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she/ her ✶ writer of many wips ✶ infp-t ✶ ravenpuff ✶ bird lover ✶ pschology, art, literature and philosophy lover ✶ hopeless romantic ✶ LOTR ✶ Narnia ✶ HP & HL ✶ plus many more
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Call me Raven, though sometimes I will go by Jo.
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a world without you -for the a witch with a stylus.
Happy birthday @light-of-the-room
Word count: 2664
Lucy was just minding her business, doodling in her notebook a sketch of Hanno and Ominis smooching, HL paused in the background when she heard someone clear their throat. A very familiar sounding someone. Very posh, very British, very-
“Excuse me Miss,” Lucy spun around, “would you happen to know where I am?”
And came face to face with Ominis Gaunt.
The silence that followed was deafening as Lucy gaped at him like a fish out of water. Ominis freaking Gaunt was literally standing in the middle of her room.
In Hungary, of all places.
How in the hecking hecks did he get here?
Ominis frowned. “I said, do you know where I am? Or are you somehow deaf? Imagine my luck, traveling to some strange place and being stuck with a girl that cannot even-”
“How do you know I am a girl?” Lucy blurted dumbly. What kind of question was that? She of all people with her extensive knowledge of Ominis should know that he was a very keen sort.
Yet in her shock she just happened to say the first ridiculous thing that came to mind.
Ominis scoffed. “Is it not apparent? I do not want to sound pretentious or like I am delegating qualities to you, but the fact alone of your higher pitched voice, your smell, and how this room feels, does not feel very…” he paused for a moment as he thought this through. “It does not give the impression that it belongs to someone of the male gender.”
Lucy would have pushed anyone else ,but Ominis? Well, he knew what he was talking about and besides, how else could he explain it? Also he was from the 1800s for goodness sake, and roles were more strict back then. What would he think of the 20th century?
She laughed nervously, “Well you would happen to be correct. I am a girl! And you Ominis happen to be in my room, in Hungary, about uhhhh more than a century in the future.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, before he fixed his expression back to one of strict neutrality.
“A century, you say? How in Merlin’s name did that happen?”
Lucy shrugged. “Don’t ask me! I am just as confused as you are. Do you remember any of what happened before you arrived here?”
Ominis began to pace before bumping into her bed, and she just gently patted on it encouraging him to sit, which he did, very stiffly as his hands wrung his wand.
“I was talking with Sebastian and Hanno. We were about to have tea, and Hanno’s niffler had crawled into my lap. She made some joke about the niffler wanting to steal me away from her like shiny treasure, and that she was sure the nifflers weren’t the only ones who wanted to steal me away from her.” He closed his eyes, brow furrowing. “And then I was here, in your room.”
“Curious and curiouser.” she hummed, now perched on the bed next to him.
“Umm…what are you doing?” Ominis asked, shifting away awkwardly as her hands reached out to touch his face. “That is highly inappropriate. It already is scandalous enough being in your sleeping quarters.” His ears burned bright pink, as he stood, straightening his tie nervously.
“I’m so sorry!” Lucy stammered. “It’s just…you’re so pretty!” She scrambled to her feet, all the original nervousness gone. She continued to stare at him, and how the light made his eyes sparkle like the star sapphires all the Ominis Gaunt fans happened to compare them too.
“I am not…pretty.” Ominis protested, ears turning red as the flush continued to move across his face. “I have been told that my looks are significantly appealing, however I only accept being called…that word by my girlfriend alone. Who I would very much like to return to, thank you.”
“Uhh right. That might prove to be a lot harder than you think.” Lucy said, biting her lip as she thought hard on how to get a wizard of all things back to the 18th century and explain to her parents why she had a boy in her room that they had never met before. He’d need a new name-
“What do you mean? Are you not capable of using whatever summoning spell called me here to send me back? I am assuming correctly that it was you who brought me here, am I not?”
A heavy sigh left her lips, and she turned back to him, chewing on the end of her stylus.
“The only kind of magic wand I have is this drawing utensil. I’m…what you would call a muggle. If I did cast some kind of spell it was not intentional I promise. I guess I was just thinking about you, and how it would be nice if you were real and here and-”
“Real?” Ominis said sharply. “I am very real.”
Lucy laughed nervously. “I have bad news for you then. Technically you are a game character. Unless the game is somehow built around actual events and there's some kind of multiverse and the Harry Potter books are real, which would be absolutely insane!!”
Ominis frowned, confused. “What are you blabbering on about? A game? Like…chess? And who is Harry Potter?”
“Lets just start with getting you some different clothes okay? And hiding you from my parents.”
Lucy was in for a long few days that was sure. Even though this was the best birthday gift ever.
~~~
It had been a week, and Ominis was not very happy with having to hide in the closet every time her parents made an appearance. He had tried to convince her to let him meet them, but she just started rambling and he would have to calm her down. Oddly she reminded him a lot of Hanno, which only made his heart ache more for home, and the safety of her arms.
However, it wasn’t entirely terrible. The food she snuck to him was delicious and he feared he would soon be addicted to the sweet, sticky, nutty dough she called a “Chimney Cake.” He found himself thinking of how if Hanno was here, she would burn her tongue in her rush to try it.
In the mornings he would be awoken by a screaming sound she called a phone alarm and then stuffed in the closet until he was certain the house was empty enough to venture out. Then slip into the washroom, where he would freshen up. She had kindly explained how the shower worked as it was much different than he remembered, and insisted he use this minty paste to clean his teeth with a tiny brush. This new century was definitely a lot better with hygiene. But it smelled a lot more of chemicals and strong scents which stung his nose. Still, it was acceptable.
Then he would slip into the kitchen, and feel around for anything that was left behind. Because of his perfectionism nothing was out of place enough that any one noticed. His wand worked enough to show him around as well. Which had left the girl dumbfounded and rambling all of the first night about multiverses and how she had to tell all her “online” friends about it.
Strange girl.
He smiled to himself at the thought, reaching down to stroke the cat that curled around his legs purring. Maszat, he had been informed. Named for the little smudge said to be on her nose. Out of this whole experience he deemed he liked the cat and chimney cake the most. They were the most simple to understand, and the least stressful. If he focused hard enough he could filter out the whirring of all the odd machines, the loud noises outside that made him jump every time a siren went by, or someone honked their horn. Just focus on the soft ball of fur sitting in his lap.
“Why is everything so loud, hmm sweet kitty?” He found himself asking her as if she could answer. “I am sure it is hard on your ears too,” he cooed, rubbing circles between them gently.
Did they ever rest? Take a moment to enjoy the silence?
He had asked Lucy that one night as she lay on her stomach, distracted by what she called a phone, an odd rectangular box that sound came out of and she used to communicate with.
“Are people really happy with so much distraction? What about the things that really matter?”
Things like the family and friends around you. The fresh air, a good book, the peace of silence.
“I…I don’t know. I guess we've grown used to the chaos. But I admit, always needing more, it is pretty stressful. I love my online friends but it is really hard to keep up with them sometimes.
“Don’t try to do too much at once Lu, they’ll still be there.” And she let him take her phone and they talked long into the night instead, and when she fell asleep on his lap, he let her stay there.
~~~
Lucy tried to make Ominis’s days better. She taught him about her country's history, communism, the wars, and when he managed to sneak her out at night she took him to some of Hungary’s most popular sites. She taught him about screen readers, and audio books. He really liked listening to the audio books about history, but refused to learn anything about his homeland, not wanting to know if he was ever going back. He said “It will come when it comes.”
But he still seemed very sad. It was in his eyes, even behind the small laughs and smirks he would occasionally offer her at a ridiculous joke, or the “nonsense” that was modern slang. He didn’t entirely fit in her fathers clothes either, and had insisted on sleeping on her floor.
Despite it being a nest of blankets, and her awkward tailoring, it would never be his real home.
It hurt, of course it did. For she wanted him to be happy with her. He made her feel the most alive than she had felt in her short life. He challenged her beliefs on consumerism, on truly living. Nights had become her favorites because they would walk under the stars, visit small cafes, little bookstores, and she would explain to him how everything looked and realize how much she herself had truly been missing or taking for granted. Like the taste of Chimney Cake.
Ominis needed to go home. And it was up to her.
No more late night secret cry sessions to Scott Street listening to him sniffle in the dark.
Not on her watch.
She was done being selfish. Hanno would not be pleased, and she wanted more than anything to make the good parts of her proud, the parts that valued selfless love. Besides, she was sure her girl was missing her boyfriend and Sebastian was spiraling. Couldn’t have that happen
To the drawing board it was, aka tablet.
Plus ask all the Discord people that were actually going a bit insane because she had the real Ominis Gaunt living in her bedroom. Yeah, perhaps some needed help, particularly Raven who was in literal tears because of the delicious angst this was. But they did have some good ideas.
Raven / 10 pm: Perhaps you could draw or write him back? Kind of like how you inadvertently wished him here, but write or draw it as Hanno doing some kind of art of him while thinking of him coming back. It would be really sweet, and a tearful fluffy reunion.
~~~
“Okay one last ingredient and then…” Hanno choked on her words. She’d tried everything the last two weeks to bring him back to her while trying to keep Sebastian from messing with dark magic to find some answer to his best friend’s sudden disappearance. Ominis was the steady to the both of them and without him around things had been spiraling a lot faster than she thought.
“Come on Cavendish, you have to eat something.” Sebastian sighed, taking her hand and pressing an apple into it. Not like he was much better with the dark circles under his eyes and how much he stunk. Seriously, did boys not shower when they missed someone? Ewww!
“I can’t eat when Ominis is Merlin knows where. I’d follow him to death, and I know he’s not dead, so I am going to find him no matter what. I just…” tears leaked down her face.
I can’t lose anyone else.
“I know but would Ominis approve of you not eating just because of him?”
“....No..”
“Then eat the bloody apple.”
She stuck her tongue out at him but begrudgingly took a bite of the apple anyways.
Gosh, it was good.
Just as Hanno turned back to face the potions table a flash of light from inside the vivarium made her shield her eyes. It was still glowing brightly, and after exchanging a look with Seb, they moved closer. There was something or someone emerging from the light.
Someone very tall, very sharp, very…
“OMINIS!!”
Without a second thought she charged into the light into his arms, making him laugh with joy, before spinning her around. When they stopped he swooped down and stole her lips in the sweetest most passionate kiss, before pulling away and resting their foreheads together.
“I missed you Hana.” He whispers, hands busying themselves with making sure she was real.
“I missed you too Omi. Where were you?”
“Away from you, where I never want to be again. A loud, smelly,-”
“Like Sebastian?”
“Hey! I am not smelly!” Sebastian protested somewhere behind them.
Ominis threw back his head in a loud sharp laugh. “Exactly like Sebastian. He’d probably like it.”
His hand went up to cup her cheek, bringing their faces together again.
“A world without you is no world Hanaliese. But there is one with a sweet girl named Lucy, who oddly reminds me a lot of you. We owe her our thanks to be back together.”
He turned to face the portal of light again, where Hanno could make out the shape of a girl shyly waving. Ominis smiled fondly as the light suddenly disappeared, taking the girl away.
“She may be no witch, but she is…what they would call a wizard with a pen.”
Sebastian came up behind them and clapped him across the back, making Ominis flinch.
“The only wizard I’m interested in right now is the one who owes me for keeping his girlfriend alive.
Ominis took a whiff of the air and grimaced. “The only thing you should be interested in Sebastian is a shower, and a long one at that. Did you fall in a swamp or something?”
All was well in the world of Hogwarts Legacy Lucy’s characters called home, banter and love.
~~~
Back at home, once the barrier that had allowed her to peer into the real world of her imagination, Lucy scooped up Maszat and curled up on her bed and had a good long cry.
It wasn’t all bad tears though. Because before he left Ominis had promised to never to forget her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She may have also snagged his scarf too that she was never washing, for it smelled like mossy dungeons, mint, and bergamot. Like him.
All good stories must come to an end, but stories remind us of what we value in life.
Birthdays with those we love. Friends and family that support us even though they don’t always know what is wrong. Delicious food, fresh air and good long naps. Things chaos tries to steal.
Stories remind us of people we look up to, especially our favorite characters. Ones with morals, loyalty, kindness, patience, intelligence, and fighting off the darkness we all have inside.
Ominis may just be a story, but he is part of hers.
An artist, a light, a loyal friend.
Lucy.
cue "ceilings"
Hope you like it!! And that it doesn't make you cry too much. I had so much fun with this idea and thought it would a good birthday gift.
I love you! Keep shining, keep dreaming, keep creating!
see, THIS is why i love your writing and your brain, girl thank you so much for being born wtf
this is so ACCURATE, Hanno and Ominis and Sebastian are SO in-character and EVEN I AM WTF I LOVE YOU RAVEN
thank you so freaking much for this, it made me smile, it made me cackle - which made my friends go wtf a little - and it made me SOBBBB. but most of all it made me think. and I love it when something makes me think. I could never have asked for a better friend than you my love, and a better gift than your amazing writing. THANK YOU I LOVE YOU NOW I'LL GO AND CRY IN A CORNER
OMG Lucy!!! I am so glad that you love it!! You're making me blush! I honestly understand sobbing, I got a bit emotional too.
Haha, I'm glad I was born too, because I got to meet you!
I am so glad that i got them accurate, i was a bit nervous as first, like always writing other characters but i did some research first lol. AND GOSH, I got you right too?! I was hoping so. I do love our convos, no matter how brief and i really hope we can have them more often.
We love fics that put you through a lot of emotions, we as in me. And I am glad it made you think. Ominis got me thinking as well as I wrote it. He really does that to me lol. I love thought invoking things lmao.
AND STOPPPPP! this is your birthday, the attention goes to you miss ma'am, but I am really touched that you consider me a good friend. I feel the same way!!
I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND PLEASE DON'T CRY TOO MUCH OR I WILL HAVE TO COME SMOTHER YOU IN HUGS AND CHOCOLATE!
a world without you -for the a witch with a stylus.
Happy birthday @light-of-the-room
Word count: 2664
Lucy was just minding her business, doodling in her notebook a sketch of Hanno and Ominis smooching, HL paused in the background when she heard someone clear their throat. A very familiar sounding someone. Very posh, very British, very-
“Excuse me Miss,” Lucy spun around, “would you happen to know where I am?”
And came face to face with Ominis Gaunt.
The silence that followed was deafening as Lucy gaped at him like a fish out of water. Ominis freaking Gaunt was literally standing in the middle of her room.
In Hungary, of all places.
How in the hecking hecks did he get here?
Ominis frowned. “I said, do you know where I am? Or are you somehow deaf? Imagine my luck, traveling to some strange place and being stuck with a girl that cannot even-”
“How do you know I am a girl?” Lucy blurted dumbly. What kind of question was that? She of all people with her extensive knowledge of Ominis should know that he was a very keen sort.
Yet in her shock she just happened to say the first ridiculous thing that came to mind.
Ominis scoffed. “Is it not apparent? I do not want to sound pretentious or like I am delegating qualities to you, but the fact alone of your higher pitched voice, your smell, and how this room feels, does not feel very…” he paused for a moment as he thought this through. “It does not give the impression that it belongs to someone of the male gender.”
Lucy would have pushed anyone else ,but Ominis? Well, he knew what he was talking about and besides, how else could he explain it? Also he was from the 1800s for goodness sake, and roles were more strict back then. What would he think of the 20th century?
She laughed nervously, “Well you would happen to be correct. I am a girl! And you Ominis happen to be in my room, in Hungary, about uhhhh more than a century in the future.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, before he fixed his expression back to one of strict neutrality.
“A century, you say? How in Merlin’s name did that happen?”
Lucy shrugged. “Don’t ask me! I am just as confused as you are. Do you remember any of what happened before you arrived here?”
Ominis began to pace before bumping into her bed, and she just gently patted on it encouraging him to sit, which he did, very stiffly as his hands wrung his wand.
“I was talking with Sebastian and Hanno. We were about to have tea, and Hanno’s niffler had crawled into my lap. She made some joke about the niffler wanting to steal me away from her like shiny treasure, and that she was sure the nifflers weren’t the only ones who wanted to steal me away from her.” He closed his eyes, brow furrowing. “And then I was here, in your room.”
“Curious and curiouser.” she hummed, now perched on the bed next to him.
“Umm…what are you doing?” Ominis asked, shifting away awkwardly as her hands reached out to touch his face. “That is highly inappropriate. It already is scandalous enough being in your sleeping quarters.” His ears burned bright pink, as he stood, straightening his tie nervously.
“I’m so sorry!” Lucy stammered. “It’s just…you’re so pretty!” She scrambled to her feet, all the original nervousness gone. She continued to stare at him, and how the light made his eyes sparkle like the star sapphires all the Ominis Gaunt fans happened to compare them too.
“I am not…pretty.” Ominis protested, ears turning red as the flush continued to move across his face. “I have been told that my looks are significantly appealing, however I only accept being called…that word by my girlfriend alone. Who I would very much like to return to, thank you.”
“Uhh right. That might prove to be a lot harder than you think.” Lucy said, biting her lip as she thought hard on how to get a wizard of all things back to the 18th century and explain to her parents why she had a boy in her room that they had never met before. He’d need a new name-
“What do you mean? Are you not capable of using whatever summoning spell called me here to send me back? I am assuming correctly that it was you who brought me here, am I not?”
A heavy sigh left her lips, and she turned back to him, chewing on the end of her stylus.
“The only kind of magic wand I have is this drawing utensil. I’m…what you would call a muggle. If I did cast some kind of spell it was not intentional I promise. I guess I was just thinking about you, and how it would be nice if you were real and here and-”
“Real?” Ominis said sharply. “I am very real.”
Lucy laughed nervously. “I have bad news for you then. Technically you are a game character. Unless the game is somehow built around actual events and there's some kind of multiverse and the Harry Potter books are real, which would be absolutely insane!!”
Ominis frowned, confused. “What are you blabbering on about? A game? Like…chess? And who is Harry Potter?”
“Lets just start with getting you some different clothes okay? And hiding you from my parents.”
Lucy was in for a long few days that was sure. Even though this was the best birthday gift ever.
~~~
It had been a week, and Ominis was not very happy with having to hide in the closet every time her parents made an appearance. He had tried to convince her to let him meet them, but she just started rambling and he would have to calm her down. Oddly she reminded him a lot of Hanno, which only made his heart ache more for home, and the safety of her arms.
However, it wasn’t entirely terrible. The food she snuck to him was delicious and he feared he would soon be addicted to the sweet, sticky, nutty dough she called a “Chimney Cake.” He found himself thinking of how if Hanno was here, she would burn her tongue in her rush to try it.
In the mornings he would be awoken by a screaming sound she called a phone alarm and then stuffed in the closet until he was certain the house was empty enough to venture out. Then slip into the washroom, where he would freshen up. She had kindly explained how the shower worked as it was much different than he remembered, and insisted he use this minty paste to clean his teeth with a tiny brush. This new century was definitely a lot better with hygiene. But it smelled a lot more of chemicals and strong scents which stung his nose. Still, it was acceptable.
Then he would slip into the kitchen, and feel around for anything that was left behind. Because of his perfectionism nothing was out of place enough that any one noticed. His wand worked enough to show him around as well. Which had left the girl dumbfounded and rambling all of the first night about multiverses and how she had to tell all her “online” friends about it.
Strange girl.
He smiled to himself at the thought, reaching down to stroke the cat that curled around his legs purring. Maszat, he had been informed. Named for the little smudge said to be on her nose. Out of this whole experience he deemed he liked the cat and chimney cake the most. They were the most simple to understand, and the least stressful. If he focused hard enough he could filter out the whirring of all the odd machines, the loud noises outside that made him jump every time a siren went by, or someone honked their horn. Just focus on the soft ball of fur sitting in his lap.
“Why is everything so loud, hmm sweet kitty?” He found himself asking her as if she could answer. “I am sure it is hard on your ears too,” he cooed, rubbing circles between them gently.
Did they ever rest? Take a moment to enjoy the silence?
He had asked Lucy that one night as she lay on her stomach, distracted by what she called a phone, an odd rectangular box that sound came out of and she used to communicate with.
“Are people really happy with so much distraction? What about the things that really matter?”
Things like the family and friends around you. The fresh air, a good book, the peace of silence.
“I…I don’t know. I guess we've grown used to the chaos. But I admit, always needing more, it is pretty stressful. I love my online friends but it is really hard to keep up with them sometimes.
“Don’t try to do too much at once Lu, they’ll still be there.” And she let him take her phone and they talked long into the night instead, and when she fell asleep on his lap, he let her stay there.
~~~
Lucy tried to make Ominis’s days better. She taught him about her country's history, communism, the wars, and when he managed to sneak her out at night she took him to some of Hungary’s most popular sites. She taught him about screen readers, and audio books. He really liked listening to the audio books about history, but refused to learn anything about his homeland, not wanting to know if he was ever going back. He said “It will come when it comes.”
But he still seemed very sad. It was in his eyes, even behind the small laughs and smirks he would occasionally offer her at a ridiculous joke, or the “nonsense” that was modern slang. He didn’t entirely fit in her fathers clothes either, and had insisted on sleeping on her floor.
Despite it being a nest of blankets, and her awkward tailoring, it would never be his real home.
It hurt, of course it did. For she wanted him to be happy with her. He made her feel the most alive than she had felt in her short life. He challenged her beliefs on consumerism, on truly living. Nights had become her favorites because they would walk under the stars, visit small cafes, little bookstores, and she would explain to him how everything looked and realize how much she herself had truly been missing or taking for granted. Like the taste of Chimney Cake.
Ominis needed to go home. And it was up to her.
No more late night secret cry sessions to Scott Street listening to him sniffle in the dark.
Not on her watch.
She was done being selfish. Hanno would not be pleased, and she wanted more than anything to make the good parts of her proud, the parts that valued selfless love. Besides, she was sure her girl was missing her boyfriend and Sebastian was spiraling. Couldn’t have that happen
To the drawing board it was, aka tablet.
Plus ask all the Discord people that were actually going a bit insane because she had the real Ominis Gaunt living in her bedroom. Yeah, perhaps some needed help, particularly Raven who was in literal tears because of the delicious angst this was. But they did have some good ideas.
Raven / 10 pm: Perhaps you could draw or write him back? Kind of like how you inadvertently wished him here, but write or draw it as Hanno doing some kind of art of him while thinking of him coming back. It would be really sweet, and a tearful fluffy reunion.
~~~
“Okay one last ingredient and then…” Hanno choked on her words. She’d tried everything the last two weeks to bring him back to her while trying to keep Sebastian from messing with dark magic to find some answer to his best friend’s sudden disappearance. Ominis was the steady to the both of them and without him around things had been spiraling a lot faster than she thought.
“Come on Cavendish, you have to eat something.” Sebastian sighed, taking her hand and pressing an apple into it. Not like he was much better with the dark circles under his eyes and how much he stunk. Seriously, did boys not shower when they missed someone? Ewww!
“I can’t eat when Ominis is Merlin knows where. I’d follow him to death, and I know he’s not dead, so I am going to find him no matter what. I just…” tears leaked down her face.
I can’t lose anyone else.
“I know but would Ominis approve of you not eating just because of him?”
“....No..”
“Then eat the bloody apple.”
She stuck her tongue out at him but begrudgingly took a bite of the apple anyways.
Gosh, it was good.
Just as Hanno turned back to face the potions table a flash of light from inside the vivarium made her shield her eyes. It was still glowing brightly, and after exchanging a look with Seb, they moved closer. There was something or someone emerging from the light.
Someone very tall, very sharp, very…
“OMINIS!!”
Without a second thought she charged into the light into his arms, making him laugh with joy, before spinning her around. When they stopped he swooped down and stole her lips in the sweetest most passionate kiss, before pulling away and resting their foreheads together.
“I missed you Hana.” He whispers, hands busying themselves with making sure she was real.
“I missed you too Omi. Where were you?”
“Away from you, where I never want to be again. A loud, smelly,-”
“Like Sebastian?”
“Hey! I am not smelly!” Sebastian protested somewhere behind them.
Ominis threw back his head in a loud sharp laugh. “Exactly like Sebastian. He’d probably like it.”
His hand went up to cup her cheek, bringing their faces together again.
“A world without you is no world Hanaliese. But there is one with a sweet girl named Lucy, who oddly reminds me a lot of you. We owe her our thanks to be back together.”
He turned to face the portal of light again, where Hanno could make out the shape of a girl shyly waving. Ominis smiled fondly as the light suddenly disappeared, taking the girl away.
“She may be no witch, but she is…what they would call a wizard with a pen.”
Sebastian came up behind them and clapped him across the back, making Ominis flinch.
“The only wizard I’m interested in right now is the one who owes me for keeping his girlfriend alive.
Ominis took a whiff of the air and grimaced. “The only thing you should be interested in Sebastian is a shower, and a long one at that. Did you fall in a swamp or something?”
All was well in the world of Hogwarts Legacy Lucy’s characters called home, banter and love.
~~~
Back at home, once the barrier that had allowed her to peer into the real world of her imagination, Lucy scooped up Maszat and curled up on her bed and had a good long cry.
It wasn’t all bad tears though. Because before he left Ominis had promised to never to forget her, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She may have also snagged his scarf too that she was never washing, for it smelled like mossy dungeons, mint, and bergamot. Like him.
All good stories must come to an end, but stories remind us of what we value in life.
Birthdays with those we love. Friends and family that support us even though they don’t always know what is wrong. Delicious food, fresh air and good long naps. Things chaos tries to steal.
Stories remind us of people we look up to, especially our favorite characters. Ones with morals, loyalty, kindness, patience, intelligence, and fighting off the darkness we all have inside.
Ominis may just be a story, but he is part of hers.
An artist, a light, a loyal friend.
Lucy.
cue "ceilings"
Hope you like it!! And that it doesn't make you cry too much. I had so much fun with this idea and thought it would a good birthday gift.
I love you! Keep shining, keep dreaming, keep creating!
I had the utmost pleasure to take these screenies. I'm not used to so much cuteness on my screen. Hanno is the most precious and such a beautiful MC. And heyy - surprise! - it did manage to find a lute 😊
base pose and Lute by Eunnie (oliver__lennox) on Insta 🖤
your screenies never fail to impress and I'm in AWE by all of the MCs you did of this challenge so far BECAUSE JUST LOOK!!!!! your shots are the definition of beauty, thank you so much! 😭🤍
and you found a lute !!! 😭😭😭♥️♥️♥️♥️ that's IT my blog theme is being changed rn 😤♥️
Ominis: “He was looking for a helper. I found a wife; seemed to work out.”
Inquirer: “She and Sallow fought with some people in fifth-year.”
Ominis: “She fought with a lot of people in fifth year.”
Inquirer: “And you?”
Ominis: “Fights with me sometimes, too.”
Inquirer: “…Is there any particular reason you don’t wish to discuss your marriage?”
Ominis: “Just don’t see how it’s any of your business, is all. We’re very private people.”
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MC: “His eyes! Oh, yeah! I definitely have to say it was his eyes. I know it’s kinda ironic, ‘cause he’s blind, but you can put that down! His eyes, his hair, and his beauty marks; and right where his neck meets his jawline! That—oh Merlin—actually that whole area. That and—below it.” 😏
Why? You wanted to say you didn’t know why. That you had been taking care of them just as you should have been. Daily watering them, picking out the weeds, and making sure there were no pests lurking among the leaves waiting to pierce the stem and suck out the life of them.
That would be a lie.
You had gotten distracted. Going out with friends, playing video games late into the night, and buying flowers in the store for the people you wanted to impress. You didn’t put in the work.
The rains had come, the parasites had bitten, and the weeds had slowly surrounded them.
Every day they had bloomed so prettily for you, waiting for you to notice them as you went by. Perhaps one day you would choose them to show off on your counter. Enjoy their smell, their beauty, and their company as they brought life and color to your days. But you preferred the fast action, the quick buys. It didn’t matter if the flowers you bought ended up in a garbage can. As long as they served their purpose to get you what you wanted, it didn’t really matter.
Yes, the flowers died on Monday. But you didn’t notice they were dead until the next one.
Wilted in the grass, precious petals blown away by the wind, stripping the tender stem bare. A more tender soul might have cried at the picture they painted. But you ripped them up.
The flowers died on Monday.
You blamed them for the stench that now fills your yard, cursing about rotting detritus.
You blame them for how barren your garden looks without them stealing attention from the weeds. For how your heart aches at the fact something in your life was once full of true life.
The weeds keep growing, the yard fades. Yet you can’t bear to plant anything in their stead.
Those flowers were all you had left of her. Beautiful roses she had planted for you as you promised her you’d send her a picture as soon as they bloomed, in your thanks to her.
my take on adult!ominis🐍(a small reference to my previous post)
i remember seeing a fanart with him conjuring a small red snake instead of a red light from his wand, and i absolutely loved that idea! (unfortunately i couldn’t find that fanart😔) like i imagine him gossiping with her or getting some latest news from her, smth like that
ALSO LONG HAIR yes he looks like an elf, i know😛😛 BUT he's very elegant like that...
by the way, i believe his element would be water bc slytherin's element is water PLUS sebastian's element is obviously fire, so i just NEED to do a parallel lol (sebinis go brr)
Finally, Ominis
@cassianicolevale your request is done.
I can tell my coloring of a naked male torso is getting better. The main thing is just not to forget how to draw clothes again...
-thinking about sebastian and ominis who are so protective and almost possessive over you. they'd never tell you what to do, with the exception of ominis worrying over your connection with the dark arts, but they will watch carefully. they'd try to stop the harm before getting to you.
-sebastian and ominis who glare at any other person who tries to talk with you or get close to you. there's a few vetted people, but they're few and far in between. when someone calls your name, it's not just your head turning to see who it is, but it's three.
-sebastian and ominis who don't feel complete without you in the middle of them. they'd been friends for a while, but having you in a trio settled it. now they had someone to settle arguments. someone to laugh with. someone to share secrets with. and when you're gone, it's like there's a void.
-sebastian and ominis who would both die for you and kill for you. in a dangerous situation, they're in front of you, taking the hits despite the abnormally strong power resting in your veins. if someone were to wrong you or hurt you, it's over for them very shortly after.
-sebastian and ominis who both want you, but find a peace in sharing you a little more than platonically. drinks at the three broomsticks often lead to messy kisses in the undercroft that aren't brought up again in the morning. you like to lay your head on sebastian's lap as he reads while your feet lay in ominis's lap, his hands subconsciously massaging your skin.
-sebastian and ominis who seek out your touch and attention unashamedly. sebastian wraps his arms around your waist in a tight hug on bad days. ominis enjoys your fingers twirling through his hair, gently undoing knots and tangles.
-sebastian and ominis who want to spend their lives by your side. sebastian becomes an auror and ominis begins work in the ministry of magic. they've gotten better at sharing. you come home from work with two adoring men, wide eyed and half in love with you, ready to please you.
-sebastian and ominis who you wouldn't trade for the world.
