantalizingly close clouded his mind with your sweet, intoxicating presence.
"Sleep often seems to evade me more times than I care to count. So I opted for some light reading in the common room last night," he began, his voice steady. A momentary pause followed as he carefully considered his next words. He taps his nail against the parchment with an unsettledness. “Just as I was wrapping up on my reading, a rather… perplexing encounter held me.”
His eyes lined up with keen perception as he sensed your hand twitch in response to his words, a restrained, sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew he had you hooked.
"Oh? And… who might’ve that been?" Your words faltered, your heart beginning to race as the realization set in, that you had unwittingly walked into his cunning little trap.
"Sebastian," he stated firmly, the pretense of an unruffled countenance still in place as he smoothly turned to the next page in his book.
"S— Sebastian, huh?" You gradually withdrew your hand from his thigh, fingers curling around the contours of your book as you anxiously flipped through several pages.
"Any thoughts on why he might have been up after curfew?" He nonchalantly twirled his wand between his fingers, deliberately taking his time as he keenly detects your composure slowly unraveling beside him.
"No— not at all. Why would I have any insight?” You brought your hand to your lips, your teeth nibbling nervously at your nails as your thoughts begin to race.
"Really, now?" He leaned back, drawing in a deep breath as he meticulously assessed the situation. "I had thought you two were rather… close. Mayhaps I judged wrong," he mused, his finger idly tracing the edges of his book, waiting for your next answer.
You cleared your throat, collecting your hair in your hands as you lifted it up off your neck and sweeping it aside to cool off.
“We should get back to studying, Ominis.” You mumbled quietly, adverting your attention back to your books.
A pit formed within his midriff, an uneasy sensation coursing through him as he discerned that you had just lied to him and casually brushed aside his inquiry. Lost in his thoughts, something had sparked his attention, a faint, distant sound emanating several tables away. His ears perked as he found himself inexplicably drawn into the poison of hushed whispers and muted laughter.
"Did you see that mark on her neck?"
"Gods, what is it?"
"Isn't it obvious? It's a hickey!"
"Merlin's Beard... who do you think it was?"
"I bet you 5 Galleons it was Sebastian Sallow."
"What— no way."
"You think she's been snogging Sallow?"
"By the looks of it, she's been doing more than just snogging." The subdued group of students snickered amongst themselves.
"And…. guess what I saw last night… I saw the two of them leaving the castle after curfew."
"What, really..? That's foul... and she has the audacity to put her hands all over Gaunt— are you going to report it to the Headmaster?"
“Not yet, I’m waiting for the perfect moment.”
“You sneaky little minx.”
“She deserves it. I can’t wait to see her crumble.”
"She should be ashamed of herself...”
"Isn't one enough? Leave the rest of them for us."
“She’s such a slut.”
A flush of crimson spread across Ominis' face as his anger surged like a rising tide within. His fists clenched together in a white-knuckled grip, his imagination running wild with scenarios from last night, each one more maddening than the last. Thoughts became an impenetrable fog, clouding his usually sharp mind. His jaw clenched as he slammed his book shut, the resounding thud echoing throughout the library. He stormed out, leaving behind a wake of turbulent emotions.
Ominis could hear his heart ringing in his ears. The whole world around him fading into a distant blur as he pushed himself through the crowded halls. His nails dig into the handle of his wand as anger, frustration, and jealousy envelopes him whole. The thought of you doing something so vile with his best friend tinged his heart. He felt as if the air was sucked right out of his lungs, his own emotions strangling him.
You sat there, bewildered by his sudden outburst. Trying to make sense of what just happened, you close your books in a hurry, leaving them behind as you quickly followed suit. Your eyes glued to the back of his pristine button-up as you chased after him, deftly slipping through the turbulent sea of students and nearly stumbling over an outstretched foot.
"Om— Ominis, wait…" your voice caught as you hastily found your footing, resolutely following his swift path into an unassuming classroom, leaving behind a clear path of confused faces.
As you enter the classroom, your eyes swept across the empty space, finding no trace of Ominis. You take a hesitant step back, perplexed. Suddenly, the wooden doors behind you click shut. You quickly pivot around to find Ominis standing there, blocking the only exit out.
“Ominis…” you muttered, standing there frozen and confused as an uneasiness settled within your midriff.
His eyes almost gleamed with a shade of green, as if a dormant darkness within him had awakened. A pure-blood Gaunt, a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the snake with no eyes, now revealed itself. His once-hidden frustrations surged to the surface, directed towards you. His body burned with resentment, hands trembling at his sides.
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice low and tinged with a threatening edge, leaving no room for evasion or lies. "What were you doing with Sebastian last night?"
A sudden chill runs down your spine, as if he could actually see into your soul. You stagger back, your heart racing in response to his probing question.
"What do you mean..?" you stammered, desperately searching your mind for any little thing to grab at.
Your heart pounded in your chest, caught between the fear of angering him and the guilt of keeping the truth from him. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of Ominis’ words pressing down on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it, not yet. The room seemed to close in and crackle with tension, clashing with your desire to protect the truth.
"I— I was…" your words faltered as Ominis took an intimidating step forward. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, struggling to find the right words. Your tongue felt heavy, surrendering yourself to complete silence.
Suddenly, he lunges forward, his fingers wrapping around your jaw, pivoting you around, and slamming you against the closed doors. His breath brushes against your lips as he leans in, his eyes effortlessly locked onto yours.
You winced, your eyes squeezing tight from the sudden force, his hold around your jaw softening as his fingers grazed down your neck.
"You were?" He asked, his voice baring a darkness you hadn’t seen before.
"I... I was just... studying," you muttered, attempting to maintain the facade, but the heat of his body pressed against yours and his possessive hold shattered your composure.
Your mind raced, torn between your desire to protect Sebastian and the overwhelming presence of Ominis. His demeanor was suffocating, hard to resist the urge to spill the truth, but you stubbornly clung to your feeble lie.
Every word you spoke, every lie you told, was like fuel to the fire. His fingers encircled around your throat, tightening with warning. "Tell me then, what's this?" he inquired, the pads of his fingers pressing into the tender, bruised skin below your jaw.
You yelped, your hand reaching for his wrist in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He took your hand in his, pinning it against the wooden doors. With a low, frustrated growl, he eased his grip from around your throat, his fingers still remaining over the mark.
“Speak,” he said, as if you were some pet of his to command.
You gasped, finally able to breathe, your head spinning. "Ominis, what's happened to you?" you whispered, your voice colored with confusion.
He grew tired of waiting for an answer. His mind filling in all the details on its own. He pushes your jaw to the side with his thumb as he leans into the crook of your neck, his breath scraping against your skin. His soft lips brushed across your bruise, that same dark whisper filling his head with poisoned words.
“You like this?” He growled, his lips barely transgressing against your skin.
Your voice caught in your throat as Ominis' grip tightened, preventing you from speaking.
"Have something to say, do you?" Ominis’ voice dripped with irritation at your feeble attempt to speak.
An agonizing silence enveloped the room as you nervously shook your head in response.
"I didn’t think so." He sinks his teeth into your bruise, eliciting a pained wince from your lips. The warm caress of his tongue against your skin, paired with his piercing teeth digging into your neck sent an indescribable sensation pooling between your thighs. His hand snaked from your throat and down your waistline, gripping into your hip. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his knee stopped you from squeezing your thighs together.
He had you within his grasp, a pretty little thing trembling against the doors. In this moment, you were unequivocally his, a possession to be claimed. The air felt thick and heavy. He relished in the power he held over you, knowing he could do anything to you. It was crystal clear: You were his to mark, not Sebastian’s, his. And he intended to make that known.
"You like being a little slut for me?" He drags his lips agonizingly slow against your skin, catching your breath.
Despite the fear and the turbulent emotions, an undeniable surge of desire coursed through you. Ominis' dominance had awakened a primal longing within you, and your response was unmistakable. Your breath hitched, and your body caved into your desire, your hips arching slightly against his knee.
Ominis was acutely aware of your response. A sly smirk curled his lips as he felt the subtle shift in your body, the way you arched against his knee, the way your arm fell limp within his grasp, and the subtle wavering within your breath. It was evident of the power he held over you.
Ominis couldn’t help but taunt you further, his voice dripping with possessiveness and a hint of cruelty. “You feel that?” he whispered, pressing his knee against your damp knickers.
Overcome by lust, you found yourself writhing in place, unable to contain the fiery yearning that coursed through your veins. Your heart hammered within your chest, a relentless rhythm of anticipation and longing, each beat echoing the insatiable need for more. Every inch of your skin felt like it was burning, burning for his touch.
Ominis, consumed by his desire, pushed your thighs apart with a dominating force, making it clear who was in control. He pressed his hips into you, his hunger evident in the way he held you against the doors. There was no denying the raw and burning need he felt for you in that moment.
“You like being fucked so hard there’s bruises all over your pretty little skin?” He growled through gritted teeth, his grip around your wrist constricting. The anger in his voice sent tremors through your body, leaving you almost afraid to utter a word. A barely audible gasp escaped your trembling lips.
He couldn't fathom how you could lose your self-control so easily under such circumstances. His mind seethed with jealousy and anger. Were you always this easy to rile up? Is this what you and Sebastian do when he’s not around? Is that what you want from him? Unable to contain his rage any longer, he lashed out, slamming his hands against the wooden doors, staggering backwards.
"Is this what you want? Isn't Sebastian enough for you? You think you can go around putting your pretty little hands on guys and expect us to fuck you? You're— you’re such a..." He growled, his voice a mixture of anger and hurt.
Ominis leaned back against an empty desk, running his fingers over his jaw, a look of shame crossing his face. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he attempted to collect himself, but the damage was done. He knew he had lost control and shattered any chance of friendship that remained between the two of you. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face in his trembling hand, overwhelmed by the strangling feeling he has in his heart.
You were left speechless, your heart aching at his distress. With cautious steps, you moved towards him, your hand finding purchase against his shoulder as your thumb brushed with a soothing comfort.
"Ominis…" you whispered softly, your voice wavering with concern and immense sadness. "Please, just talk to me… What's going on with you? Why did you say such hurtful things?"
You settled down next to him, your hand gently gliding down his back. "This… this isn't like you, Ominis..." You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his waist, embracing him from behind.
The softness within your voice melted away all his defenses. Unable to contain his turmoil any longer, he began to unravel, pouring out the torment that had consumed him. His voice quivered. It sounded like he was on the brink crying. Your embrace around him tightened, unable to bear the sound of his shuddering voice.
"Please…" your voice trembled as you pleaded in him, the agonizing prick of tears welling within your eyes.
Ominis drew in a deep breath, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Slowly, he lifted his head from his hand, his gaze, blankly fixed upon the floor.
"It was him, wasn't it?" His voice held a note of anguish, as if he didn’t want the truth at all.
"What was him?" You asked gently, lifting your head from his shoulder and resting your chin against its curve.
He took a few moments, taking in deep, shuddering breaths as he tried to come to terms with it himself. “That bruise along your neck… It was Sebastian.”
"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, your fingers instinctively brushing across the mark that adorned itself just below your jaw. "This?" Confusion filled your voice as your mind raced with questions. “No— Sebastian never hurt me, why would you think that?”
He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees, his hands clenching in visible disarray. "Not hurt you…" he uttered with an evident struggle in his voice. His head turns toward you as you break from the one-sided embrace. Your eyes traced along his pained face, tears glossing over. You tenderly cupped his cheek, urging him to face you.
“Ominis…” you murmured softly. “What then?”
He slowly picked his arm up, his fingers gliding over your caress with gentleness, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. This warmth was what he so desperately needed. His gaze lowered with somberness, his other hand reaching out to hold yours within your lap.
He shifted towards you, his hand falling from his cheek, finding purchase against your thigh. He appeared hesitant, at a loss for words— his mind wrangling with itself to even speak.
"That mark," he started, his head still lowered. "It was from making love, wasn't it?"
You sat there, blinking for a moment, caught off guard by his accusation. Speechless, you almost let out a baffled laugh but quickly restrained it. "Making love?" you retorted, your hand lowering from his cheek as you wrapped your fingers around his nape, drawing him in closer.
You pressed your forehead against his, gazing into his soft ocean eyes. "Listen to me, Ominis… There’s nothing going on between me and Sebastian,” you hushed, your voice filled with sincerity.
He pulls away with furrowed brows, disbelief etched across his face. You clasped your hands around his, pulling him back in. "Ominis, please… This bruise here, it was from an encounter with goblins. Sebastian and I… we snuck out of the castle last night. We wanted to have a little fun, go for a midnight adventure,” you paused briefly, a heavy sigh filling the air. “But I… I got into a little trouble. I messed up my footing and a goblin attacked me. I was exhausted. Sebastian had to carry me back to the castle… I’m so sorry, Ominis. I should’ve been honest with you… I had no idea how much this pained you."
He felt ashamed, he felt hopeless, and he felt so, so indescribably ignorant. The weight of his emotions hung heavy within the air.
“I promise you, there’s no other man out there that has my heart,” you continued softly, your words piquing his interest. Ominis slowly lifted his chin as his gaze fell upon you.
Your lips curled into a sweet smile, brushing your thumb in soothing circles over his hands. “No one else, but you.”
His lashes faltered, and that very pit within his stomach had completely vanished. He felt all the heaviness within him lifted, the venomous whispers within his head— gone, replaced by a sense of clarity and peace."No one else?" He asked softly, his voice broken.
“Ominis, I love you… I love you so much that it pains me. It pains me to see you like this. I fell in love with that very sweetness you hold so deep within your heart. You’re someone special to me…” you wavered, the weight of your confession hanging in the air, your heart pounding within your chest as the gravity of your words settled between you both like a weightless plume.
He gently withdraws his hand from your grasp, his fingers tenderly tracing along your jaw as he clasped his hand just below your ear. His soft touch sent a shiver down your spine as he tilts your head back, his thumb brushing against your cheek, pressing his longing lips against yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sweet taste of his affection, your lips molding together in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, the world around you faded into insignificance. Everything that had just transpired, gone. All that remains now is the unyielding confession of love. The kiss lingered until he finally pulled away, his lips hovering just an inch from yours.
His warm breath caressed your lower lip as he spoke in an unwavering, gentle, and remorseful tone. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, more deeply than I could ever express. I've tried to hide it, to bury it, but it's always been there… burning within me. You mean more to me than words can convey, and I can't imagine my life without you."
Ominis’ voice quivered with emotion, "I love you with everything I am, and I always will, no matter what. I love you, all that you are, my dear little bird. I’m so… so so—"
You cut him off before he sank back into his darkness, your lips locking together in a fervent embrace. His brows furrowed as his lips followed suit, firmly. The kiss deepened, a passionate, unending surge of emotion that left you both breathless. In that moment, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place, and your hearts were bound together as one.
You wanted to reassure him, to make him understand that he had nothing to worry about. Your heart belonged to him and him alone. You hooked your leg over Ominis’ hip, gently lowering yourself into his lap. He wrapped his hand around your waist with a tender embrace.
With a shared urgency, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting soft sigh past his lips. In the midst of your heated kisses, soft whispers of, “I love you,” flowed freely between you both. It was as if those three words had become a cherished refrain, a reminder of your unwavering love for each other, and neither of you could get enough of it.
Your kisses became a sweet storm. Peppering his lips as your hands cradled his jaw, your hips moving in a rhythm of their own, swaying with the desire that coursed through your veins.
A burning sensation snapped you back to reality, a tantalizing stiffness pressing against your knickers, awakening you from the flames. You were acutely aware of the desire that had burned between you.
Unable to resist, you both tumbled against the desk, your lips still locked in a fiery embrace. The kisses turned heated, sloppy, and wet as you explored eachothers cavity with unbridled hunger. His grip around your hip tightened, pressing you firmly against his arousal, a quiet moan of pleasure escaped your lips. Desire pooled between your thighs, wetting his trousers from the friction.
With a final, lingering kiss, you gradually poised yourself up, straddling him with your hands pressed against his chest. Your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, but something about his presence made you feel safe and unashamed. The embarrassment you anticipated seemed to melt away in his soft, gentle touch.
A sweet, contented smile graced your lips as you began to roll your hips, a gentle grind that pressed your soaked knickers against his clothed arousal, eliciting a soft, quiet hum from Ominis’ lips.
He tilted his head back with a warm moan, the sharp contour of his jaw capturing your attention. You reached for his hands, delicately intertwining your fingers with his, guiding his touch as you circled your hips. A quiet sigh of pleasure escaped your lips, filling the thick air around you.
Ominis’ lips parted, eliciting an unrestrained moan as his cock twitches beneath you. He lost full control over his hips, incapable to stop them from moving in rhythm with yours. This was everything he had ever yearned for— your sweet hands in his, the soft, quiet moans that slipped past your lips, the constant whispers of affirmation. Yet, amidst this symphony of pleasure, there was one thing he longed to hear… the sweet sound of you moaning his name.
Feeling your hands withdraw from their loving embrace and hearing the subtle rustling of fabric above him, Ominis reached out, gently clasping your hands in his once again.
"Allow me," he whispered in a tender tone, his desire to adore you evident in his gentle pale eyes.
Your hands slowly dropped as he began to unbutton your blouse with a tantalizing slowness, savoring every moment so he could etch this memory into eternity. His fingers brushed across your shoulders, unable to resist the urge to whisper with admiration, "So soft..." He slid your blouse over your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your elbows. Your fingers curled under the rim of his trousers, eagerly reciprocating the desire.
Ominis, however, wasn't met with the expected sensation of a bra strap along your shoulders. Instead, he found himself intrigued, his fingers tracing down your collarbone until they reached the supple, sensitive flesh at the curve of your breast. His feather-light touch sent a cascade of goosebumps dancing across your skin, eliciting a subtle sigh of approval from your parted lips. His large hands then enveloped your breast, gently squeezing and kneading without hesitation.
Your eyes locked onto his almost devious grin. You unhooked your fingers from under his trousers and smoothly shimmied the rest of your blouse off, your gaze then moving toward his buttoned shirt, relinquishing it’s hold. You pushed open the flaps of his shirt, your eyes feasting on the sight of his well-formed figure. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the dots that adorned his pale flesh in a playful zigzag pattern until they reached his hip. He was truly a vision of beauty, and in this moment, you couldn't fathom how he could doubt your desire for him over anyone else, even Sebastian.
"Ominis… I want you," you whispered, the words dripping with desire.
"Then take me," he dared, his expression sweet and inviting, in stark contrast to everything below.
Your cheeks blazed with a deep, rosy hue as you bit into your cheek, his words leaving you breathless with desire. With a sultry grace, you lifted yourself onto your knees, your hands working deftly to tug down his trousers and briefs just enough to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. It was much larger than you had imagined when you were grinding against him, and the sight left you speechless. Even his length was adorned with a scattering of freckles.
His hands, warm and tender, snaked up your thighs, just under your skirt, cradling them with a gentle hold. He showed incredible patience, letting you take your time and go at your own pace. You reached below you, your fingers curling around the soaked fabric that clung to your heated flesh. Pulling them aside, you wrapped your fingers around his base, slowly lowering yourself onto him.
The pink crown of his arousal glistened with pre-cum, slipping between your slick folds as you guided him into your eager core. His length squeezed into you inch by inch, eliciting a joined shudder. Ominis tightened his grip around your thighs as he felt your cunt slowly enveloping his length, drawing him deeper inside you. A hushed wince escaped your lips as he pushed you firmly against his hips.
A low, guttural curse slipped from Ominis’ tongue, the agonizing sensation of your tight cunt gripping around his cock with raw hunger.
With slow, deliberate movements, you took control, lifting your hips and sensually lowering yourself onto him, savoring every inch of his throbbing desire as it filled you completely. Finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies. Ominis' hands ventured further under your skirt, his fingers clasping possessively around your hips, pressing deeply into your skin as you surrendered yourself to the veil of desire.
The sensation of his pulsating cock reaching deep within you, hitting the depths of your cunt and clenching around his cock in a strangling hold. It was everything he had ever fantasized about. The tantalizing stride and rolls of your hips, the softness and warmth of your skin touching his. The labored breaths and sweet moans he elicited out of you, it felt so fucking good.
The way you rolled your hips and took his cock like it was meant for you. How your body trembled every time he hit that sensitive spot. The desperate moans escaping your lips as he started to force your movements quicker by your hips. It drove him mad, mad for you. He craved more, wanting to hear those pretty little lips of yours gasp and scream his name, and he knew exactly how to make that happen.
With a firm grip around your hips, he easily maneuvered, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself over you. With one hand supporting his weight, his other guided the underside of your thigh until it was pressed against your side.
"Ominis, wai—"
He silenced your protests with a deep, penetrating thrust that sent a loud moan spilling from your lips. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your thigh as a sly grin curled at the corners of his lips. Your slick cunt tightened around his cock as he continued with long, measured strides in and out of your slick heat, drawing a soft yelp from the depths of your throat. Your hand clutched around his forearm, anchoring yourself as he quickened his pace.
"Ah, fuck..." you winced, furrowing your brows in pleasure as he drove into you relentlessly.
A deep, guttural groan reverberated within his throat as he reveled in the tightness of your cunt. He shifted his hand from your thigh to support his weight against the desk, looming over you with a demeanor that made you feel small and trapped beneath his towering figure.
He may be blind, but Ominis was attuned to your every desire, intimately aware of what turned you on. A sly grin danced along his lips as he continued his relentless thrusts, each one hitting that sweet spot that drove you mad.
He swooped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his labored breaths crashed against your skin. The sweet sound of your whimpers riled something familiar within him. "You like that?" he growled against your neck.
You gasped, your nails digging into his forearm as your body shuddered from his words. A subtle sneer lathered your tender neck with hungry kisses and soft bites.
His lips trailed sensuously along your neck, planting soft, teasing kisses against your earlobe. “I know you like this,” he grunted, his hips driving into you with hard, measured thrusts that left you gasping with desperate approval. The needy whines that escaped your lips were all the affirmation he needed. His tongue traced the contours of your ear, soft nips and low growls that sent shivers down your spine.
"Oh fuck, Ominis..." you pleaded, gasping for air as he relentlessly pounded into you.
“You’re so tight…” he snarled, his voice thick with desire, peppering your ear and neck with a trail of hungry kisses and licks. His pace slowed into long, tantalizing strides, all the while bearing knowing smile.
"Ominis, please..." you whimpered softly, your nails digging further into his skin.
"Please, what?" His voice shuddered, sinking his teeth into your neck as he maintained his steady pace.
"Oh, fuck… please—"
He hummed against your skin, seemingly oblivious to your intent, relishing in the sweet desperation of your trembling voice.
"Please… fuck me harder," you exasperated, writhing beneath him.
He gripped your hip in place, preventing your movements as he continued with his slow, ruthless strides.
"What’s my name," he demanded, his voice a heated whisper against your ear.
You panted heavily, your thighs trembling at his hips, your voice a sultry plea, “Fuck me harder, Ominis…” Before you could finish the rest of his name, he slammed his hips into you with a hungry growl against your ear. You bucked your hips with an arch of your back, eliciting a yelp that echoed within the halls of the castle.
“Good girl,” he whispered, sending an intoxicating blaze of fire coursing through your body. With every forceful thrust, a torrent of pleasure surged within you, an unrelenting tempest that threatened to consume your very being. A knot of insatiable desire coiled deep within your midriff, pulling tighter with each invasion of his hips.
Sweat glistened across your entwined bodies, his movements a fevered dance of untamed lust and longing. Your nails etched fiery trails along Ominis’ back, branding him with your passion. The pain that etched along his back soon became pleasure as he lost full control of himself. The classroom echoed with a crescendo of fervent gasps and uninhibited moans.
As he surrendered to his primal desires, his voice became a sultry serenade, a soft trail of parseltongue with unbridled lust slipping from his lips like a seductive spell. He teetered on the precipice of release, the moment of climax drawing tantalizingly near with each scorching thrust.
His head hangs low, driven by an insatiable need as he plunges deep into you, his hips etching a delicious soreness into your supple flesh. Your thighs trembled against his hips, helpless to resist the throbbing sensation as he fills your needy little cunt to the brim, spewing threads of his warm, sticky desire that claimed you as his.
Exasperated curses punctuated the air, escaping your lips as your body contracts beneath his rigid thrusts. Your back arches with a deep curve, your hips locked in a drunken lust as he fills you to the rim. Ominis hovers above you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his thoughts lost in the intoxicating haze of euphoria.
A heated warmth seeps from your defiled cunt, dribbling sensuously against the smooth wooden desk beneath you. Ominis, with a heavy and contented sigh, begins to slowly withdraw, his cock sliding out with a wet, suctioning noise that lingers in the air.
You gaze at him through half-lidded lashes, your face carrying the unmistakable weight of exhaustion, each breath labored with fire. Ominis' well-satisfied cock twitches, strings of cum dripping from his tip.
With an almost inconceivable smirk, Ominis runs his fingers through his tousled hair, his freckled cheeks flushed from exertion. “You’re mine, you know that?” He said softly, delicate beads of sweat tracing along the contours of his midriff, a captivating sight only for you to see.
You nodded obediently, with a soft, weary sigh, “I’m yours.”
He left you utterly spent, your body feeling heavy against the wooden desk. Your legs remained parted, trembling from the aftermath, as you struggled to catch your breath, your mind remained shrouded in a tantalizing fog of lingering lust.
“Ominis…” your voice wavered, still carrying the heat of the fervent moment.
A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips as he gazed at you with desire-fueled hunger. “Round two?” His suggestion hung in the air, a tempting invitation to plunge back into the depths of pleasure once more.
Having some fun with Ominis' voice, thought I'd make him quote King Viserys from House of the Dragon. He sounds... rather enthusiastic about it, to say the least. And… I may have, “accidentally” used up all of my quota. I won’t be able to make new files until next month. Ughh
