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For Old Times’ Sake

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Ominis and his wife, MC, return home from a Ministry party. Ominis hasn’t quite sobered up yet.

Ominis x fem!MC

SFW—allusions to and non-explicit mentions of sex, but nothing comes of it

Cozy vibes only™. Not as tightly structured as most of my other fics, just be warned

Word count: 3,578

A/N: Soooo this kinda started as a simple HC post about how I imagine adult Ominis when he's drunk, and how he turns into the most cuddly and sleepy bear. I ended up having so much I wanted to say that it accidentally turned into a fic lol. This is rambly because it’s basically just a glorified list of attributes, sorry lol

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Ominis was more than happy to leave the party to which he and MC had been invited.

“Damned bureaucrats,” he had slurred as he held out his hand to help MC climb into a muggle’s carriage outside the opulent London flat where the party had been dragging on for five hours already.

“Ominis,” MC had gently chided as she sat and gathered the black and dark green skirts of her long dress inside the carriage. “I know they’re not the most exciting people, but we should at least try to be polite. After all, many of those people are working to keep us safe from the Gaunts—and they provided the drinks you enjoyed tonight.”

“They won’t hear me—they’re too busy pulling themselves off over their insignificant accomplishments in a vain attempt to climb their grotesque little hierarchy,” Ominis had grumbled. He had ducked inside the carriage after her, his dark ensemble catching the light of the carriage’s lantern and reflecting a subtle, deep green pattern. “But yes, they do have impeccable taste in alcohol.”

MC had sighed defeatedly and, rather than argue further, she had chosen to kiss his cheek in a silent warning to drop the subject.

In spite of his inebriation, Ominis had taken the hint.

As the carriage trundled along, the beat of the horses’ hooves and the sway of the carriage on the cobbled pavement lulled Ominis. He slowly began to slump against MC, who leaned on him in return. She looked up and removed the handsome top hat that was threatening to fall right off his head and placed it on the seat beside her. Ominis mumbled his thanks and took her ornately feathered hat off to kiss the top of her head. He softly mentioned how comfortable she was, barely audible over the carriage.

Ominis groused and tried to press himself closer to MC when the carriage slowed to a halt in front of the unassuming late-night restaurant. MC placed her husband’s hat back upon his head before replacing her own, practically pushing him upright to wake him up.

MC gracefully led a sleepy Ominis from the carriage, much to the bemusement of the driver, and the two made their way into the warm glow of the quiet restaurant.

“Just how much did you drink?” MC whispered, amused, as Ominis let her lead him through the door to avoid his wand being spotted by muggles.

“A few glasses of wine… oh, and some brandy. I can’t recall how much exactly,” Ominis mumbled. “I’ve felt worse.”

“I want you to rest the moment we get home,” MC replied sternly. “I don’t like to see you so unsteady on your feet.”

Ominis began to protest but relented, not wanting to worry his wife any further.

The restaurant was warm, dark and peaceful. The comforting scent of English cooking wafted through the dining room, and MC glanced at the tables hidden away in little wooden nooks, each party having quiet conversations while enjoying their food and drink.

MC guided Ominis to the bar where he quietly ordered a combination of drinks and appetizers that did not appear on the menu. The maître d’ nodded and escorted them to a small, well-appointed room in the back with a lively fireplace on the far wall. Ominis once again leaned against MC, wrapped an arm around her and lovingly stroked her shoulder as she took a small handful of powder from a nearby urn and tossed it in the fire, turning it a bright, glittering green.

“I cannot wait to be home,” Ominis mumbled. MC giggled and took him by the hand as they walked into the fireplace and emerged in the familiar comfort of their spacious drawing room.

The housekeeper sitting on the divan looked up from her book and hurried over to the couple to take their coats and hats, cheerfully greeting them. Ominis stretched and yawned impolitely before sinking into the plush couch in front of the fire, which had returned to its normal bright yellow and orange.

“The children were angels tonight,” the housekeeper beamed as she took MC’s coat. “They’re both tucked in and sound asleep. Shall I bring you two some tea and biscuits?”

MC followed the housekeeper’s gaze to Ominis, who had already shed his jacket and had a drunken smile on his face as he reclined on the couch. His arms were outstretched on the backrest and he soaked up the heat of the fireplace before him.

“If you could, please,” MC replied gratefully. She leaned in close and whispered. “It was another boring Ministry of Magic party, and he was exceptionally grumpy about it. He’s had quite a bit to drink.”

The two shared a quiet laugh. “I’ll be sure the cook includes some of his favorite sweets,” the housekeeper whispered back.

When MC was left alone with Ominis, she settled beside him, her dress creating a small ocean of soft fabric around her. She lovingly gazed up at her husband, tracing the contours of his face with her fingertips. Ominis closed his eyes and sighed happily. He had already unbuttoned the top of his formal white shirt, untucked it from his trousers and clumsily rolled the sleeves halfway up his forearms. MC’s breath caught in her throat when she saw how his alabaster skin caught the firelight, throwing dramatic shadows across his beautiful hands and wrists.

“Feeling any better?” MC murmured.

Without answering her question, Ominis turned towards MC and ungracefully gathered her in his arms, nestling his chin into his favorite little spot between her neck and shoulder. In his intoxication and enthusiasm, he began to list forward. MC giggled and stroked his back.

“So warm,” Ominis mumbled. “You’re such a good wife to me.”

“Because I’m warm?” MC laughed.

“Yes,” Ominis insisted. “And because you’re sweet, you’re deviously intelligent, you’re a remarkable mother to our children…”

Ominis devolved into quiet mumbling, and MC affectionately hushed him as she continued running her hand up and down his back.

Ominis’ weight pressed MC into the couch until he was practically lying on top of her. She wiggled and tried to gently nudge him back upright, but he only grunted and nuzzled into her neck further, pressing sleepy half-kisses into her skin.

“It’s a good thing I decided not to drink tonight, isn’t it?” She muttered as she ran her fingers through his hair and undid all the pomade that had kept it so immaculate all evening.

“You would be twice the mess I am,” Ominis smiled, his voice muffled by the upholstery. He held her tighter until her laughter came out in wheezes as she begged to be released.

Ominis chuckled, sat back up and let MC go. It wouldn’t have been right to make love while he was so drunk, but MC couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter anyway at the sight of his sleepy, disheveled form.

Ominis once again pulled MC in close and held her in his arms. He began covering her in more sleepy kisses.

“Well, aren’t you the persistent one tonight?” MC laughed.

“I know what I like,” Ominis hummed.

A quiet knock sounded at the door, and MC scarcely heard it over her husband’s affections.

“Where would you like me to leave this?” came the housekeeper’s voice from the doorway.

MC struggled to break free from Ominis’ hold as she jumped up. He let out a pitiful whine as his arms became woefully empty.

MC, slightly embarrassed, directed the housekeeper to set a tray of tea, baked goods and some candies from their most recent trip to Honeyduke’s on the coffee table before them.

“I’ll leave you two alone, now,” the housekeeper said with a knowing smile. MC giggled nervously, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and thanked the housekeeper as she left and closed the door behind her.

“Come back over here, my little hummingbird,” Ominis mumbled. He had meant to sound commanding, but a smile played on his lips as he slurred.

“Only if you promise to have some tea and a bit to eat,” MC smiled as she wandered back to the couch and perched herself beside Ominis. “You’re very drunk.”

“I know,” Ominis replied matter-of-factly. “Can I not still hold my beautiful wife in her gorgeous dress while I’m drunk?”

“Eat,” MC smiled, taking a small cake from the tray and placing it in Ominis' palm. MC poured a cup of tea and handed it to Ominis once he had finished the cake. When he tried to set down the cup after one sip, she smirked and gave it back to him.

“At least finish a cup of tea. If you wake up tomorrow with a splitting headache, I’ll get to gloat over you,” she playfully warned.

Ominis made a half-hearted grumble and took a few more sips.

“Your dress truly is beautiful,” he quietly offered as he held his teacup. “I can barely keep my fingers off the neckline, the lace on the sleeves feels wonderful and hearing the swish of the fabric as you walk is intoxicating. I can only imagine the jealousy of the men who witnessed you on my arm… You should wear that dress more often,” Ominis remarked smugly.

MC bubbled with warm laughter and leaned against him. “That would mean going to more Ministry parties.”

Ominis scowled, remembering the last few dreadful hours sitting at a table with nobody he knew, staying silent and entertaining himself with alcohol and concocting strategies for how he would get MC out of her dress to make sweet, gentle love to her.

Ominis quickly gulped down the last of his tea. He held it aloft and turned it upside down to demonstrate its emptiness.

“Is that all you require of me, your majesty?” Ominis teased as she took the cup from him.

MC rolled her eyes with a laugh and refilled the cup. “Drink some more if you can. But yes, you’ve done all I asked for the moment, my darling prince.”

Ominis eagerly snatched her up in his arms and reclined on the couch. He ran a single finger down MC’s back while his other hand slipped down to her waist. His starry blue eyes bore into the ceiling as he traced little shapes on the warm, soft skin of her back that was exposed by the dress.

“Are you trying to get me out of my dress?” MC flirted.

“Mmf… I’m too drunk for sex right now. Just let me hold you,” Ominis mumbled.

“Ever the gentleman,” MC warmly smiled. “You know, if you have more tea or water, perhaps we could head to bed after a while.” She suggestively walked her fingers up his chest, but Ominis ignored it.

“I want to hold you,” Ominis stubbornly insisted.

“All right, all right,” MC chuckled before letting out a sigh and resting her head on him again. “It is nice to just lie here, isn’t it?”

“It’s leagues better than that party… this reminds me of the nights we spent in the Room of Requirement,” Ominis happily mumbled, “when we first fell in love.”

“That was so long ago, wasn’t it?” MC replied dreamily.

“Ten years… it seems like no time at all, and yet it also feels as if I’ve loved you my entire life.”

MC thought she heard Ominis’ voice break ever so slightly, and she raised her head to peer at his face. His eyes were brimming as he beamed, still staring heavenward.

“Two perfect little children, a beautiful old house in the peaceful countryside, an utterly stunning wife… I never could have guessed this was how my life would turn out that night I first held you in my arms.”

MC felt a tug at her own throat. “You’re always so sentimental when you’re drunk,” she laughed as a tear escaped and ran down her cheek. “But yes… who could have guessed this was what we had to look forward to?”

“I thought I would never find someone who loved me so completely,” Ominis mused as he fumbled with the pins in MC’s hair, counting as he drew out each pin he had helped her place that afternoon in preparation for the party. “I’m still in disbelief every morning when I wake up next to you.”

As Ominis withdrew the last pin, MC's hair fell out of its formal styling. Ominis carded his fingers through it, unraveling it until it was gracefully draped down her back. He then began to massage MC's scalp, relieving the tension and aches that her fancy hairstyles frequently caused.

"Do you still sometimes feel unlovable, then?” MC gently asked, lifting her head again and placing a flat hand on his chest.

Ominis hesitated for a moment. “Yes… it’s only once in a great while, but it does happen… I’m sorry, I know there’s no reason to feel that way, and—”

“I won’t have you apologizing for that,” MC scolded in her softest tone. She kissed his chest in an attempt to loosen his muscles, which had tensed. “I understand. When did you last feel that way?”

“A… a few days ago,” Ominis admitted shyly as his hands fell away from her hair. “I don’t know why. I simply woke up feeling undeserving of your love, our children’s love, the love of your father, Sebastian’s friendship… I felt as if I were nothing more than the miserable Gaunt boy nobody trusts or likes.”

Ominis sniffled once and clutched the skirt of MC’s dress.

MC pulled herself up further to kiss her husband again. “As I recall, you had gotten another letter from your family the day before, hadn’t you?”

“Yes,” Ominis replied miserably. “Another threat. You needn’t hear the details, but as always, they want me to abandon you and our innocent little children.”

MC shivered slightly. Ominis never allowed her to see the letters out of fear for her own wellbeing, which was perfectly fine by her. A number of months ago, she had found an entire stack of them piled up in his study and, wondering if they were the financial documents she had been searching for all afternoon, opened them. She had ended up sitting on the floor for half an hour, transfixed in horror as she read page after page written by his mother, father and even some of his siblings. The way the Gaunts talked about MC and their children as if they were mere animals and tried to manipulate Ominis had made MC feel nauseated. She had only read a fraction of the letters from the pile, but she had hastily put them back and never spoke of it to her husband. MC had been expecting him to give her a frustrated reminder not to shuffle the papers around on his desk, as it only made things more difficult when he was already visually impaired, but instead she could have sworn Ominis had been especially affectionate and protective for the next few days afterwards.

MC pressed herself to Ominis, who wrapped his arms around her tightly.

“Could that be why you felt so badly, then?” MC murmured.

“I think you’re right,” Ominis replied.

The drawing room became deathly quiet. The only sounds were the crackling of the fireplace and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Ominis squeezed MC closer as if the Gaunts were about to burst through the door and pluck her from his grasp. MC wondered how many letters he still received in a single month. Ominis had once admitted a few years ago that he always held out hope for reconciliation with his parents and siblings, as far-fetched as the possibility was. To continue opening letter after letter only to find the same violent threats and abusive words must have played heavily on his mind and health, MC thought.

“I’m sorry,” Ominis sighed as he sat up and untangled himself from MC. She felt a pang in her heart as she was gently pushed away. “I didn’t mean to ruin your mood.”

“Darling, don’t say that,” MC replied as she kissed his cheek. “I’m glad you told me. And you should know there is never so much as one second in which I don’t love you to the moon and back. Your son misses you whenever you have to be away. He is always ready to ask me a barrage of questions about when his papa will be back. And your daughter is absolutely radiant when you hold her or rock her to sleep in your arms; you’ve heard how fussy she can get until she knows you’re holding her. I think you’re her favorite,” MC giggled. “And do you remember our lunch with my father last Sunday when he told you how proud he was of you? He said you were the kind of man most father-in-laws could only wish for. Sebastian also constantly writes to you, too. He’s coming to visit next month after his trip to Africa, and he misses you greatly. You are always loved by every one of us—no matter what.” MC’s voice began to break as she smiled and kissed him tenderly again.

“I thought I was the sentimental drunk here,” Ominis smiled as he stroked MC’s hair. “But thank you. It does mean a lot to hear all that.”

MC leaned forward and took Ominis’ cup of tea. Following their little ritual, she lifted his wrist, slid her fingertips down his hand and guided his fingers around the cup, carefully releasing her grip as she watched to make sure he wouldn’t drop it. His hands delicately grasped the china as he tipped it back and drank the tea in almost one gulp. MC couldn’t help but smile as she refilled the tiny cup and handed it to him again in the same gesture. His shoulders began to loosen, and his eyes slid shut as a serene expression came over him.

“I hope you know you’re too good to me,” Ominis muttered. “You don’t have to do any of this. You could have gone to bed a long time ago and left me to my nonsense here, but you stayed.”

MC chuckled and leaned against him, her hand on his chest. “Because I love you, Ominis.”

Ominis opened his mouth to say something self deprecating, but he thought better of it and only smiled gently.

“Thank you,” he replied as he kissed her cheek. “And I love you, MC.”

MC reached down to hold Ominis’ hand and idly traced little shapes in his palm. “Are you ready for bed? As much as I adore sitting here with you, I’m getting very sleepy. I hope we can continue talking like this in the morning, though.”

“I was thinking of sleeping here tonight, actually—my mind is occupied with nostalgic thoughts of our school days now.”

“Will you be comfortable? Our bed is so much warmer and softer… And I would be lonely,” MC murmured as her head dipped.

“Oh, but I want you to join me,” Ominis smiled as he pulled MC into his chest and laid back on the warm upholstery. He let out a deep sigh as his arms snaked around her and squeezed.

“I’m a bit ashamed to admit it, but sometimes I forget what it was like to hold you in the days when we were so young… when there were no Ministry of Magic assignments or children to raise—when we barely grasped what it truly meant to make love and we had homework we skipped just so we could be together a little while longer before sleep,” Ominis softly laughed. “I am a fool who easily forgets why anyone would love him, and I want to be reminded of the pure love you’ve always had for me since the very beginning.”

MC settled into Ominis’ hold as he spoke, magnetically drawn to his embrace. It had, indeed, been a long time since she had fallen asleep on her husband’s chest. As she laid her head down, his presence became soporific. Between the fireplace and the heat Ominis radiated, MC felt no need for a blanket, and the echo of his voice was like a lullaby.

“You’re not a fool, Ominis,” MC murmured as she reached around to take his left hand. She ran her fingertips over his wedding ring. “You’re overcoming an unthinkable amount of suffering. It’s only natural to need help sometimes. And I’ll always be here. I promise.”

Ominis went quiet, absorbing her words and turning them over in his mind, treasuring each one. MC smiled as she watched his contemplative face. He squeezed her hand in gratitude.

“Are you comfortable, little hummingbird?” Ominis finally said when they released each other’s hands. He buried his fingertips in the hair on her scalp and scratched affectionately.

“I can’t imagine anything more comfortable than you,” MC mumbled as she settled down again. She fought the sleep tugging at her eyes just to spend a few more moments enjoying her husband, but in the end, sleep won and she quickly fell into dreams.

Silence overtook the couple once again, but it was no longer foreboding or full of lonely thoughts. Now, it was Ominis’ kiss upon his precious wife’s head. It was peaceful rest in the arms of the love of his life. He was sure he would have a headache in the morning, but as long as MC could be by his side, it did not seem so bad.

#men didn’t normally wear wedding bands at this point in time but that’s why I take artistic liberty and say wizards were built different #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #isabel greymoore

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