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MC welcomes Ominis home and takes care of him.
Ominis x fem!MC
SFW—non-explicit mentions of/allusions to Ominis getting MC pregnant, lots of hugs and kissing and flirting between a married couple, all the normal saccharine married life stuff I love to write about :)
Word count: 1,919
A/N: Just a nothingburger story about MC taking care of her husband, Ominis. Purest fluff, it really doesn’t get much more “nothing happens but they’re very cute” than this lol
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Warm firelight flickered in the large drawing room where MC had stayed up particularly late that night waiting for her husband, Ominis, to arrive home. He had been out all night on a special assignment from the Ministry of Magic, likely fighting dark wizards Merlin knows where. She knew he would be late—she had simply not anticipated he would be this late.
It was well after 1am when, from her nest of blankets on the sofa near the fireplace with her book, MC heard the front door click open and gusts of winter air rush in. Her heart leapt almost as quickly as she did, and she dashed to the entryway.
There, slightly hunched over and dripping wet, was Ominis. He was still panting as he pushed the door shut behind him, shivering violently while parts of his hair hung down in his exhausted face. He heard MC’s heels clicking across the floor and put his wand away in anticipation.
Right on time, MC collided with Ominis in a tight embrace as if the two had been separated for years, rather than a single day.
“Ominis, oh I’m so happy to see you—I was worried about you, you know,” MC cried. He grunted weakly and held her tightly in return, resting his chin on her small shoulder and absorbing as much of her warmth as he could.
“I am so very glad to be home,” Ominis muttered. “That was… difficult.”
MC broke away and held his jaw with the pads of her fingers as Ominis dutifully allowed her to examine his face, turning it from side to side. A few small cuts paired with dirt, sweat and melted snow covered his face, and she tutted as she leaned in to kiss him. He welcomed the gesture, his lips pushing heavily against hers.
MC gently removed her husband’s coat, and from underneath he was just as soaked. His face looked utterly dejected, and MC felt it best not to press for the details of his assignment just yet. He reached his hands out to her shoulders and felt the melted snow that had gotten on her. A look of regret crossed his face.
“You’re utterly soaked, darling. I’m so sorry,” Ominis said miserably. “You should get into something warm and dry before you catch cold.”
“And what of you?” MC replied. “Never mind me; I’m not half the mess that you are. You’re covered in melted snow, you have dirt on nearly everything you’re wearing and you still look incredibly cold. We need to get you upstairs.”
MC lightly grasped Ominis’ fingertips with her own as she had done in school, and led him upstairs before he had the chance to dig his wand out of his pocket again. Ominis felt the ghost of a smile tug at the corners of his mouth while he was led away as if they were once again shy adolescents.
The echo of their shoes on hard tile and the smell of soap told Ominis they had arrived in their bathroom. It was warm and quiet, and he heard his wife raise her wand with a practiced swish to conjure a hot bath. He stood and felt his shivers subside as the room heated and he heard his wife quietly shuffle around as she selected various items for him.
Ominis kicked off his shoes and gave no resistance when MC turned to face him and took his soaked-through shirt and trousers off his exhausted and bruised body. Once Ominis was rid of his clothing, he reached for MC’s side. He leaned forward in anticipation of an impassioned kiss. His lips met her hand, however, and she giggled.
“Really, Ominis, you come back exhausted and looking like a particularly sad, wet puppy in the middle of the night, and you still want to be amorous? I won’t have you exhausting yourself just for me.”
Ominis frowned slightly and grumbled, but MC merely planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Let’s at least get you a bath first, hm?”
MC took Ominis by his hand and forearm and eased him into the steaming hot water. He sunk down comfortably and let out a deep sigh as warmth flooded his body. He sunk to his chest and luxuriated in the scent of the lavender bubbles all around him. The room was silent, save for slowly dripping water from a sink faucet and their breathing.
A gentle tap at Ominis’ shoulder told him to lean forward, and MC rinsed his hair in more hot water before working a shampoo into it. He allowed his fatigued eyes to slide shut as he hummed, contented.
“How was he today?” Ominis mumbled as MC gently massaged his scalp.
“A terror, quite frankly,” MC laughed. “I never knew a two-year-old could get into so much trouble in just one day. First, I found him trying to climb the furniture—then, when I’ve scarcely turned my back, he's gotten underfoot in the kitchen. How that child moves so quickly is truly beyond me.”
Ominis chuckled and leaned back into MC’s hands. “He reminds me of someone who also went adventuring and frequently broke the rules.”
“Hush,” MC smiled. “He clearly takes after his father, too, you know—a penchant for causing mischief seems to be hereditary.”
The couple shared a quiet laugh, and MC’s fingers slipped down to his neck and shoulders to massage at his aching muscles. Her fingers felt like pure, melted bliss on Ominis' skin as they kneaded and rubbed.
“You know, I have half a mind to put another baby in you,” Ominis hummed nonchalantly. An amused gasp and a light, playful swat at his shoulder made him chuckle.
“Is one not enough for you?” MC asked, half-joking.
“Is one enough for you?”
MC bit her lip, wishing Ominis could see the little smile and the blush that both bloomed across her cheeks.
“Perhaps we should think about it. It’s not a bad idea,” MC finally said in a soft voice. The way she beamed at the idea was betrayed by her voice, and Ominis felt his heart swell.
“Then it’s decided. Come here and join me, my little hummingbird,” Ominis crooned. He reached a hand up and behind him to feel for MC’s arm and tug her towards him.
“We will talk about it tomorrow after you’ve properly rested,” MC chided playfully. “There will be no more babies tonight—putting to bed the one we have already was enough.”
“It was worth a try,” Ominis grinned.
MC reached down and splashed some water at him. He flinched with another laugh and leaned back for a kiss. MC relented and softly pressed her lips to his. She broke away when he began getting carried away, and the soft whine he made pulled at her heartstrings.
MC gently rinsed his hair, the flood of warmth down the crown of his head only thawing his desires further. She kissed the top of his head before pulling a cloth from a nearby shelf and placing it in his hand. “Get yourself washed up, you scoundrel.”
“I don’t even get any help?” Ominis flirted.
“We both know exactly what will happen if I do that,” MC replied. She rolled her eyes with a little smile and nudged his shoulder. Ominis shrugged, but accepted the cloth and began to work at his arms. They felt leaden, each one requiring herculean effort to bring above the warm haven of the water and into the cold air.
MC kneeled and rested her arms and chin on the side of the tub while she waited for Ominis to finish. He was even more beautiful than when the two had first met in school. MC couldn’t help but stare, wondering how she was so lucky that she ended up with such a man. He rose from the water, and she was transfixed by his alabaster skin. The little beauty marks on his face trailed down his entire body, speckled over his chest, stomach and legs. His blond hair, already falling back into its normal place after years of combing and pomade, reminded MC of the feeling of that very same hair between her fingers as they would kiss or hold one another on lazy Sunday mornings. His soft, blue eyes glowed in the light while a little smile lingered on his lips, and MC felt her heart swell further. How many times had she gazed into those eyes and kissed those lips? Not nearly enough, she reckoned. It could take a lifetime to come even somewhat close to satisfactory.
When Ominis settled back into the warm water and closed his eyes, he felt around for MC and gently squeezed her arm. “Such a beautiful girl… how did you end up as my wife?”
“That’s easy: we got married,” MC teased. It was Ominis’ turn to splash water at her, and she shrieked delightedly.
Finally, MC kissed his hand, stood, and found a large towel. She helped Ominis out of the bath and wrapped the towel around his shoulders before he had the opportunity to shiver. As she wrapped the towel around him, he pulled her into his arms underneath the towel. She squeaked in surprise, suddenly very damp but completely unbothered.
“You are too good to me,” Ominis said as he kissed the top of her head.
“I should think I’m not nearly good enough,” she mumbled into his damp chest as she wrapped her arms around him. “There is always more I wish I could do for you.”
“What you manage is more than enough, my love,” Ominis whispered. “You ought not be so hard on yourself.”
MC frowned in thought before relenting. “If you say so,” she muttered.
“Your love will always be more than enough,” Ominis said as he kissed her head again.
Ominis released MC, reached for his bathrobe on the little hook behind the door where he always kept it, and they wandered to their bed in the next room, hand in hand. Ominis sat on the edge of the bed and MC hopped up behind him. She took a brush sitting on the nightstand and began to hum a calming, familiar tune while she ran another towel over his hair and brushed it back as best she could. When she finally surrendered and let his hair do as it pleased, she drew him into her arms from behind and tried to suppress a shiver.
“Darling, you’ll fall ill,” Ominis murmured, concerned. “Please, won’t you get out of your wet clothes and into your nightgown?”
MC nuzzled his ear. “Perhaps I won’t need it tonight. I’m sure there are other ways to warm up… if you’re willing, of course.”
The smile on Ominis’ face widened. “Changed your mind, have you? What happened to talking tomorrow?”
MC shrugged. “Call it a change of heart, I suppose. A lot can change when a woman helps her husband with a bath.”
Ominis smiled and slowly turned to run his hand up her arm and cup her jaw. He kissed her, slowly and deeply. Their hearts raced in sync as Ominis gently pushed MC to her back and he leaned over her protectively. “Good; my robe was beginning to feel a bit too warm, anyhow,” he smiled.
As the two slipped into their nest of bedding and pillows, Ominis pulled MC close and held her tightly. With fingers slipping into her hair and lips pressing to the top of her head, Ominis sighed blissfully. “It is good to be home.”
