Shelter🔞
(friends ➡️ lovers) || Leander x Lenora Shore || 3.4k words
Wattpad | AO3
As a storm closes in over Hogwarts, thunder rattles the castle walls and Lenora's thoughts roar with it. Restless and plagued by the memories of her new friendship with Leander Prewett over the past year, she makes a choice that draws her straight into his bed.
The Lion's Den🔞
(acquaintances ➡️ lovers) || Leander x f!MC || 10 chapters
Wattpad | AO3
What happens when you and Leander Prewett, the brash Gryffindor with a knack for getting under everyone's skin, are the only ones left behind while the rest of your house is off on a weekend retreat?
🐍 My Ominis Gaunt Fics:
The Curse of You🔞
(enemies ➡️ lovers) || Ominis x f!MC || 32 chapters
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When Ominis and MC are forced together on a Defense Against the Dark Arts project in their seventh year, their hatred flares when they awaken a timeworn wand that begins to corrupt Ominis from within. A dark whisper takes root in his mind, feeding on his deepest resentments... and his most dangerous desires.
The Fervorous Prince🔞
(friends ➡️ enemies ➡️ lovers) || Ominis x f!MC || 29 chapters
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In your final year at Hogwarts, you and Ominis Gaunt, who have long denied your feelings, are forced to face the truth when an arranged marriage threatens to tear you apart.
🐍 My Sebastian Sallow Fics:
Velvet Whispers🔞
(friends ➡️ lovers) || Sebastian x f!MC || 28 chapters
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As Victor Rookwood resurfaces to seize the power of the Repository, MC returns to Hogwarts for her final year, only to find Sebastian growing distant and secrets festering in the shadows. With Rookwood lurking and dark forces at play, things are bound to get even more complicated.
If you haven't, cherish that solitude out of your own mind.
How's that lineart coming along?
The longer it takes, the more beautiful the finished work will be, and I can't wait to see it.
Is the poem ready?
That stanza can wait until the weekend when you have more time to yourself.
You must pace yourself.
I know we like to force deadlines on ourselves to ensure the project gets done, but at that point, you're compromising with subpar work. Especially when you know you're better than that.
Take your time, and don't make deals with the devil in your brain.
I know our passions can also be our nemeses,
But that should also make you feel so fucking alive.
Original vid
Image credits (for pics that weren't generic web results)!
Seb - @miss--soapy, sallowedhalls on TikTok, and nikkihollowec on Pinterest!
Leander - @girl-named-matty
I felt so bad that I included a preview for Chapters 1 & 2 on Wattpad and AO3, but forgot to here!
Wattpad │ AO3
My humble offering (1.8k words):
Ch 2. An Unwelcome Collaboration
The welcome feast was its usual routine: a dry, drawn-out introduction to the year, which Black never attempted to show any enthusiasm for. Only he could suck the life out of such an exciting and celebrated evening. The only good part was MC’s opportunity to catch up with her Gryffindor mates at their house table: Natty, Leander, Nellie, and Garreth.
Afterward, the five of them made their way back to the common room, chatting animatedly about their schedules for the upcoming term.
“Why on earth did I sign up for my mother’s Divination class?” Natty groaned.
MC put an arm around her. “Because you’re a wonderful daughter, Natty. You know she wants to spend more time with you.”
Leander scoffed as he snacked on a turkey leg he'd snuck out of the Great Hall. “So you decided to let her grade your papers? Come on, Nat, you’re smarter than that.”
“Ugh, I know,” Natty threw her head back with a whine.
“What about you, MC?” Garreth had already snatched MC’s schedule out of her hands before he’d finished asking the question. His eyes traced the hour-by-hour agenda before lighting up about halfway down the parchment. “Look at that, lass! We have nearly every class together this year! Including potions!”
Everyone in the group laughed, and MC rolled her eyes. “Oh, Merlin, strike me down now…”
“What, don’t tell me you’re not excited!” He handed the parchment back to her and she yanked it from his hands.
“I’m excited to see some more of Professor Sharp, I’ll say that much,” MC said slyly as she smoothed the page free of Garreth’s creases.
Natty and Nellie both audibly swooned in agreement.
“Oh, he’s so dreamy.”
“Isn’t he?!”
The boys looked at each other in confusion. “What? You girls genuinely find him attractive?” Leander scratched his head.
“Oh, Godric, yes,” Nellie answered as she set foot into the Gryffindor common room first. “He’s so coarse, yet so easy on the eyes.”
“And not to mention his hair,” Natty chimed in with a giggle.
Garreth looked almost offended. “I have nice hair! What’s so special about his hair?”
“It’ll give me something to hold onto when I mount his face,” MC joked before the girls all squealed in unison.
With an eye-roll deep enough to get lodged in their heads, the boys separated from the girls in the common room and headed up to their respective dorms.
The next morning, the atmosphere in the corridors was notably relaxed for the first day of the year. During Beasts class, MC spent the entire period catching up with Poppy and going over care techniques with her puffskein, Gerald. Herbology was a chance to let loose as she and Leander tore through the greenhouse, her Chinese Chomping Cabbage snapping at his heels in playful pursuit.
Potions, however, was a different story. She hardly glanced at the assignment. Her attention lingered on Professor Sharp’s scarred, veiny hands as he took over her cauldron, stirring with precision for her. She’d feigned ignorance of the recipe, a brew she’d made dozens of times before.
But he didn’t need to know that.
The only class left was Defence Against the Dark Arts. After lingering in Potions, bombarding Sharp with questions just to extend their time together as long as possible, MC had to sprint down the corridor to avoid being late. As she slipped through the door to Hecat’s classroom, her eyes combed the desks for a spot. But only one seat remained unoccupied: the one right beside Ominis.
Refusing to believe that to be the only blasted spot left, she took a desperate second and a third look around, praying to see an empty spot next to Sebastian, but he was already elbow-deep in conversation with Imelda at their shared desk. He probably didn’t even notice his ‘sister’ had walked in.
She began getting desperate, next looking for a place next to Everett. Or Arthur. Leander, even. Anything except the bottom of the barrel in the front row that came with a blinking wand and an equally irritating mouth.
She looked back at Ominis’ bench with a sigh, feeling as though it were mocking her.
‘Fucking hell,’ she cursed herself. ‘Perhaps if I stay quiet, he won’t realize it’s me.’
Her heeled uniform shoes clacked against the wooden flooring as she slowly made her way over to the two-seater desk. When she arrived, she clutched her books close to her chest and looked down at his foggy eyes staring blankly straight ahead. She steadied her breath as she slid into the seat beside him, carefully lowering herself to make as little noise as possible.
Ominis immediately recognized her. To him, her scent was unmistakable.
“Surely, there’s another place for you to sit, MC.”
‘Shite.’
“How did you know it was me so quickly?”
He raised a brow in disgust. “Your deafening footsteps gave you away.”
She rolled her eyes and tucked a loose strand behind her ear; the silver hairpin at her temple glinted faintly as she moved. Just then, Professor Hecat emerged from her office and descended its stairs as she spoke.
“Welcome, seventh-years. This year will be your most critical in my class, for after graduation, you will be released into the wizarding world as young adults. I will ensure that you are equipped with the best knowledge on the Dark Arts that I can offer.”
She began gradually pacing across the floor as she continued her preface. “Your project for this year will be to identify and research a cursed object. But considering this is your final year at Hogwarts, I have decided to make it a partner project to lessen the load on each of you. I hope you chose your seats wisely, because the person you are sharing your desk with is your partner for the year.”
Some students whooped and cheered while others groaned, but Ominis and MC both felt the rush of their blood running cold at the disastrous news. Struck with disbelief, neither of them could muster a sound of their own before Hecat promptly began her lecture. After half an hour of review to refresh them after the summer break, she shuffled over to her desk at the front of the room.
“The remainder of the class period will be used for you all to discuss coordinating the project with your partners. You may begin.”
It seemed like every other pairing was already off to the races with their planning. But one lone desk in the front corner stayed awkwardly silent. Ominis shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He couldn’t deny the painful silence was beyond uncomfortable, but he wasn’t about to dare initiate conversation with a wretch.
Much like her Gryffindor housemates, MC was never afraid of confrontation. But the tension between her and Ominis had festered for years now. It was so brittle that even the smallest spark might set it ablaze. She knew that if she was going to survive this lengthy project with a boy whom she’d probably kill in place of Rookwood, she would have to make the best of it. MC cleared her throat in an attempt to break the silence, but it collapsed like a dying star.
“Well…” she began as she nervously turned toward him. She could already feel the impending doom. “Any ideas?”
Ominis exhaled sharply in annoyance. “Obviously, we should check the library, research various cursed objects, and pick one. Duh.”
She put her hands up in defense. “Excuse me for wanting your input. Do you have another class after this one? I was thinking we could go now and get a head start.”
He turned to face her direction and simply sighed. “Fine, let’s go.”
Several minutes later, they’d settled into a corner of the library and surrounded themselves with books about cursed objects and related subjects. Ominis hadn’t said a word since agreeing to come to the library with her. Ever since their initial spat two years ago, he’d made giving the cold, silent treatment look like an art form.
He didn’t look at her once.
MC tried to focus. For a while, she flipped through her own book and was painfully aware of every rustle of parchment from his end of the table. It was hard enough working with someone she couldn’t stand, but working in silence with someone who resented her mere presence was something else entirely. She snuck a glance at him.
His gaze was fixed on the wall ahead as his wand hovered over the pages of his book below him, tracing the words line by line. She was thoroughly intrigued by the quiet concentration on his face as he effortlessly absorbed the knowledge that his wand translated for him. He looked perfectly calm, as if he were pretending she didn’t exist.
Perhaps he was.
She couldn’t help but lean on the table a bit and ask, “Is it difficult to read like that?”
He tilted his head back and closed his eyes in mild frustration. “Does it really matter right now?”
“Damn, sorry. I was just curious.” She looked back to her own book and fully regretted trying to understand him for even a moment.
Ominis pretentiously smacked his lips. “If your traditional reading method is so easy as a non-blind person, then perhaps you could enlighten me on whether you’ve found a suitable subject for our project. I know you’re not exactly top of the class, but at least you know how to read.”
She clutched the cover of her book and scowled. “Merlin, Ominis, what is your problem?”
He looked back straight ahead with an irritating calmness. “Oh, just that I would rather be Weasley’s little guinea pig and test every last one of his poisonous concoctions than be sitting here with you right now.” He sounded so nonchalant in his delivery.
She slammed her book shut so loudly that it echoed in the library, even earning a small jump from the stoic Slytherin boy.
“Enough, Ominis. I know you and I aren’t exactly friends, but like it or not, we have to work together on this. Can we at least attempt to be cordial?”
He didn’t respond and only kept reading.
After another hour of uncomfortable, silent reading, they still hadn’t settled on a cursed object to focus on. The ticking of the clock seemed louder with each passing minute, but neither of them spoke to break the tension. Finally, the clock chimed six for supper.
Ominis quickly stood and gathered his belongings without a word, offering MC nothing more than a quiet, blind glance in her general direction before heading toward the door. He didn’t suggest another study session, nor did he offer any indication of when they might continue their research. His abrupt departure left her staring after him, her frustration visible on her face.
