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atypicalamortentia · 5 months

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Virgin Headcannons

Synopsis - The boys virginity headcannons.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 2k.

[Caffeinate Me]

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who masturbated to memories of you every night was surprised when you asked him if you were ever going to have sex.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pressed his lips to yours and asked if now was a good time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was already rock hard at the thought of having sex with you for the first time grinded his clothed erection against your backside.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who dragged you back to the Slytherin dorm was eager to see what you looked like underneath those clothes.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who pulled you into the boys room without hesitation pushed you onto his bed before attacking your neck with his lips.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was quick to undress you roamed his hands over your breasts with wide eyes.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who couldn’t help but take one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth as he pawed at your mounds.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who bites down at your nipple softly to elicit the most spectacular noise he had ever heard in his entire life.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t wait another minute and is freeing his cock from their restraints.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who slicks the tip of his cock against your slick folds before gazing deep into your eyes making sure you’re ready. You nod, giving him the go-ahead.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t help but thrust into your cunt desperately. Moans falling from his lips as he feels your pussy grip his cock like a vice.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who gives you a moment to adjust to his large length before he’s pounding into you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who can’t think straight while he’s inside of you. He just wants to feel you cum all over his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s hands make their way to your throat to squeeze lightly, making you see stars and forcing you to cum.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who’s eyes widen as he feels your cunt contracting around his cock. He was a goner the second he feels you spasming and his hips begin to stutter as he shot his load into you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who is surprised at just how much he cums inside of you. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!SEBASTIAN who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who led you to the Undercroft during a particularly heavy make-out session.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who’s breath catches in his throat when you take the initiative to put your hands down his trousers and begin to stroke his cock slowly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets out a loud moan and throws his head back as you begin to jerk him off can’t help but feel nervous at the fact the two of you were actually doing this.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who moans your name quietly, wraps his fingers in your hair to tell you to keep going as he thrusts his hips against your hand.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who feels his balls tighten as he’s close to cumming, stutters away from your hand before explaining that he wants to finish inside of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who wishes he could see so he could admire every inch of you as you undress.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets his hands be his eyes once you’re fully naked, trailing his hands all over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing them lightly, letting his fingers trail over your puckering nipples.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who groans when he feels your skin on his and desperately tugs off his cloak and shirt.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t wait to be inside of you feels his cock twitching as you push him down onto the sofa you had transfigured a few weeks prior.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who drags his cock up your folds desperate for some friction, accidentally pushes the tip into your entrance. You let out a soft gasp at the intrusion and throw your head back.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who lets you take control, feeling almost euphoric as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock. You bounce up and down on him almost immediately, begging for more already.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who can’t help the moans that tumble from his lips as he feels you bouncing on him slowly. You move your hips perfectly, just right that has him seeing stars in his mind. Merlin, he wishes he could see you now.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who grasps your hips tightly as he cums deep inside of you with staggering hips and a viscous scream of your name. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!OMINIS who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who pulls you into a broom closet on the way to potions class because he misses you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who places sloppy, needy kisses on your lips as he whispers about how much he’s been craving your lips on his for the last few hours.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who feels himself starting to get erect as your hands wrap around his neck and play with the little curls at the base of his neck.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help but think about where this could be going as you slowly peel off his cloak, jumper and shirt.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who becomes flustered as you look up at him with a mischievous grin. A bright pink blush dancing across his cheeks as your hands trail down his chest to the waistband of his trousers.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds himself moaning already before you’ve even wrapped your hand around the base of his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who stares into your eyes as you slowly put your hand down his boxers and palm at his thick length.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who bites his bottom lip in an attempt to be quiet, so that passers by the broom closet don’t hear his pathetic whimpering.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who brings his hand up to his mouth to bite at his finger once he realises that biting his bottom lip isn’t stopping his moans.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is already begging for you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who wants to cry at how good you’re making him feel.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who can’t help the sheer amount of precum leaking from his cock from the way you’re jerking him off.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who begs for you to fuck him right then and there.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who is a whimpering mess when he’s finally seated inside of you. His hands grasp your hips forcefully as he slowly moves inside of you, building up his pace.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who finds it difficult to gain a rhythm, but once he gets there, it’s otherworldly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who presses heated kisses against your throat as he fucks you from behind, his hands grasping desperately at your hips to keep himself grounded to you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who cums inside of you the second he feels your cunt tense around him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who turns your head to kiss you deeply as he thrusts his last remaining spend inside of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!GARRETH who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who invites you to The Three Broomsticks for a date.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who doesn’t even think about having sex with you on the date. He adores you so much and just wants to show you how much you truly mean to him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pays for everything and tells you that ‘you can get the next one’ even though he knows he won’t let that happen.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is surprised when you kiss him forcefully as soon as you exit The Three Broomsticks, taking him down a secluded alleyway with a knowing smirk on your face.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who feels a bit of anxiety around having sex for the first time, especially in an alleyway.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who convinces you to come back to the Gryffindor Common Room with him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants everything to be perfect for his first time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who kisses you sweetly as he undresses you once you get back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who pushes you down onto his bed slowly and climbs on top of you, trailing kisses down your now naked body until he reaches your sweet, spread out pussy.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who tests the waters with his tongue. Licking a slow stripe up your folds before making his way to your clit and gently nibbling on it with his teeth.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who presses a singular finger inside your entrance as he slurps at your clit.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who finger fucks you slowly in an attempt to make you come undone on his tongue before he fucks you with his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who, once you cum, uses his thick, heavy cock to wipe up your juices. Using your cum as lube, he slowly thrusts himself into you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who can’t stop moaning your name like a prayer as your cunt sucks him in greedily.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who wants this to be a slow and sensual experience, cups your body in his hands as he moves inside of you with ease.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who bites down on your neck softly to mark you as his whispers sweet nothings and praises of how good you feel wrapped around him into your ear.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who cums prematurely inside your cunt because of how good you feel wrapped around him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who is so embarrassed that he can’t even look you in the eye as you give him soft kisses and whisper words of a soothing nature. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!LEANDER who was no longer a virgin because of you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who struggles to tell you how he’s feeling when he gets turned on for the first time.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who cries out when you grind against his clothed erection in the empty classroom.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is worried about getting caught that he locks the door with a wave of his wand.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who watches you with wide eyes as you get yourself off on his thigh. He watches the way your hips ride expertly against his leg and groans in pleasure.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who shakily moves his hand to take off your skirt. You shuffle out of it before pressing your lips against his hungrily.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who swallows your moans gladly as you remove your panties, exposing your pretty pussy to him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who can’t help but whimper at the sight, his heart beating quickly as you take off his trousers and boxers slowly, almost teasingly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who asks if you’re sure this is something you wanted to do.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is caught off guard when you lower yourself down onto his cock in response

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who grasps your hips tightly as he can, bruising you slightly in the process.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bites down on your bottom lip playfully as you skilfully move your hips against his.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who helps you move your body against his straining clothed cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who is panting like a dog as you pull down his trousers and underwear, looking at the string of precum oozing from his tip.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was surprised when you licked his tip playfully, licking his pre from his cock.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who falls against the desk, gripping the sides tightly as you suck him off slowly.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who begs for your pussy to be around his cock, not caring about how pathetic he sounded.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who moaned loudly when you sunk down onto his cock and grasped the desk harder.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bit his bottom lip and begged for you to start moving your hips.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who widened his eyes when you finally rolled your hips against his, his mouth falling open without a sound leaving his lips.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who let you dominate him straight from the beginning. He wanted you to take what you needed from him.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who bucked his hips up against your greedily, wanting more from you.

: ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who pulls out of your cunt before pushing you down onto your knees, jacking himself off and cumming over your face. : ̗̀➛ VIRGIN!AMIT who was no longer a virgin because of you.

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metal-mouse · 11 months

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I Feel Better With You

pairing: Ominis Gaunt x gn!MC

themes: Smut. Fluff. Ominis is stressed af and you comfort him. Insominis. kinda subinis.

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. m!receiving oral sex. everyone is aged up.

summary: 4.5k words. Ominis Gaunt has had an awful day, and he can't get to sleep. Instead of driving Sebastian mad with his anxious energy, he gets up and wanders wherever his restless feet will take him. What he doesn't expect is to run into you.

note: Tried to leave reader's everything ambiguous. I proofread this half of one time, sort of. i also finished it at 3:30 am lol oopsies. This started out with completely pure intentions, but i am a wee creature of debauchery and added a little sprinkle of spice. I can apparently only perceive Ominis if he's in the ROR, next time we can take him somewhere nice I promise.

Ominis lay on his back with his eyes closed despite his annoyingly alert mind. The events of the day just would not leave him alone - from his abysmal attempt at brewing a befuddlement draught, to accidentally changing your hair colour to what Sebastian had called ‘troll bogey green’ in transfiguration, to even just how he spoke to others during dinner... He let out a sigh, his hands coming up to run through his bed-mussed hair. He rolled over for what felt like the millionth time, unable to find a comfortable position. He let out another annoyed sigh.

“Sigh again and I’m going to smother you with a pillow.” Sebastian’s annoyed half-asleep voice came from the other side of their shared dormitory. Ominis made sure to sigh loudly one more time, causing Sebastian to throw a pillow across the room at him, before getting up and snatching his wand from his night table. He shrugged on his housecoat and shoved his feet into his slippers before crossing the room towards the door. One hand held his wand, the other was outstretched until his palm pressed against the smooth wood of the door. He was scowling as he pushed the door open quietly and made his way down to the common room. Just because he was unhappy from his inability to sleep didn’t mean he had to take it out on Sebastian - he could go mope in peace elsewhere.

Ominis Gaunt was not usually one to find himself wandering the halls of the school after dark, but tonight was an exception. He just hoped the fates had some mercy so he didn’t come upon any teachers. He had no plan on where he was to go, he just allowed his wand and his feet to guide him through the halls. He stewed in his thoughts as he walked, his face fixed in a permanent frown. The worries about his day slowly shifted into his constant stresses about getting good enough marks on his N.E.W.Ts that were approaching far too rapidly, and that the safe space he’d found at Hogwarts was no longer going to be his safe space. Once he graduated, he’d be at his family’s disposal. They’d have full access to him, and he didn’t know how to get away from it all. While he knew that he had a place to stay in Feldcroft, he also knew that he couldn’t impose on Anne and Sebastian forever. Eventually, he would have to strike off on his own and that caused a flurry of emotions that he’d never anticipated.

His grip on his wand tightened as his mind lingered on those emotions he was feeling day in and day out. While he was losing the safest place he’d ever lived, he was also going to lose you. Ominis had grown accustomed to spending every day with you since you’d gotten close during the catastrophe that was his fifth year at Hogwarts. The idea that he won’t be able to enjoy breakfast with you every morning, or a butterbeer in Hogsmeade, or even just a quiet study session broken up by your quick quips and amusing stories, made his throat knot painfully. And now, he’d made an ass of himself turning your hair bogey green. He should be spending every second he could with you making good memories, not defacing your appearance. Merlin, why hadn’t he partnered with Sebastian instead–

“Ominis?” A voice from the other end of the hallway made him nearly jump out of his skin. With one hand over his thundering heart, he scowled in the direction of your quiet laugh.

“That, was not very kind of you.” Ominis said sharply, before cringing at the memory of today’s transfiguration class. At that moment he almost wished it was Professor Weasley standing before him, and not you.

“You’re not still thinking about my hair, are you?” You asked. He listened to you coming towards him, his heart still thudding violently. A deep burn of shame and embarrassment settled in his stomach, and Ominis greatly regretted ever leaving the sanctuary of his bed; even if Sebastian would have smothered him.

“I am terribly sorry about that.” Ominis said, feeling as though his apology was rather lame.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Ominis. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Professor Weasley had me back to normal in a matter of minutes.” The kindness in your tone was not lost on Ominis, you meant what you said. He felt a fool as the thought of you not being angry with him calmed his mind quite a bit. He took a moment to assess his surroundings, realizing he’d made his way to the foot of the Astronomy Tower.

“Thank you…” He said.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Your question was simple, but it caused Ominis to swallow nervously. He wasn’t sure he wanted to tell you that he was too worry-filled to sleep, especially when you were one of his worries. You had been through so much during your time at Hogwarts, he didn’t need to burden you with his trifles.

“I-I… couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d go for a walk.” He said carefully.

“Ominis, we’ve spoken of this before, if you ever need to talk about anything I’m here to listen. I can see you’re unhappy.” You said in that insufferably kind tone, your hand even going as far as to rest on his shoulder. You’d made that gesture hundreds of times since he’d met you, why did this time feel different? Why did your touch make him on edge? He supposed it could be his lack of sleep, or perhaps it was just because you’d caught him lamenting about his future without you.

“What are you doing out of bed?” He questioned. He would be doing the interrogating, if you were skulking around the halls in the dark then you couldn’t be up to any good at all. Your grip on his shoulder tightened ever so slightly, the smallest indicator that he was right. You were either causing trouble or in trouble. Ominis couldn’t decide which was more likely, or which was more worrying. Before you could answer his question, heeled footsteps clicked against the stone floors heading right for you.

“Damn it. Follow me.” You whispered, your hand sliding from Ominis’ shoulder to grab him by the bicep. He blinked in surprise at your strength as you tugged him towards the stairs. He wasted no time following you all the way to the top, utterly confused. This was a dead end, whatever faculty or prefect that was heading towards you would surely find you. He supposed there were some spots at the top of the tower, under the observation deck or in the astronomy classroom… His frown deepened when he heard a door groan open in the hallway, and you unceremoniously shoved him inside. Your hand left his arm, and he paused to adjust to his surroundings.

“Where have you brought me?” He asked, curiosity cutting through his irritance. The room was filled with the most curious noises, and he could feel every pulse his wand made detecting what was in the space surrounding him. He could hear cauldrons bubbling to his left, the sound of papers flapping like wings in the air above him. Water trickled deeper in the room, and Ominis swore he could almost hear the distant crashing of waves.

“This is the Room of Requirement,” You said smoothly, “And, if you must know, I am out of bed because I was here. One of the Unicorns was foaling, and I wanted to be here in case she needed help.” Your explanation for being awake so late only gave Ominis more questions. The way you had said one of the unicorns indicated that there were several, here, in the walls of the astronomy tower. That was outrageous, even on magical standards.

“What?!”

“Er… right, I suppose a tour is in order…” You mumbled sheepishly. Ominis was stunned into silence as you guided him around the room, showing him almost every corner of the magical room. He’d heard rumours of the room of requirement before, but he had never been able to find the entrance. It deeply impressed him that you had made such a detailed place, it truly had everything a person would ever need. He realized at that moment he was very much intruding into your personal space. A hideaway you had crafted that was entirely personalized to you and your needs. It was almost as though he was in your head, every word you spoke and every telltale pulse of his wand gave him a better idea of his surroundings.

“You mentioned unicorns?” Ominis asked, his head tilting expectantly. You chuckled, your arm hooking with his. He could feel the heat of your skin through his housecoat, and his throat felt a little dry. You’d certainly never seen him like this, dishevelled and in his nightclothes. It was utterly indecent of him. He exhaled softly in surprise when the unmistakable breeze of fresh air brushed his skin, and you guided him through a doorway. One moment he was in the comfortable warmth of your Room of Requirement, the next he was clearly standing outdoors. He could hear the chirping of birds, he could smell the flowers and the unmistakable odour of animals. It was like he’d stepped out right into the Care of Magical Creatures classroom.

“Here you have it, Unicorns. Five of them now, with the new foal and all,” You said, coming to a halt suddenly, “And a family of Kneazles, a few Diricawl, Puffskeins… I rescue Magical Beasts from poachers and bring them here to one of my vivariums.” Your voice was close to his ear, your breath lightly tickling against his skin as you spoke softly. Shivers ran down his spine, and his face was heating up from your proximity. In the last year and a half you had gotten taller, and stronger.

“I… don’t know why I expected you to be lying. You’ve never told me anything but the truth.” He admitted.

“When someone suggests they’re keeping unicorns in the astronomy tower, it’s a healthy reaction to be skeptical,” You teased with a laugh that worked its way right under Ominis’ skin. “Do you want to pet them?” You asked him. Ominis nodded, and marvelled at the warm strength in your hand as you took his and held it out. The velvety nose of a unicorn nudged his palm and he found himself smiling. Sleep was the farthest thing from his mind right now, and your presence had subsided that persistent tug of anxiety in his mind.

“I’m happy to be wrong, in this case.” He said, gently working his way to the unicorn’s neck.

“Now, do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” You asked, and Ominis sighed. He knew he could trust you, just as he knew that you would actually listen to him, but something made him hesitate. He was no stranger to feeling bashful when you were around, sometimes your presence was just so… overwhelming. Every kind word you spoke, and every time you laughed, he was reminded of your unconditional support of him during one of the most difficult times in his life. He often thought about the day after Solomon had died, when he’d broken down and cried on your shoulder. Or when you’d been abducted by Rookwood, and done the same to him, exhausted and terrified. You’d broken down and confessed everything to him that day, about your ancient magic and the quest you were on. He’d shown you his weakness, and in return you’d shown him yours.

“I suppose I’ve been rather anxious as of late…” He said cautiously, his hand running strokes down the unicorn’s soft neck, “About… well… my future. Where I’ll go after this year, what I’ll do. I-I’m worried about my family. If they bother to even try and reach out to me, I fear they won’t be… pleasant.” His heart rate quickened as he began to voice his internal thoughts that plagued him. Ominis continued to pet the unicorn who whickered softly, nudging him with its muzzle.

“I’m still listening.” You said, your shoulder brushing his as you stood next to him.

“I don’t want things to change. I don’t want to leave. As eager as I am to never brew a potion for Sharp ever again, I like the familiarity of my days. I like waking up, knowing you’ll be waiting at breakfast. That we’ll go to double charms together every Tuesday, and then work together on our assignments on Wednesday. I… I’ll have to find somewhere to live, I can’t stay with Anne and Sebastian forever. Sebastian already has plans to find a flat in London, and Anne has been courting that man from lower Hogsfield, and I-I-I…” Ominis knew he was rambling. He was floundering over every word that came out of his mouth, but you’d opened the floodgates.

“Ominis.” Your tone was patient and gentle, interrupting his stammered attempt to continue speaking. Just the way you said his name jolted his brain back into forming words.

“I am going to be alone, and I am going to be a disappointment. It doesn’t matter where I go, or what I do, I just know it. And perhaps I deserve that.” He breathed out, a horrible ache in his throat as he admitted the baseline of his worries.

“I don’t believe that for a second, Ominis.” You said, and his brows furrowed as he frowned. His hand stilled on the unicorn’s neck, earning himself an insistent nudge from the magical creature. He resumed his petting of the beast, giving you a chance to explain yourself. When you refused to elaborate, he huffed.

“What do you mean?” He demanded.

“You are going to do wonderful things, Ominis. You will not disappoint any one of us who love you, and the opinions of others are irrelevant. You are intelligent, charismatic, and very hard-working. I have no doubt in my mind you will be successful in whatever it is that you wish to achieve.” Your hand closed around his wrist. It made him feel ridiculous how much comfort your words brought him, yet made his entire body tense up with your touch.

“What if-” You cut him off with a finger over his lips, and he was frowning again.

“What ifs are not productive thoughts. You have told me many times that I am not my past, and the same principle applies to you. We’re finishing school, Ominis, we’ve still got our entire lives ahead of us.” Your hopeful tone carried so much conviction that it made his heart ache.

“Thank you.” He murmured.

“I still want breakfast with you every morning too, Ominis. I did promise you we would face it together.” You said. You believed in him, and showed no inclination to abandon him. He thought back two years, when you’d promised to face everything together. He supposed there didn’t need to be a murder to cover up between the two of you this time to still apply. In fact, he rather preferred this scenario instead. Together. He loved the word, especially when it came to you. Ominis had learned of his weakness for you very early into your meeting, and that weakness had rapidly spiralled into what he could only describe as devotion. Your hand slowly released its grip on his wrist, and he turned his hand to lace his fingers with yours. He loved how warm and strong your hands always were, especially as he found himself cold more often than not.

“I’m glad you understand.” Ominis said, giving your hand a little squeeze. His head lifted when he heard the distance chime of a clock, his brows rising in surprise at the late hour. He hadn’t realized how long he must have spent tossing and turning. Class in the morning was going to be torture.

“We should stay here tonight.” You said bashfully, your fingers flexing as though you’d pull your hand from his. He held onto your hand firmly, nodding and hoping you didn’t notice the little shiver that ran down his spine. It wouldn’t do to try and go sneaking back to the Slytherin common room now, especially with the prefects and professors lurking near the astronomy tower. That was at least the excuse Ominis was going to give himself. He followed you from the Vivarium, back into the comfortable atmosphere of the Room of Requirement, and then through the door you’d shown him earlier. You excused yourself to go prepare for bed.

Ominis took his housecoat off doing his best to ignore the knots in his stomach, climbing into the comfortable bed in the room. He tucked his wand away safely on the small table beside the bed, and got under the remarkably soft covers. They were far nicer than the scratchy things he slept with every night in his dormitory. When soft footsteps padded across the floor towards the bed, Ominis’ mouth went dry. He’d slept in a bed with others before, you wouldn’t be any different. The bed impressed slightly as you crawled in on the other side. Ominis rolled to face away from you, his face suddenly burning.

“Well… Good night.” He said a little stiffly, clearing his throat and shifting in his spot to try and get comfortable.

“Good night, Ominis.” You agreed, your voice as tight as his body felt. Silence blanketed the room, and Ominis closed his eyes willing sleep to finally tug at his overactive mind. The familiar feeling of tiredness never came, no matter how long he lay there. Instead, all he could do was lie there and listen to your breathing. It was peaceful enough, he supposed, although this whole situation was far too intimate. You rolled, and Ominis’ face burned when your hand bumped against his back before pulling back quickly with a mumbled apology. He lay there with his heart pounding violently in his chest, silently praying you couldn’t hear it. It seemed like an eternity passed, when he rolled onto his back with a loud sigh. You huffed a laugh next to him.

“You can’t sleep either.” He noted.

“Not with you tossing and turning like that. I’m surprised Sebastian didn’t stun you.” You said. He was not amused in the least.

“He did threaten to smother me with a pillow.”

“That would work.”

“Far too permanently for my taste.” Ominis rolled to face you.

“I’d try something… different.” You were close enough that your breath fanned over his face. The proximity only made the tension in his body build further.

“And what would that be?” He asked. Your warm hand reached up and ran through his hair. He let out an inadvertent groan, his skin prickling with goosebumps at the feeling of it. You slowly and carefully ran your fingers through his hair. The tension in Ominis’ muscles seemed to melt at your touch, his body visibly relaxing. Your deft fingers massaged at his scalp, slowly working your way down to his neck. Another groan slipped from his lips as the pads of your fingers traced over the sensitive skin of his neck and down onto his half-exposed collarbone. Your hands felt glorious on his skin, he leaned into your soft touch. Your fingers traced back upwards, combing through his hair again. Merlin, it felt so good.

“How’s that?” You asked, your fingertips lightly brushing along the outside edge of his ear. The only reasonable response he had was to grab you by your shirt and haul you against his lips for a hungry kiss. It was no small satisfaction to him, the way your fingers knotted in his hair and you pushed in closer. Ominis felt as though his heart was going to burst from the way your lips moved with his, and how your tongue slowly caressed his bottom lip. The small, pleased sound that rumbled in your throat as his hand smoothed over your chest went straight to the already uncomfortable strain in his pants.

He gasped as you shifted forward, gently pushing him onto his back without breaking the kiss as you leaned over him. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, taking advantage of his gasp. Ominis’ hands found your waist, snaking up under your night shirt to paw at your heated skin while his tongue met yours eagerly in long, lazy strokes. Merlin, the way you tasted. It was enough to drive a man mad, how sweet your lips and tongue were. Your fingers were at the buttons on his shirt, unbuttoning them nimbly as you trailed kisses from his lips to his jaw down onto his neck. He cursed violently when you bit down on the base of his neck and licked a stripe back up his sensitive flesh.

“Filthy little mouth on you.” Your voice was husky at his ear, your teeth lightly closing on his earlobe and your hand on his bare chest roaming down and down over his stomach towards the waistband of his bottoms. Ominis’ head tilted as he searched for your lips again, his hips bucking slightly at the groan you let out when he found them. He knew he’d chase this forever, the shivers you sent down his spine, the aching arousal you caused, the taste of your tongue… Ominis had been devoted to your mind and your heart before, but this was an entirely new beast and he loved it. A fractured moan ripped from his throat as your hand grazed along the length of his cock through his pants, the sudden friction made him absolutely ravenous for your touch. His hands roamed under your shirt, getting acquainted with every inch of your body that he could reach. Your hands, however, had gone annoyingly still.

“Please, do you want… I want…” Ominis could hardly string a sentence together. He could be embarrassed about it later, for now he just needed you to touch him.

“What is it that you want, Ominis?” You asked in a dangerous tone, your hands withdrawing from his body altogether. He was reminded of your power, and the importance you held in this world, and it sent a thrill to his heart that he was here and sharing your bed.

“You. I want you.” He breathed out, his fingers curling into your skin gripping your waist tightly. When you slid a finger along the waistband of his pants, he had to stop his hips from bucking. His heart pounded wildly in his chest as you pressed a sweet, chaste kiss to his lips and withdrew from his grip.

“You have me.” You murmured with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his jaw. He bit down on his bottom lip as you trailed kisses down his exposed chest, down and down to his belly while your hands ran down his sides. When you reached his bellybutton, your fingers hooked into his pants and he raised his hips to assist while you pulled them down. He let out a sigh as he was released from the confines of the tight cotton. Nerves coiled in his belly momentarily as he lay exposed before you, this had passed the untoward phase quite a while ago, and this would certainly change your dynamic forever.

Ominis’ nerves evaporated as your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and you let out an appreciative hum. He choked on a moan as your warm, wet tongue swirled around the tip of his length oh so slowly. A soft sound of longing rumbled in your throat, and that sinful tongue of yours ran up the entire underside of his cock before swirling around the head again. One of his hands gripped the sheets beneath him tightly, the other flew to his hand to muffle the moans that wouldn’t stop tumbling from his lips. You pressed a delicate kiss to the tip, before taking it into your mouth. Your tongue teased along the bottom of his tip as you slowly inched towards the base. His cock throbbed at the attention, and he could have sworn he had never been this vocal before. He was leaking already over your tongue, his hips tilted upwards as you took more and more of him. Ominis was in disbelief as your nose bumped against his pelvis and you moaned, creating the most delicious vibrations.

“Please.” He panted out, and you obliged. Your head began to bob to and fro, your hands massaging up and down his thighs. Ominis was sure he’d found utopia, and then your cheeks hollowed and you sucked. He whimpered out your name, his hips bucking as the hand covering his mouth found your hair and took grip. He’s got to be drunk, he’s had to have taken some sort of drug, for this amount of sheer pleasure to be making his toes curl like this. Your warm mouth took all of him, and he was a moaning whimpering mess as his hips rose up off the bed. You were moaning too, as his hips bucked and rolled and he fucked into your mouth to aid in your efforts. Ominis had lost coherent thoughts, the only thing he was capable of thinking of was you and the pressure that was rapidly building at the base of his spine. His hand twined in your hair pushed you down further as he lost all control. You stayed in place dutifully, with your tongue caressing him and the tantalizing sucking motion sending him barrelling towards the edge of an orgasm.

“Oh.” Was the only word he could manage as one of your hands lifted to massage at his tight sack as he fucked your face. Dull nails dug into the sensitive flesh just inside his thigh, and he was gone. His entire body tensed in anticipation as he reached his peak. Pleasure exploded inside of him, his toes curling and his hands gripping tight to your hair and the bedding respectively. Ominis hips rolled into your mouth over and over again as he filled your throat with his seed. You refused to let up on him, sucking him absolutely dry until he was whimpering and twitching beneath you. He was limp on the bed when you finally lifted your head, releasing him. He could hear your heavy breathing, and a ragged little laugh. He was sure he was a sight to behold. Likely a sweaty mess, completely disheveled and a far cry from his usual tidy appearance.

“You taste amazing.” You said, your voice a little hoarse. Ominis didn’t have the energy to respond in full, instead letting out a weak sound of acknowledgement. His mind was completely clouded with thoughts of you, of the lingering grips of the pleasure you’d brought him. Gone were his worries, there wasn’t a hint of anxiety remaining in his mind. You crawled back up beside him, tucking yourself against his chest. He was conscious enough to wrap an arm around you, keeping you close. Utterly spent, Ominis’ eyes closed and he listened to the sound of your breathing until sleep began to finally tug on him. As he gave into that tug of exhaustion, he listened to you whisper words of love to him. He drifted off into a deep sleep, dreaming of all of the ways he’d show you he loved you too.

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Moonlight Confessions || Ominis Gaunt

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Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x Fem Reader

Summary: At the end of Seventh Year, you decide it's time to finally confess your feelings to Ominis, who had distanced himself from you at the end of Fifth Year.

Word Count: 4247

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Seventh Year at Hogwarts was drawing to a close, and despite only spending three years at the magical school, you found yourself wishing for more time. However, a glimmer of excitement about the future and life after Hogwarts tempered you. Madam Howin had recognized your passion for magical beasts and recommended you for a post-graduation program. You would shadow a Creature Control Officer for a few months, an opportunity that filled you with hope for the future. The prospect of capturing and rehabilitating dangerous beasts seemed like a rewarding career path, and it made saying goodbye to Hogwarts bittersweet.

Since Fifth Year, things had changed. You had settled into the routine of being a regular student, no longer tasked with saving the Wizarding World from evil wizards and goblins. While relaxing, it also felt somewhat dull. Most of your free time was spent with Poppy, your best friend, still defeating poachers and rescuing beasts. Sebastian remained a friend, though not as close as before. After the events that unfolded, Sebastian, Ominis, and you had grown apart, a fact that weighed heavily on your heart as you reminisced about the good times shared among the three of you.

Ominis had become a lone wolf, withdrawing from others and keeping to himself. Despite your attempts to reconnect during Sixth Year, he brushed you off each time, always preoccupied or in a hurry. It pained you, but you understood his feelings. He harbored resentment towards you for siding with Sebastian after he killed his uncle, and learning about your use of unforgivable curses only widened the divide. You never had the chance to fully explain yourself to him.

It was difficult not to speak to him, especially in classes and shared spaces at Hogwarts. Your eyes would often linger on him, and many nights were spent silently crying behind the curtains of your bed. Yet, as time passed, you realized you had to accept the reality of the situation. Despite classmates whispering about him being a Gaunt and untrustworthy, you always defended Ominis, knowing his true character and the kindness within his heart, regardless of his past.

As the final days at Hogwarts approached, the uncertainty of whether you would ever see Ominis again weighed heavily on your mind.

All Seventh Year students had completed their NEWTs yesterday, and tonight marked the Year End Celebration, a special event exclusively for the graduating class. It was a final celebration before departing from Hogwarts and venturing into the world as graduates. As you woke up in the morning, you stretched beneath your sheets, taking in a deep breath followed by a yawn.

"Good morning, Y/N," Natty greeted from the next bed over. "I was worried you'd never wake up."

You glanced at your friend with one eye, the other still pressed against your pillow. Chuckling softly, you rolled over. The morning sun streamed through the windows of your shared dorm room, casting a warm glow against the red and gold decor. Natty was already dressed in her Gryffindor robes, her legs dangling off the side of her bed as she giggled at you.

Today, you were headed to Gladrags to pick up your dress for tonight's celebration. Graduating from Hogwarts was a momentous occasion, and you wanted to be sure you looked your best. Throwing off your bed quilt, you climbed out of bed and swiftly changed into a grey skirt and white blouse. Robes felt unnecessary now that exams were over, and classes had ended. All that remained was to await your NEWT results and enjoy the festivities.

With a quick goodbye, you apparated from your dorm room to the center of Hogsmeade. Floo Flames seemed pointless now that you had mastered apparition. It was surprising that they waited until Seventh Year to teach this charm; its convenience would have been valuable in the past. Despite its risks, the benefits outweighed them.

Entering Gladrags, the bell on the door chimed, announcing your arrival. Augustus Hill greeted you with a wide smile, his hands clapping together with excitement as you smiled back at him.

"Ahh, Y/N!" he exclaimed, as if he had been eagerly awaiting your arrival all day. "I'm so pleased to see you. Come, come," he motioned with his hand for you to join him behind the counter. You nearly skipped over, the anticipation of seeing your dress making your heart beat a little faster. The two of you made your way into the back room, which was filled with rolls of fabrics, enchanted sewing machines, and nearly anything else you could wish for to create any type of garment.

Augustus retrieved a hanger from a rack in the far end of the room, the dress hidden under a protective paper barrier. He returned to you, carefully beginning to remove the covering.

"Prepare to be amazed," he said with a smile. With one swift movement, the paper was pulled away from the hanger, and you gasped softly as you laid your eyes on your dress for the first time.

The dress was a floor-length gown, flowing and elegant. Made of deep red silk, it was adorned with intricate patterns and details, intercepted with hints of shimmering gold, adding a touch of luxury. The silhouette was graceful and flowing, cascading down into gentle folds. The neckline was modest yet elegant, catching the light and shimmering subtly as the sun poured in through the shuttered windows. It was mesmerizing, more beautiful than you had imagined.

"Merlin," you whispered, approaching it slowly, your fingers tracing along the luxurious material. "This is incredible."

"I know!" Augustus exclaimed. With a flick of his wand, a brown box floated out from one of the shelves and rested on a nearby table. The dress folded neatly into its package, which was then sealed up with a ribbon. "Ta-da," he spoke with a laugh.

"Thank you so much, Augustus. I can't thank you enough," you said, gently lifting the box from the table and clutching it to your chest.

"It was a pleasure, Y/N. That boy is sure to turn his head when he sees you tonight," Augustus said, winking at you.

"What boy?" you responded with a chuckle, warmth spreading through your cheeks, turning them a shade of pink. Augustus crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"You know what boy," he replied, his eyes rolling as he laughed softly. "Take care, my dear."

If only he knew that boy would never see this dress.

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With Poppy's assistance, you slipped into your gown. She used her wand to cinch up the back, causing you to feel a momentary tightness around your chest. She giggled softly and adjusted the ties, giving you some much-needed breathing room. Standing before the mirror, your hair elegantly braided, wisps framing your face, you couldn't help but smile at your reflection. You looked stunning.

Once both of you were ready, you made your way to the Great Hall. Other Seventh Years, accompanied by their friends, were also heading there, all dressed in their finest attire. As you approached the doors, the sounds of excitement from within grew louder.

Upon entering the Great Hall, you were greeted by a magical transformation. Enchanted decorations, ice sculptures, and elegant decor adorned the room, creating a magical atmosphere. The floating candles cast a warm glow, illuminating the festivities below. Students were already dancing to the music of enchanted instruments that played on their own. You exchanged a smile with Poppy before turning your attention back to the celebration.

Your eyes scanned the room, reminiscing about Augustus's earlier mention of "that boy." You kept an eye out for a familiar blonde head and hazy blue eyes. There were only so many opportunities to speak with Ominis, even if it was just to say goodbye or wish him luck. This time, you were determined not to let him slip away.

Sebastian stood proudly with the Slytherin Quidditch Team, his boisterous demeanor as familiar as ever. Having been a Chaser for the past two years, he now held the position of team captain. Despite not being a Slytherin yourself, you faithfully attended every game to cheer him on. Sebastian had dreams of becoming a professional Quidditch player, his talent evident with every match. As he told his friends exaggerated tales, his gaze found yours, and he called you over with an enthusiastic wave.

Poppy had already left your side, whisked away by a Ravenclaw companion she had grown close to. Making your way to Sebastian, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you. You had never presented yourself like this in front of your friends, particularly not Sebastian. Your usual encounters with him involved being covered in dirt and blood, clothes torn and tattered from your escapades.

"Y/N!" Sebastian exclaimed, enveloping you in a tight hug as you reciprocated, offering a gentle pat on his back. The scent of liquor lingered on his breath, a clear sign that he had already indulged in the evening's festivities. Chuckling, you pulled away, noticing the short glass in his hand filled with a brown liquid.

"You're really letting loose, huh?" you teased, a playful smile gracing your lips. Sebastian rolled his eyes, his smile unwavering as he swirled the drink in his hand.

"Got to make it a night to remember," he replied, taking a quick sip. His gaze drifted over you, a subtle widening of his eyes betraying his surprise. "Merlin, Y/N... you look... different."

"That's very charming of you, Sallow," you responded, your eyebrows furrowing slightly but still maintaining a smile. "I'm sure you'll make some lucky witch very happy one day."

Sebastian's eyes widened, color draining from his face as he held his hands out defensively. "No, no, no. That's not what I meant. You look... beautiful."

"Only teasing," you reassured, lightly hitting his arm. The color returned to his cheeks as he placed a hand over his heart with relief.

"You... that's evil, Y/N," he joked, laughter filling the air as you glanced around the room once more.

Across the room, leaning against the wall, was Ominis. One foot propped against the wall, arms crossed, his demeanor soft as he gazed around the room. You found yourself staring at him, lost in thought until Sebastian's whisper snapped you out of your gaze.

"Go," he urged, his head near your shoulder as he nodded towards Ominis. "And Y/N... tell him I wish him the best. And that I miss him dearly."

You nodded softly, offering Sebastian a farewell kiss on the cheek. His words resonated deeply; Sebastian had truly missed Ominis. They had been each other's rock, experiencing so much together over the years. Sebastian's devastation at the loss of their friendship, along with Anne's departure, had led to a period of spiraling. Thankfully, you had been there to help pick up the pieces and support him until Quidditch consumed his life in Sixth Year.

Swiftly, you crossed the room, making your way to Ominis. Stopping a few steps away from him, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

Ominis had undergone changes over the years. Older and taller, he retained his slender frame. His blonde hair remained unchanged, but his face had matured, his features becoming more defined. His jawline was strong, his cheeks angular, and his eyebrows sharply arched. His skin seemed like marble, chiseled to perfection by the Gods, and his milky blue eyes appeared even more mesmerizing. Despite his blindness, there was an intensity to his gaze that seemed to see beyond mere sight, delving into the depths of perception. He remained mysterious to those who didn't know him well.

Grateful that he couldn't see you admiring him, you mustered the courage to approach him. His head turned slowly in your direction as the sound of your heels echoed against the floor. Though his arms remained crossed over his chest, his foot gently dropped to the floor.

"Hello?" he asked quietly, awaiting a response.

"Hi, Ominis," you replied, now only a foot away from him. His eyebrows raised slowly, blinking in response as his arms dropped to his sides, his expression unchanged.

"Oh. Hello, Y/N," he responded, turning his head back towards the music.

"Are you... enjoying yourself?" you asked tentatively, unsure how to break the ice. You internally kicked yourself for attempting small talk, knowing Ominis hated it.

"Is that why you came over here? To see if I was enjoying myself?" he asked, still facing the music. Embarrassment washed over you. This wasn't going as smoothly as you had hoped. But at least he wasn't trying to escape.

"No," you responded quietly.

"Well then, what is it?" he asked softly.

"Would you..." you began, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "...dance with me?"

Ominis turned his head to face you, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Taking a small step closer, you gently placed your hand in his, bracing for his reaction. To your surprise, he gently gripped your hand in return. Relief flooded over you at the gesture. Without a word, you slowly led Ominis onto the dance floor, feeling his thumb caress your skin as you moved together.

As the slow, melodic notes filled the air, you and Ominis began to sway together on the dance floor. His hand rested gently on your waist, while your other hand was clasped in his. With each gentle movement, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, as if all the worries of the world had faded away. Lost in the moment, you moved in perfect harmony, savoring the closeness between you. The world around you seemed to disappear as you danced without speaking. As the song came to an end, you both slowed your movements, lingering in each other's embrace, cherishing the intimacy of the dance.

"I've missed you," you said softly, your gaze lingering on his features, each one familiar and dear to you. His smile, as warm as ever, mirrored your sentiment, softening his expression in a way that felt like coming home.

"I've missed you too," he replied, his voice carrying a weight of longing that matched yours. The shared moment between you felt timeless, and for a fleeting instant, you wished you could freeze time and remain in this embrace forever, his hands on you, his smile a beacon of comfort.

But as if on cue, the warmth of the moment began to fade, slipping away like sand through your fingers. His smile vanished, and he withdrew his hand from your waist, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I... I have to go."

With a suddenness that left you reeling, Ominis hurried past you, his wand casting a red glow to guide his way. You watched him disappear through the Great Hall doors, a sense of urgency propelling him forward, leaving you standing there, suspended in the wake of his departure.

Sebastian's eyes met yours, his silent gesture urging you to follow. With a determined nod, you maneuvered through the crowd, pushing past students until you burst through the doors into the Viaduct Courtyard. The red light of Ominis's wand beckoned from across the bridge, seemingly motionless.

Heart pounding, you raced across the bridge, the echo of your footsteps filling the air. The cool summer breeze brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as you closed the distance between you and Ominis.

As you reached him, he sat on a bench, his head bowed, hands cradling his face. Breathless, you came to a halt before him, determination coursing through you.

"No," you spoke firmly, your voice cutting through the silence. "You are not running away. Not this time."

Ominis lifted his head, tears staining his cheeks, his eyes red and swollen. Confusion flickered across your features as you met his gaze.

"You're crying?" you asked softly, a mixture of concern and frustration coloring your tone. How could he cry now, when you had shed tears over him for years?

He stood, wiping his eyes roughly. "Yes, Y/N. I am. Now, leave me alone," he demanded.

"No!" you exclaimed, your frustration boiling over. "I'm not leaving you alone. I've spent two years doing that, Ominis. I'm not going anywhere." Stepping closer, you grasped his hands in yours, refusing to let him push you away.

"Y/N," he began, but you cut him off, the floodgates of emotion breaking open.

"Two years, Ominis. Two years of wishing I could share my days with you, of longing for your presence, of needing you by my side," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you poured out your heart.

"I needed you, Ominis. And I think you needed me too," you said, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air between you. Ominis raised his head, his breath brushing against your face. His breathing was shaky, fingers trembling. "At least let me say goodbye," you whispered.

Ominis swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he blinked slowly. "Y/N," he started, his eyes flickering down before returning to your direction, "After everything that happened at the end of Fifth Year... I was horrified. It all began when Sebastian cast Crucio on you. I couldn't bear hearing you in so much pain." He squeezed your hands a little too tightly.

"But that was my choice," you responded quietly.

"That's not the point. When Sebastian... killed Soloman, I realized the path he had taken. And knowing you were by his side changed things," Ominis said, pain evident in his voice. "As long as you were with Sebastian, you weren't safe. I couldn't stand by and watch you become like him."

"You don't understand, Ominis. After that, things did change. Not the way you might think. Sebastian fell apart without you, without Anne. I was the only person he had left, and I helped put him back together. There's no more dark magic, no more curses, no more dangerous escapades in the middle of the night," you told him, squeezing his hands tightly. His expression softened, and you noticed him biting the inside of his lip. "At the beginning of Sixth Year, Sebastian and I... drifted apart. Just as you and I had. I tried to tell you so many times... but you kept running, refusing to speak to me. I had to give up, give you what you wanted."

"And what is it that you think I wanted?" Ominis asked quietly, his voice firm and unwavering.

You looked into his eyes, searching his face for a hint of emotion. He was hard to read at times, and you began to feel hopeless. You gave your head the smallest shake, slowly releasing his hands from your grasp.

"To be alone," you responded, biting the inside of your cheek, tears welling in your eyes.

"No, Y/N," he responded, shaking his head, a strand of hair falling from his head and draping in front of his eyes. "No one wants to be alone. However, it is best for me. I'm a Gaunt. It's not realistic for me to care so deeply for another. I had to distance myself."

Your heart fluttered softly at his words, a glimmer of hope emerging within you. Maybe there was a chance to turn things around, or so you hoped. "Why?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"I know my duty to my family, to our bloodline," he explained, his voice still quiet. "I was never supposed to find love, to care so deeply for another being. I'm to be married after we leave Hogwarts." He scratched at the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. His confession left you feeling sick to your stomach, regret gnawing at you for not speaking up sooner, though you wondered if it would have made any difference given the circumstances. "Y/N, my love for you ran deep. I was terrified. I couldn't allow myself to be in that position. I knew nothing could ever come of it. And I was aware of how strongly you cared for Sebastian."

You ran your hands over your face, stepping back from him as you struggled to process his words. Silent tears streaked down your cheeks, a mixture of sorrow and frustration consuming you. A part of you wanted to kiss him, while another part wanted to lash out. "What do you mean I cared so strongly for Sebastian?" you asked, your voice rising, the echo of your heels against the stone floor punctuating your words. Halting your movements, you returned to him, gripping the sides of his biceps. "It was never Sebastian. It was always you. Do you know how devastated I was when you pushed me away? How many nights I spent crying myself to sleep?"

Ominis remained silent, appearing uncomfortable and taken aback by your outburst. You scoffed softly, releasing your hold on him once again. "I'm sorry," he finally murmured, his voice barely audible. You placed your hands on your hips, turning away from him.

"I'm sorry," Ominis repeated, his voice carrying a weight of regret. "I didn't realize... I didn't understand the depth of your feelings."

You shook your head, wiping away tears with the back of your hand. "It doesn't matter now," you said, your voice choked with emotion.

"But it does matter," Ominis responded firmly, stepping forward and gently grasping your arm, turning you around to face him.

"No, it doesn't. You're to be married, Ominis. There's nothing more I can say," you replied, attempting to pull your arm from his grip. He held on tighter, refusing to let go, his expression softening as he searched your eyes.

"Tell me that you love me," he said strongly, pulling you closer until you were mere inches apart. "Tell me that you want me. Tell me to run away with you, that you're willing to sacrifice everything for me. Tell me that regardless of everything that has happened, you long for me." His breath brushed against your face, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of unexpected emotion at his words. They were earnest, serious, and it caught you off guard. With a small whimper, you spoke.

"I love you, Ominis," you admitted, reaching up to run your hand through his blonde strands, causing him to shiver at the unexpected touch. "I have always loved you."

Ominis moved swiftly, his hand finding the back of your neck as he pulled you into a longing kiss. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sensation, his hunger and passion evident as he drew you closer to him. His other arm wrapped around you, holding you tightly as your lips met in a fervent dance. Lost in the moment, you tangled your fingers in the hair at the back of his head, feeling butterflies fluttering in your stomach as warmth enveloped you. It felt like the world was spinning, the taste of mint and desire on his lips overwhelming your senses. He smelled of clean linen and old book pages, a comforting scent that made you feel safe in his embrace as your other hand traveled up his side.

As Ominis pulled back, the two of you quietly gasped for breath, foreheads pressed together. "Continue," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You released his hair, running your hand along the side of his head until it rested on his cheek. "I want you. I want to be with you," you confessed, pressing your forehead against his a little more. "I don't want to say goodbye, Ominis. I'd run away with you, sacrifice everything, if that's what it takes."

Ominis moved his hand from the back of your neck, gently tracing his fingers along your jawline before cupping your chin between his fingers. Leaning in, he placed a tender kiss on your lips, and you found yourself leaning further into him, relishing every sensation.

As he pulled back, the space between you small enough for whispered words, he spoke softly, his gaze intense. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything. More than what my family expects of me. More than what is considered safe or practical."

You felt your heart swell at his confession, the weight of his words washing over you like a warm embrace. It was a moment you had longed for, a moment of vulnerability and honesty that deepened the connection between you. "If you're serious, Y/N, I will leave with you. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you truly love me."

Your eyes shimmered with emotion as you gazed at him, wondering if he meant every word, afraid that this opportunity might slip away. "I mean it. I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again. I don't want to be without you, especially now."

Ominis smiled, his expression tender as he nodded in understanding. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, trailing soft kisses down your temple and cheek before capturing your lips in a long, tender kiss. "Then you won't," he murmured against your lips, sealing the promise with his embrace.

And in that moment, as you stood entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything. With renewed hope and boundless love, you were ready to embark on this journey together, hand in hand, into the unknown.

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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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Cheating || Ominis Gaunt

Synopsis - You have some drunked fun with Ominis on the sofa while your boyfriend sleeps in the other room.

Warnings - NSFW. Cheating. Unprotected Drunk P In V Sex.

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Your boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow, had retired to bed for the night and all your other friends had left your apartment to go home. It was just you and Ominis in the living room and you weren't exactly sure how you had ended up in the current situation. You were straddling Ominis' lap, playing with the tie that hung loosely around his neck as you whispered sweet nothings in his ears. "I've been thinking about you a lot recently."

"You have?" Ominis asked, his arms wrapped around your waist gently.

"Mhm," you hummed. "Want to know what your lips feel like against mine."

"We shouldn't," Ominis said quickly, however his hands didn't move from around your waist nor did he attempt to push you away.

"Sebastian is asleep," you said lowly. "He doesn't have to know. I just want to feel you Ominis."

"Merlin Y/N, we really shouldn't," Ominis whimpered, his hips wanting to buck up against your own.

You grinned against his hips lightly, a moan tumbling from his mouth as you did. "We don't have too if you don't want too but, Ominis, I want to feel you," you whispered. Ominis let out a strangled sound as the thoughts ticked through his head. He wanted you, desperately. "What do you say?" You asked, eyes heavy from the alcohol you had consumed as you watched his facial expressions changing.

There was silence for a few seconds until Ominis spoke up. "We have to be quick." This was all you needed. You jumped off his lap, stumbling over your own feet as you pulled your skirt up and panties down. You then turned your attention to the bulge in Ominis' trousers, your hands working immediately on the zipper. You shimmied Ominis' trousers and boxers down ever-so-slightly, letting his cock spring free from its restraints. You marvelled at the sight in front of you. His cock was slightly smaller than Sebastian's, but it was definitely girthier. His tip was plush pink and there were beads of pre-cum decorating his slit. You bent your head down and licked the tip, earning the former Slytherin to jump in his seat at the contact. "Oh!" He exclaimed quietly, before chastising you. "We don't have time for foreplay."

"Such a pity," you sighed with a slight pout, standing up straight. You put two fingers in your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, collecting as much saliva as you could on your digits. You then retracted your fingers from your mouth and slipped them between your thighs, lubing up your slit and your clit before straddling Ominis' lap again. You made sure to brush your folds against his cock as you took a seat, a gasp falling from his lips when he felt you.

"Y/N," Ominis groaned, bucking his cock against you to gain some friction. "Please don't tease me."

"'M sorry Ominis," you slurred, grasping his cock lightly and lining it up with your entrance before lowering yourself down onto him slowly, inch by inch.

"Oh Merlin-" he whimpered out quietly as he bottomed out into you completely. Your walls were already fluttering around him and your mind was spiralling. You were really sitting on your boyfriends, best friends cock. "Move Y/N," Ominis begged silently. You obliged, slowly moving up and down on his cock experimentally to gauge his reaction. You watched as Ominis closed his eyes, biting his lip hard in an attempt to stop the moans he so desperately wanted to let out.

"Ominis you feel s' good," you whispered into his ear, biting at the soft flesh of his lobe teasingly as you moved. "Oh so good."

"You think so?" Ominis panted, slowly moving his hips to match your paced bounces, his hands on your hips grasping at the fabric you had bunched up there. You let out a hum of approval and nodded as you began to move quicker on his lap. You couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady before pressing your lips to his in your first shared kiss together. The kiss was clumsy as you continued your movements and Ominis' inexperience really shone through.

"I'll take care of you," you said as you pulled away. Ominis nodded breathlessly and chased your lips, desperate to feel you again. You smiled drunkenly into the kiss earning a quiet laugh from Ominis when he realised you were smiling. You dropped one of your hands from around Ominis' neck to in-between your legs, circling the puffy bundle of nerves you so desperately needed to play with.

"W-What are you doing?" Ominis asked quietly between your lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

"Getting myself to cum, unless you want to do it," you said. Ominis nodded and moved one of his arms from your hips and replaced your hand between your legs. You let out a quiet moan into his lips, causing Ominis to smile at himself. "Keep going Om, I'm going to cum," you whimpered, rolling your hips against his own.

"I-I can feel you," Ominis whined quietly, quickening his pace on your clit. "Cum for me baby, you can do it." Ominis' praises pushed you over the edge and suddenly you were cumming around his cock, your cunt was spasming around his length. You stopped bouncing for a moment as your legs began to shake violently whilst your orgasm washed over you.

"Oh Merlin," you whispered as you came down from your high. You slowly started your movements once more, bouncing up and down on Ominis' lap. He nuzzled his head into your neck, letting out a string of moans that he kept silent by pressing his lips against your soft skin.

"Not going to last," he whispered to you. "Make me cum Y/N, please." You nodded slightly and quickened your movements, pulling off his cock almost completely before bouncing back down again. "Keep going - ah - I'm cumming!" Ominis groaned into your neck, thrusting his own hips up languidly as he came inside of you.

You slowed down your movements as Ominis twitched slightly. You were both out of breath and began chuckling as you pulled off Ominis and pulling your panties back up. "I didn't expect that," you said with glossy eyes from your own orgasm.

Ominis sighed deeply as he caught his breath. "Neither did I." You had both slightly sobered up after that and sat in silence for a few moments. "What do we do now?" Was all Ominis said as he zipped up his trousers, head turning in your general direction.

You shrugged to yourself, the realisation of what you did setting in to your sobering-up brain. "Keep being friends?" You suggested.

"Friends it is," Ominis said sadly.

"It's late," you mused, looking at the clock on the wall. "Would you like to crash here tonight?"

Ominis thought for a moment before replying, "is that okay?"

"Of course it is," you smiled. "I'll get you some blankets and one of my pillows."

"Thank you," Ominis said as he heard your footsteps retreat into your shared bedroom with Sebastian, only to return a few seconds later.

"Here you go," you said, passing Ominis the blanket and placing the pillow at the head of the sofa. "I should probably go to bed."

"Yeah," Ominis said quietly, his mind racing.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to wake Sebastian or myself up," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. You began to walk into the bedroom, but before you reached it, you turned back to Ominis and smiled at him. "Oh, and Ominis?"

"Yes Y/N?" He asked, blind gaze meeting your own.

"You were amazing," you said cheekily before disappearing into the bedroom.

That night, Ominis got little sleep. He was too busy thinking about the events that had transpired that led to his feelings for you to increase. He wondered if he would be able to be around you and Sebastian the same after tonight. But, that was a worry for another day. For now, Ominis tried his hardest to fall asleep to the sounds of both you and Sebastian snoring peacefully besides each other, his heart breaking ever so slightly.

It turns out, I can't end fics to save my life?

Requests are OPEN, but please specify whether or not you'd like SFW or NSFW when you request! My mental health hasn't been the best lately, so my motivation to write has been lacking. If you send in a request, please be patient with me. Thank you for understanding <3

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aislynn-wiley1999 · 17 days

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Summary: After feelings come to light, Ominis and Aislynn find themselves unable to pull away and say goodnight for the evening.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, penetration, oral sex, unprotected sex. Both characters are eighteen.

Word Count: 2.5k

Full fic can be found here on AO3!

Ominis and I just stand there, neither of us speaking. I’m so caught off guard by him standing here, that I don’t even know how to react to him. We just stand there, his mouth open in surprise and my eyes wide with shock.

“I was coming to-”

“I didn’t expect-”

We both shut our mouths, wanting the other person to finish speaking. I keep myself silent, wanting him to speak first. Ominis must know this, because he starts to speak again.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” he says softly, his voice shy and his cheeks red. I nod, then remember to actually speak. “No, I mean, yes I’m fine. I’m okay,” I tell him, trying to assure him as best as I can. Ominis nods, but I continue speaking. “I’m not angry, I just felt embarrassed about my hair, about why I cut it. It all seems so stupid now. Ominis, I’m so sorry.”

“Please,” he says, his voice pleading and full of regret. “I should apologize to you. No part of you is like my family, not a single bit.”

“I could say that about you as well,” I say. His face shifts, his breathing relaxes. “And I am sorry,” I continue, “I shouldn’t have implied that it was your fault. It wasn’t. I think, when I’m angry, I do these stupid and impulsive things. And I don’t want to do that anymore, I want to have a clear head when I make decisions.”

Ominis nods, understanding this. A look that I can’t decipher crosses his face. “Okay, Aislynn. I hold nothing against you, and I don’t want you think I am upset. I was just concerned, and wanted to make sure you were okay before sleeping. So, I’ll let you rest now.”

He stands there for a moment, his soft words and gentle intentions floating in my head. “Goodnight, Aislynn,” he says, turning his body slightly. But I don’t want him to leave. And as I decide in my mind what I will do, there is no impulsiveness. There is only logic, and the desire for something that I have wanted for a long time.

I reach a hand out, wanting to stop him before he turns away. “Ominis,” I whisper softly, just as my hand touches his arm. And as soon as he feels my touch, it’s like a restraint inside him snaps. He turns to me, grabs my face, and presses his lips to mine all in one swift second.

I’m so surprised that a small squeak leaves my lips as he kisses me, but I don’t give myself a second to be embarrassed by this. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers snaking into his hair, and I let him kiss me. I’m so consumed by him, the way his skin feels, the smell of him, how soft his lips are and how they move against my own.

“Can we… get out… of the… hallway?” I say against his lips. He nods, and I back into my room with him still attached to my lips. He shuts the door behind us, and I press myself against the wall by the door. Ominis places one hand on my face, the other on the wall by my head, and continues to move his lips quickly against mine.

When I kissed Sebastian, there had been a want. I wanted to kiss him, but I was not slow to pull away if I needed to. This is entirely different. I need to kiss Ominis, to touch him and to taste him, and I don’t want to stop ever. Now that I’ve kissed him, I don’t think I could ever kiss another person and be satisfied.

His tongue snakes itself into my mouth, and I let a moan out. Gripping his hair, I pull him closer, so close that he’s practically squishing me against the wall. He pulls his lips away for a moment. “Aislynn,” he says, my name coming out like a prayer, a song, a poem. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Say the word and I’ll stop.”

I keep my mouth shut, and I watch as the tiniest glimpse of a smile peeks onto his face. Closing the gap between us, I lunge for his lips again and press myself off of the wall. I steer him towards the bed, our eyes shut as we tangle our tongues and lips. I break away, just long enough to let him sit on the bed, before I climb onto him. My legs straddle his waist, and I brush his hair away from his face, just looking at him for a moment. “I don’t know how often people tell you this Ominis, but you are absolutely beautiful. Like you were carved from marble, or painted by someone long ago.”

He groans as I sink my fingers into his hair. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to keep my composure, Aislynn.”

I smile, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I promise, I don’t want you to stay composed tonight.”

Ominis lifts his head, his lips meeting mine, and we start again. It’s slower this time, the two of us wanting to savor each other for the first time. His hands move from my shoulders to my back, and I wriggle my hips slightly onto his lap, causing him to groan under me. I move my hand to the collar of his shirt, feeling just enough under it to touch his smooth skin. “I want to touch you,” I whisper, moving my lips to kiss his cheek, his jaw, down to his neck.

“Glad the feeling is mutual,” he says, his mouth open as I nip at him. Pulling back slightly, I yank my sweater over my head before tugging at his shirt. He follows suit, and I am greeted by the sight of his smooth, slender torso. His skin is like porcelain, peppered with small moles in an unorganized fashion. Ominis looks like a god, crafted by angels, who is not meant to be on this Earth.

I pull his hands, allowing them to rest on my bare waist. He skims them up and down my back, before touching the back of my bra. “Can I?” he asks, so gently that it makes me want to say yes to everything he asks for the rest of my life. “Please,” I whisper, attaching my lips to his neck once more.

Once Ominis has unclasped my bra and tossed it aside, the cool air hits my chest and I feel my nipples peak. His hands are still on my back, but I want him to touch me everywhere. Pulling away from his neck, his hands fall to my waist. I grab one and pull it up so that he cups my left breast. He follows with his other hand on my right breast, kneading me gently for a moment before pulling his left hand away and attaching his mouth to my nipple.

I gasp, his tongue making a swirling motion that causes me to grip his hair. I grind my hips, feeling him hard against me, and bite my lip to hold back a moan. “Let me touch you,” I gasp out, my voice breathy. He pulls away from my nipple, a popping sound as he removes his lips. “Not yet, I want to take care of you first,” he whispers, kissing my collarbone gently.

In a swift motion, he rolls me off of him and onto the bed. He props himself on his side, kissing me lazily as his hand traces circles on my stomach, working lower slowly until I am practically wiggling out of my skirt. “Ominis, please,” I beg, my voice whining and unlike how I normally speak. He smiles, helping me to drag my skirt all the way down and off the bed.

“Aislynn, I need you to tell me if I’m doing something wrong, or if you want me to stop,” he says suddenly, his face serious. I reach a hand out to touch his cheek, my thumb stroking him lightly. He’s so, so, so perfect.

Shimmying out of my underwear, I take his hand and place it over my center. “I don’t think there is any way you could touch me that would feel wrong,” I say with a small laugh, grinning at him. He smiles, before lowering himself over me and parting my open with his fingers.

My head falls all the way back on the bed, and I squirm as his hands touch every little bit of me. Memorizing my sex, the spots that cause me to gasp or move, before he does anything calculated. His hands guide him on what to do to me, and when his finger circles my clit and causes me to gasp, he seizes his opportunity and lowers his mouth to where his finger just was.

Pride be damned, by mouth falls open and I moan embarrasingly loud. My hands find Ominis’ head and hair, gripping him as he licks and laps at me. Neither of us are skilled, but he is so enthusiastic and devoted that it doesn’t matter. These loud noises are coming from where he devours me, and I feel every little motion his tongue makes on me. I’m convinced nothing could feel better than this, but then he slips a finger inside me and I cry out.

“Fuck,” he says, pulling his mouth away slightly and adding a second finger. “You feel amazing. You sound amazing, Aislynn.”

I moan at his words, unable to form a real thought in my head as he pumps his fingers into me. He lips find their target again, and I’m squirming and crying out, a coil in me tightening and promising something delicious. “Ominis,” I whine, my legs shaking and my hands yanking at his hair.

“Let me hear everything,” he says, curling his fingers in me as I climb higher to my build. I can see the peak of this, and with one last lick up my center I’m done for. His name, curses, incoherent words, they all tumble off of my lips as I writhe on his fingers and face, cumming so incredibly hard as he still moves his hand.

“Fuck, I- I need, oh god,” I cry out, wriggling away as it becomes too much. But he holds me, his mouth off of me but his hand still moving inside me. I look at him, at the drunken look over his face, at how his lips are glistening. He slows his fingers, but doesn’t stop them. “Please, Ominis.”

He pulls his fingers out of me, gripping both of my thighs and placing a soft kiss on the inside of my right one. “You are perfection,” he says, his words coming out with a groan. Feeling very exposed all of a sudden, I prop myself up on my elbow. “Let me touch you,” I plead, pulling him up so that he is over me. Touching the button on his pants, he nods as I undo them before standing and shuffling out of the. He takes off his last layer, and that’s it. Naked, both of us.

He climbs back over me, and I touch his length, pumping it a few times in my hand. He groans, but places a hand on my arm. “I just want to take you now,” he gasps, practically begging. “Please, Aislynn.”

“Okay,” I breathe out, letting go of him. “But I want to be on top.”

Ominis grins, shifting off of me and onto the mattress. I guide him to the top of the bed so he can sit against the headboard, and I climb into his lap. Placing a small kiss to his lips, I grasp him and line him up with myself before sinking onto him.

We gasp in unison as I lower myself, and I feel so unbelievably full and perfect with him inside of me. Rocking my hips slightly, I test out how to move my body on top of his. He groans under me, one of his hands on my hips as I try my best to move up and down on him. It’s messy, uncoordinated, and we are both not sure what to do.

It’s absolutely perfect.

His lips come forward, kissing my chest and finding one of my nipples before taking it into his mouth as I move on him. “Fuck, Ominis,” I gasp out, and he moans into my chest as I say his name. I’m rocking against him still, unsure of how to move faster, but he takes his mouth away and both of his hands fall to my hips, slowing my pace.

My brows furrow, and I think he wants me to stop. But instead, he snaps his hips up, driving himself into me and causing me to practically curse with a shout. It’s not particularly fast, but it’s deep, so much so that I feel it in the pit of my stomach as he moves in me.

“Please don’t stop,” I gasp out, grabbing his shoulders as he moves into me. He is slow, snapping his hips hard each time he moves. I clench around him and he groans, his hips stuttering. “Aislynn, I’m going to finish soon,” he says into my ear. I push my hips down, meeting his thrusts, and I moan in response. Moving my lips towards his, I kiss him as we continue to move slowly. My mouth opens, feeling myself tighten again. “Ominis,” I say, gasping and falling apart again.

Stars fill my vision once more, and I clench around him, hard. He slows, and I hear him groan. He gives me a few more thrusts up, and then I feel a warmth in me as he groans and says my name over and over again. Collapsing against his chest, he kisses my neck and jaw slowly as I pant against him.

Sliding off of him, I kiss his cheek quickly and get up to go to the washroom. I clean myself off quickly before heading back to where he is in the bed. “Scoot over,” I tell him, and he smiles and shifts on the bed so that I have room to climb in next to him.

He puts his arms around me, and all I can think of is how warm and tired I am. I feel him breathing against my hair, one hand stroking my loose strands. “Was that okay?” he asks, timidly and with so much care that my heart flips inside my chest.

Lifting my head, I press a long slow kiss to his lips. When I pull away, he is smiling. “It was perfect,” I tell him. And I mean it, I do. Messy and inexperienced and perfect. And I let myself rest my head on his chest, no thoughts in my head but a beating heart and a pretty boy with blonde hair.

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des111ree · 1 year

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·˚ ༘"Unforeseen Feelings" // SEBASTIAN SALLOW

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Pairings: sebastian sallow x f!reader

Warnings: one shot! angry love confession / mentions of alcohol.. mini angst ? mini fluff??? steamy kiss kindaaa // This a long one yall!!!

Summary: you and sebastian decided to sneak off to the astronomy tower one night, ominis insisting to getting some sleep instead. you two ended up going alone, and sebastian gains the courage to ask you the only thing that's been on his mind since he introduced you to ominis, angrily revealing 'unforeseen feelings' from you both.

Word count: 5252

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You giggle as you finally make it up the stairs, instantly rushing over to the rails of the tower, and looking out into the sky.

Sebastian follows behind you with a smirk and a shake of his head regarding your giggling.

"Ominis and his beauty sleep are missing out." You tease, tapping your fingers on the railing in front of you before spinning yourself around to face him.

"He knows precisely what he's missing out on.. He sneaks here rather frequently alone." Sebastian responds to your claim, taking in the fresh, cool air as you followed. Your elbows rested on the railing behind you as you watched him speak.

"Do you always find yourself informing people about others' business?" You respond smartly, giving him a smile with the raise of your eyebrows.

Since the day you met him all he's done was talk of other people and their doings. They weren't necessarily bad things, and you know YOU'D never say anything to anyone else, regardless of how small a thing it was. It was simply amusing.

He somehow knew everything about everyone. It was frankly a bit unnerving in the beginning.

"Mm." he hums in response whilst sitting down against the cold stone wall. "Just you." He shrugs in finish, lifting his knee up to his chest, reaching the hem of his pants and tugging down on it.

Your eyes wander around the tower, nodding calmly in response. Though the feelings that strung in your chest, and the bottom of your stomach, were far from that.

You roll your eyes at yourself for the dramatic response to his two words, sitting down with your back against the pillar, next to one of the telescope entrances.

You two were quite far from each other, not much wall between the telescope spaces to be sat up against.

"I know too much because of you." you add on, he just snickering on the side with a shake of his head.

"We've yet to find out more. Together." he states confidently, pushing your heart to flutter happily regarding his implication of doing and exploring more with you, willingly. You knew you two were friends, but still, him wanting or willing to do anything with you made you overly happy.

You were happily feeding into your delusions.

"Mmm, who's the next victim?" you broaden your eyes playfully, smiling before he responds back with an identical tone.

"Hmm. I was thinking we could sneak into Black's house and interrogate his wife," Sebastian nods with narrowed eyes, resting his elbow on his knee which is up to his chest.

You nod enthusiastically, eyebrows knitted together in honest shock with his messed up 'ideas'. Your hung-open mouth widens into a smile, scoffing uncertainly with a laugh.

"Steal some family photos.. Heirloom diaries and whatnot." he continues whilst you giggle more, looking and picking at his nails as if this was a normal conversation between you two.. Or, anyone.

A last chuckle escapes your mouth, making Sebastian shoot his eyes over to you, a faint smile peering past his lips.

Sebastian loved seeing you smile, so it became his goal every day to make you beam as much as possible with him. Which, frankly, wasn't very hard.

Sebastian was one of the few in the school with your shared humor. Others would call you lot immature and improper, but ever since you found Sebastian, it didn't matter anymore. Because you had each other to be 'immature' and 'improper' with.

You wouldn't have wished it to be any other way.

"If he even has a wife." You suggest with a raise of eyebrows, sinking your teeth in your bottom lip whilst in thought.

"We'll have to interrogate the million bottles of half-empty brandy throughout his house then." He suggests instead, sarcastically.

"What a sad, sad man." You nod in response, looking around. You hear Sebastian scoff a laugh, making you giggle in return due to his silly little 'planning'.

"Probably a real conversation we would've had in year 5." You smile at the thought, shaking your head.

"Yeah," he responds breathlessly, thinking back to that year you two did the most reckless things. Not too much has changed, but it certainly wasn't as bad as before.

Silence fills the tower as you're both in reflection of year 5, having both the worst yet finest recollections then. As Sebastian was most likely thinking of the terrible situation between him and his sister, you were stuck thinking of the day you met him.

You had enough time to heal from everything which happened before, having the best shoulders to lean on.. But with what Sebastian's been through... Who knows about him.

"It sucks Ominis couldn't be here." you blurt out, merely desperate to fill the silence.

Sebastians' head was slightly down, his eyes darting onto yours after your words. He attempts to read your face, looking away before responding.

"I suppose." Your eyebrows raise at his answer. "Suppose, hm?" You puff out your lips and narrow your eyes in thought, nodding at the response you wouldn't have expected from him.

"I don't mind being alone." he shrugs, his eyes fixated on yours. You hold eye contact for a moment before helping yourself up, and sitting next to him silently. Butterflies swarmed your stomach, attempting to brush them off.

You rotate your body away from him, resting your back on his shoulder in silence.

"Could I ask you something?" he questions unsurely, fiddling with his fingers.

You hum in response, bringing both your knees up to your chest. The cats got your tongue, your mind still swarming, and your heart still thumping rapidly due to his last words. You never seemed to be able to pull yourself together with him.

It's as though your feelings have a mind of their own, absolutely tweaking with any and every move he may make. It drove you mad sometimes, it was frankly overwhelming. But it was overwhelming with the best feelings ever.

Besides the nauseated sense in your gut regarding it.

"Anything." you add on, finally finding your voice and brushing off your thoughts.

Whenever you found the both of you alone somewhere, the air became a lot heavier, the vigorous tension weighing it down. You weren't certain if it was all constructed in your mind, but it was certainly there. For you at least.

Some certain remarks Sebastian makes have you wonder if he feels it too, but you never trust it fully, keeping yourself from looking and feeling like a clown.

"Does Ominis know?" His tone has gone low, trailing off his sentence, concerning you.

"Know what.." You respond unsurely, disoriented about where this could possibly be going. Was there something you weren't supposed to tell him?

"That you fancy him." Sebastian answers late, it paining him to hear whatever words which were to come out of your mouth next.

He always felt out of place around you two, as though he's always third-wheeling at what not.

He's attempted to talk to Ominis about it before, but he pushed it off, calling him crazy. That made him wonder.

Sebastian was fairly jealous when it came to you two, knowing Ominis has many strong factors in his personality, and that he's very desirable when it may come to women. Always has been. More than him on most ends.

Ominis could see Sebastians' feelings toward you, and he knew that. Which is why he was so worried. He wondered if you'd said anything to him about 'your feelings towards him', and he didn't tell him.

"Fancy him?" Your tone reads shocked, absolutely dumbfounded from where that's come from.

Sebastian sighs. "You heard me just fine."

He's grown tired of the both of you 'playing dumb', but little did he know he was very much making stuff up in his mind.

"And where did that come from?" You ask, turning your body around to face him instead. You sit with your legs crossed, staring at him in concern and question.

Where could he have possibly gotten that idea from? Is he a fool?

He's sure to not return your gaze, the topic being sensitive to him.. Slightly embarrassing, frankly. But he needed his answers.

Sitting in silence whilst the two of you sat & chattered of whatever, was eating him inside out. For years.

"I mean it isn't exactly a secret. Whenever it's us three about, between the two of you, I start to feel left out."

Your mouth gapes open, stunned. How could he be so blind?

"Sebastian, you can't be serious." You respond with a scoff, causing him to avert his eyes from you further.

All these years of merely wanting HIM, and he thinks I'm in love with his best friend??

"I've felt it since our 5th year, y/n."

"Then you're the only one." You respond instantly after him.

Regardless of you calling yourself crazy for it, you always felt something between the two of you. The passive flirting, constantly needing to be around each other, etc etc, for the past 2 1/2 years. But him questioning this made you think. Was it one-sided, or is he jealous?

He couldn't be.

"Seb..." You say softly, hoping to gain his attention. But he doesn't look your way. He shakes his head with a scoff, repeating your nicknaming.

"Seb." He mocks, his eyes not trailing towards yours once, matter of fact they wander everywhere but onto you. You didn't understand his sudden coldness but Sebastian was hurting himself with these made-up feelings of yours toward Ominis, forcing himself frustrated. But of course, you didn't know this now.

You go to place your hand gently on his knee, but he flinches, causing you to jerk your hand away, watching him stand up from the floor.

Your watch him silently in confusion, hurt and concerned with how he's acting.

Sebastian would sometimes get like this, randomly. You learned to just let him feel it out, then be there for him once he came to you, or else you'd get pushed away. He tends to do that to people he loves. Push them away.

As he stood up he began to pace a bit, before walking over to one of the railings, thinking to himself while looking into the grounds below us.

"Sebastian.. What's wrong?"

You notice his jaw clench at your voice, suddenly going tense. He usually did the exact opposite at the sound of you, which made you even more confused.

Your heart started beating faster, resting in your stomach as you grew ill of worry. Whenever he gets like this, it brings back memories of year 5. Terrible, terrible memories you never wish to relive again.

But it feels as though you are when he gets like this.

“Seb-?”

“I cant-“ he cuts you off, attempting to drain out your voice with his own, but he trails off.

He can’t handle you questioning him, because he knows he’s going to give in and expose his feelings to you. He’ll give in to anything as long as it’s you telling him to. And right now he knows you want answers. And frankly, he needs to give them to you. He feels swamped with all the kept emotions inside him from everybody that he has towards you.

Which is what causes him to just blurt it out. “I can’t do this anymore.”

He turns around to finally return your gaze. His lips quiver, but no tears appear. He’s more afraid than he is upset, but then again it varies.

“Can’t.. Can’t what?” You practically whisper, shaking your head as you watch his lips fail to stay content.

“Why are you always acting like this?” His face goes angry but his eyes are more hurt, glossing over. His mouth gapes open in a deep breath, his eyebrows knitted together in anger and confusion.

Your voice doesn’t work, merely mouthing the words ‘acting like-???’ in confusion, your eyes going glossy toward the swamp of sentiments in your chest.

You didn’t understand what was happening but you understood you must’ve hurt him in some way, which hurt you.

And the sudden waves of emotions made you grow overwhelmed, confused, and frankly sad. You two were having a great time on your way here, how'd it suddenly get so serious?

You would've been used to it by now, just wait for it to pass, but the vibes were heavier and different this time. You knew it had something to do with you now, your mind swarming with questions about what you could've possibly done to get him so heated like this. Was it something you said?

Sebastian swallows the lump in his throat, his jaw clenching harder. His lips didn't seem to stop quivering, only getting worse with each thought passing through his mind. Frankly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more concerned for him in years since right now. The lip quivering and hurt eyes… It was different.

But you chose to stay quiet. Well, honestly you didn’t know what to say. Just let him talk.

"Acting like you don't know." His voice was softer but still tense. He was clearly very uncomfortable, and so were you. Your eyebrows didn't leave each other's side, knitted jointly.

Your confusion seemed to just grow bigger and bigger inside of you at every word he said and every one of his actions. 'Don't know..' 'Don't know...'

You let your eyes wander as you thought hard. Don't know what? You were clearly unsuccessful with your study, darting your eyes back onto his.

He stood there leaning against a wall, his leg over the other, watching you with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, as if he were waiting for you to get it.

He realized you were just as confused, so he sighed in response. He closed his eyes and turned his back toward you, running his hand through his hair as he backed away from the wall, and paced again. Certainly a pacer.

"Don't know wh-" You were asking in question, but it seemed as though you began talking, he grew more frustrated. He was. Not necessarily at you, but at the situation.

He interrupted you, his next words painting the tower LOUD with silence.

"That I've loved you this whole time?!" He raises his voice in frustration, now facing you.

You're at a loss of breath, your mouth gaped open in absolute shock. Your eyebrows curve up a bit, reading his facial expressions.

Your eyes dart between every crevice in his face, trying to gather your thoughts together.

Was he serious? Of course he was. But why? Since when? How? Your heart was warming, fluttering in your chest whilst your gut was in the ground, a nest of butterflies attempting to escape it felt like. You were beyond happy, yet confused, relieved, exhausted, and ANGRY.

Angry about why it took him so long. All the restless nights could've been saved? This whole time you were left wondering.

"Are you serious?" you blurt out, frustration peering through your tone as anger gets the best of you tonight.

You stood up, walking towards him. He just watched you, his eyebrows knitted together as his lips finally stopped trembling.

As soon as you got close enough, you pushed his shoulders as hard as you could, causing him to stumble backward. His mouth immediately opened in shock, confused.

Just as he gained his balance again, you pushed his right shoulder, it now being your turn for your lips to shake.

"All," You paused between your words, pushing him between each one. "This," Your arms got weaker, pushing him with less force. He didn't even defend himself, he just stood there watching you, his hands brought up under your arms, holding your elbows gently just in case he had to stop you.

"Time?" you finished your sentence, slightly whimpering with your last, weak push. You looked at him with glossed-over eyes, a red nose, and fluttering lips. His eyebrows threaded together as he tried to read your facial expressions, confused about your feelings.

His hands rested on your elbows, still trying to scan over your eyes. This was the one time he couldn't tell exactly what you were feeling, and frankly it drove him mad.

"Wh.. What are you thinking.." He asks breathly in a confused manner.

You scoff in response, ripping your arms away from him. The glide of his hands brushing off your elbow as you did so, sent shivers all up your body. You take a deep breath to regain your strength, stepping backwards once more as you look up at him angry, but the hurt in your eyes stopping you from looking intimidating.

"What am I thinking?" You asked breathlessly, almost in shock. Definitely in shock.

"Just about all the nights I've lost sleep over this," You take another step forward, causing him to step back, thinking you were going to push him. Your voice is barely raised, but enough for him to know you were angry, for whatever reason.

"All the doubts, the swarming thoughts, the tears, the anxiety, the-" You trail off, thinking of every single day for the past 3 years you drove yourself crazy thinking and wondering about just this. The insecurities of which grew, the wondering if it was all in your head. You nearly went crazy.

"Now?!" You hit him again, but not too hard. Just enough for him to lose slight balance. He watched you with lightly broadened eyes, and a gaped open mouth. His eyebrows seemingly GLUED to each other.

His face grew more tense and angry, snapping back after he gathered his thoughts. "How do you assume I felt?!" his arms slightly lift in unbelief.

Denial then fills over your whole body, causing you to scoff. "No." you shake your head, blinking the tears away. Your nose was red and highlighted. You shake your head for a second, looking him in his eyes as you just completely turn around and walk away from him.

Leaving the situation isn’t exactly what you wanted to do, but you needed to process all the swarming sentiments in your body right now.

"No?" he asks in disbelief, confusion in his tone. "What do you denote, no?" He continues questioning you, stopping you from completely leaving the tower. You stop in your tracks, right before opening the door to the stairs.

"I love you.?" he states, though he's confused with why you're telling him 'no.' He was questioning if you were blowing him off or if you didn't believe him.

"No."

"I do-"

"No! Sebastian. no." You raise your voice a bit higher to override his words. As much as you've been longing to hear them come out of his mouth, you didn't believe it. Therefore you didn't wish to hear it anymore. He was just confusing platonic love with romantic love. Or so you convinced yourself.

"I just apprised I'm in love with you, y/n-"

You talk over his words, shutting your eyes harshly in frustration. you wished he would shut up, because the more he told you, the more it hurt you. Knowing he possibly had no idea what he was talking about hurt you to your core.

"You're NOT- how?" you interrupt yourself, turning around to face him. You pause before continuing your question, watching him.

"How do you know." You ask, standing still in silence as you await a reply. You didn't expect much of a response, because you had already convinced yourself it wasn't true. It was just a mistake on his end.

As if it seemed his eyebrows couldn't thread jointly any more than it was, it did just that. "How do I know?" He asked in a whisper, breathlessly. His voice hardly even strung out.

You bite on your bottom lip in anticipation, knowing his answer would just back up your claim to him not knowing what he was talking about. Fire in your chest grew, your anger not leaving at all. You didn't want to stick around to hear it, but a feeling inside of you thought just maybe he would feel the same. Or at least hoped for him to.

"I KNOW because it's all I've thought about since I met you, y/n"

"No. No." You say as he speaks, interrupting him again.

"No. What do you mean no? Why no?" he responds the second you voiced your first 'no.' talking over you as well.

You just shake your head in response, and just as you were about to form your lips to say another 'no' he interrupted you before you could.

"Yes. Yes, I do. Y/n.. Merlin- Yes I do." He's practically begging for you to believe him, yet still has sternness in his tone. Your mind seemed to stop working properly, and just the mere way you were standing there in this situation had you overly uncomfortable. You had no train of thought, yet all in the globe.

You had no idea what to think or feel, yet you were pondering and discerning everything imaginable all at the same time. You felt nearly sick to your stomach with the fast change of emotions and all the sentiments you were experiencing at once.

He clenches his jaw at your silence, taking in your frankly rude denial.

"I finally tell you after all these years and how you respond is denial? rejection?" He scoffs, looking away. This whole argument his accent had just grown stronger and stronger, as it usually did. When he was upset, Angry, or sad it'd heavily enhance. But since he was both at the same time, it was brutally strong.

You pierce your lips together as you take in his words. Your eyebrows aren't as tense as before, softening as they curve up the glossier your eyes get.

"The bloody hell are you talking about, 'no'??" He pauses, his face tensing and getting clearly angrier.

"Fuck, y/n?!" he complains breathlessly, looking at you with confused, curved eyebrows.

He blurts out more words, gaining more anger in himself, but you block them all out. You block his voice out of your head, not taking in a thing he's saying. You just watch him spit and scoff in frustration as your face falls straight and stern. You sheer watch carelessly, before interrupting his rambles.

Your head begins shaking at him, yourself, and frankly the whole situation. Your eyes are truly tearing up now, as your face tenses up. Who knew your lips could quiver anymore, tweaking your voice trembly.

"Fuck you." you blurt out, yet slow and softly. You stand still and careless, just watching him. Watching him as anger fills in your chest, most likely along with his.

You stare as he pauses in the middle of his words, turning his head to look at you. Confusion, Disgust, and anger paints over his face as he just glares in return.

His lips curve and mouth slightly opens to create the word ‘what’, but his lips don’t move anymore, not one sound coming out from him.

“Fuck. You, Sebastian.” you repeat yourself, pausing between each word. You wanted to be SURE he heard you and understood what you were coming off as, CLEARLY.

He blinks twice fast, his eyelashes fluttering in confusion. His breath hitches in his chest, physically feeling his stomach drop. He pierces his lips together in response, slowly walking up to you.

You didn’t move an inch as he approached, standing still and tall, heightening your chin the closer he got. He now towers over you, tilting his head down which causes you to feel his breath on your forehead.

“Oh, fuck me, huh?” He looks directly down into your eyes coldly, towering over your whole body. You don’t return your regard, staring at his chest as you nod slowly.

“Enlighten me. What did I possibly do to you.” he asks, except question wasn’t in his tone. Pure strict and demand was.

He was almost whispering with how low his voice was, and each breath he breathed on your forehead caused shivers sent down your spine.

“I hate you.” You whisper, your voice cracking. “You’re a fucking coward.”

Your voice tracks off before your able to finish your sentence, swallowing the lump in your throat. You were at the verge of crying, but you blinked back your tears. You hated the way he still proceeded to make you feel, even in an argument like such.

You were feeling many emotions, and the strongest one was anger. So that’s the one you used. You couldn’t believe it after all this time. All the times he’d have gotten so angry at you or distanced himself from you when you got close to a guy, but then never confessing drove you mad, and so confused. As confused as ever. It’s like you couldn’t do anything with anyone else but him, but he could still go and do whatever he wanted. You were exhausted.

The confusion you felt due to it kept you up so many nights, it genuinely breaking you the more it occurred. He never gave reason or anything as such. He just forbade it. Or got angry if you did. It’s not like you wanted anything to do with anyone else but him anyways.

You push Sebastian away from you with a small whimper. You begin to choke on your tears due to the attempt of dismissing any other crying noise to escape your lips in embarrassment.

Sebastian skips backward, keeping himself content on the ground. He merely glances down at you from the distance, not blinking or moving his gaze elsewhere. His eyes get sadder and lower, feeling heavily rejected. His heart is heavier than the feel of this ‘rejection’, fallen into his gut.

His eyes wander off of you, losing perception of time and reality as he dissociates into his swarming, hurtful thoughts.

“You made me feel so trapped, all these years.” You start slowly, scanning over the ground before fixating your gaze back on his face as you paused. You noticed him spaced out, snapping back into reality at the sound of your voice as his eyes follow back onto your face. His expression didn’t change, watching you hurtfully. His eyebrows curved in concern and intrigue, wondering where you could’ve been going with your statements.

“So isolated from any other boy.” You finish, still having more to say. You read his expressions before gathering your next words, seeing him try and take in what you were saying. He was frozen, stuck processing.

“I hate you for making me feel as if I was chasing someone who was so blinded by me wit-“ You took a deep breath, trying to take control of your quivering lips, and keep yourself together.

“With friendship and .. And platonic love.” You finished, sniffling away your tears and runny nose, fixing your face to be more cold and direct again.

You look up at him and hold eye contact harshly, giving him a mean stare with hurt eyes.

“You have loved me..” you start off with a low voice, steadily, piercing your lips together as your anger builds up inside you. Your eyes shut harshly, opening as you finish your sentence.

“This whole. FUCKING TIME?” Your voice progressively gets louder until your practically yelling it in his face, stepping closer to him and pushing him again with a grunt.

“FUCK you. I have been SO EXHAUSTED and WORRIED all of these FUCKING YEARS being unsure about EVERYTHING, and NOW?!” you step closer to him after he stumbled back, keeping his feet on the ground.

His face grew angrier and tenser as you continued your sentence.

“I frankly don’t get how you DIDN’T NOTICE?” Sebastian finally responds in the same tone as you, his voice loud but not as loud as yours was, for his hurt and pain where nearly overcoming his anger momentarily.

“How the bloody FUCK was I supposed to notice when you would talk to every other girl the same way you do I?”

“What are you rambling on about?? You are so much closer to me than any other girl?”

“We trauma bonded, I thought we’d just naturally become close from everything we’ve been through together??” You create excuses for yourself, truthfully still in denial. But a bit of it left here and there, more and more as the two of you blabbed on.

“Frankly! But you could have simply payed attention to context clues. I never treated you like any other girl. You were my onl-“

“Fuck, Sebastian.” you whisper to yourself, interrupting him. You look away with a scoff, as he grows additionally angry.

“You could’ve just fucking told me yourself as well!! You’re mad at me for not saying anything but i’ve been dreading this since our 5th year?!” He complains completely frustrated and shocked, in disbelief.

You mere shake your head and ignore his words. Your mind keeps thinking about all the restless nights because of this exactly. And as much as you’d be extremely happy to hear his words, you’re angry. You’re angry and frustrated. Assumably making yourself feel this way, but you weren’t thinking of such right now.

“All these FUCKING MEN to try and get over you is FUCKING INSANE. i grew so exhausted wondering if you felt the same way or not!!!-“ You complained more, pure adrenaline based off of your anger yet extreme happiness. You didn’t understand the mix of emotions but you did understand your anger and frustration.

“I feel the same GOD DAMN WAY why are you yelling at me like it’s all just on me-“ he complains right after you, but you talk over him.

“-All these fucking jealous wars and sleepless god damn nights…-“ You were practically rambling on to yourself, letting it all out since you’ve never been able to say it out loud before.

“you isolated me from any and all relationships with any other girl because you were just always on my bloody mind and I was always wondering if you liked me or we were just friends or wh-“

You guys then go on like this, continuously bickering back and forth, mostly talking over each other. You were both extremely angry and frustrated at eachother, or so the situation. Clearly.

Yet happy. So fucking happy.

Whilst you just started screaming and yelling at each other, you stepped closer and closer, getting in each other's faces. His breath made contact with your forehead again, but you kept yourself together. The irritation and mixed emotions held you strong.

You look up at him to hold eye contact while arguing over each other, to let him KNOW you’re pissed. Both of your faces paint tense and angry, anyone who would’ve spotted you two arguing would assume things were to get violent.

But finally, Sebastian shut up. By shutting you up.

He aggressively grabbed the back of your neck and smashed his lips harshly against yours. You immediately kissed him back, all your thoughts draining from your head at the simple feel of his lips.

Yours brushed like velvety silk, smoothing over each other perfectly. His hands made their way to both sides of your head, dragging you into his kiss harder. Your hands traveled up to feel over his chest, just as you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss.

He didn’t think twice as his tongue already made its way in, both of your mouths perfectly jointed together like a fitted puzzle piece. You were both nearly out of breath but refused to break apart until it literally depended on your life, breaking free of the anger by taking it out on each other. Passionately. Romantically.

Perfectly.

You two broke apart gently, your foreheads resting against each other as you breathed the same breath, all the air from your lungs nearly 100% vanishing due to the hold of the kiss, and all the before disputing.

All the anger disappeared from inside you both completely, your hearts fluttering with joy, and pounding like never before.

You broke the contact from your foreheads to look at his face fully, brushing your hand over his cheek, holding it in your hand. You go on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his nose, but he interrupts it by kissing your lips again instead. His hands brush down your lower back, pulling you in closer to him.

Your lips mash into each others' hard, the feeling of him smiling against your lips yields you to as well. You break away from the kiss, his lips desperately following yours again like a lost puppy, but you back your face away from his.

"I'm in love you." You breathe against his mouth, your eyes traveling up into his as he breaks his look away from your lips onto your gaze.

"No." he responds breathlessly, teasing and mocking you. You giggle softly, knotting your fingers into his hair as he pulls you into a hug, snickering in return.

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✧.*Authors Note: hi! I'm honestly not too sure how I feel about this one but I spent too much damn time on ts so it's getting published.

I loved the idea of an angry love confession from Sebastian and y/n, but I feel as though I might've rushed it a bit and didn't portray Sebastians' personality as well as I could've... But frankly, I'm just desperate to post this one shot so I'm happy as hell writing this authors note right now lmfao. Enjoy feeding into your delusions with me!!

And again, kind feedback/advice is very very welcome!!

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Ominis Gaunt 🦇 vampire style 💚💚

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ominous-corridors · 1 year

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Reunion // Ominis Gaunt

Warnings: NSFW. Dominis. Unprotected sex.

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

One shot

Word count: 4,744

Keep in mind I'm Dyslexic so there may be spelling/grammar/punctuation errors.

Summery: Ominis has been gone on Auror work and has been out of the country for years. He is finally home and comes around for a little reunion.

A/N: I'm so sorry you are all subjected to such a long rambling. My fingers ran and I followed. Hope you enjoy. Part of this was inspired by this image.

Ominis Gaunt. How to explain Ominis Gaunt?

He was kind. He was caring. He understood your problems. It was very interesting when she learned he was blind. It was many years ago, she had failed a Charms exam. Looking back on it now, that exam wasn't even that important. It was a silly thing to think about how hard she was crying as she walked through the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. The echoing of shoes and sobs following her as she wandered aimlessly around the castle. All of her other friends had already gone to their other classes, leaving her alone with her emotions and thoughts.

"Excuse me?" A gentle voice said behind her.

Turning, she saw a boy. She had seen him before, with his blonde hair slicked back and his piercing blue eyes that never seemed to see her. He was in one of Her other classes, Herbology maybe?

She wiped her face on her robe sleeve, trying to rid the signs of her salty tears before he could get a good look and ask questions.

"Yes?" She said, maybe a little more cutting than she intended.

He didn't seem to notice, "I couldn't help but hear you crying. Are you alright?"

He knew.

"O-Oh. Yes.....I'm fine," She gave a weak smile in hopes of reassuring him.

"You don't sound fine," He took a few steps closer to her, his wand firmly held out in front of him.

Why did he have his wand out like he was ready for a fight?

She sniffled again, "I am. Promise."

A small chuckle escaped his lips, "Very interesting. Already making promises and braking them. And we haven't known each other more than five minutes."

What did he know?

He made his way across the marble floor to stand in front of her. It was interesting, the way he had come from only lead to a dead end, but she could have sworn he wasn't there when she originally passed that part of the corridor.

"Please, I know you don't know me very well, but I can be a very good listener. If you need to talk with someone."

And that that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. Not only did he help her feel better that day, but he was always the constant comfort for her during the rest of her schooling days. It wasn't exactly either of their faults when things started to get in the way after graduation and neither of them had really seen each other in person for a few years. Always owls back and forth about where their career paths took them.

Ominis was actually a very good Auror, despite his lack of vision. He and Sebastian worked together, which made her happy that they could stay close with one another. It was a nasty thing that happened with them during their fifth year. It took a while for them to rekindle their friendship. That was really when Ominis and her got close. They were good friends before, but in those months after the incident, Ominis was the one who needed comfort. And that's where she came in. He had alway been there for her, and it was her turn to be there for him. And that's how she found out more about his family. What they did to people. To Him. And there was no way she were going to make him go back to them over the summer.

So she offered to let him stay with her. An offer he tried his hardest to refuse, but she wouldn't let him. The summer months spent with her family were an integral part of what made their bond so strong. The days spent out behind her home sitting in the grass under the old oak tree. The sound of her voice as she read him all of those stories she always talked about. He would often slip into a cat nap as she read to him. When she noticed she couldn't help but smile and continue on reading, lest he wake up again.

And now here she was, sitting at the table in her flat as an owl swooped in, dropping a letter in front of her. She had been expecting the small envelope for a few days. Details of when Ominis would be coming into the city again. He had been away somewhere in Eastern Europe on a case for a while. He had told her that she would not be able to refuse to see him, it had been far too long. She had offered him to come to her flat. She knew he wasn't one for crowded pubs, much preferring a quiet setting.

I'll be there on Friday.

7pm.

Ominis

It was an oddly short note, but he surely was getting things wrapped up and didn't have a lot of time to be sending out his normal pages of writing she had grown accustomed to.

She fiddled with her dress, smoothing the silk under her fingers. The motion was almost unconscious, a way for her to let out the small bit of anxiety that was bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. She poured herself a glass of wine and took a few sips, hoping to calm her nerves. She knew that Ominis couldn't see her, but she still felt the need to check her appearance in the mirror one more time, just to be sure she looked okay. She had always had a soft spot for the man--She even had a crush on him during their school years. She could feel the old emotions of that school girl crush coming back up to the surface as the clock inched closer to seven. She shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. It had been years since she'd seen him, she was acting silly.

There was a knock at the door.

She set her glass down on the table before making her way down the hall and opening the door.

And there he was, in all of his glory. Time had been very kind to him. He still sported his hair style from school, slicked back and still just as blonde as it had always been. He still had the same smile on his face. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she took him in. He had a wonderful blue three piece suit that fit his chest and arms snuggly.

She took a deep breath, collecting herself, "Ominis!"

"Hello, dear," He held his arms out, inviting her in for a hug.

She didn't hesitate to walk right into them as she snaked her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest. She felt his arms close around her in a tight hug. The feeling of being in his arms was just something so right. She could feel the butterflies of her old crush fluttering in her chest. She almost welcomed them as she took in his cologne. He smelled of mint and something she couldn't quite pinpoint. Perhaps a new aftershave? It had been a long time, he was bound to have something different about him. She wasn't complaining though, she welcomed the delicious aroma he put off.

"Miss me that much?" He chuckled, still holding onto her tightly.

She felt the rumble in his chest as he laughed, and she realized she could hear his heart beating as well, thrumming against his ribs. She looked up at him from her place in his arms and giggled lightly as his jest.

"Is that such a bad thing?" She questioned with a teasing tone to her voice.

She saw the small smile he had been wearing grow wider at her question and he shook his head, "I suppose not."

She smiled up at him and slowly pulled away from his arms, taking his hand and leading him into her home, "Tell me about Eastern Europe. You know I don't get to travel. I would love to hear about it."

They found seats at her small table in her kitchen and she poured him a glass of wine before sitting back where she had her own sitting from before.

"Well, I'm not sure how much I can tell you. Sebastian did do a wonderful job at painting me a picture of what it looked like, but I'm not sure I could really do it justice," He admitted as he took a sip of his wine.

"Well, tell me how you saw it. What opinions do you have in that brilliant head of yours."

He smiled again, "Well, how to describe it...."

He thought for a moment, swirling his wine in his hand as he sank back in his chair. He was starting to relax, lose all those silly 'proper' mannerisms. He knew he could really relax with her, not have to worry about the judgment he was so used to.

After a moment he spoke up, "Well, it could be loud. Walking the streets with Sebastian. He told me how beautiful the architecture was, how different it was from home. There were always carriages being driven around, and people. But, there was a little shop down one of the quieter side streets. They had the most wonderful coffee there, and good pastries. The smell of them was so delicious," He was smiling widely as he recounted the memory, "And at night, when all of the people were finally gone.....It was so peaceful. The only sounds were my footsteps and a few owls that had a nest near where we were staying. That was when I really enjoyed the city."

She smiled at him, "That does sound lovely. Maybe on day you can show me that little pastry shop."

"I would love to. I thought about you every time I went there, you know. I know how much you adore sweets and sugary things."

He thought of her? Well, of course she thought of him, but she hadn't thought that he gave her much more thought than when he got a letter from her that he had to write a reply to. It almost caught her off guard.

Ominis noticed her silence and spoke again, "Darling, I must admit--I thought about you more than when I went to that shop. More than when I got your letters," He sighed, running a hand through his hair before he sat up straight again, "I don't know how I've managed these years apart from you, being back here now. When you opened the door I felt like I dove head first into the Black Lake. I can't keep my feelings a secret any longer."

His feelings? What was he talking about? Surely his didn't mean what she thought he did.

He stood from his place at the table and came to stand in front of her before swiftly getting to his knees. He held his hands out to her, an invitation that she couldn't decline. She placed her hands in his and he squeezed them lightly. She looked down at him as he stayed like that for a moment before he continued.

"I'v had feelings for you since we were at school. I thought that maybe it was just a school boy's crush and I would get over it. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship on something that I would forget about in a few weeks," He chuckled, "But I was very wrong."

She sat there, him still holding onto her hands. She watched him carefully, taking in every detail she could. How his pale skin seemed to almost glow under the light filling the room. Every last little beauty mark on his face--They almost looked like constellations. She had realized she was holding her breath at that point and took a sharp inhale.

She felt Ominis's hands tighten around hers as she did so, almost as if he was afraid of her answer. Like if he didn't hold her tight enough, she would float away like a balloon in the wind.

She still harbored feelings for him, but it had been years. He was bound to be a different person, as was she. Would they be able to have a relationship after being away from each other for so long?

"Ominis-" She began before being cut off by his deep sigh.

"Please, just give this a chance. Give us a chance. I have lived without you for too long. You are every thought on my mind. Your voice is like sweet nectar to my ears. Your scent is intoxicating. I understand why men do such rash things for the women they love. I would do anything for you. Anything to be the one who gets to know who you really are behind closed doors. To be the one who gets to feel your soft caress," He suddenly let go of her hands and moved them to rest one on the arm of her chair, and the other to rest on her thigh.

The feeling of his hand on her sent a shiver up her spine. She felt the goosebumps rising under his touch. His words were already making her feel dazed. How could he hide such strong feelings from her for so long? Why did he pick now to tell all of it to her?

She felt his hand squeeze her thigh lightly, another sigh leaving his lips.

"I don't think you understand what you do to me, darling," He chuckled and shook his head almost in a teasing way.

"What?" She could feel her underwear staring to get damp.

He leaned in closer, his chest now hovering over her body and his head tilted up to hers as she looked down at him, "You don't understand what you do to me." His voice was husky now, and barely above a whisper.

She felt her breath hitch and her skin ignite under the warmth of his proximity. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest and the butterflies in her stomach threatened to fly away with her. In that moment, she could swear that Ominis was staring right at her. Pouring his soul into hers.

He leaned in even more, noses touching and lips ghosting over each other, "I'm going to kiss you now, if you'll allow it."

She barely heard him over the sound of blood pumping in her ears. She couldn't manage to speak, not the she didn't try. So, she opted to just nod ever so lightly, not wanting to move her lips too far away from his.

He pressed his lips to hers, gentle and sweet. It was in his nature to be gentle with her. He had always been that way with her. His hand on the chair swiftly moved to the crook of her neck, finally giving her the skin on skin contact she hadn't realized she was craving. His thumb rested gingerly on her jaw as their lips moved in sync.

After Ominis had done his testing of the waters, she felt his kiss get more aggressive, more rough. More like he was drinking in the sweet waters he had been yearning for, for years. The fire in him only growing as her lips moved to match his rhythm, surprisingly enough for her. She didn't realize she had wanted this so badly, to feel his lips on hers, to feel his hands on her. It was enough to drive her mad, and she craved more.

Ominis moved his lips from hers, earning a soft whimper in disagreement. He chuckled again as his lips adeptly found their way to her neck, laying a path of soft kisses.

She bit her lip, feeling the trail of heat and the tingling sensation he left in his wake. His hand on her thigh moved suddenly, slipping higher, his thumb grazing as he went. He was getting dangerously close to her now. She let out a soft moan as he began sucking on her neck.

She felt him smirk into her skin, "I want to see you. All of you."

What did that mean? See her?

His mouth moved to her ear, his hot breath washing over her. And almost as if he read her mind he spoke in a hushed whisper, "You know I see with my hands."

Oh.

Her body moved before her mind could process. She quickly stood, causing Ominis to almost fall over. He was thankfully quick on his feet, standing not a moment later. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her as she made her way to her room.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, his hands were all over her. She would never know how he seemed to just know. Right now, though, all she could think about was he feeling of him running his hands down her sides as he pressed his body against hers from behind. He went straight back to kissing her neck again as his hands moved to the back of her dress.

She could feel as he delicately undid each button, running his fingers behind on the newly exposed skin of her back.

"Your skin is so much softer than I imagined," He said as he laid a few kisses across her shoulders, pulling the dress down off of them.

As soon as it he got it past her shoulders he let go, letting it fall to the floor, all but forgotten as he slid his hands down her back slowly. Savoring every inch of her now exposed body.

Her breathing was shallow. She took quick breaths to try and fill her lungs, but nothing she did could stop them from screaming at her as she felt his hands leaving goosebumps behind them.

"W-Would you like me to show you?" She managed out.

He hummed an agreement, his fingers still tracing out the shape of her shoulder blades under her skin.

She turned to face him, almost as if he was commanding her and she was to obey. He held his hands out to her, his eyes half closed in what only could be disturbed as a sultry glance. She bit her lip, taking his hands by his wrists. She could feel his pulse. She was glad that his body had to be screaming at him as much as hers was.

Gently, she brought his hands to her chest, letting him cup her breasts in his hands. She watched him as he did so, his mouth falling open ever so slightly. He moved his thumbs over her hardened nipples which elicited a muffled moan from her as she clamped down harder on her bottom lip. She watched him smirk and blink a few times before she moved his hands, sliding them along her abdomen to rest on her hips. He squeezed lightly at first before digging his fingers into her flesh, his nails almost leaving marks.

"You are exquisite," He breathed.

He squeezed one more time and she felt her legs getting more slick by the second. She then moved his hands behind her, letting him rest them on her bum. He gave it a good squeeze before leaning in and kissing her again. His lips hungry for her, passion and desire leaking out of them.

She realized that she was the only one naked in the moment, and she wasn't about to let him get away with that. She quickly started unbuttoning his vest as their tongues melded together. The only sounds in the room were wet lips and heavy breathing with a few moans here and there.

Ominis's hands moved again, this time on their own to grab her hips again, digging his nails into her skin. She let out a small moan, prompting him to do it again. After a few more moments of unbuttoning his clothing and wet kissing, he stood before her in just his trousers.

She took in the sight of him, soaking in every detail of his form. He was still lean as he had been in school, but there were ever so slight layers of muscle that tugged at his skin in just the right way. He looked absolutely divine. Her lip found it's way between her teeth again as she tried to count every little round mark on his skin. She could spend hours just trying to commit each one's location to memory.

"Enjoying the view?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he kicked out of his shoes.

"Oh, more than you know."

He let out a deep chuckle as he stepped toward her.

"Lay down," His voice was rough and commanding.

She didn't hesitate to obey, quickly making her way to the bed and laying down. He made his way to her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She let out a small yelp to which he only smirked. He guided her underwear off slowly, letting his fingers graze her skin. He spread her legs wide, holding on to her knees as he he knelt down in front of her. His hands moved from her knees and slid slowly up her inner thighs, his calloused fingertips grazing her in a way that made her feel like she was on fire. He slipped on of his hands under her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder and firmly holding it in place by her thigh. He squeezed again, pressing his cheek into her soft skin.

"You are a divine gift from the Gods, my sweet."

Every time he spoke words like that to her, she could feel her whole core tremble. If he could make her feel like this with just words, what could he do-?

Her thoughts were cut off by the sudden feeling of his finger sliding over her clit. She gasped and almost pulled away from the sensation, only to be stopped by his firm hand on her leg.

"Ah, there you are," He said.

He quickly backtracked his movements, pressing light circles against her. She let out another string of moans as he worked her sensitive area. She looked down at him, watching him. His mouth was parted and she could see the desire written on his face.

"You are music to my ears, dove."

He continued like that for a few moments before dipping his fingers to her entrance, feeling the pool she had left for him. Because of him.

"Oh, you are so deliciously wet for me, love," He smirked again, sliding two fingers into her slowly, relishing in the feeling surrounding them. She threw her head back against the bed. He let out a small groan that mixed with the moan she let out at feeling him inside of her.

He began pumping his fingers slowly, the sweet sound of her drawn out moans and the wet slapping of her pussy hitting his ears. He picked up the pace, shoving his fingers as far as they would go.

"O-Oh, f-fuck!" She arched her back. His fingers were like magic as he worked her.

He stopped suddenly, removing his fingers quickly. She whined at the loss of him, looking back to see him slowly put his fingers into his mouth, sucking her off of them.

"Merlin, you taste phenomenal."

He quickly stood, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his member, pumping it a few times with gritted teeth.

"On your knees." He commanded.

She quickly got off the bed, kneeling in front of him. He still held himself in his hand. He used his other hand to grip onto her hair.

"Open," He growled.

This was a new side to him that she hadn't seen before, and she wasn't ashamed to say that she liked it. She liked being commanded by him, she liked how he gripped her, how he pleased her. So, she did as she was told. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, ready to accept him.

He slowly guided himself into her mouth, a muffled groan escaping his lips. He moved her head by the hair firmly in his fist, stroking himself ever so slowly.

"Your mouth is so fucking good." Ominis was not one for swearing. He hardly ever said anything one would consider crass, and that made this all the more attractive to her.

After he gave her a moment to acquaint herself with his size, he began thrusting his length into her quicker. Soft groans coming from him as he did. He began picking up speed, thrusting harder, shoving his whole length down her throat. She tried to keep her throat relaxed, not choke on him, but she couldn't keep it up. She gagged loudly, which caused him to pull out entirely, a wide smirk on his face.

"Good girl," He said, "Now, get back on the bed. Ass up."

She moved and got back on the bed on her hands and knees, putting her bum in the air. She felt him get on the bed behind her, his hands gripping onto her hips. He slid one of his hands down her bum and felt for her entrance before taking his length and pressing his tip against her.

"Ready, love?"

"Y-Yes," She breathed. She had never imagined that their reunion would turn into this, but she was happy it had.

Without another word, he roughly pushed into her, feeling her walls around him with a drawn out groan.

"Fuck," He muttered, rolling his hips.

She moaned out as he did so, feeling him fill her.

He reached out and gripped her hair again, pulling her to support her top half with her hands. He began bucking into her wildly, moans and groans filling the room as they both felt the pleasure rocketing through their bodies with each connection of hips.

"That's right. Take it, darling, " He groaned, "You take my cock so well."

She could feel him hitting deep within her, right on that magic little spot. Each thrust of his length hitting perfectly. The knot in her stomach was tight, almost painfully so a he continued his pace, her moaning loud and unbridled. He moved his hand from her hair and slipped it around her mouth, leaning forward to press his chest against her back.

"Quite, darling. I want to hear my cock fuck that pretty pussy of yours," He almost purred into her ear.

He continued to buck his hips as he stayed over her like that with his hand over her mouth. Her moans muffled by his firm grip on her face. He grunted into her ear as he listened to the wet sound of skin on skin echo off the walls surrounding them.

"Mmmm," He said something after that. Something that she could only describe as air slithering past his tongue.

Parseltongue.

He let the sweet sounds of it pass his lips as he fucked her. Listening to him speak to her like that was only serving to drive her more mad. She could feel herself getting closer as the friction became almost unbearable.

Her walls began to tighten around him, causing him to let out another groan.

"Let it out, dove. Come for me," He whispered into her ear, sitting up in his knees again and gripping her waist tightly.

The then began pounding into her, pulling her hips to meet his as he groaned and grunted at the feeling of her tight pussy around him.

It didn't take long for her to get to her climax after that as he continued to hit her sweet spot. Her legs shook under her as the knot in her stomach came undone.

"O-Oh, Ominis!" She moaned loudly as she came. Her breath heavy.

He chuckled, continuing to hit her hard as his own climax came over him. He groaned loudly, pushing as far into her as he could, filling her to the brim.

They stayed in that position for a moment, both panting hard as they came down from the high of their escapade. After a moment, Ominis pulled out, falling onto the bed next to her. She quickly followed his lead and laid next to him.

He opened his arms for her to come closer to him and she happily obliged, cuddling herself into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. He kissed her forehead and then rested his chin on top of her head.

"How was that?" He asked.

She giggled, "That was....It was wonderful."

He chuckled and squeezed her tightly to him, "Good."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt #Dominis #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy one shot #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader

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wttcsms · 1 year

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fault / lines , ominis gaunt ; fic masterlist

The sound of your laughter seems to do something peculiar to his heart. It beats just a bit quicker, just a bit harder against his bones, almost as if it’s trying to break free and find its way to you. In the split second that he allows himself to falter, he curses himself for breaking off the engagement.

or: the sickeningly slowburn friends-to-lovers arranged marriage au

[ prologue ] — YEAR 1 [ soft / hearts ] — YEAR 2 [ sweet / creature ] — YEAR 3 [ darling / daughter ] — YEAR 4, PART 1 [ cherry / blossom ] [ broken / vow ] — YEAR 4, PART 2 [ half / blood ] [ white / swan ] — YEAR 5 [ tbd. . . ] — YEAR 6 [ tbd. . . ] — YEAR 7 [ tbd. . . ] — INTERLUDE , HONEYMOON [ sweet / nothing ] [ epilogue ]

content contains/will contain: slowburn romance, childhood friends to lovers, arranged marriage, pureblood culture, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, references + depictions of child abuse, torture, and violence, slytherin!reader, angst with a happy ending, possessive behavior, jealousy, breeding kink, requited unrequited love, mutual pining, & additional tags will be added

author's note: welcome to my latest project! truthfully, this original draft is based upon an outline i spent only 2 hours on (creating this + then subsequently posting it was done entirely on a whim lol). chances are, this fic will be much longer than what i already have planned. i'll try my best to update at least twice a month, but comments always help speed the process up a bit wink wink, nudge nudge. i hope you all enjoy the story i have planned for you <3

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x mc #hogwarts legacy #smut #lemon #fluff #arranged marriage au #fic series: fault / lines #angst #one shot #imagine

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5sospenguinqueen · 4 months

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(Garreth is flirting with MC)

(Ominis is glaring at his textbook)

Sebastian: You’re really quiet today.

Ominis: No one plans murder out loud.

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atypicalamortentia · 10 months

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Drunk 'N' In Love || Ominis Gaunt

Synopsis - Your friends had come round to welcome you to your new apartment. After a few hours of drinking and talking, you step outside for some fresh air when Ominis follows you.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - All characters are 18+!

Word Count - 1.6k

[Caffeinate Me]

Your friends had come over to welcome you to your new home: Sebastian, Ominis, Poppy, Imelda, Garreth, Leander and Grace. You had all had a few drinks, maybe a few drinks too many, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to knock them down one after another. You were laughing with your friends about the mischief you had all gotten up to during your time at Hogwarts which now that you think about it, wasn’t that long ago. “Another drink?” Imelda asked you as she poured herself another one.

“Yes please,” you smiled drunkenly, holding your cup out for her to refill. She nodded and smiled at you pleasantly before pouring the liquid in your cup carefully.

“And then Y/N got kicked out of class because she wasn’t paying attention!” Sebastian hollered, slapping his knee. He took a sip of his firewhisky and shot you a wink.

“Oh shut up Sebastian,” you groaned. “I didn’t pay attention in class one time and it’s the funniest thing you can think of?”

“It was hilarious because you were too busy staring at-”

“Shut your mouth Sallow,” you growled, cutting him off before he could reveal who you were staring at.

“Oooo Y/N had a crush!” Garreth smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Be quiet Weasley,” you groaned, slapping yourself in the face lightly. There was embarrassment and then there was this. A bead of sweat trickled down your forehead as your gaze flickered to the man of your interest; Ominis Gaunt. He was, and still is, the one you were crushing on. Of course your best friend Sebastian knew about your crush. You were surprised he hadn’t let it slip with that big mouth of his.

“So you’re not gonna tell us who it was?” Imelda asked as she sat back down next to you on the floor. You shook your head and your friends groaned in disappointment.

The next few hours remained relatively tame despite the amount of alcohol you were drinking. Occasionally, someone would laugh a little too loud causing you to shush them. You didn’t want your new neighbours thinking that you were rowdy. Eventually you felt yourself succumbing to the alcohol, your brain began to feel fuzzy and you felt the most confident you’d ever felt in your life. You stood up from your sitting position on the floor causing your friends to look at you. “Everything okay Y/N?” Grace asked, her eyebrows pinching together as you stumbled your way to the door.

“Just feeling a little warm!” You called out. “I’ll be back in a minute, I just need some fresh air!”

You walked out of your apartment and down the stairs, being careful not to fall over on your unsteady legs. You arrived at the door of your apartment complex and walked outside. It may have been 12am at night, but the warm summer breeze hit you hard. You slumped against the wall, sighing heavily as your mind continued swirling. You closed your eyes for what felt like a few seconds before the door to your apartment complex swung open. Your eyes snapped open, not expecting to see the person who stumbled out of the door - Ominis. You felt your breathing intensify upon learning he was on his own, after all the two of you hadn’t really spent any one-on-one time together since Hogwarts. “Y/N?” He asked into the darkness.

“I’m here, Ominis,” you squeaked. The blonde’s attention turned in your general direction and he slowly, but surely, made his way over to you.

“Are you okay? You’ve been out here for quite some time now,” he spoke softly.

You blushed lightly from a mixture of embarrassment, the warm air outside and the alcohol in your system. “I-I’m fine!” You squeaked. “Just needed some fresh air, it was getting too stuffy in the apartment with everybody there.”

“You’ve had too much to drink,” Ominis stated blankly.

“So have you,” you retorted.

“Touché,” Ominis chuckled. One of his hands made its way up to stroke back a piece of his hair that had fallen in front of his face. You stared at him, admiring his facial features under the pale moonlight. Even with a pinkish hue on his face from the alcohol, you still thought he was the most handsomest man to ever exist. “I may be blind, but I can clearly sense you staring at me,” he whispered, snapping you out of your trance.

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled, playing with your fingers awkwardly.

“I don’t mind,” he replied. “I must admit, I find it rather flattering.”

“You do?” You asked, a smile making its way across your lips. “I could stare at you all day,” you admitted.

Ominis blushed at your words, his cheeks reddening. “I wish I could see you.”

“I’m glad you can’t,” you chuckled. “I look like a mess right now.”

“I’m sure you look beautiful,” Ominis argued, his eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t want to hear another word otherwise.”

You pouted at his words and rolled your eyes. There was a comfortable silence that settled between you both as you gazed off into the darkness of the night. Your mind continued to wonder as Ominis shuffled beside you: of all people to come outside and check if you were okay, why Ominis? Why not your best friend? Why not Imelda? You found your heartbeat picking up a few paces as Ominis shuffled closer to you, his hand grazing yours lightly. “Ominis?” You asked slowly, turning to face him completely. He didn’t respond with words, just faced you. “Why did you really come out here?”

“I-I came out to see if you were okay,” he claimed.

You shook your head in disbelief that that was the only reason why. Something in your gut was telling you there was something else. “But why you?” You pressed.

Ominis’ eyes widened as you asked the question. He thought for a moment before slumping his shoulders lightly. Instead of answering your question, he asked you a counter question. “Who were you staring at that day you got kicked out of class?” He asked, voice low.

“You,” you replied in a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear.

“Me?” He asked. Both his voice and face were a picture of shock. “Why me?”

“I said I could stare at you all day,” you replied, your confidence weavering slightly. “I meant it.” Ominis stayed silent again but let his movements do all the talking. He lunged towards you, trapping you against the wall with both hands on either side of your head so you couldn’t move. His face was so close to yours, his scent filled your nostrils. He smelt like alcohol and a cologne you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Whatever it was, it had your head spinning even more. “W-What are you doing?” You stuttered, eyes gazing down to his lips before meeting his milky grey orbs.

“Doing something I should have done years ago,” came his reply. Before you knew it, Ominis had cupped your face in his hands and was kissing you softly. His lips moulded against yours easily and glided across like a dream. His lips were everything you had imagined them to be: soft, wet, plush and sweet. Your eyes fluttered closed as Ominis deepened the kiss, pulling your body flush against his chest. You could feel his heart against your hand that was now resting on his chest and it was racing. Licking your bottom lip seductively, Ominis asked for entrance into your mouth which you happily granted. His tongue immediately wrapped around your own and a soft moan escaped your lips as you grasped the front of his shirt tightly. The two of you stayed like that for a few more seconds until Ominis finally pulled away, panting heavily. “That was even better than I imagined it to be,” he laughed awkwardly.

“You can say that again,” you replied breathlessly. You slowly opened your eyes to find Ominis hadn’t moved his face away from yours yet, he was still dangerously close to your lips as if he was waiting to kiss you again. His hands had fallen from your cheeks to your hips which he grasped firmly, keeping you in place.

“I love you Y/N,” Ominis whispered, not giving you a second to reply before he pressed his lips to yours again. “I always have,” he mumbled into your lips.

“I love you too,” you managed to reply once he had pulled away from your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a few more minutes, just basking in each other's presence before you spoke up once more. “We should probably go back in. The others are probably worried about us.”

Ominis nodded and laughed lightly, “you’re right. After you, m’lady.”

You giggled as you grabbed Ominis’ hand and walked back into your apartment complex. He trailed behind, letting you guide him. You walked up a flight of stairs and entered your apartment. When your friends saw your hands intertwined, their faces lit up. “Finally!” Sebastian yelled, a little too loudly. “I didn’t think I was going to be able to keep it a secret any longer Y/N.”

“Wait, you knew?” Imelda growled, her eyebrows raising in shock.

“You had to be blind not to see it,” Sebastian laughed. “No offence Ominis.”

“None taken,” he mumbled, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. He pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled into your hair. It was safe to say that Ominis spent the rest of the night kissing you and holding you to his body tightly. There was no way he was going to let you go now that he finally had you in his arms.

#hogwarts #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy #legacy #ominis gaunt imagines #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #harry potter #harry potter x reader #hogwarts legacy one shot #hogwarts legacy one shots #ominis gaunt one shot #ominis gaunt one shots

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vparka · 8 months

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Ominis Gaunt x Male Reader

"A Lover's Quarrel" 🔞 One-shot. M/M

Minors DNI.

Word Count: 9,427.

AO3 link

Warnings: Male Reader is a huge simp for Ominis lmao (what's new, tbh?), Blow Jobs, Rimming [Ominis receiving], Masturbation, Face-Sitting, Mouth-Spitting, Cum eating, Use of Y/N, Slytherin M!Reader, Insecure Ominis. Ominis petname is Omimi. Not beta read. Accidental Voyeurism.

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Okay, maybe Ominis Gaunt wasn’t the most knowledgeable person when it was about relationships of any kind, especially romantic ones (his parents were far, far away from being characters in a romance novel) but he did know that worrying about the person you care the most was pretty normal. Especially if said person went his way to make himself an easy kill: running around dangerous places and fighting dangerous creatures and people almost in a daily basis, for what? Nothing worthy of risking his life. Yes, Ominis was mad at Y/N.

His endearing, lovely and stupid, very stupid boyfriend seemed to enjoy getting on Ominis’ nerves, making him worry sick whenever Y/N wasn’t around him, getting in some mischief with Sebastian, their friend in common and fellow Slytherin.

Currently, Ominis was fighting to not fall asleep in the History of Magic class, keeping his mind busy... though not in a good way: he was worrying a lot about his stupid boyfriend, who was sitting beside him acting like nothing happened. Sure, being blind since birth made Ominis not notice a lot of things due to not having the gift of sight, but he did noticed things: his body tried to compensate the fact of being deprived of one of his senses by making other ones more heightened; his senses of smell and hearing were better than most people, for example... And he could picture things by touch, that’s how Ominis found out that Y/N was injured. Just yesterday they both were cuddling at the Undercroft after dinner, talking about a lot of things, nothing serious, really... until Ominis caressed Y/N’s cheek, wanting to show love by touching the other Slytherin and then he felt the usually soft skin scarred, plus, he did noticed the little jump Y/N made, a normal reaction when he was hurt. And today, in breakfast, he overheard some people pointing out how Y/N’s cheek was bruised- one student in this class even coming over before the lesson started, offering to cast a spell for the injury to heal to pay back some favor Y/N did to that student. Ominis was livid, now his idiot of a boyfriend couldn’t lie his way to convince him that he wasn’t hurt, he had enough evidence.

“Ominis, please...” Y/N whispered quietly, trying to not attract Professor Binns’ attention, though the professor seemed completely immersed in his monologue about The Goblin Rebellion. Even though he couldn’t glare to death at the brute Slytherin, Ominis could feel Y/N’s puppy eyes, as Sebastian once described them whenever Y/N plead for the Blond's forgiveness after he got in trouble. “I’m so sorry, truly. I know I am an idiot, but I couldn’t leave Sebastian alone in that fight.”

Ominis sighed, slowly opening his eyes, focusing on Professor Binn’s voice instead. His heart clenching, he did have a soft spot for both Slytherin troublemakers, but he couldn’t continue let them do dumb things in the name of power, adventure and shit like that. With his own family, the Gaunts, he already had enough for this and the next thirteen lifetimes. Instead, Ominis concentered his magic on his wand, making it scribble down some notes in case of the Goblin Rebellion topic being on their next exam.

“ Omimi, please don’t ignore me.”

Not the petname, lord. It was endearing and embarrassing at the same time, Ominis still remembered the time he wanted to get swallowed by the earth that one time Sebastian had heard that petname, snickering and calling them gross for being too sweet, something maybe Y/N could get called because he, indeed, was a sweetheart: always helping others, offering kind words and solutions, Ominis on the other hand... Only Sebastian and said idiot knew him, nobody else... though he was in polite terms with everyone he had talked to during the years. Certainly, you’d never see Ominis doing favors to people who weren’t his closest friends.

“I’m ashamed-” Y/N continued, but Ominis intervened, having enough of it. They had been in this situation from three days now, with the Gaunt boy refusing to listen to Y/N’s apology.

“Of having a bruise? Of lying to me? For sneaking out with Sebastian without telling me, again?” The blond Slytherin hissed, now getting a little pissed off. His head was slightly leaning left, his milky eyes lost but staring at the nothingness in front of him, with his posh tone, he spat: “You know, if I didn’t know the both of you had a penchant for trouble, I would think you’re cheating on me with him.”

Okay, maybe Ominis had never thought of them both sneaking out like that. Before Y/N and him entered a relationship (after God knows how many months it took Y/N to convince Ominis that liking boys was alright, that it wasn’t a disease nor illness –honestly, fuck the Gaunt’s mindset regarding homosexuality. – and promises that he could take care of him, not like Ominis needed it, but it was nice knowing that Y/N supported him in anyway.) Ominis had talked with Sebastian about their Slytherin friend, because, well, Sebastian was cozier with the other boy than with other friends or his cross wands mates. Ominis remembered clearly how Sebastian had snorted, just saying that he did admire Y/N because he was a powerful wizard, but he didn’t see him like that, plus, he had admitted to knowing how ‘down bad’ the new fifth year was when he first meet Ominis through Sebastian, always asking him about the blind boy’s wellbeing and where he could find him, even confessing that Y/N used to ‘look at Ominis from a distance’ which clearly was stalking, and Sebastian did called it like that, but Sebastian found it funny to imitate Y/N’s voice when he gave that excuse.

Ominis didn’t think Y/N would cheat on him, especially with Sebastian, but he was angry. So, yes. Maybe he was being petty, but he was allowed to, sometimes he got tired of being the voice of reason in their friend group. Sometimes he could use being the asshole in the situation.

“Ominis, oh my god.” Y/N whispered, totally horrified at the words that escaped his boyfriend’s mouth. Y/N took Ominis’ hand softly, caressing the soft skin. Then, he leaned and kissed briefly Ominis’ cheek, not caring about anyone in the classroom. He had priorities and they were making up with Ominis, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting the blond. "I would never, I just couldn’t leave him go alone into some ruins. We didn’t tell you because we were afraid-”

“That my lack of sight would get me dead in the hands of some lower creature that attempted against my life? “ Ominis sneered in complete disdain impulsively. Deep down he knew Y/N and Sebastian didn’t think that about him... but they sneaking out, without telling him because he worried? It did hurt. “This is not a conversation I want to have right now, Y/N. “

Y/N looked at Ominis with regret, wanting to let the blond Slytherin know that he didn’t think that. Ominis was capable of a lot of things, he was a very powerful wizard with a kind heart. Before he could even open his mouth, Ominis turned to face Professor Binn, completely removing any opening that Y/N could take to talk some more.

So, Y/N respected Ominis’ decision and didn’t push further for now.

Maybe later.

+++

Both boys walked in silence towards Ominis’ dorm room, knowing that his roommates, including Sebastian, were in Hogsmeade, so they didn’t have to worry about others coming in while they talked. Y/N’s palms were sweaty, he preferred having Ominis content and smiling, talking in that posh accented voice of his so sweetly... having him disappointed in him hurt a lot. Physical pain couldn’t compare to the emotional pain Y/N felt whenever Ominis wasn’t happy, even more if it was his fault. Y/N sighed heavily, following the blond boy, and both taking a seat in Ominis’ bed once they were inside.

It had taken more begging from Y/N’s part to convince his boyfriend to talk about it, but Ominis had finally said yes, only because Y/N had aided him quickly without thinking in Potions Class. It wasn’t a secret that even though Ominis was a damn good student, Potions wasn’t his strongest subject. Before his Wiggenweld potion turned out to be ‘utter rubbish’ as he had once said again, Y/N had run quickly and positioned himself in front of the blond, casting Protego on both of them before the cauldron exploded. The reason of why the hell would the cauldron explode was a complete courtesy of Garreth Weasley, who had been Ominis’ partner and had added an extra ingredient –one that caused Ominis’ allergies– for his new brand potion, which would change the wizarding world by its awesomeness, as the redhead had said. At the end, the cauldron did explode, showering Garreth and the students who were nearby with the viscous badly brewed concoction, completely smelling, but Ominis was protected, no allergy triggered. Some students did give shit at Y/N for only protecting Gaunt, but he didn’t care, Ominis was safe and there wasn’t a needed visit to the infirmary for him. Everything was alright.

Talk about being down bad...

Y/N cleared his throat and faced Ominis, whose really handsome face had a deadly-serious expression on. His tender and caring pale eyes had a stone coldness in them, his pretty lips weren’t smiling. Still, Y/N lifted his hand and caressed Ominis’ face beauty marks. It had taken a while to get Ominis used to his touch since he really wasn’t used to people touching him, even less lovingly... but their relationship deepened with time, both showing each other they cared about the other in their own ways, most of the time with body language being the principal since both of them weren’t big with words. Plus... Y/N really liked touching Ominis, such a beautiful creature should be treated with love.

“Ominis...?” Y/N licked his lips nervously, normally a bruise and sneaking off causing a little trouble wouldn’t make him feel like this, even with his parents... but with Ominis? He knew that the boy didn’t want his friends wandering off where danger could be, even less of them associating with the Dark Arts... which Sebastian and him were doing, for research purposes. And Y/N did understand why: Ominis came from a family of Dark Wizards, and he didn’t support it in anyway, it wasn’t wrong of him to want his close ones off that path where danger and death where in every corner, never knowing if they would be able to be still alive the day after.

“Heard you and Sebastian traversed a mountain in Loyalist territory. You know... that sort of thing could have got you both killed.” Ominis suddenly said, his voice coming out in a harsh tone, then faced Y/N. Ominis’ face had an angry expression, his icy eyes glaring daggers at Y/N.

“I, uhm...” He was right. Ominis was right about that, him and Sebastian were in that mountain in royalist territory... fighting royalists since they were in their way- and Y/N did learn an unforgivable curse from Sebastian in that mountain, but Ominis couldn’t know. It would hurt him deeply and Y/N didn’t want that, plus, the blond boy would be so disappointed in him for wanting to learn the curse. No, Y/N wasn’t a Dark Wizard rising, but he couldn’t deny his thirst for knowledge. He wanted to know the curse because he was curious, not because he was planning to be a Dark Lord or something, that wasn’t him.

“What are you playing at?!” Ominis’ frown got deeper when Y/N didn’t say anything; his beautiful, beautiful eyes looked at him as if he wanted to kill Y/N, which shouldn’t turn him on right now because, well, duh. This was serious, and an angry Ominis was scary, and Y/N didn’t really want to have problems with him, the blond didn’t deserve that.

“I’m so sorry, Ominis. It was a stupid move of me.” Y/N voice got soft, then, he kneeled in front of Ominis, hugging the boy’s legs and pressing his face on his lap, feeling his face burn. Ominis was scary and hot whenever he got mad, but he did have this... aura of danger and power whenever he got angry, must be a Gaunt family thing. It reminded Y/N of the time Sebastian had taken Y/N to the Undercroft without Ominis knowing, Ominis had scared the shit out of him when he scolded Y/N and basically threatened him to not say anything about the place when he got out of it.

That was the moment Y/N had believed in love at first sight.

For some people the position Y/N had taken may have looked straight of nowhere, but for them... it was a surrender gesture, submissive. Even if they weren’t as lowly minded as past generations, they still had some thoughts about dominance, wanting to make their lover take their affections- especially since they had started to experiment with each other in a more intimate way. Both were competitive boys in their own ways, often colliding with each other about who’s taking the lead, always the gentlemen both. It often was a fun dynamic, other times a gesture like this was needed: like right now, Y/N surrendering to Ominis’ since the blond couldn’t judge himself if Y/N expression was sincere, body language instead taking that role.

It was truly a thrill to make the other submit, have said other not worry about a single thing and just enjoy what the other gave, talking in the sexual sense. Both were exciting roles, but this time Y/N did surrender first, wanting Ominis to take the lead in this situation. And when it wasn’t sexual, it was because both were hard-headed, wanting to go in their own way and have the other follow it. They had similarities, but there were differences as well, just like any other couple. This time, just like Y/N’s body language suggested, was up to what Ominis’ thought.

And Y/N was sincere, truly. He was an idiot, but he didn’t regret kicking royalists’ asses, they deserved it. Kidnapping creatures, people, and following their evil plans... that needed to be stopped. But what Y/N really regretted was making Ominis upset, his precious darling worrying about him doing stupid things, Ominis’ anger was justified.

Feeling the gesture, Ominis calmed a little, but he still frowned. He kept quiet, which made Y/N nuzzle his face against Ominis’ thighs.

“I love you, Ominis. I get your position, if it were you, I’d lose my head. “Y/N murmured, hugging Ominis’ legs until the point his knees were pressing firmly against Y/N’s chest. He looked up at the blond, his eyes pleading. “Maybe it doesn’t help, but rest assured that whenever I go out, I'm very careful: every time I see how disappointed you are of me... a part of my heart breaks, because you don’t deserve that. If there is a way to make it up to you, please tell me and I’ll do it without hesitating. I swear I don’t do it with intentions of worrying or hurting you, those are things I don’t even want to inflect in you. “

Ominis’ face softened at the words. Back when Y/N asked Ominis out, the blond boy made Y/N swear that he would be always sincere, because he didn’t have time for a lying bastard who would make him a fool and waste his time. They have gone to the extent of Ominis brewing Veritaserum and making Y/N confess his true intentions, it was a little embarrassing with how long the actual love confession and slightly stalk-ey it was: so sweet, so corny... and shocking, because Ominis couldn’t believe someone, even under the truth-telling potion, would confess romantic love to the younger Gaunt, promising vomit-inducing sweet and lovely experiences and feelings. Usually, Ominis wouldn’t even do things close to that occasion, but when Y/N confessed... the blond Slytherin was beyond paranoid, so sure that it all was a trap to make him pay for his family sins.

Because... why would a justice-seeking, powerful wizard come closer to Ominis Gaunt? Love was a word that didn’t belong in Ominis’ life dictionary. It certainly was to make him pay for the Gaunt’s family actions; it wasn’t a secret that his family was... notorious for their liking of the Dark Arts. Blood purists, Slytherins through and through. Harsh mindsets. So Ominis was sure that these were Y/N’s intentions at first, make him pay, why else would he be so interested in getting hip-attached to him, following the blond all around the castle if not to spy and kill him in the right moment?

Certainly, that didn’t happen. The thing that did happened was that suddenly the new fifth year student, local star and Jack-of-all-trades was following Ominis Gaunt around the Castle like a lovesick puppy, offering to carry his things for him and sharing his candy, asking to hold his hand so he wouldn’t have to use his wand to guide himself around. It was quite an eventful week, for them and for the gossipers in the castle. After all of these things, he knew that Y/N couldn’t lie to him, especially face to face. He was also terrible at keeping secrets from Ominis, always wanting to tell him the news- Sebastian had gotten quite a laugh when he saw Y/N behavior towards Ominis.

Ominis could feel the truth in Y/N words, but he just hummed, as if he was contemplating something. He could feel Y/N tensing on his lap. Maybe he was the calm one in the trio of Sebastian, Y/N and him, but he was also a bastard on his own. He wasn’t a softie like a Hufflepuff, he wasn’t rational enough like a Ravenclaw and certainly he didn’t have the ‘I don’t give a fuck if its right’ attitude a Gryffindor had. He liked having power in his hands and being unpredictable, like a Slytherin. He usually didn’t believe in the house stereotype because there were people of all kinds everywhere, but this time... He wanted to feel Y/N’s regret on his face, so he didn’t hold on. Ominis’ hands reached for Y/N’s face, and when the boy saw the motion, he placed his face on Ominis’ pretty hands, closing his eyes in delight and a smile so bright that could kill the sun. Immediately, the blond boy sighed and started to touch his boyfriend’s face, the pads of his fingers analyzing every inch of soft skin, giving the idiot a light pinch on the freshly healed cut on his cheek. The scarred skin he was mad about.

“Ow, I deserve that.” Y/N’s closed one eye, biting his lower lip when he felt the slight pain of the pinch. Still, he moved impossibly closer to him, wanting to feel more of the touch. Even when Ominis was mad, he was so careful when he was feeling Y/N up... when he wasn’t pinching his cuts. It made Y/N want to cry; the blond was everything Y/N wished for.

“You’re an idiot, Y/N.” Ominis sighed, then, his left hand grabbed Y/N’s chin and with his right hand, he tapped on Y/N’s mouth. “Do I have to train you or something?” he asked in that posh accent of his, then he pinched his boyfriend’s nose playfully. “Maybe that way you’re not going to run around and get your hard head smacked so much, I know about your weekly visits to the potion’s classroom and infirmary. We should get you a leash, be my guardian dog instead.”

“Ominis...” Y/N whined; he knew that Ominis was trying to make him feel embarrassed by treating him like a kid, but... he didn’t see it like that. It was almost like... like if Ominis was seducing him, his milky eyes staring at Y/N’s soul, so intense and burning. His handsome face sneering at the thought of training his boyfriend to behave correctly. It shouldn’t happen, but it did... Y/N’s cock twitched at the thought. Y/N closed his eyes, containing a moan at the sinful way Ominis was behaving. “Stop.”

There was something that inflicted a deep desire inside of Y/N when Ominis talked about Y/N’s missteps. Everyone talked about how Y/N was invincible, always moving in a correct calculated way and his clean victories, but Ominis not only took notice of that, but he also noticed Y/N’s clumsiness, things he shouldn't have done and how he got his ass kicked sometimes. It was... pretty hot, if Y/N was honest.

Ominis being so... seductive without even knowing was totally unfair. The fight wasn’t even, he had lost without having his turn.

“Why? Are you finally ashamed of yourself, behaving like that?” Ominis started caressing one of Y/N’s cheeks with his thumb, longer fingers slightly touching his eyebrows.

“Oh, God. Yes, Ominis. “

“And why are you ashamed? Of being an idiot? For not telling me? Of being hurt?” Ominis coo-ed cruelly, smiling as if he was having fun. He was, having Y/N on his knees was fun every time it happened. Ominis liked having certain control over Y/N, the fierce, strong and cunning fifth year Slytherin everybody was so fond of, believing him to never get on his knees for anyone. This certainly was a new side of him he didn’t knew about before entering a relationship with Y/N.

“Of being hard...” Y/N admitted, biting his lower lip but he didn’t do anything else, he wouldn’t dare. The blond was still mad at him and if he dared to assume... he would piss off Ominis even more, and that his heart couldn’t take. “I’m-”

“Horny dog. “ Ominis hissed, slapping him softly on the cheek. It was a playful gesture that always got Y/N going and Ominis knew damn well about it. They both respected each other a lot, it was a pilar in their relationship, hitting was off limits, except in more intimate occasions and with prior consent asked... but the story about how they found out about it... Y/N hand gotten a little handsy one time in a snogging session, palming Ominis’ crotch on top of his trousers and it had startled Ominis to death, slapping Y/N automatically since, well, nobody had touched him like that, especially in such urgent obscene way. It made Y/N hard that one time, too. Ominis and Y/N had apologized profusely, but they had agreed to take things slowly since their relationship back then was freshly new.

But now? Since they had started to explore with each other they had become freer to touch the other. Ominis was playing dirty right now.

“Yes, I am.” Y/N sighed, becoming affected as he stared at Ominis’ covered legs. The blond was slim, but he did have some meat on his thighs, a detail forever burned on Y/N’s mind from the times they fooled around. Such strong legs...

“Everyone thinks you’re some sort of hero, but do they know how highly inappropriate you are? Here I am, scolding you for wanting an early death, and you start thinking with your other head? Are you serious?” Ominis sneered, not actually believing Y/N’s state, but deep down knowing that it was the truth. Y/N never lied to him. His hands started to look for Y/N’s mouth, then, he tapped on his boyfriend’s lips with two fingers of his right hand, his left caressing his beloved’s warm cheek. So, Y/N was blushing, it seemed. “Open up.”

Y/N swallowed a whine and did as he was told the moment he knew what this was about. He got into the perfect spot just as Ominis spit on Y/N’s mouth, receiving all of Ominis’ saliva. The blond’s perfect lips were glossy from the fluid, which felt silky once he received it on his tongue. Ominis was furiously blushing at the action, but remained in that regal demeanor of his, seemingly not caring, but his body betraying him. Ominis’ hand was shaking, his milky eyes staring deeply right into Y/N’s own [color] eyes, he could swear that Ominis could see the debauchery of all of it for a second. Y/N moaned as he licked it, wanting to coat his mouth in Ominis’ saliva, once he was satisfied, YN swallowed and licked his lips, staring with wide eyes at Ominis’ calm ones. Y/N’s cock throbbed; he was achingly hard now. It felt so erotic, Y/N couldn’t believe it. Usually, Ominis was pretty shy about these things, not confident enough for something so... dirty and bold, but getting out of his comfort zone to please Y/N in one of his kinks? Ominis was truly a selfless angel.

Once Ominis felt satisfied enough, his hands retreated from his boyfriend’s face, then he started to slowly stand up... or so he tried, because Y/N buried his face on Ominis’ thighs when he felt that the blond was going to leave the position.

“Let me eat your ass.” Y/N pleaded against one meaty thigh, “please.” he started to caress urgently Ominis’ legs, feeling them up and groping. Ominis had no business being that tempting, Y/N was very sorry for making him feel bad and worried, such a wonderful creature only deserved to feel positive emotions. He needed to have his mouth all over this angel. “I might die if I can’t.” he added.

Ominis snorted at the last line, it was ridiculous, but knowing Y/N’s hunger for him... it was quite possible. It still made Ominis shy, knowing about how much his boyfriend wanted him... in that sense too. Since a young age, Ominis had accepted that he was going to be alone during all his life, people didn’t want a burden when they were looking for a partner. With the years, Ominis had learned how to take care of himself, so others didn’t have to. He couldn’t do a lot of things, of course, but he wasn’t entirely disabled, magic helped a lot, too.

It hurt to admit it, but maybe Ominis was insecure. He knew he was different; people knew that... that’s why Sebastian was his only friend before Y/N came into the picture. He never had and will never know how his family looked, how Sebastian, his friend, looked. How his boyfriend looked. How he, himself, looked. He could try to get an image, if you will, by touching their faces, and his own body, but it wasn’t the same. That was why a lot of people only were in formal-friendly terms with him, just in case they needed something from him in the future, never any close.

Ominis had come to terms with that fact and was ready to spend his lifetime alone, or that was the plan until Y/N Y/LN one day just popped into the Slytherin common room, being the center of gossip and whispers. The new fifth year who was powerful, mysterious and kind. Fearless.

Until said popular boy confessed his love to him, to Ominis Gaunt.

Until said popular boy confessed that he had inappropriate dreams about Ominis Gaunt.

Until Y/N one night apologized to Ominis because he had touched himself while thinking about him, talking about how gorgeous he was and how he wanted to give Ominis all his firsts.

Y/N truly was making Hogwarts an experience for Ominis Gaunt, proving him wrong, dissipating his dark thoughts with sweet and hopeful promises and whispers to take care of him, to one day, run away with Ominis where nobody knew them, and they would own a cottage home in the woods.

Ominis smiled.

“Abandoning all sense of decorum, are we?” The blond Slytherin teased, feeling lighter now that he heard Y/N desperate plea. He could feel his face heating up, ‘eating his ass’ had said his boyfriend crudely. Such an obscene request, yet he could feel Y/N’s excitement while he waited for Ominis’ approval.

Usually Y/N was very proper when talking, ever so respectful and never pushy. Never using a crude language.

Usually, not with Ominis.

And he liked that.

“You’re so handsome, Ominis, it’s not fair.” Y/N whined, biting Ominis’ left clothed thigh softly. Ominis could feel the vibration of his boyfriend’s throat when he was talking, Y/N was really leaning into him. “You’re blushing and you look divine, my prince. Can I?”

Honestly, Ominis didn’t know how they ended up like this, but now he couldn’t deny that the thought of Y/N touching his skin more intimately... it made him throb inside his pants. Also, perhaps spitting into his beloved’s mouth wasn’t that gross as he used to think back when Y/N had asked him to do that while he wanked himself right beside Ominis at the Undercroft.

Y/N was a creature full of surprises, never ceasing to leave Ominis without words. Biting the insides of his cheek, Ominis decided: he still was pissed off from Y/N’s carelessness, playing around royalist territory that could get him and Sebastian killed... but they could talk later about the matter. The tone in Y/N’s voice was enough to put Ominis in the mood, they still were hormonal teenagers, after all.

Without saying anything, Ominis blushed even more but he did reach for the button and fly on his trousers, unzipping the expensive fabric slowly. He could feel the rumble Y/N’s groan made against his thigh as unsaid consent was given.

“You’re killing me, Ominis.” Y/N sighed with desire, immediately pressing his face against Ominis’ clothed crotch, inhaling deeply the boy’s masculine scent once the trousers were undone. He could feel the boy’s clothed hardening member against his face as he inhaled the musky scent deeply, Y/N’s hands immediately got a strong hold of Ominis’ thighs, trying to cover them entirely in the palms of his hands, groping what he couldn’t fit in them. Y/N parted Ominis’ legs with absolute care, nuzzling his face against the blond’s covered private parts shamelessly. He groaned and licked the fabric of Ominis’ boxer shorts, which were peaking slightly from his trousers. Y/N heard Ominis sigh shakily at the sudden touch of his boyfriend’s tongue on his underwear.

“Y/N...” Ominis whispered, his need to be a bastard to his idiot of a boyfriend subduing. He closed his eyes, shivering slightly as he felt Y/N’s hands touch with such need his thighs, burying his face between them, licking his clothed cock in a highly inappropriate way. To be touched like this with such want made Ominis feel like he was attractive and enough, because there was no other way Y/N Y/LN, local star and sweetheart, highly desirable as a partner in the whole castle, was here, on his knees, wanting to eat Ominis Gaunt’s ass.

“Can you lay down a little, love?” Y/N murmured, nosing his way from Ominis’ crotch to all the way up to Ominis’ face, where he licked the blond’s cheek, placing a loving kiss after. Then, he smiled at the way Ominis was trying so hard to keep his composure when he was getting just as affected as Y/N was. “May I remove your trousers as well? I really, really want to taste you. Make you feel good, Ominis. My heart is burning with so much desire for you, will you let me? Will you let me to act on my lecherous thoughts about you?” Y/N purred against Ominis’ cheek, kissing his boyfriend’s face repeatedly, small and wet kisses that travelled down to the blond’s neck, where he bit and licked the soft skin, sucking slightly, forming a faint lovebite. Visible enough if you got close to him, not enough to get scolded or detention for misbehaving in school.

Ominis’ breath hitched at the words and the touch of Y/N, closing his eyes and letting out a small moan when he felt one of Y/N’s hands palming him on the top of his boxers, insistently going up and down, rubbing and sometimes trying to get a grip on the covered and erected hot flesh beneath the fabric.

“Yes.” Ominis said, out of breath.

+++

Ominis felt vulnerable, it wasn’t in a bad way, but it certainly was in embarrassing one, because Y/N did see, unlike him. The blond boy could feel his boyfriend’s staring at him, he wasn’t touching him, and he wasn’t saying anything, but Ominis could hear him breathing.

Maybe Y/N was having second thoughts? Y/N seemed eager to get Ominis on his bed, on all his naked glory. This was the first time Y/N was seeing him like this, the other times they... fooled around a little bit always were in the dark of the night in Ominis’ bed, the curtains drawn and a Silencio charm casted to not wake up Ominis’ roommates. Or they were handjobs or blowjobs inside the arithmancy storage rooms that were all over the castle, boxes containing God-knows-what. Never going more than trousers and boxers down to mid-thighs or shirts completely removed.

So Ominis, completely naked, lying down on his bed and his feet planted on the bed, with his knees raised, showing everything was completely new. And Y/N wasn’t saying anything, making feel Ominis feel shy and ashamed, his insecurities coming back to him. Didn’t he look good? Maybe Y/N had different expectations about him, but this was him. He couldn’t change himself. Maybe Y/N wasn’t into boys after all, or Ominis himself. Was he looking at Ominis in disgust now that he had seeing him?

On the other side of the situation, it wasn’t the truth, not at all. Y/N bit his lower lip as he took the sight of Ominis lying naked, his handsome boyfriend was blushing, no doubt feeling shy. That beautiful red tint had expanded to Ominis’ clavicles, a healthy shade on his slightly tanned skin. Ominis, ever so perfect, was lying down, for him. His pretty blond hair, always slicked backwards had some hairs rebelling themselves, staying out of place, even sticking to the boy’s forehead. His chest moved up and down slightly, product of Ominis breathing. Light brown nipples sticking out, wickedly calling out for Y/N’s love, to be bit and wet with his saliva. Then, Y/N’s stare travelled downwards, noticing a faint patch of blond hairs on his boyfriend’s navel, the start of a happy trail leading to the boy’s cock, which rested in a soft bed of short curly hairs that matched the same shade as his head.

Y/N moaned lowly as his right hand quickly unzipped his own trousers and went inside of his boxer shorts, grabbing his cock and squeezing lightly, in a needy attempt to calm down the throbbing he felt as he continued to take the sight of Ominis. The touch felt heavenly, his [color] eyes not moving from the way Ominis’ own cock was standing rigid, his balls heavy, the skin wrinkled but so soft looking. Then soft skin that led to the boy’s arsehole, which hidden between these glorious asscheeks. Y/N groaned and started masturbating himself, not taking his eyes away. He couldn’t stop himself, while licking his lips Y/N took between two fingers the pre-seminal fluid that gathered on the top of his glans and spread it all over his member, making the jerking motions easier and wet. Without any hint of shame, small ‘oh’s’ escaped Y/N’s mouth, who was still on his knees, but legs parted to make it easier to touch himself.

With half-lidded eyes, Y/N touched Ominis’ thighs with his left hand, feeling that enticing skin as he continued to drown into the heavenly sight of his boyfriend. Lost in his need to masturbate himself and desire for his icy prince, he had forgotten to say something- had forgotten that Ominis couldn’t see what he was doing.

“I...” Ominis cleared his throat, then shyly added. “Sorry, uh. L-let me get dressed... I think dinner is soon, we-” The blond inhaled deeply, trying to play it cool.

Ominis uncertainty woke Y/N up from his cloudy, lustful mind.

“Merlin, I’m sorry!” Y/N immediately removed his hand off his cock as it burned, opening his eyes in a hurry, he looked at the blond. His eyes were full of guiltiness, he had never been the selfish lover type, he didn’t know what came over to him. Just... Ominis looking like a complete Incubus, alluring him into carnal wishes made him lost it for a couple minutes. He felt ashamed. “Do you want to not continue? Are you hungry, love?”

“Continue...?”

“Yes, Ominis. I’m sorry, you look so good, “Y/N groaned and leaned forward, pulling Ominis’ body closer to him. Nuzzling his face against the right thigh, the biting into the soft and warm flesh lovingly. “You look so delicious I had to touch myself for a minute, my cock keeps hurting as I continue to see you, Ominis.” he licked his lips as he explained to the blond. “I’m so wet, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

Ominis frowned for a second, then snorted.

Leave it to Y/N to get into a trance of desire, for once not thinking with his upper head, always the smart ass and rational type in most situations- Unless Ominis was involved. Sometimes the blond did believe that his fellow Slytherin was down bad for him.

“If you’re not having second thoughts...” Ominis parted a little more his legs as he got closer to the edge of the bed, where Y/N was kneeling. Closing his eyes, he sighed shakily and murmured. “I am yours to take.”

“Ominis...” Y/N groaned and quickly took the blond’s thighs, settling them in his shoulders. Without saying anything else, Y/N quickly acted on his desire. He looked with awe at his boyfriend’s cock, noticing how Ominis’ glans was also glistening with pre-seminal fluid, not quite as much as himself because Ominis, unlike him, didn’t touched himself in front of the other so shamelessly, but it was a nice amount to start with a smooth touch.

And he did. Y/N took Ominis’ cock with his right hand, his left one instead went to the boy’s balls. With his right hand, Y/N started to touch the blond’s glans, taking the fluid, mixing it with his own and started to properly jerk off the other Slytherin. The grip was firm, but soft, a nice combination. The circumcised erection on his hand twitched at the sudden touch, but Y/N found it endearing. With a loving stare at Ominis’ milky eyes, Y/N got his face closer to the boy’s ballsack.

His right hand continued touching the other boy’s cock, his fingers occasionally massaging insistently at the opening on the glans, rubbing the fluid all over, then going up and down in a nice rhythm on all the length, enjoying the sight of the foreskin covering and uncovering the hot flesh. Utterly sinful, but enjoyable for both parts. With his left hand, Y/N massaged caringly at Ominis’ balls and with his face, he simply poked his tongue out and started licking the soft wrinkled skin, inhaling deep the musky manly scent Ominis possessed. Y/N moaned, taking one testicle inside his mouth, licking and sucking slightly. His eyes closed as he indulged himself in Ominis, beautiful, sweet Ominis.

Said boy, Ominis, opened his eyes suddenly at the sensations, all happening at the same time. It seemed that Y/N didn’t plan to take it slow- not that Ominis was complaining, but it was a lot to take at the same time. He could feel his eyes watering and his bottom lip tremble as Y/N continued to shamelessly masturbate him, picking up the pace as more pre-seminal fluid leaked from his glans, making the slide smoother and wetter, the absolute dirty sound of slapping started as his foreskin got wet, obviously Y/N not minding getting his hand a mess. And having his balls touched, licked and suckled... Ominis bucked his hips up when Y/N simulated a bite with lips on his right ball, it felt way too good to be real. A small sob escaped Ominis’ lips, followed by moans.

He couldn’t contain them anymore, it was the start, but it was an intense start. He couldn’t keep himself quiet even if he wanted to, and he didn’t. Y/N was doing just a great job and he deserved to know that he was making Ominis feel way too good, even if it was embarrassing.

It seemed that Y/N was enjoying this too, because not only Ominis’ private parts were slick with his fluids, but with Y/N’s too. His [color] haired boyfriend was producing so much saliva as he licked and sucked so much that it was dripping all over, Ominis could feel the liquid going from his balls to the in-between his asscheeks. He couldn’t contain the shiver that ran over his body, neither.

“Ominis, my beautiful Ominis. You’re so delightful, my beloved. So delicious. “ Y/N moaned as he went lower, kissing and licking from the tip of Ominis’ cock, to his perineum. Sucking every now and then on the veins of the blond’s cock, or his balls. "I can’t contain myself; I need-” with a quick movement, Y/N stood up, lying next to Ominis and pulling the boy on top of him, Ominis’ knees on each side of Y/N’s face, the pliant boy following Y/N’s requests. This position was easier for eating the blond out, plus, the thought of having Ominis actually riding his face... God, his cock already was throbbing at the thought of it, if Ominis got bolder and did that... Fuck, Y/N could cum untouched, he was pretty sure about that. The Slytherin turned him so much, it wasn’t even funny.

“R-ride your...?” Ominis’ face got beet red, a small stutter escaped him... it was utterly adorable, seeing him flustered. Ominis got comfier into the position, placing his hands on the headboard, he could feel Y/N’s warm breath on his inner thighs. He could picture the position they were in, it was... so revealing, so dirty.

“Yes, baby.” Y/N purred and placed his hands on Ominis’ hips, guiding him lower until Y/N’s face was practically a breath away from touching Ominis’ asscheeks. Then, once he was pleased with the position, Y/N’s hands moved to the blond’s cheeks, parting them and without saying anything else, Y/N indulged himself.

He started with a long lick all over Ominis’ hole, Y/N felt his heart clench with absolute adoration when he noticed that the blond had made a small jump at the feeling. His prince was so lovely...

“W-wh...?” Ominis tried to talk, but he got cut up. Y/N’s tongue started to increase its pace, licking quicker at the puckered ring of muscle, spreading saliva on it and poking the tip, as if he wanted entrance.

Ominis’ breath hitched, his hands gripping with force at the headboard. It was a strange feeling, having Y/N’s tongue... down there, shamelessly licking in a place where it shouldn’t be... but since when did Y/N followed the rules?

Plus... Ominis, even though it was a new first, found himself liking the sensation of his boyfriend going down on him orally in there. His face felt burning, but he let himself to enjoy the experience, Y/N did seem like he was enjoying it quite a lot, moaning and groaning, licking and sucking, his manly hands caressing Ominis’ asscheeks, squeezing and kneading them.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Ominis let out small moans as he felt Y/N quickening his pace. These hands continued to touch Ominis’ ass without any restriction, that wicked tongue licking and insisting on acquiring permission to his insides, the ring of muscles becoming loose but not quite enough yet. He could feel the Y/N’s saliva dripping down his thighs. “Y/N...” Ominis whined, eyes closing firmly, knuckles becoming white thanks to the gripping force he applied on the headboard.

“Yes, love, moan. Let me hear you, my darling.” Y/N cheekily bit one of Ominis’ asscheeks, his voice dropping a tone, sounding rough from desire. Then he continued tasting the blond, hands parting those lovely cheeks further.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, this was one of the bests days he ever had. He was lying down, eating Ominis Gaunt out in his bed, said blond boy moaning and looking like a complete meal above him. Y/N could feel Ominis’ thighs trembling, the slight movement of the blond going down whenever Y/N’s tongue did something right, or his hips going up when he got a certain area overstimulated, trying to escape from the sensation his boyfriend’s inflected until Y/N pulled those lovely hips down again, making him take it.

He could swear that Ominis was a complete sight to behold, Merlin... how Y/N wished he had one of these muggle dispositives, a camera, to capture this moment forever. A dirty reminder of an extremely good day for both of them.

The known ice prince was here, with him, showing him his vulnerable side and letting Y/N take care of him... Y/N couldn’t be happier, Ominis Gaunt, a truly selfless angel.

If someone told Y/N that a certain solitary and stoic, awfully cryptic but polite angry boy he met outside the Undercroft would let him do this to him, Y/N would have laughed at their face, but deep inside he would be hurt... because mere months ago, this was a fantasy. A mere wet dream when he was dreaming in the dark of the night... or daydreaming in class, with said boy next to him, not paying him any attention.

But now... now it was reality, the world was wonderful every now and then.

With the insistence of his tongue and the slickness his saliva had, he felt Ominis’ hole finally given up, declaring the war lost. Y/N won, and he took advantage of it. As if he were a man suffering from the worst thirst, seconds away from death of dehydration... he grabbed Ominis by the hips and straight up slammed the boy’s ass against his face, moaning when his tongue finally entered inside Ominis’. The warm and soft walls welcomed him, clenching on his tongue. Y/N moaned wantonly; this was heaven.

At the sudden grab, Ominis for a moment thought that he was going to fall, so he gripped on the headboard tighter until he realized that his perverted boyfriend had basically smashed his face against Ominis’ ass, penetrating him with his tongue. Closing his eyes firmly, Ominis’ face pressed against the headboard, brokenly moaning. His hips trying to escape the weird sensation of wet intrusion, but Y/N keep him in place, his still kneading Ominis’ ass and his tongue doing those obscene thrusts inside and out.

“ Mmnm, Y/N... you’re... you’re a pervert.” Ominis moaned, coming to terms that he did love this bedroom activity. Y/N was so hungry for him which always got him going... and this? Once the sensation stopped being weird, it felt... good. Merlin, he could feel his hole clenching, gushing the excess of Y/N’s saliva out. “A-ahh... yes, yes, there.”

“Mmnh,” Y/N agreed enthusiastically, his left hand travelling to Ominis’ cock, starting to masturbate it. Ominis was leaking so much, he did enjoy this. His cock throbbed so much; he wasn’t going to last any longer. Y/N was a man of many talents, indeed.

It was too much, feeling his ass getting eaten out and being masturbated at the same time, Ominis could feel his balls tightening. His bottom lip trembled, and his thighs were closing unconsciously, without knowing, he started moving his hips up and down, riding Y/N’s face like he wanted to.

Y/N immediately took notice of it, and he loved every second of it. Ominis was starting to prioritize his pleasure than his composure and it was just... so damn hot. He could feel Ominis’ knees touching each side of his neck, If Ominis continued to close his thighs he could choke Y/N with them... the thought shouldn’t have been that arousing but... Ominis riding his face and choking him with his thighs? Was this heaven? So be it. He was only human; the heavens were glorious for permitting him have this, for having Ominis Gaunt as his lover.

As the seconds passed, Ominis’ moans increased in frequency and volume, his hips losing that shyness and now properly riding Y/N’s face. It was truly a sight, the blond’s hair was completely unkept, his face was a little sweaty and the blush expanded to his chest. His small happy trail was slick with sweat, and his cock was fully erected, a red tint on his leaking glans. The whole cock was completely wet with his own fluids, heavy balls tightening... and his hole clenching uncontrollably on Y/N’s tongue, completely wet as well, but this time with Y/N’s saliva. His ass had a faint red tint from all the fondling Y/N did on them.

Y/N continued to lick, suck and masturbate the blond until he felt the boy tensing and letting out a loud moan, followed by a few sobs, immediately, he felt Ominis closing his thighs with an incredibly force. His insides clenched impossibly tight, his lithe body trembling entirely. In that moment Y/N knew that Ominis was cumming, Y/N kept eating the boy out, but his left hand quickly went downwards, going inside his boxer shorts and starting to desperately masturbate himself.

Ominis was such a beautiful being, so divine and delicious. With a deep moan, Y/N took his own cock on his hand, taking notice of how get he was and starting to jerk himself off: up and down, teasing the glans as he slowly let Ominis go, the blond boy lifting his hips up the moment he felt overstimulated by Y/N’s insistent tongue.

Ominis sobbed as he felt how his cock shoot the ribbons of cum, his hips escaping his lover’s caresses. He felt his hole gaping a little, the sticky sensation of saliva in there making him feel obscene, along with the feeling of saliva running down his thighs... but he enjoyed it nonetheless, especially as he heard Y/N touching himself, beneath him, no doubt looking at Ominis’ ass, being the huge pervert he already was. The dirty sound of Y/N’s hands touching his own cock at the sight of Ominis... it made him feel the ‘butterflies’ inside his stomach, as fellow students described the feeling of being with someone you loved.

“So delicious, Omimi.” Y/N groaned he felt himself climaxing, eyes half-lidding as he saw Ominis retreating from the now embarrassing position (at least for Ominis, who was flashing his everything to Y/N), giving Y/N a fantastic view of all his naked, affected, body. There was a healthy flush and sweat traces on Ominis’ body, said boy had his navel and right hand covered in that incriminating white fluid... Ominis’ cum. With his free hand, before Ominis could move further, Y/N took Ominis’ cum-covered had and guided it towards his mouth, not having a single doubt as he took it inside his mouth, licking it clean, digit by digit, and the entirety of his palm.

Y/N swallowed Ominis’ cum as he continued jerking himself, reaching his climax no long after. His own balls tightening, his wet glans made him feel that delicious burning feeling he got whenever he rubbed so insistently. Y/N’s orgasm approached so violently, quickly, Y/N covered the small opening to not stain the sheets any further... strings of white cum escaped the tip, making even more of a mess on his cock, which now was covered with his own sticky, warm white semen, pooling at the base. How... would it feel to enter inside of Ominis like this, with his cock covered in cum? Would it be easier to thrust in? Would Ominis like it?

Y/N moaned louder at the thought and continued jerking it until the sensations became too much, stopping once his cock decided it was enough of showing its appreciation for Ominis by emptying his balls. Then Y/N casted a cleaning charm for both of them, wandless magic now being one of Y/N’s talents. He took a deep breath and swallowed a whine.

Once Ominis felt that Y/N calmed himself a little, he abandoned the position and instead, he lied down next to his boyfriend. Immediately, Ominis hugged Y/N by his hips, sighing as he nuzzled his face against Y/N’s neck, inhaling deeply that masculine scent that he loved so much.

Y/N took a deep breath and returned the hug, smiling brightly at Ominis.

“You’re so cute, Omimi.” Y/N kissed Ominis deeply and lovingly, noticing how Ominis’ blond hair no longer was slickened backwards, it was all over the place. He looked so damn cute. Then, Y/N kissed Ominis’ forehead. “I’m sorry for all that happened, I promise I won’t go looking for trouble... purposefully.”

“I know that you don’t. But do be careful, love.” Ominis sighed, not abandoning Y/N’s neck, instead, he got comfier in there. “I just hate that you hide things like that from me.”

“I won’t do it anymore, I promise.” Y/N answered immediately, pressing small kisses on every beauty mark on Ominis’ face. “I will come straight to you, I promise, nurse Gaunt. And I will try my best to not get my hard head smacked so much.”

Ominis snorted but hugged him closer, he seriously loved this idiot.

“Deal.”

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Once the couple got their pajamas on, they drew the curtains in Ominis’ bed and cuddled each other, drifting slowly to sleep between whispered sweet-nothings and promises to care for each other. They were that couple.

Unknowingly to them, a very flustered and red-faced Sebastian Sallow had been an unexpected witness of their whole... love session.

In Sebastian’s defense, he had been about to leave the dormitory since Ominis had asked him earlier to before he had accepted to talk with Y/N, telling Sebastian that he was going to knock some sense into Y/N’s hard head and things could get ugly, and that he didn’t want to draw Sebastian into a lover's quarrel. But he didn’t leave in time, and when he had heard his two friends arguing outside the dorm, Sebastian had casted a disillusionment charm to sneak out whenever they were distracted enough to not notice the door suddenly opening but... but.

Everything escalated rather quickly, one second, they were arguing and other... was Ominis flirting? And Y/N acting like he was totally whipped on Ominis’ finger? It was amusing to watch... so he stayed. Sebastian was curious about their relationship now, because they never looked lovey-dovey whenever the three of them were hanging out, saying that they didn’t want to make things awkward. Instead of a couple, whenever all of them were together, they looked like normal friends. So, he was curious and stayed... but then things got heated. Like, really heated.

Now the sight of his best friend spitting on his other friend was forever burned in Sebastian’s mind and... the whole thing.

He couldn’t believe he had just watched Y/N lick Ominis’ ass, and Ominis enjoying it, then both getting really into it. It was... hot. Sebastian had never thought that gay sex was hot, but his own cock seemed to disagree now, his own trousers pathetically tented and begging for release.

Ominis and Y/N shall never know about this.

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justalittlelilac · 4 months

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And so Ominis Did

They lay facing each other in the quiet before continuing any further. "I can perceive form, you know," he confessed, his voice a soft murmur that caressed the silence. "It's not the impenetrable darkness that people often imagine. Just subtle shadows, revealing faint outlines… Like the silhouette of your hands."

Their hands tangled gently together before he released her’s to trace the contour of her bare waist with almost reverent touch. “Or your waist," he breathed, a whisper of warmth against her skin. He drew a tingling path downward, his slender finger navigating the terrain with meticulous care. "Or the curve of your hip."

She held her breath as he slowly and so delicately traced the outline of her with his finger. His hand ventured lower, caressing the soft landscape just at the precipice of her pubic bone. "But this?" he inquired, his hand descending even more. "I need to feel this."

She finally let in a shuddering breath before whispering, “show me.”

And so Ominis did.

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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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Cheating Part 2 || Ominis Gaunt

Synopsis - A week after your escapade with Ominis, he meets you and Sebastian outside the Three Broomsticks.

Warnings - NSFW. Swearing. Slight Angst. Cheating. Public Fingering (F! Receiving).

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It had been over a week since your escapade with Ominis. You couldn’t help but feel a sickening amount of guilt in your stomach, especially when you looked at your boyfriend: Sebastian Sallow. The poor man had no idea you had fucked his best friend stupid, and if it was up to you, he would never find out.

It was a lovely sunny day. You were sat outside the Three Broomsticks with Sebastian, sipping at the cold drink you had purchased. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander as the birds chirped above their pretty songs.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Sebastian asked as he placed his drink down on the bench. You hadn’t heard him the first time, too busy in your own little world as you stared at the sky above. Sebastian leaned foreword and placed his hand on top of yours. He smiled at you softly. “Y/N?”

“Hm? Yeah?” You hummed, snapping out of your trance and moving your hands to rest on your lap.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian asked again, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded before taking a sip of your drink once more, avoiding his gaze. “I’m fine. It’s a lovely day,” you said, attempting to change the subject of conversation from your current state of wellbeing to something different.

“Yes, it is,” Sebastian mused, his gaze trailing up from you to the bright blue, cloudless sky above. “Almost as lovely as you.”

Sebastian was sweet, sickeningly sweet when it came to you. It made the guilt you were feeling ten times worse. “Thanks,” you said, smiling slightly.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before Sebastian stood up quickly, a grin across his lips. You turned to see the object of Sebastian’s grin: Ominis Gaunt. You gasped inwardly at the boy walking towards you, his wand out guiding him to the two of you. “Ominis!” Sebastian yelled.

“Sebastian,” Ominis replied, nodding slowly at his friend as he approached. “Is Y/N here?”

“Hi Ominis,” you squeaked. “How are you?”

Ominis felt his breath hitch in his throat at the sound of your voice. “I’m okay, how are you?”

“I’m okay,” you replied before taking another sip of your drink. Your heart was hammering against your chest as Ominis sat down next to you, putting his wand out of sight in his robes.

"Do you want a drink, Ominis?" Sebastian asked, looking at his friend.

"A water will do, please," Ominis answered softly.

"Coming right up," Sebastian said, walking off inside the Three Broomsticks.

When Ominis was sure Sebastian was out of sight, he spoke. "Are you sure you're okay Y/N?"

"I feel really guilty Ominis," you whispered, not bothering to look at him. He could practically feel the anxiety you were oozing.

"I've not stopped thinking about you," Ominis admitted quietly.

His admission forced you to look at him and your heart clenched at his pursed lips and narrowed brows. You couldn't exactly tell what he was feeling, but you knew it wasn't sunshine and rainbows. Your eyes widened as you admired his pale face. "Really?"

Ominis nodded. "Constantly."

"Do you not feel guilty?" You asked, more curious than anything else.

"Massively. But, there's something else I feel that is more powerful," Ominis stated, his Adams apple bobbing as he gulped.

"And what's that?"

"I'm falling in love with you," Ominis' hand found your own, placed on your lap. He gave it a gentle squeeze as he smiled at you softly, his milky grey eyes looking so full of sorrow. "I'm really, really falling in love with you."

"You can't be," you hissed slightly. "Ominis you can't!"

"I know, I know," he whispered softly as he shook his head. "But I can't help it. I think, no I know, I've always loved you. It took me something drastic to realise it..."

His voice trailed off, almost as if he knew Sebastian was walking back with Ominis' glass of water and a fresh drink for him. You slightly brushed Ominis' hand off your own and moved away from the former Slytherin boy. He sighed lightly as his water was placed in front of him. "There you go," Sebastian chimed, taking his previous seat across from you on the bench. "What are you two talking about?"

"Just how nice the day is," you answered quickly. Almost too quickly.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow and looked between you and Ominis. "Have I missed something?" Sebastian asked and Ominis shook his head no.

"No, nothing," you smiled nervously. Your heart was beating rapidly, you swore it was going to burst. Your mind was racing: what if Sebastian found out? Would he stay with you? What did you even want?

You hadn't even noticed the two friends had continued talking as you sat there, silently spiralling. As you nervously sipped your drink you felt Ominis' hand ghost yours under the table - gripping suddenly. You inaudibly gasped as his fingers interlocked with yours as he continued his casual conversation with Sebastian. It was almost natural. Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers loosened around your own and made their way to your thigh, playing with the hem of your skirt. You grit your teeth as a finger dipped into your underwear and prodded at the entrance of your cunt teasingly.

You squirmed in your seat slightly, thankfully unnoticed by Sebastian, in an attempt to throw Ominis off guard, but unfortunately the blonde continued to tease you. As his finger entered you, you let out a slight sigh and bit your bottom lip, trying to play it off cooly as Sebastian looked over to you. "Y/N, are you sure you're okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine," you said, staring at Sebastian without blinking. You were trying so hard not to let out a soft whimper or slight moan that your ears were ringing, loudly.

Ominis' finger moved in and out of you so slowly as Sebastian turned to him and continued talking, occasionally looking over to you. Sebastian was worried about you, after all, you hadn't been yourself for a few days. The pair continued their conversation as you took a deep breath, trying to ignore the fact Ominis was fingering you in public, in front of your boyfriend. What in Merlin's name was he thinking? You were feeling simultaneously angry and pleasured all at once and you were silently begging for his finger to move in and out of your cunt faster.

Knowing any faster pace would alert Sebastian to his antics, Ominis inserted a second finger into you, curling them upwards inside of you and hitting that sweet spot. "Merlin," you whispered, almost quietly. Almost.

"What's wrong Y/N?" Ominis asked.

You didn't need to look at him to hear the smirk on his face. "It's just so warm," you said, moving your drink to the side and placing your head on the table.

"Do you want to go inside?" Sebastian asked, but you shook your head and closed your eyes.

Ominis' pace sped up as Sebastian roared with laughter. From what you gathered, the pair were talking about their time at Hogwarts, more specifically before you arrived, but you didn't care at this time to listen. You were just trying your best not to moan.

You felt your cunt clench as your orgasm edged closer and you panicked. Why was this turning you on? You weren't sure, but it was. "Sebastian?" You squeaked, lifting your head off the table slightly.

"Yes, love?" He asked tilting his head to the side.

"Can you get me a latte please?" You asked.

"A latte? Y/N it's boiling out here!" Sebastian said.

You felt Ominis' head turn to face you as you focused your eyes on Sebastian. Your vision began to cloud and tears threatened to gloss over your eyes as your orgasm approached. "Just, please," you snapped. "I want some sugar."

"Okay..." Sebastian said. "Ominis, another drink?"

"No thank you Sebastian," Ominis replied, his fingers slowing down their pace to a halt as Sebastian stood up.

He couldn't leave fast enough. As soon as Sebastian entered the Three Broomsticks once more, Ominis' fingers continued their rapid movements and you let out a mixed cough and moan as your orgasm hit you. "Oh fuck, Ominis," you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and slamming your head back on the table in an attempt to not draw attention your way. As your orgasm washed over you Ominis' fingers came to a stop and he withdrew them, quickly slipping the two digits into his mouth and licking your arousal off of them. "What are you playing at?" You hissed, missing the feeling of his fingers inside your cunt. "That was low. Real low, Gaunt."

"Don't pretend you didn't like it, love," he whispered, popping his fingers out of his mouth and wiping the spit off on his trousers. "I love you, Y/N."

You weren't sure what to say back to that. You didn't love Ominis, no. You liked him, sure that much was obvious from the other night, but you didn't love him. You loved Sebastian, right? Yeah. You loved Sebastian. Your boyfriend.

Your cheeks were burning and tears fell from your eyes as you kept your head on the table. You closed your eyes tightly, not allowing the tears of guilt to fall, and ignored Ominis' hand on the small of your back. He felt guilty too, but like he said, his love for you was stronger than the guilt he was feeling.

Ominis removed his hand from your back as he heard Sebastian approaching and a latte was placed in front of you. "Here you go my dear," Sebastian said, smiling down at you.

"Thank you," you croaked, not bothering to look up at Sebastian or your new drink.

"I hope that helps, if not you should go back to the apartment and lie down," Ominis said.

"I think Ominis is right," Sebastian nodded.

After a few minutes, you finally lifted your head off the table to blow onto your latte in an attempt to cool it down before taking your first sip. You nodded slowly to yourself as Sebastian and Ominis talked amongst themselves yet again. "I think I'm going to go home," you managed to choke out. "I-I don't feel so good."

"Okay sweetheart," Sebastian said, standing up and making his way around the bench to you. He held out his hand to help you up and Ominis stood up also. "Do you need us to walk you home?"

"No, I'll be fine," you replied, looking into Sebastian's eyes. He smiled softly at you before pressing his lips to yours, giving you a deep kiss to say goodbye and wrapping his arms around you in a loving embrace.

"I love you Y/N," Sebastian said. Usually those words would make your stomach do somersaults, but this time all's you heard was Ominis' voice.

You turned to say a swift goodbye to Ominis, but he pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your cheek. This wasn't unusual behaviour for Ominis when saying goodbye to you, and so Sebastian didn't think anything of it. But you knew the meaning behind it and quickly pulled away from his hug, before turning on your heels to walk away.

The chatter from the two best friends faded away as you walked away from the Three Broomsticks and in the general direction of your shared apartment with your loving boyfriend. The guilt in your stomach rising. As soon as you got home you flopped onto your bed and allowed the tears of guilt and conflicting to fall and fell asleep.

I hope you guys like part two of cheating! You can find part one in my masterlist!

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darknights04 · 1 year

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"You wouldn't Understand."

Pairings: Sebastian Sallow x gn!reader

Summary: Y/n, Sebastian, Anne, and Ominis have been friends since they've been at Hogwarts. When Anne got sick, Y/n offered to stay behind with her. Then one day, Sebastian came to visit them, with a new friend of his in tow.

Warning: Hogwarts Legacy spoilers, Slight gore/violence (duel with a goblin), angst, the Hogwarts legacy mc being a butthead. Not proofread!

Disclaimer: (as most of you know) I do not own any of the characters featured in this story. There will eventually be a second part to this however that won't be until I am able to complete Sebastian's storyline.

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Sebastian, Anne, and Y/n have been inseparable from a very young age. All three having grown up in Feldcroft made that fact inevitable. They spent all of their time at Hogwarts together, along with Ominis Gaunt of course. The four of them ate meals together, sat together in class, and spent nearly every night laughing together in the Slytherin common room.

That all changed when Anne fell ill.

After Anne was cursed, the pain was far too great for her to keep on attending Hogwarts. She would have to stay home these last few years, away from her friends and away from the magic within the school. Sebastian had immediately volunteered to stay behind with her. Being her twin brother, Sebastian could not imagine going to school without her. But Anne was quick to deny his offer. In his stead, Y/n decided that they would be the one to stay behind with Anne. Neither of the Sallow twins were happy about this arrangement either, but Y/n managed to convince them both with time. They told Anne that as long as the Ministry allowed them to use magic off campus, and professor continued sending assignments by owl, they wouldn’t fall behind. They told Sebastian that he needed time and space in order to research a cure for his sister. Not to mention the fact that Anne would never be completely honest about her state to her brother. Y/n would be his eyes and ears back home, keeping track of Anne and reporting back.

For a while, this solution worked. All were happy for a time. Sure, Ominis and Sebastion missed their friends at school, but each sent enough owls to compensate for the loss of time they had. Y/n was still learning spells from home, keeping up rather nicely with the rest of the 5th-years all things considered. Sure, their progress would be more proficient from the school, and they couldn’t do everything the same, but it was enough.

It was an ordinary day when Sebastian had come to surprise his sister, and Y/n of course, with n impromptu visit. Neither expected his arrival, but both were elated upon seeing him.

Anne had been sitting at the dining room table, reading one of her books as usual while Y/n was reading through their schoolwork behind the hanging curtains used to separate the bedrooms when he arrived. Y/n heard the front door open, sure, but they simply pictured it had been Anne’s uncle, Solomon, heading outside to finish his work. It wasn’t until Anne gasped with delight that they had turned to find Solomon, still standing in his spot behind them.

“Sebastian!” Y/n heard Anne announce. Now they were quickly heading into the main foyer of the house as well. “Where did you-”

Before Anne could finish, Y/n took advantage of the small space between the twins and jumped up to give Sebastian the biggest hug they could muster. “Sebastian!” they celebrated as well. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you both,” he said with a smile. “Hogwarts is not the same without you.”

As Y/n opened their eyes, still hugging the boy in front of them, they noticed another person standing behind.

“Who’s this?” Anne asked curiously. Y/n stepped back to allow Sebastian space to introduce his new friend.

“Oh, of course,” Sebastian said, nearly seeming to have forgotten. Whether he had forgotten that the new student was there or that the two hadn’t met them yet, Y/n didn’t know. “Anne, Y/n. This is Jo. The new fifth year I was telling you about.”

“Hello, Jo,” Anne said with a polite smile. Y/n offered a small wave yet no words left their mouth.

“How do you do?” Jo replied, returning Anne’s grin.

“When I told them I was coming to visit they wanted to come with and meet you,” Sebastian continued, nudging Anne slightly as he did so.

“And you as well, Y/n,” Jo finished, still smiling although now it felt more awkward than polite. “Ominis always seems to talk about you both nonstop. Sebastian too.”

“Does he?” Anne chuckled. “Oh how I do miss Ominis. How is he doing?”

“He’s Ominis,” Sebastian responded, returning Anne’s small laugh. “He’s been a bit perturbed lately.”

“Oh?” Y/n said, speaking up for the first time since introductions have been made. “Why is that?”

“He’s rather upset that Sebastion has shown me the Undercroft I think.”

“The Undercroft?” Y/n repeated, both their and Anne’s face exhibiting pure shock. “Seb’s shown you the Undercroft?”

“Just so they would have a space to pracice their spells,” Sebastian defended. “Catching up to five years worth of teachings takes time and space after all.”

“Which I’m sure the professors have more than happy to supply?” Anne asked with a slight tone of sarcasm.

“You can’t be upset with me, Anne,” Sebastian said, his straight face slowly turning into a slight smirk. “Look what I’ve brought you.”

Sebastian pulled a small fruit out of seemingly no where as Anne let out a small gasp.

“Is that what I think it is?”

It was then that their Unlce Solomon spoke up, snatching the fruit from his hand before Anne could reach it.

“Hey!” Sebastian protested.

“We’ve been over this, boy,” he began. “Shrivelfigs cannot reverse a curse, nothing can! The sooner you accept that reality the better.” With that, he pulled out his wand and evaporated the fruit into thin air.

“But we haven’t tried everything!” Sebastian combatted.

“There is no cure!” Solomon yelled. “When will you accept that?!”

“Never! I can never accept that!”

“Sebastian!” Y/n called as Anne had suddlenly been toppled over by sudden onslaughts of pain. Right as they got his attention, Anne screamed out from the pain.

“Now look what you’ve done,” Solomon lectured, rushing the Anne’s aid alongside Y/n. Sebastian was at a loss for words for a moment.

“A-Anne I’m sorry,” he stuttered before Solomon turned to growl at him once more.

“Leave,” was all he said. Sebastian didn’t put up a fight. Jo followed out right behind him.

“Sebastian, wait!” Y/n called out, rushing out the door behind them.

“If you don’t mind, I just need a moment alone,” they heard him say to Jo. Jo stepped aside right away, but Y/n knew better.

“Seb!” they called again.

“I don’t wish to talk about it, Y/n.”

“Yes, you do,” they responded simply. “Sebastian Sallow I have known you for well over a decade now, I know when you need to vent.”

“I shouldn’t have come,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll see you later, Y/n.”

Y/n watched behind as Sebastian turned to leave, Jo following close behind. Y/n didn’t know how long they were standing there before Anne slowly made her way out the door, placing a hand on their shoulder.

“You should be resting,” Y/n said simply, a longing gaze still following where Sebastian had left.

“I know,” Anne smiled. “I don’t like them.”

“Who?”

“Who do you think?”

“Yeah,” Y/n sighed. “I don’t like them either.”

---

It had been weeks since you had last spoken to Sebastian. He had sent you an owl or two since the last he visited Feldcroft, but you’ve heard nothing since.

“Have you heard anything?” they has asked Anne after a few minutes of silence during dinner.

“From Sebastian?” she confirmed. “No, not since his last owl. I’m a bit worried.”

“So am I.”

The pair fell into a pregnant silence once again, neither wanting to express what they both feared.

“You should tell him,” Anne spoke up after another moment.

“Tell him what?”

“How you feel.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

Y/n sighed. “The four of us have been friends for as long as I can remember. The three of us even longer. He doesn’t see me in that way.”

“How would you know that if you don’t say anything?”

“Because, Anne! I can tell.” The two fell silent again, but this time only for a second. Anne stayed quiet because she knew that Y/n had more to say, her silence was her own way of encouraging them to do so. “It’s just…” Y/n continued. “You say how he was acting around Jo. You saw the way they made his eyes sparkle. He’s never looked at me like that.”

“He only looks at you like that,” Anne quickly combatted. “I didn’t see that familiar gleam in his eye until you walked in that day. That ‘sparkle’ you saw was not reserved for Jo. It was for you.”

“I would have seen it before,” Y/n shrugged. “If I was able to notice it then I should have been able to see it if it was there in the past.”

“But it has been!” she insisted. “Trust me! Every longing glance, every wistful stare, I have had to watch Sebastian give you. You’ve just never seen it because you were too busy giving him the same look.”

Y/n sat and thought about it for a moment. Anne was right. At least, they hoped she was. And they weren’t going to waste any more time. Without another word, Y/n rushed to their shared bedroom with Anne, rummaging through everything to find a spare piece of parchment. When they found one, they began to write.

My dearest Sebastian, they wrote

I’ve spent enough years waiting for the right time to tell you this, but I think the time has come. Seb.. I -

Their writing was cut off by a loud bang coming from outside. Y/n whipped their head up and took their wand out quickly, slowly approaching a window. They half expected to see one of the Feldcroft residents using confringo or bombarda on a nearby training dummy. But what actually awaited them outside was much worse.

Feldcroft was under attack.

Goblins, aall Ranrok’s followers were storming the village. Solomon could be heard hollering from them outside. It wasn’t until Anne shouted that Y/n sprang into action.

“Anne!” they called, bursting through the front door of the Sallow’s house. Anne was crouch over near the ground, panting for breath as more goblins began to storm the village. “Where is everyone?” they wondered allowed, seeing no one but themself and the Sallows defending the village.

“Probably hiding in their cellars,” Solomon concluded before raising his voice so they could hear and shouting out, “COWARDS!”

No matter what the trio did, more goblins seemed to keep coming. Y/n didn’t know what they were after, but they didn’t wish to find out.

Then, out of no where, Sebastian had arrived with Jo trailing close behind. The two didn’t hesitate before jumping into action, helping the other three defend from the goblins attacking. The battle seemed to never end.

Y/n and Anne had finished off the last of the goblins surrounding them, stopping for a moment to take a small rest. Before they knew it, another goblin was approaching Anne with his sword raised above his head, Anne didn’t have time to react. Just as Y/n began lifting their wand once again, she heard someone else shout from across the square, “Imperio!”

They turned to see Sebastian holding his wand out towards the goblin, a sinister look in his eyes that were partially clouded over.

“Sebastian,” they gasped in slight disbelief, standing up from their crouched position on the ground. Before anything else could be said, everyone watched as the goblin before them brought his own sword to his neck, and sliced it. Y/n’s hands flew to their mouth. Anne gasped from her spot on the ground, her eyes widening in fear. They were each frozen. Sebastian ran to Anne and offered his hand to her to help her up. Anne looked at him in fear, unmoving.

“Boy, what have you done!” Solomon spat in his direction, rushing between he and Anne.

“Saved my sister!” Sebastian combatted. “I-”

“With an unforgivable curse! From that damned book no doubt!” he continued, helping Anne off the ground and ushering her inside. “Your father would be ashamed! You’ve gone too far, Sebastian. Stay away from her. From all of us.”

As Solomon led Anne inside, Y/n stayed standing where they were, eyes focused unwarily at Sebastian as Jo ran inside, no doubt to defend his actions to his family.

“Y/n,” he said slowly, almost begging as he approached them. “Please, you have to understand that I-”

“This isn’t the first you’ve used dark magic, is it?” they asked simply.

“I would never-”

“You have to mean it to cast those curses.”

“I had to protect Anne! Surely you can understand that.”

“I love Anne as dearly as you do,” they began. “But Seb, she doesn’t want this. She doesn’t want you to lose yourself for her. In the end, none of us win that way.”

“I did what I had to do. To protect her. You would have done the same.”

“There are a hundred other spells you could have used to ‘protect’ her!” Y/n combatted. “All of which have not been labeled as dark, unforgivable magic!”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

At this, Y/n scoffed. “Me? I wouldn’t understand? I have been here every day, Sebastian! While you and Ominis are at school, I’m here. With Anne. I watch her struggle every day and I would give anything to take that away from her. So don’t you dare tell me that I don’t understand.”

“Y/n!” Sebastian called as they turned away from him, walking back towards their house. Y/n didn’t turn back. They didn’t want him to see the small tears welling up in their eyes.

Meanwhile, Jo was exploring the Sallow house, trying to comfort Anne and defend Sebastian’s actions to his uncle. While looking around, they found the letter Y/n had begun writing to him. After reading it, Jo looked left and right to see no one was watching and muttered a quiet “Incendio,” under their breath, watching as the small parchment that never got to see the light of day burned to ash. Burned to nothing.

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