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orobaxis · 6 months

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a lesson in love.

The puppet that had recently begun to live in your village had been acting strange around you lately. His name was Kabukimono, and you had never met anyone like him before. You distinctly remember the first time you saw him, Niwa and the others crowded around him. He had the fairest skin, long luscious locks, and clothing that only the highest-standing nobles in Inazuma could afford. He almost reminded you of a princess.

Although the other villagers accepted him, they were still quite reserved towards him. Niwa, Katsuragi, and a few others were the only ones who would smile and laugh with him, ruffling his hair as if he were a normal human. And though Kabukimono was greatly pleased by this, you could see he was still rather lonely. After all, his friends worked most of the day while he was left to his own devices as of now.

You were fascinated by the beautiful boy who seemed enamored with the most simplest of things life had to offer - collecting fruits (especially Lavender Melon, which seemed to be his favorite), playing with finches and other small creatures, and shyly yet curiously watching the other children play from a distance. You were quite entranced with him, and so you struck up a conversation with him. From that day forward, Kabukimono was a changed puppet.

Kabukimono would constantly stare at you and then immediately look away when you turned to face him. He would trail behind you like a lost puppy until you acknowledged him, and quickly scurry to your side. You would wake up to the puppet sitting outside your house, waiting to start the day with you (you were greatly concerned once you realized he sat there for the whole night.) He’d insist on carrying everything for you, and although he was very strong, he did not have a good sense of balance, and well… you can guess how that turned out. He was quite literally attached to your hip, and it didn’t take long for everyone else to notice as well.

The kids would giggle uncontrollably and start to whisper: “Kabuki and [Name], sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-”, you quickly clamped your hands over their mouths before they could say anything else, while the puppet was confused the whole time. Couples would shoot you knowing looks. Niwa’s wiggling eyebrows and grin did not help you much either. Kabukimono’s love-struck behavior only increased but the problem was that he himself did not understand why he felt this way. Often you would see him with a stumped expression. And well, you had grown a soft spot for the puppet too… you completely adored him. You wanted to make him happy. But first, you must talk with him.

It was a normal day where you were doing nothing in particular, simply enjoying the calmness while Kabukimono sat next to you as well. The puppet had trouble understanding the concept of “relaxing” and doing nothing but he did feel the stress leaving his body whenever he engaged in this activity with you. The birds chirped, the breeze was cool, and everything felt perfect for some conversation.

“Kabukimono, have you been alright lately?” you questioned, hoping to get him to talk about his feelings. The puppet perked up at your voice.

“Me? Yes, I’ve been fine. Why?”

“Well, sometimes I see you looking a little down. I was just wondering why.” Kabukimono was surprised you noticed that, and he felt a bit shy but happy at how much you paid attention to him.

“W-well, it’s nothing really,” he tried to reassure himself and you but you didn’t buy it.

“You know you can tell me anything,” you advised. “I want to help you with whatever’s bothering you.” Kabukimono chewed on his lip, persuaded by your kindness. A determined expression appeared on his face.

“I think I’m sick, [Name],” he said it so seriously you were caught off guard. Out of all answers, you were not expecting that.

“Sick…? But you know you cannot get sick,” you said, trying to hint at the fact that puppets could not contract illnesses.

“I know that, but there’s just no other explanation I can think of! I asked some of the children in the village, and my symptoms line up with what they said!”

“Well, what are your symptoms?”

“My body gets really hot, my palms get sweaty… and my chest starts to feel funny,” he explained.

“Hmm, that does sound like a sickness.” The puppet let out a resigned sigh but then straightened up again.

“But…”

“But?”

“These things… they only happen around you, [Name]. Around everyone else I’m fine, but then as soon as I see you, all these weird things start happening to me,” Kabukimono looked down at his lap bashfully, almost afraid his statement would offend you. Your heart completely melted.

“Hey, look at me, Kabukimono,” you requested, and the puppet slowly complied, looking at you with his shimmering, worried eyes. “Don’t give me that look,” you giggled. “I’m not mad. In fact, I think I know what’s wrong with you. But I… need to do a quick test on you to confirm. Is that okay?”

Hope appeared in his eyes as he nodded excitedly. “Oh, of course! But what do you need to do?”

“Here, give me your hands, Kabukimono,” you said gently, as you placed his soft palms on top of yours. The puppet’s stunned and red-faced reaction already told you everything you needed to know but you still had to take this slowly. “How do you feel right now?”

“I-, I…” Kabukimono struggled to find the words to describe his current state. All he felt was hot, hot, hot from the simple yet affectionate gesture. But the patient smile you gave him was comforting. “I feel very happy, and my mouth hurts from smiling so much. And my body is getting hot like I said before.”

“I see,” you nodded in understanding. You released his hands from yours, much to Kabukimono’s disappointment, but then you placed your hand on his cheek, immediately bringing back his giddiness. “What about now?”

“I feel so…” The puppet was cut off as your thumb suddenly moved to trace your lip. “Ah, it feels like my chest is going to explode!” You chuckled at his simplicity as you removed your hands from him.

“And you’re absolutely sure you only feel this way towards me?” Kabukimono shook his head rapidly.

“No! No, no one else. No one else comes close to you,” he declared, intent on making himself clear, still in awe at the tingly feeling your thumb left on his lips. Your heart sped up from his unintentional adorableness.

“Well, I think I know what you’ve been inflicted with,” you nodded in response. “Yes, it’s quite obvious to me now.” Kabukimono leaned in more, curiosity taking over his body. He was so interested to hear what a smart human like you would say.

“You’re not sick, Kabukimono. You’re simply feeling a rather intense emotion,” you said slowly, hoping not to confuse him. “You are in love,” you finished. Kabukimono’s face was frozen in shock, only a slight shaking of his mouth and eyes could differentiate him from a statue.

“Love… love, i-is that what this is…?” His voice had come to almost a whisper. “Love, like how those married couples love each other?” Suddenly the mental image of him kissing and holding you appeared in his mind and would not leave. “Love!” The puppet could not help but repeat the lovely word again and again. But then a realization hit him and his excitement came to a screeching halt.

“But love… love needs more than one person, does it not? You need to… oh,” the reality of the situation hurt him. Surely you would never return his love. Surely you were interested in someone else, someone who was human. He was just a no-good puppet. Quickly you found your words to comfort him.

“No, no, no, Kabukimono. Look at me, pretty. Please don’t look so forlorn. You need not worry, as I love you too. I love you with my whole heart,” you stated matter-of-factly, in a way that could not be disputed.

It felt like something was stuck in Kabukimono’s throat, as he found it hard to push words out. “You… love me?” You vigorously nodded in confirmation. “You love me,” he repeated as if saying it more and more would help it settle in. “You love me… such an amazing person loves me…”

You squeezed his hand in response. “Yes, I love you dearly, Kabukimono. I want us to be together,” you said softly. The puppet’s mouth opened and closed, not sure how to even respond to such tenderness. But what ended up coming out was a pitiful sob and streaming tears.

“Thank you for teaching me… thank you for loving me. I don’t know how I could-” The boy’s words began to slur as he cried. Although he loved you dearly, Kabukimono’s mind could only think about how you could abandon him as his creator did. Would you soon deem him unworthy or not good enough, and leave him too? You were taken aback at this drastic change in behavior but quickly pulled him into the reassuring warmth of your chest. You now understood what Niwa meant when he said he was an emotional puppet.

“Hey, hey, deep breaths, okay?” You rubbed Kabukimono’s back in gentle motions as you instructed him. “In, out… in, out, okay…?” The puppet followed your directions and with time, his sobs lessened and now he was a curled-up quiet mess that was in your arms. He would not move away from your chest, and you would be more concerned but you knew he did not need to breathe.

“You don’t need to apologize or thank me for anything. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but… I will always be here for you. You are a beautiful, kind soul. I am so happy to love you, my dearest,” you whispered, stroking his hair in a further attempt to calm him. The puppet almost felt like bawling again at your sincerity, but your voice was such a soft lull, all he wanted to do was take a break in your embrace.

“I love you, [Name]...” Kabukimono mumbled softly, as he fell asleep right there on your chest, knowing that he would be blessed with dreams with you instead of his abandonment.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

#genshin impact #scaramouche

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orobaxis · 7 months

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i've met a stranger today

thrawn x reader a/n: angst, meeting thrawn again…for the first time. no thoughts in my head, only thrawn.

i tracked down the artist (i think!) credits to @morri-gilmour

you met a stranger today. donned with imperial uniform you have not seen in over a decade, the tunic worn and frayed, but so obviously handled with care. even after all these years, the chimaera was still a sight to behold: massive, magnificent, magnanimous. just like the grand admiral who governed it. the stormtroopers around you all looked formidable, despite the cracks, tears, and burns. the gold inlaid into their armor was a symbol of their remaking and their strength. the sound of a plate crashing to the floor took you back to a memory you forgot you had.

the knock on your door startled you and your grip on the plate and it cracked into pieces by your feet. you were upset, you remember, but his hands were slow and deliberate as he picked up the pieces. "thrawn, no," you told him, kneeling beside him to help him clean up, "you'll get hurt. i'll sweep it away. i'm sorry, you just startled me." outside of his uniform, and in the comfort of your home, he looked a lot more relaxed. his hair was just starting to grow, and you enjoyed running your hands through them. "it's quite alright," once again, it took something very serious to upset him, but you still felt bad, "we don't have to throw it. we can mend it instead, it's still useful." he gestured to the large pieces, trying to piece them together. "do you remember the potteries in the museum we went to?" with your nod, he continued, "they were broken, and repaired by mending the breakage with lacquered gold. those who practice that art believe and accept the idea of transience and imperfection." "and that idea that nothing lasts forever," you added, remembering what the curator told you.

you and your husband spent the remaining time you had mending it, and you had bitterly thought then that without him, a broken piece would never be mended again.

the soldiers chant his name. the sound of it so familiar. because that was the name you would chant too, in the dark of the night, to anyone who would listen. you didn't really know what you prayed for. maybe to see him again? or maybe you wished none of this ever happened. until finally, before you, stood grand admiral thrawn. the man you had been searching for for more than a decade. and yet.

and yet it's also not him.

you were supposed to spend your life together. how did it turn out like this? your life passed by just wondering what it would have been like if he hadn't disappeared. you mourn the life you could have had.

it should have been with him.

you met a stranger today. but it's weird. because you knew him very well. all of his names, personality, favourites, secrets, goals and ambitions. the things he loved to do,

and his smile that was once shared with you.

when thrawn finally turned to you, you saw it. the crack between the inlaid gold. his mouth opened, the only break in his stoic expression. he recognized you. and he was probably thinking that he met a stranger today too.

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #lars mikkelsen #star wars #star wars chiss #star wars rebels #ahsoka episode 6 #ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka #thrawn imagine #thrawn trilogy #thrawn x oc #thrawn x reader #mitth’raw’nuruodo my beloved #mitth'raw'nuruodo #star wars thrawn #thrawn ascendancy #thrawn x you

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orobaxis · 8 months

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😭😭😭😭😭😭

never gonna shut up about this i'm sorry

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orobaxis · 1 year

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the way i started crying when this ai said this

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thrawn x reader #star wars #star wars rebels

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orobaxis · 1 year

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just finished jedi: survivor

#insert screaming reaction pics #cal kestis #jedi survivor #star wars #merrin #greez #star wars jedi: survivor

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orobaxis · 1 year

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when he says “i love you” but grand admiral thrawn, mitth’raw’nuruodo, says these:

#grand admiral thrawn #thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #star wars #thrawn x reader #thrawn imagines #star wars rebels #queue #sorry i’ve been gone! been really busy with my thesis!!! ily all!!!

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orobaxis · 1 year

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Just wanted to say that I love all of your Ominis fics. Your posts make my day! please keep writing <3

aahhh anony thank you so much for the encouragement! i feel a bit bad for the quality of fics, but i'm trying to be better. im glad you love them ily!!!! <3

#anon #queue

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orobaxis · 1 year

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Hii can I request ominis x reader reverse comfort (reader comforts ominis) tyy

hello anony! i just posted something like this! it's here! i hope you like it, it's a bit short though. thank you! <3

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt imagine #anon #queue

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orobaxis · 1 year

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Hi!!!

Could I request ominis x reader where maybe he’s a little down? And reader comforts him?

Thank uuuuuu

safe with us

ominis gaunt x reader

warnings: adult ominis + reader, marriage, a baby; very short!

ominis wakes up from his nightmare with a jolt, his body sitting himself up from bed and the wand by his side raised in instinct. it felt so real. it’s hard to discern where he is, but he feels somewhat chastised that there is no screaming, no howls of pain, nor sounds of evil and demented laughter. now to find out where he is.

he starts to breathe, calming his heart from beating too fast in his chest. when his ragged breathing quiets down, all he hears is the calm, steady breaths next to him. he slowly reaches a hand and feels skin. an arm. ominis’ hand travels upward and touches the face of the person next to him.

familiar, beautiful.

it’s you.

he sighs in relief at that, hand still on your cheek. you are still in the throes of sleep, not even noticing that he is awake, and you unconsciously bury your head further into the pillow, a small smile on your face that ominis definitely feels against his hand.

“it was just a dream,” he convinces himself. he wasn’t there anymore, with that horrible family. he’s with you.

you slowly wake when you lose the feel of his warm, comforting hand on your skin. squinting, you see your husband awake and sitting next to you. “love?” you call out, voice raspy from sleep. ominis sighs at the sound of your voice, something more prominent and tangible, real.

“i didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologizes, head turned away. “i just…”

“did you have another nightmare?”

he says nothing, but nods. you sit up from your side now, scooting on your knees so you can situate yourself behind him. you bring your arms around him, making sure he can feel you and know that this is real, he isn’t back there, he is here, with you. safe and happy.

“i dreamt i was with them again. the gaunts. that they started hurting you and her,” ominis shakes his head. “it felt so real.” his voice cracks as he looks down.

gently, you bring one hand to rub the expanse of his back, resting your cheek against it. the nightmares started coming back, especially now. it might be due to some sleep deprivation, seeing as you didn’t even notice him jolting awake beside you when you are usually not that deep a sleeper. slowly, ominis turns to you, and you let him wrap his arms around your frame. he leans in to rest his forehead on yours, and you reach to wipe some tears off his cheeks.

“do you want to hold her?” you ask him, “just to feel her presence?”

your husband nods, almost enthusiastically.

noctua is fast asleep in the adjoining room. such a tiny, happy baby. chubby arms and cheeks and so giggly. you lead ominis to her crib, where he reaches for her and holds her in his arms. she doesn’t wake, but burrows her face to his chest, enjoying her father’s smell.

“i can’t bear the thought of them finding you and her,” he tells you, “and having them hurt little noctua.”

“they won’t find us,” you reassure him, hand coming to cup his own that was supporting noctua’s head. “noctua’s gonna grow up none the wiser, just a happy little baby spoiled by her dad.”

ominis grins at that, running a finger over her soft baby cheek. “i’ll make sure you’re both safe. i promise.” his daughter shifts a bit, gurgling before her lips stretch into a small smile. you smile too, resting your cheek on your husband’s shoulder, and enjoy the moment.

they never find you.

my tiktoks are slowly filling with seb and ominis stuff (i love it and ily all! you all have been so kind to me!) <3

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x y/n #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt x you #ominis x reader #ominis x you #ominis gaunt fluff

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orobaxis · 1 year

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Fluffy yule ball with ominis?

will 'yule' go to the ball with me?

summary: you try to ask ominis to go with you to the yule ball, but he’s never around

ominis gaunt x f!slytherin!reader

inspired by this very cute art by @rnrvsk

word count: 2415

slytherin common room, 8 am

sebastian gives you a funny look, watching as you pace back and forth in the common room. “did you sleep at all?” he asks. you normally aren’t even awake at this time, so the only way you are currently up and standing today is by not sleeping at all.

“what? yes…yes,” you answer distractedly, not stopping your pacing. you are certain that there are some indentations on the floor now where your shoes were, but you couldn’t help yourself. at this time, people are finally starting to get ready, some who are early risers already out and about. anne is still getting ready and sebastian, who is surprisingly an early riser, is shocked to see you be the first to be waiting. it’s usually ominis and him.

“where’s ominis?” you ask him.

“i don’t know,” sebastian shrugs, watching your face fall. “he wasn’t there when i woke up. must have gone to see professor sharp or something.”

you nod, both relieved and nervous. “alright…good, that’s good…”

“why are you so distracted today?”

“no reason!” you snap, and upon seeing anne coming up behind sebastian, you huff, “let’s go!” leaving the twins baffled.

ominis is ruining your plan. well, half-baked plan. scratch that, there’s barely any plan. you just talked yourself into asking him to go with you to the yule ball last night, while you were half asleep.

“hmm, wouldn’t that be nice?” you thought to yourself, “if only i had the courage to ask him.”

another part of you shouts in your head so loud that it almost rattles you, “but you do have the courage! ask him tomorrow, first thing in the morning!”

“yeah!” you thought, “i’ll ask him tomorrow when i see him in the common room. i’ll wake up early too so we’re not interrupted.”

alas, the one time you wake up the earliest you’ve ever had, and ominis was nowhere in sight. the twins quietly observe your silent malding as you three ascend to the great hall. it will be harder to catch ominis there with everyone being able to hear you. as much as you love and trust sebastian and anne, you don’t want them to be around just in case ominis delivers the “sorry, but…” reply.

“he’s not going to say that,” the optimistic part of yourself consoles you, “you’re friends! why would he reject you?”

“maybe he doesn’t like us that way,” the sadder, pessimistic part of you joins in, now making you anxious, “what if he laughs in our face?”

“shut up,” you hiss, trying to quiet the voices arguing in your head. a first year turns to you warily, surprised that you hissed at them for no reason, “not you,” you tell them, still marching towards the great hall.

“is…y/n losing it?” sebastian leans towards anne.

“i don’t know,” anne shrugs, eyes still wide as she observes you, “if she’s lost it, then it was only a matter of time anyway…”

great hall, 8:30 am

“where were you?” you plop down next to ominis in the great hall, surprising him. the force of you jumping down next to him is enough to jostle the goblet of pumpkin juice he is holding, and he doubles over to make sure it doesn’t spill.

“where was who?” he asks.

“you!” you whisper-shout, “we waited for you in the common room, but you weren’t there. sebastian,” you send the sallow boy a quick glance (which he absolutely mistook as a glare, terrifying himself), “said you were gone when he woke up.”

“yes,” ominis clears his throat, “i had some errands to attend to.”

“errands?” you raise an eyebrow, “what errands are you doing at 8 in the morning? feeding chickens?”

he huffs, “if you must know, y/n, i was at the owlery. it was very urgent.”

ominis really only goes to the owlery to send letters to his family. he doesn’t like to do so, but he once received two very loud howlers in the middle of potions class when he thought he could get away with ignoring his parents. now, he tries to return their letters as soon as possible.

“still,” you gently nudge his shoulder, “you should’ve told us.” ominis nods at you with a smile. eyeing the twins, who are deep in conversation (argument) about who should get to keep a niffler every night (they haven’t got a niffler, this is all hypothetical), you think this is a good enough time to ask him.

however, just as you are about to ask him to walk with you, ominis downs his pumpkin juice and sets his goblet down, before taking his wand out. “i have to go,” he stands up from the table, preparing to march away.

“where are you going?” sebastian asks, mouth still full of food.

“t-to class!” ominis replies, “i don’t want to be late!” he turns and almost sprints away from the table.

“ominis!” you call out his name, but it almost seems to make him go faster. you and the twins look at each other curiously, “...but we all have the same class together…”

defense against the dark arts tower, 11:40 am

“why do you sleep on the floor?” you jut your hip as you look down at ominis and sebastian, both splayed out on the floor, relaxing, “peeves could have flooded a bathroom and this floor would not be clean at all.”

“don’t worry, we cleaned it,” sebastian waves his hand absent-mindedly. your gaze turns to the floor, clearly dusty and with one…two…three spiders that you can see lounging about.

“can i borrow ominis for a moment?” you ask. ominis hums, turning his head towards you, “no, you cannot copy my transfiguration homework.”

“it’s not that!” you sigh, turning pink in embarrassment. you’re glad that sebastian has his eyes closed and that ominis cannot see you flushing in front of them. “i just need to talk to you, is all.”

ominis rolls his eyes dramatically before standing up. sebastian doesn’t even move, and you gently nudge his leg with your shoe, much to his chagrin (“let me rest, y/n!” “sorry, sorry,” you apologize half-heartedly, “i thought you were dead!”). ominis follows you to a corner, and he leans against the wall.

it must be due to nerves and your brain not actually knowing what to say, but you find ominis standing there in front of you, his arms across his chest, hair a bit messy from rolling around the floor, quite adorable. before you can stop yourself, your hand reaches to ruffle his hair, enjoying the feel of his hair in your hand, and laugh when he exclaims in surprise. “you’re messing up my hair!”

“you already messed it up when you were lying down on the floor!”

both of his hands now frantically try to set it back, “well, now, it’s even more messed up.” once he’s satisfied of his hair, he sighs, “well y/n, what did you want to ask?”

this is it, go ask him!

“ominis, will you g–”

“PEEVES, STOP IT!”

the sound of the sallow boy screaming his head off interrupts you, and you both turn to the sound of the noise. peeves appeared next to sebastian dripping wet, juggling bowling pins (and failing). you swear one of those pins hit sebastian in the face. he storms away, much to peeves’ amusement. “peeves just hit sebastian with a bowling pin,” you tell ominis, who laughs, “and i’m sure peeves came from some bathroom somewhere.”

fine, maybe next time, you tell yourself before you and ominis turn to find the angry (and wet and hurt) sebastian.

girls’ bathroom, 3:15 pm

anne is watching you through the mirror, not saying anything. just…staring. you share a glance with her, hoping that she would talk, but nothing. she’s just looking.

“okay, you’re creeping me out.”

she sighs, “did you ask ominis yet?”

your head instantly jerks back up, eyes wide as you turn to reprimand her.

“relax!” she tells you, palms up in a show of surrender, “there’s no one in this bathroom, and i didn’t even tell sebastian.”

you breathe out a sigh of relief, “alright, fine. no, i didn’t ask him yet. i couldn’t find the time.”

the yule ball is coming up in two weeks. your family have been asking you if you plan to go with anyone, and while the answer is yes, you hadn’t really decided on that until last night. “do you think it’s weird that i’m asking ominis?”

“weird?” anne looks at you curiously, “no, not really. i know that you fancy him, so i don’t think it’s weird.”

“i mean…we’ve been friends for so long, what if he doesn’t see me that way?”

anne huffs, placing her hands on her hips, “you won’t know until you try! and besides, excluding you and me, who else does ominis really talk to? he doesn’t know how to talk to ladies!”

you make a face, “i don’t know. maybe we just think that, but it turns out he actually fancies someone…maybe even you!”

your friend pretends to gag at the thought, “i doubt sebastian would let him live if he likes me that way. he’d probably suffocate ominis in his sleep. it was hard enough to convince him to let me go to the ball with poppy!”

“only because that means he’s going alone,” you add, and you two share a laugh.

“tell you what,” anne places her hands on your shoulders, “we have a free period after herbology. go stay in the greenhouse for a bit and tell him to stay behind too. that you need his help for something.”

“uhh, ominis doesn’t like herbology.”

anne nods contemplatively, “right…well tell him that he needs your help if he wants to pass the final exam.” she looks you in the eye, “you’re gonna get your man, alright?”

feeling pumped, you nod at her, “right!”

greenhouse, 5 pm

ominis isn’t leaving.

that’s both a good thing…and a confusing thing. he is the last person who would want to stay behind during herbology. usually, it’s just you and anne, tending to your plants. what exactly is he doing, fiddling with his hands and pacing like he is about to break into a speech?

professor garlick isn’t surprised when she sees you staying behind, she has come to expect it. but, “mr. gaunt?” she asks, confused, “do you need help with something?”

“what?” he jumps in surprise, “no…no, just checking on my plants.”

you and professor garlick simultaneously turn your heads to his potting station, which is empty except for a repotted mandrake that you all tended to in class. you exchange looks with your professor before shrugging. “al…right,” she says slowly, uncertain, before slowly excusing herself. now it’s just you and him.

you watch him as you finish noting down important details of your plants, and jotting down that you had watered and fed them, “you didn’t have to wait up,” you tell him.

“no, it’s alright…” he insists, now walking towards you, “it’s alright,” he repeats.

you glance around, making sure there is no one there. if it’s just the two of you, which it seems like it is, now would be the perfect time.

“y/n–”

“ominis–”

you both turn to face each other, before laughing. “you go first,” you say.

“alright,” ominis exhales. he rubs the back of his neck, something that he does when he’s a bit nervous. one hand is also hidden behind him. you wonder what he is going to say. “here!”

he thrusts something towards you, so close to your face that you couldn’t see what it is at first.

you take a small step back to see…a bouquet.

or rather, an attempt at one.

a venomous tentacula is hissing close to your face, honking daffodils, and what looks to be a shrub where lacewing flies are normally gathered.

you move your head to the side in order to see his face (the whole bouquet is blocking it), eyes wide when you see him looking flushed.

“where…where did you get this?” you whisper.

“i grew the daffodils myself!” ominis states, pride seeping in his voice, “sebastian helped with the rest. he says they’re beautiful. i can’t see them, but they smell nice, so i hope you like them!” there’s a shy smile in his face, something you swear you’ve never seen before, “i asked poppy for some help, i didn’t know what to do or how to ask…and she was successful in asking anne so i thought…well–”

“well?” you’re now smiling widely, heart thumping excitedly.

“will you go to the yule ball with me?”

at the sound of your giggles, ominis thinks of the worst. that you are laughing at him. the smile on his face drops and he shakily drops the bouquet, only for you to wrap your hands around his and lift them back up.

“of course i will!”

“oh, it’s alright, we can all go together as frie–wait, what did you say?” ominis does a double take, eyes wide in disbelief, “you said yes?!”

“why wouldn’t i?” you exclaim excitedly, “i was going to ask you earlier today, that’s why i woke up early, but you weren’t there.”

“i had to send a letter to my family,” he grumbles, “they are to send me my dress robes. but we can also shop at hogsmeade if you want.”

“it doesn’t matter either way,” you reassure him, “as long as i get to go with you.”

you gently take the ‘bouquet’ from ominis, electing to repot the angry venomous tentacula and most of the honking daffodils.

“does this mean you fancy me too?” he pipes up.

laughing you nod, “yes…a little bit.”

ominis laughs at that, looking down to hide his blush. he’s quiet for a moment before laughing again, “sebastian is gonna be so mad that he’s going to the ball without a date.”

“well, i was going to ask him if you were gonna say no,” you tell him jokingly, loving the surprise look on his face when he turns to you so fast that he may have gotten whiplash.

“what?!”

“nothing,” you tell him, hand now in his as you guide him out of the greenhouse. in your other hand, a singular honking daffodil.

“i’m glad you said yes then,” ominis tells you, “i wouldn’t want you to be going to the ball with sebastian. now we can hold hands and snog–”

“ominis!”

“honk!”

watching my writing quality degrade in real time, but you know what they say, practice makes perfect! ily all! <3

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