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lunnybunny12 · 2 months

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Husk X Daughter reader

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I've always been a gambling man

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Husk was your dad when you two were still alive. He was at his bar in the Hazbin Hotel, when you suddenly fell from Heaven down, through the roof of the hotel right into the bar

You died

Pretty simple right?

You died in a pretty normal way. No drink or drugs or pills just slipped away in your sleep.

At first, you felt weightless. like a balloon in the wind. Going up and up with no thoughts, just floating. The higher you went, the brighter it got. Brighter and brighter. It was all blurry.

You were so close. You felt warmth. You felt joy.

But then it stopped.

everything stopped when you felt something cold and heavy snap around your neck.

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"OK, everyone. gather around were going to do another session" Charlie sang earning a groan from most of her guests.

It was an average day. Well ... as average as a hotel in hell could be. The Sky was red, the bar was full and Nifty was killing bugs.

"Seriously? What now?" Angel asked

"Yeah, do you need me to bring you some roaches to use as an example of what happens when they don't play nicely?" Nifty maniacally giggled with her knife.

"I appreciate the offer, Nifty, but maybe another time. No, today we will be doing 2 truths and a liiiiieeeee !!!! " Charlie cheered.

Another collective groan echoed through the lounge.

"Wiiiiithhhhhh alchoholllll !!!"

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One by one everyone had their turn. some were relatively harmless and others not so much.

"And Alastor, It's your turn" Charlie smiled nervously

Across the room, a grumpy old cad was grumbled under his breath.

"As if you'll get that bastard to play this fucking game"

"Now now Husker don't be so quick to judge. that's what got YOU into trouble in the first place." Alastor chimed and walked to sit with the others in the lounge.

Husk growled.

"Now, let's see" Alastor grinned. " 1) I like dogs. 2) Jambalaya is my favourite food. 3) We will be expecting a new member of staff very soon."

Vaggie glared at the man " What?"

" A NEW PERSON!" Charlie beamed. "When are they gonna get here?"

Suddenly a loud crash was heard from the upper floors and came through the ceiling. Dust and rubble went flying everywhere leaving a thick cloud of muck in the air.

It smelled like fire and burning flesh. It made everyone caugh.

A claw crawled out of the mess. Large black eyes were darting around in panic. The creature stumbled to the bar, a mist of dust following close behind them.

"Ey! What the hell! My bar! Get away you fucker!"

"I just fell through your roof and you're giving me shit?" You hissed, trying to shake off as much dust as possible.

You erupted into a fit of coughs and wiped your eyes.

"Where the fuck am I?" you blinked. Your vision was hazy until a tall, red figure walked to meet you.

" Ah hello there my dear. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. My name is Alastor, and you are?" He asked extending his hand for you to shake.

"I'm (Y/N)?" you answered, looking around.

It was a bit of a dump. But you did just fall through the ceiling. A lot of circus imagery covered the walls and everything was dripping stem to stern in red and gold.

The more you looked around the clearer it got you began to see other faces. One was a young lady. Long blond hair and a huge amazed and excited grin on her face. she was practically jumping for joy.

Another was a shorter lady. She wasn't as excited to see you. More like suspicious.

And then there was... A cat? A very horrified-looking cat... and a spider-person? A snake?

You started to panic. "W-What the fuck is this place? Why are some of you guys animals?"

"Speak for yourself there toots. You look like poos in boots" The spider laughed.

You looked at yourself and almost screamed. You were covered head to toe in ash grey fur, with black paw-like hands and claws for fingers. A long tail wrapped around your leg making you jump almost 3 feet in the air.

Tears were welling up in your black eyes and your heart was going a million miles an hour.

"Ok, understandably you're a little freaked out. Come with me. Im Charlie by the way." She smiled, taking your hand and leading you to a chair.

The second you were sat down Husk practically flew over the bar and dragged Alastor into the hall.

"What. The. Fuck. Is SHE doing here?!"

"The Hotel needed a Receptionist. She has plenty of experience and-"

"YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Husk seethed.

"Did you do this to her? Did YOU kill her?"

"Husker I can do a lot of things but killing the living, I can not. You know exactly why she is here."

Alastor walked over to the door and looked at you with an evil grin.

"I can't say I see much of a resemblance Husker. Must take after her mother."

#hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #husk hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #vivziepop #helluva boss

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remysa · 2 months

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BIG update of my content

4th part! Preview, details and download under the cut~

Totally 32 items. ______________________________________________________________

4 wood tones from prev. set parts. Clocks with sun and moon) Gargoyles REQ. THIS MOD (they are talking)

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2 fireplaces made as Castle Estate Addon. 4 swatches. 3d fireplace - 1 sw. Firestokes 2 sw

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4 wood tones vampire mirror recolors with silver and gold decor. Chalkboard and stickerboard too, but stickerboard with different textile colors. Also it have many slots for stickers.

Diagrams for chalkboard (can be placed 1 per side). Can be placed on walls. Shining in night. Upsized for preview)

Postcardas and stickers for stickerboard. Can be placed on wall. Upsized for preview) Empty jar with slot (4 tag colors) and 2 jars with plants (3sw both)

Marble floor waysigns and decor (bad preview i know). Perfect with Madlens marble floors (cuz used this textures).

Used texture resources by @peacemaker-ic and @madlensims

1st set with paintings HERE 2nd set with bookcases HERE 3d set with furniture HERE ofc its not full set:) Full set will req: GtW,CaD, Vamp, MR, HSY, CotLiv

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emieclat · 3 months

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i got some gold foil prints of alina and her ethereal nightgown! these are up on my etsy now for $10 CAD ✨

#emieclat #illustration #alina starkov #shadow and bone #grishaverse

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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A request if I may?

f!mc + Ominis fluffy/angst

I dont know if you're familiar with Isaac Cooper in the game, but according to all the npc voice lines about him around Hogwarts, he's A star quidditch player whos very popular and handsome. Lots of npcs seem to gush about him. You can actually find his house near seb's in feldcroft! He seems to be in Gryffindor.

Anyway, for the purpose of this, Im picturing him being a total ladies man who's very full of himself and not used to rejection. Can you write about him relentlessly perusing MC but she always shuts him down (much to Ominis' amusement, he feels a bit insecure) like he keeps interrupting her study sessions with Omi and it gets to the point where she has enough and yells at him in class, or in the great hall, somewhere public where everyone witnesses it lol. Afterword, not wanting this to continue, omi hears issac approaching them AGAIN, he's fed up and he suddenly pulls MC into a kiss to deter him. MC reciprocates. They get together finally, then Isaac buggers off for good lol.

I love this request! 😀 💜 Also, I know the house you mean in Feldcroft, but I hadn't made the connection - love that!

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC 💚

"Oh, they are lovely, MC! Who are they from?" Poppy asked. She leant forward to sniff the little bunch of red roses that were sitting on the table in front of MC. There were curled red and gold ribbons tied around the thorn-free stems, a most thoughtful gift for a Gryffindor.

MC stared at the flowers that had arrived over breakfast, her cheeks a lovely pink. She had absolutely no idea who they were from. The card simply read, 'Hero of Hogwarts, you have my heart.'

Poppy read the little card and sighed. "Oh, it's so romantic."

"But, I have no idea who sent them! It's not even Valentine's Day," MC said.

"Clearly, you have an admirer, MC," Poppy said. She leant in with a smile. "Enjoy it!"

MC spent the rest of the day suspiciously eyeing any boy who came near her, wondering who had sent such lovely flowers.

The next morning, there was a cute poem waiting for her, describing how beautiful she was. MC folded the parchment quickly, blushing, her eyes scanning the hall. Who was this?

....*....

Ominis tapped his quill thoughtfully against his lips, his study books open on the library table, but his mind was very much elsewhere. Beside him, he could feel the reassuring presence of MC, her delicate scent a familiar comfort, and the occasional brush of her arm against his an exquisite torture.

He was fuming, quietly seething. Every day this week, MC had been receiving beautiful gifts from a secret admirer. Envy slithered in his belly. They were just the kind of gifts that he would himself send, but he was apparently an utter coward, because he had done no such thing. His fear of her rejection had made him hide his affection for MC, but now some usurper was muscling in on his most favourite girl. It irritated him no end, especially when he didnt know who this wretched cad was.

"Are you quite alright, Ominis?" MC asked. "You look like you're about to snap that quill in two."

He attempted to relax his tense muscles and put down his quill. "Apologies, MC, I was miles away," he said. "I didn't sleep so well is all, not too worry."

He heard her little sigh of concern, and then her hand was clasping his. "My poor Omi," she said. She leant in a little closer. "We have History of Magic this afternoon, feel free to use my shoulder as a pillow if you need a nap. I won't disturb you."

Oh, how he loved her! She knew just the right things to say to lift his spirits. He smiled and gave her hand a squeeze. "What would I do without you, MC?"

....*....

The breeze was brisk but the sky clear as the Gryffindor Quidditch team took part in practise. MC was seated in the stands, eyes on the sky, watching as her friends Natty and Garreth zoomed to and fro. She had considered signing up for the team, but had found it difficult to find the time. Being in 7th year, there was so much studying to do and she wanted to concentrate on that.

As practise was coming to an end, the players were gathering on the ground, and MC wandered over to speak with Natty. Footsteps fell in beside her and she looked up into the very handsome face of Isaac Cooper. Immediately MC blushed, a very natural reaction around the Quidditch star chaser. He was tall, athletic, his smile bordering on beautiful. There was not a soul who could fail to falter in their steps when he bestowed that smile on you.

Unfortunately, he knew it. He had a trail of broken hearts behind him, and no doubt would continue to collect them for the foreseeable future. Whilst he was most handsome and charming, MC didn't really see herself becoming the latest notch on his broomstick.

"Hello, MC," he greeted, warmly. "It's great to see you here today. You didn't fancy joining us for a little practise? I hear you are an excellent flyer, I wouldn't mind getting to see that."

Her lips parted a little as she looked up at him. Her blush deepened, much to her chagrin. "Oh, well, I did consider it, but decided not to in the end," she said.

His face slipped into one of disappointment, and she felt a twinge of regret. Despite herself, she was slipping under his charm.

"That's a real shame," he said. He dared to lean a little closer. "Although, I bet you look rather fetching in Quidditch kit. You might be too much of a distraction for me."

His wink was ridiculously charming, and then he was gone, a sexy smirk on his lips as he marched off to join the others. MC tugged at her collar, and swallowed. Had he just openly flirted with her? Flustered beyond belief, she hurried for Natty, annoyed with herself for letting him get to her so.

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MC gathered her Charms text book and notes, packing up to leave class. She was about to join Ominis, her usual walking partner on the way to lunch, when a hand caught her elbow. She looked up into Issac's sparkling eyes, a little gasp leaving her lips.

He smiled. "May I walk you to lunch?"

MC's eyes widened. "Oh, I... I usually walk with Ominis," she said.

She glanced across at her Slytherin friend and noticed he had paused, listening. She felt a blush stain her cheeks. Not because of Isaac, but because she felt her heart squeeze at the delicate turn of Ominis' head, the disappointment gathering around his mouth.

Isaac followed her gaze, a slight frown creasing his perfect brow. "Ah, I see," he said. He sighed, a sad little look on his face. He put his hand to his heart. "I would be most honoured if you did walk with me, MC, but seeing as you already have arrangements, perhaps you will do me the honour another time."

MC stood there, flushed and amazed, as Issac tucked a stand of hair behind her ear with a soft smile and left the class.

Ominis appeared at her side. "I hope you are not falling for his little tricks," he hissed. MC looked at him, eyebrows lifting at the tense way he held his jaw. "At least we know who has been trying to buy your affection with his little gifts now."

Realisation struck her like a bludger. "Oh goodness," she said. "Do you think so?"

Ominis took her arm in his, a little possessively, and MC felt a little tingle of warmth spread through her. "Come, MC," he said, firmly. "I will escort you to lunch. You may even sit with me at the Slytherin table if you wish."

Her heart lifted. "I would love to."

....*....

Ominis was cold with fury now. That pesky Gryffindor chaser would not stop hounding MC. He was there, constantly, any excuse to speak to her. He knew he was sneaking little touches as well, Sebastian had told him so. Ominis was so twisted up with envy, he was especially snippy lately. He couldn't help it.

He was no star Chaser, he was not athletic in the slightest, he couldn't even see MC, he had to rely on how others spoke about her beauty. He knew looks weren't the end of it all, he knew how beautiful she was in other ways, his heart was consumed by it. But he did feel at a disadvantage.

He could not imagine that she would feel the same way for him as he did for her, despite all the loving gestures she bestowed upon him. He harboured a precious, secret hope that she must hold some kind of affection for him. But found it hard to believe that it would equal the exciting charm of a handsome Quidditch player. Especially one who was dead set on wooing her.

Ominis walked at her side, a little closer than usual, and he heard her exasperated sigh. He put his hand on her lower back. "What is it?"

He felt her lean closer to speak quietly. "That blasted Isaac," she muttered. Ominis couldn't help his smirk of pleasure at her choice of words. "He has been pestering me all morning, and I am getting rather tired to tell you the truth. How many times must I decline him before he takes the hint?"

"Would you like me to hex him, MC? It would be my pleasure," Ominis said. He had not meant the words to sound so dark, it was supposed to be a joke. But they had slid from his lips with a vicious undertone, cold and cruel. He heard her swift intake of breath and soothed her with a gentle stroke of his hand up her back. "Only joking, of course. But I could have a word, if it would make you feel better."

"Erm, thank you, Ominis," she said, hastily. "But, I can handle myself. No need to worry."

....*....

MC wrote her study notes, neat and careful as always, and kept stealing little glances towards Ominis. She had been fidgeting and musing over his offer to hex Isaac on her behalf. He had sounded utterly terrifying if she was honest, his cold cruelty a trait of his blood no doubt, and yet, she had been fighting against an inferno of discomfort in her nether regions ever since.

Who knew? Having a man behave in such a possessive and protective way toward her had her rather flustered. Perhaps because it was Ominis. She would be a liar if she said she didn't find him attractive. Now she was wondering if he felt the same way. Intriguing to say the least.

She glanced around the library, a little hot under the collar. It was the most inappropriate place to be harbouring such blazing ideas about her Slytherin friend.

Then Isaac appeared, strutting down the aisles, adoring faces worshipping him as he passed tables of various year groups studying. MC felt her desires disappear under a bucket of icy dread as his gaze spotted her. He made his way over.

"MC, how lovely to see you," he said. He saw Ominis and frowned and gave him a cool, curt greeting. MC felt her hackles rise. Isaac leant on the table, bestowing his most charming smile her way. "I'm glad I ran into you, I was hoping that perhaps you would like to meet up later? Maybe we could head down to the Quidditch pitch and you can show me some of your moves?"

He had implied her flying skills perhaps, but the look in his eyes was far more suggestive than a quick zoom around on a broom. His eyes dropped to her lips, his gaze sultry, before lifting to meet her eyes again. Oh, she could see how girls had fallen prey to his charm. He was very good.

She felt Ominis stiffen beside her, and a little sliver of fear tickled down her spine. Would he hex Isaac, right here, in the library? She did not want him to get into trouble on her account. Also, she had been perfectly correct in her statement of her own abilities. She could handle herself.

She fixed Isaac with a stern look. "No thank you, Isaac," she said coldly. "I do not wish to 'show you my moves'. From what I understand, you have had far too many girls showing you moves under the Quidditch stands, and I am not another notch for your overly rated broomstick! Now, please, I am trying to study, if you wouldn't mind."

Now, libraries are usually quiet, but now you could have heard a pin drop. Her voice had carried across the room, students pausing to listen to her little rant. MC suddenly realised this and almost shrank in her seat, but forced herself to keep her back straight, and her face stern.

Isaac looked rather taken aback, but he recovered quickly. If anything, his smile was more charming than ever. His eyes blazed. "My, my, MC, you are quite the fire cracker," he grinned. "Forgive me, I will leave you to your studies."

As he walked away MC felt Ominis lean against her to speak quietly into her ear. "Do you think he got the hint this time?"

MC shook her head. "No, Ominis," she said with a sigh. "If you could have seen the look on his face...dammit, I think I just made him all the more determined."

....*....

Ominis was making it a point to be wherever MC was at every given opportunity. Sebastian was more than happy to assist, and even started to warn MC when Isaac was on the prowl.

All of this had got Ominis rather worked up, his adoration of MC had reached new levels, and he was on the brink of plucking up the courage to do something about it. He just needed to find the right time.

As it happened, the right time was thrown at him, completely unplanned and very high risk.

He was with MC, chatting quite happily out in the grounds. It was a lovely day, and Sebastian had joined them.

"Oh no, look out," Sebastian murmured. "One Isaac Cooper heading right this way. He looks rather determined. He's got balls coming over with us two here with you MC, I will give him that."

MC clicked her tongue and sighed. "Oh, for Merlin's sake."

Ominis really was absolutely done with this whole thing. Going purely on instinct, he reached out a hand and found MC's arm, he heard her little gasp as he quickly brushed upwards to her shoulder.

"Ominis..." She gasped.

His hand slid to her neck to cup her face and he went for it. He guided her forward and planted a kiss right where he hoped her mouth would be. He missed, sadly. Catching her lips at the corner, his nose brushing up against her soft cheek.

He heard Sebastian's delighted burst of laughter, MC was breathing so fast, her hands fluttering near his face, and he hoped he hadn't made a first class fool of himself. But then her gentle hands took hold of his face, and she adjusted her mouth to seal her lips firmly over his, returning his kiss.

So, this is what heaven must feel like, he mused.

When their lips parted, he could feel the heat in his cheeks, and she brushed her fingers lightly over them. "Well, that was a lovely surprise," she said, softly.

"More like about bloody time," Sebastian quipped.

"What about Isaac, has he buggered off yet?" Ominis asked.

"Oh, he is definitely not coming over here now," Sebastian said.

"Is that why you kissed me?" MC asked. She sounded disappointed. "You just wanted to scare Issac off?"

Ominis flushed a brilliant red. "Well, yes...and no," he said. He scowled, his jealousy getting the better of him. "The thought of that womanising leech laying a finger on you makes me want to do very bad things, MC. Forgive me, but I could not abide one more moment of it. The only man who gets to lay his fingers on you, is me."

And with that, he reached to find her hand. She took it, linking her fingers with his.

"Well, alright then," she said. He could hear the smile in her voice. Then her warmth was close, very close, and he shivered as her mouth breathed softly against his ear. "But only if you promise me more of those kisses."

His smile was very smug and he didn't care. He had what he wanted. "Now that, I am more than happy to do."

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x f!mc #blueraineshadows #askblueraine #blueraine requests

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aestariiwilderness · 17 days

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Bad Batch -- Actually Probably Not Spoilers?

But Just In Case:

Like, for plot reasons, I see why they couldn't do it. But my biggest (and possibly the funniest) peeve I have with Bad Batch is this: Canonically, Tech is some kind of master hacker. Can forge chain codes after learning about them five seconds ago. Hacks battle droids -- presumably, you know, SECURED in some way -- on the regular. Masked a ship's signature or whatever. Calculates percentages of plans' successes on the fly while hanging upside down from a screechy flying reptile. Has zero fear (except when Omega is driving the Marauder or someone is doing the Wikipedia entry who isn't him) ("it's not affecting life support. We're fine"; riot racing; everything he's ever done). The moral heart of the Batch pre-Omega ("the systematic termination of the Jedi was a big one for me"; "I understand. I do not agree with you"; "of course we are a family"; "we have not always seen eye to eye with Crosshair but he is our brother and we do not leave our own behind"; but has no issue being pragmatic when it's called for (see: Cid, riot racing again, missions for Rex, interruptions thereof, etc.). Seriously. Wack job of a man. Crazy. Strict moral code arranged almost solely around his family that absolutely nobody sees coming and that, specifically, does NOT preclude massive destruction, property damage, and lethal measures. Ridiculous man. Homeschooled. Genetic Mandalorian. COMPETENT. (Usually.) Bona fide, literal, genetically-engineered test tube genius who is also biologically nine years old. Has no concept whatsoever of overkill. Point being -- he is EXACTLY the kind of person I would expect, once it sunk in that: 1. They are no longer Kaminoan/Republic property 2. They are, in fact, on the run with fam + new baby and - cranky but nonetheless beloved sniper bro who picked a terrible time to be stupid And 3. that "money" is now a thing they must Account For.... Give him two days to study finances, economy, and the various mafia; send him on a weekend trip to Nal Hutta to observe gangs, and hey presto -- the Hutts? overthrown in a year. Black Sun? Under new management. Pykes? A thing of the past. The Senate? Convening emergency sessions to discuss Where All the Money Has Gone. Palpatine's Secret Slush Fund #43? Drained. Hemlock's Science Budget? Currently funding the clone rebellion. ISB 401ks? Being used to pay someone to "retrieve" (read: kidnap) Crosshair from Rampart. Cad Bane's baby-stealing revenue? Currently outfitting the Marauder with gold plating. My point: WHY ISN'T TECH HACKING STAR WARS ATMs Story would have been over six episodes in. Tech would have foreclosed on the Palace; the Death Star would have fallen prey to insurance fraud; Omega would have grown up with more gowns than Padme. The Banking Clan bows to their new and, uh, eccentric overlords. Wrecker has thirteen new Z-6 cannons. Echo has thirteen natborn employees and is thoroughly enjoying himself. Hunter took an actual shower (still didn't get a new bandana). The Empire is turning over the empty coffers and shaking them out, wondering if they have rats. Mas Amedda is standing on street corners with an upturned hat. Crosshair is happily occupied with suing the Kaminoans for emotional damages. The end

#tbb spoilers #just in case #tbb tech #tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb omega #funny #star wars #the bad batch #bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch season 1 #tbb echo #clone force 99 #tbb wrecker #alternate universe #how it should have gone honestly

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huramuna · 4 months

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wine red, tears gold - chapter 3.

king aegon II x baratheon ofc

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a 'what if aegon didn't get poisoned and the greens technically won the dance but at what cost' au. basically aegon, alicent, otto and jaehaera are the only greens alive. and larys i guess. someone get rid of this guy.

word count: 3.8k

no more taglists unfortunately (i always forget and then feel bad) so please follow & turn on notifs for @huramuna-fics

content: smut (specifics below cut), canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, touch-staved aegon, aegon isn't a r*pist in this au but he is still a bad person and has his vices, ofc and aegon need to go to therapy together, justice for jaehaera, awkward sex, kind of a slow burn, infidelity

jealous sea - meg myers • drinking lightning - AWOLNATION

warnings: oral (f receiving)

Waves upon a placid sea, bobbing with the tide. The warmth of the water enveloped her and was something akin to comfort— something she was severely lacking these days.

Lyanna imagined herself as a piece of driftwood lost in the ocean, strewn back and forth with the motion of the swells, wishing and hoping to wash ashore, but not actually moving.

Opening her eyes, she sat up in the tub, filling her lungs with air. Her maids gasped and fretted over her, citing that she could drown doing such things. Mayhaps she could, but it was unlikely. If the Gods were to strike her down and have her drown in a bathtub after being the queen for approximately a fortnight, then so be it. She would be of a similar laughing stock as Rhaenyra was around the Keep. The two of them would be dubbed ‘The Half-year Queen’ and ‘The Drowned Queen’. The jest almost brought a smile to her face– almost.

It had been a half-month since she had moved to her own chambers, since Aegon had dubbed her hideous and unworthy of his time. She fell into a deep depression for about three days, only allowing Alicent in her chambers. Tears weren’t shed, no– she was too numb for it. She felt as if she was living outside of her body, chained to her husk like a ghost.

On the fourth day, something in her snapped. Mayhaps it was the last of her innocence, of her girlish and naive view of the world finally shriveling up and dying– but the numbness didn’t hurt any longer. It was just there, an ever present reminder that this was her life now. As melancholy as she was, she felt it a duty to herself to atleast make an effort. So, on that fourth day, she picked herself up and requested a golden and green dress to wear, having her hair up in a half-do with intricate braids. Her posture was set rigid, her hands clasped over one another, now adorned in rings. She walked the gardens with Alicent and some other ladies, visited the Sept, and read in the library.

Aegon was nowhere to be found during those times and she wondered if he was avoiding her– it would be good, if so. Let him.

She decided to make a statement– to attend the Small Council meeting, another one of Alicent’s suggestions. Lyanna wished to be taken seriously, and should have her hand in many pots, so to speak, at the Keep and in King’s Landing. The Small council was one of those.

This morn, a half-month since her wedding, it was particularly dreary. Storm clouds hung above King’s Landing like an oppressing force, hiding away the sun and churning up the seas. Instead of indulging in the gloomy weather, she had her maids dress her brightly– a dress yellow like the sun, embroidered with gleaming jewels and a sweeping decollage to match, leading to an ornate depiction of a golden stag. Her hair was braided into two buns, fixated to her head with interweaving golden accents and pearls.

As she entered the council chamber, which was already in session, the heads at the tables turned to her. All of the men at the table stood up and bowed their heads except for one.

Aegon sat across the table, leaned back in the chair like a sloven cad, looking less than enthused at Lyanna’s presence. “My dear wife, dressed so brightly,” he mused, his fingers grasping around the marble ball at the table– his was golden and pink, an homage to Sunfyre– “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Husband,” she greeted back in a similar temperature, her facade warm. She looked at him head on, unwavering in her stance. Outwardly, she was the symbol of stalwart, a small smile gracing her lips. On the inside, she was remembering everything he had said, what he had done– she wanted to run away, to cower like a little girl. Lyanna smoothed down her skirt, “I simply wished to sit in on the meeting. Forgive me for my absence these past two weeks, my lords. I’ve needed much time to adjust to the capitol– but I am ready now to attend each meeting going forward.” she spoke evenly, moving towards an empty seat. It was across from Aegon’s. She pulled her own marble out from her pocket and put it in the circular ramekin– hers was colored gold and green.

“Each meeting?” Aegon drawled. “Certainly there is no need for that– mayhaps your time would be better spent with the court ladies, organizing luncheons and the like.”

Lyanna seethed beneath the surface, resisting the urge to pick at her cuticles. She took a deep breath. “Yes, each meeting. I don’t see why I cannot attend each small council meeting and organize luncheons with my courtiers, husband. Now, what is the topic of discussion?”

One of the lords spoke up, she recognized him as Ser Wylde, “Ah– yes, your grace,” he bumbled slightly, trying to remember the subject of conversation before she had come in, “There are… some emissaries from Dorne arriving on the morrow. We are ascertaining what sort of welcome they should receive.”

Otto Hightower was sitting near Aegon, his eyes not leaving Lyanna since she had arrived in the chamber. He seemed amused. “We were speaking of the cost it would be to give them a warm welcome. A feast, a celebration and the like– the coffers won’t support such an event.”

Lyanna perked a brow, her thumb and forefinger rimming around the marble idly, not dissimilar to how Aegon had been fiddling with his before– this was by coincidence, however– “Well, if I may be so bold as to put myself in their shoes,” she began, “It is quite a long and tenuous journey from here to Dorne, if I recall correctly. If I were a diplomat from Dorne getting off the boat after such a dreary travel, the last thing I would want is an extravagant party and hundreds of people to meet and entertain. What if we gave them a warm, intimate welcome? Mayhaps dinner with the King and I, some food and music, wine and a bit of dancing. Nothing overly… pompous.”

“They are from Dorne. They are overly pompous. Surely they would be bored of a small gathering and take it as an insult?” Aegon countered.

“What would you suggest then, my king?” Lyanna quipped back, leaning forward in her seat. Her leg was bouncing under the table errantly as she tried to contain her anxious energy.

Aegon stared blankly at Lyanna, the marble still rolling between his fingers. Then, he slammed it back down onto the wooden placing. “It is the best idea we have had. Very well. Small and intimate. Grandsire, you and mother shall attend as well. You’re much better at… diplomacy than I. Mayhaps we shall see how my dear Lyanna fares at her first taste of it, hm?”

After about thirty more minutes of back and forth about other subjects, the meeting was adjourned. The Lords left, leaving Lyanna and Aegon alone in the chamber.

She picked up her marble and placed it back in her pocket, straightening her skirts as she got up.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Aegon spoke then, having come up behind her quicker than she could register.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You haven’t spoken to me in over a ten-day and you show up to the council meeting looking like… a beacon of the sun– and challenging me in front of the council. That is what I am speaking about.” Aegon’s hand grabbed her wrist as it came back out from her pocket, looking over it.

Lyanna glowered at him. “I am simply doing my duty as Queen. A good queen is informed about the going-ons of her small council, is she not?”

Aegon snorted. “Oh, yes– another page out of my mother’s book. Arriving somewhere you weren’t invited to fashionably late wearing the loudest outfit possible with the subtext of wanting attention. Do you even have an original thought in your head, wife? First, you could only parrot your oaf of a father’s words, and now my mother is trickling her spew down your ear. Truly, you’re like a fucking puppet. Where are you strings, puppet?” he sneered, pinching at her bare collarbone.

She let out the tiniest of whimpers at his pinch, doubling down and smacking Aegon right across his face.

He answered with a whimper of his own, his bottom lip pouting out for a moment. “Still not original, little rabbit.” he growled, squeezing her wrist tightly.

Over her stint locked away in her room, she thought of many things she wished to do to Aegon– anything to make him feel a semblance of the pain he had put unto her. Her knee came up, knocking him straight in his balls.

“Fucking, fuck,” he groaned, releasing her wrist and doubling over.

She expected him to explode at her, unsheathe his sword and cut her down for raising a hand– and knee– to him. But, when he looked up, he was smiling. “T-that… was original,” he croaked out, chuckling. “I kind of enjoyed that.”

Lyanna’s lip curled up. “You’re a pig.” she promptly picked up her skirts and left the room, not entirely sure what had just happened.

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Up until that moment, Aegon hadn’t felt anything but mostly indifference to Lyanna. She was boring, plain featured and nothing to write home about.

Still, even after all he had said to her– he had meant it– he still felt… odd that she hadn’t spoken to him since then. Being married to Helaena was a hell in itself, but even hell can become familiar. Aegon was a creature in need of affection, of touch. Even when it was his mother slapping him or his grandsire pushing him– that meant that they loved him, in some way, right? With Helaena, she didn’t like touch like he did, shying away usually. They came to a middle ground during some point in their marriage that when Aegon needed touch, he could lay his head in Helaena’s lap while she embroidered or talked to bugs. They wouldn’t speak to one another– they just knew, and so it was.

Helaena was gone now, though. And now it felt that the only physical contact he got from others was those that he paid for and those that he earned from his mother and grandsire. And now, Lyanna, apparently. Her hand was warm when it came across his face and her lip quivered like she was on the verge of tears again. He couldn’t resist getting another jab in– and neither could she, apparently, as she kneed him in the balls. That was a new one for him and it fucking hurt– but it sent an electric shock to the fucked up part of his brain– wasn’t that all of it? – and he somewhat liked it. Not in a sexual way, contrary to what one might think, but in a way that he needed… contact.

He mulled it over for hours after it happened, deep into the night. He wanted to knock at her doors and explain the entirety of his fucked up life and his previous fucked up marriage to his sister and how she used to let him lay his head on her lap– and if he could do it with her.

But he would be an idiot if he thought that would work.

The following day, into the feast welcoming the Dornish emissary, an unfamiliar feeling bubbled up in his chest as he sat at the table.

Lyanna, dressed in sunflower yellow, looking as radiant as the sun, was dancing with one of the Dornish men. Prince Qyle, he remembered. His hands were grasped firmly around Lyanna’s waist– she was corseted tighter than normal today, he noted– as they danced.

He tried to pinpoint the feeling– it was a warmth simmering in his gut, threatening to boil over at any moment if this man didn’t get his hands off of his wife. Aegon’s pulse thrummed in his neck, his blood searing hot in his veins.

She laughed– Lyanna laughed. Aegon didn’t think he had ever heard that noise before but he longed to hear it again. He bit down on his lip, drawing blood. Why did he care if she was dancing with him? Aegon didn’t even really like her– she… she wasn’t hideous, of course, and in the right light and colors, she was pretty but– she was boring! A boring woman with nothing to offer him, when he could easily procure any woman of his choice just outside the castle walls. A boring woman who… he had made cry. Who he had said horrible things to– who was now dancing with a fucking Dornish prince and laughing. A Dornish prince who had his hands on his wife, the fucking queen– he was jealous.

Jealous? Jealousy never really permeated him until he was intertwined with Lyanna. At their wedding, with the men pawing at her– and now.

His blood was on fire and he needed to quell it. Immediately.

Hours passed during the feast and Aegon didn’t make a move– until he saw Lyanna leave the hall and go back to her chambers. It was a horrible idea, in truth, to follow her– but he couldn’t help it. As she went to close the door behind her, Aegon stopped her hand, slipping in and closing it.

“Hello, wife,” he murmured, trying not to sound as if he was in pain– which he was, the blood of the dragon running through him like sweltering lava. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

Lyanna looked surprised to see him, her big brown eyes glazing over once more like they had when they first met– like a rabbit in the snare of a predator. “Husband,” she responded slowly, her hands reaching up to pull the pins from her hair. “Yes, I enjoyed myself quite thoroughly. Prince Qyle is a fantastic dancer.”

“Oh– I’m sure. You let him put his hands all over you like you’re some sort of commodity.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tell me, did you like him touching you? Holding you close and no doubt whispering sweet nothings in your ear?”

Lyanna simmered for a moment, plopping down the pearl pins onto her boudoir. “Are you quite finished yet?”

Aegon bit the inside of his cheek, his blood still stoked to a flame. “No, the opposite in fact. It’s hilarious, really— how I was so ready to grovel at your feet last night, offer an olive branch to you,” he paced back and forth, twisting his rings, “But then you just have to throw it back in my face, hm? Parade yourself like a whore with a fucking Dornish prince of all things. Is this your idea of getting back at me? Hm? Notching your corset tighter and… looking like the sun itself and letting another man put his hands on you?”

She stopped fiddling with her hair as the last pin came loose, letting it fall down her back in dark brown waves. “You really have the audacity to call me a whore, Aegon?” she murmured, fingers gripped on the wooden edge of her vanity. “You are a whore, Aegon. As much as any of the ones you pay to sleep with you.”

The king scoffed, an unbelieving chuckle coming from his throat. “A whore. You call me a whore?” he glanced at her with red rimmed eyes, brow furrowed.

“Yes, you’re a whore. Mayhaps I should treat you like one. If I threw you some coin, would you grovel at my feet as you were so ready to do so last night, apparently?”

His mouth went slightly dry at the notion, his clothes feeling a bit tighter than before. Clearing his throat, he adjusted the collar of his doublet. “I have no need for your coin,” he retorted, “I’d do it for free.”

This caught her off guard and she turned to him. “… what?”

“I’ll grovel. I’ll prostrate myself for you like a whore— if,” his voice changed tone, something akin to uncertainty. It reminded Lyanna of their wedding night. “If you… will indulge me for the evening.”

Lyanna looked dumbfounded, her abashed confidence melting away. “You want to… couple with me?” she murmured with confusion.

“I can make you feel good if you just… let me sleep here tonight.”

She blinked profusely at his seemingly timid offer. She didn’t exactly know what he meant by it, but it made a warmth tingle within her at the thought. “… okay.”

Aegon’s eyes flicked up to her in disbelief, he didn’t expect her to say yes. He resisted the urge to smile smugly, as not to irritate her further. “Can I touch you?”

Lyanna nodded slowly.

He came before her as she sat at her vanity, very much still dressed from the feast. Kneeling down, he rucked up her skirts and dragged a testing finger near her inner thigh.

“… tickles.” she mewled, twitching slightly. They both must’ve indulged too much in wine this eve, or else this may not be happening.

“Damned skirts,” he growled, flitting through layers of tulle and silk. Throwing caution to the wind, he unsheathed the Valyrian Steel dagger at his hip, “Stay still.” he started at her chest, bringing the blade downward to slice the fabric apart like butter, effectively cutting her out of her outfit. She was left in her underclothes and corset.

Her face went beet red at the gesture, the unexpected precision of Aegon made that heat within her continue to build. “Y-you could’ve taken it off like normal, Aegon— this was Myrish lace!”

“Too much time and effort. I think you quite liked it as well,” he hummed, bringing the pad of his thumb to the apex of her thighs, feeling a growing wet spot. “Seems I was right.”

“… hmm,” she murmured, hiding her face behind her hands.

He pressed a hand to her corseted chest, leaning her back against the desk, his other hand prying open her legs further, to where she was positioned exactly how he wanted her. He hooked his arms under her thighs, effectively throwing both of her legs over his shoulders. Peering up at her from below, the way she hid her face, the edges of red blush eking out from her parted fingers, her now tousled hair falling over her like a curtain— it made something deep within him stir, something he couldn’t quite name yet.

Sliding the soft cotton of her panties to the side, he observed her form. He had been up close and personal with his fair share of cunt, but not usually in clear lighting and not black-out drunk. Her folds were a lovely shade of pink, curtained by dark brown curls. Parting them with his fore and middle finger, he found what he was looking for. His tongue prodded at her pearl experimentally, testing her reaction.

Her fingers opened slightly, the deep color of her eyes staring at him hazily. “W-wh— what was that?”

Aegon almost felt bad for her, poor thing had likely never touched herself before— surely this had to be an act of kindness and service that he was introducing this to her. “Your clit, dear,” he spoke before rasping at it again with his tongue, extracting a surprisingly delightful little whimper from her. “Feels good?”

Lyanna’s fingers were closed once more as she hid. “Mmhm…”

Wishing to hear her little noises again, he pulled her closer to his face, his hands gripping her bottom like a lifeline. He started slow, licking up and down her folds, savoring and enjoying her taste. Then, he decided he was done being merciful. His mouth latched onto her clit, suckling at it like he was a man starved. Her whimpers of pleasure turned into a siren’s song, breathy moans, broken strings of his name— she didn’t even know what she was asking for, but she wanted more.

“A-Aeg— w—,” Lyanna cried, the coil of warmth within her coming to a searing height, “S-some… something—,” her hand had autonomously threaded into his hair, pulling on his strands. He had seen the expression of bliss and ecstasy on her face, with the light of the candles illuminating the delicate planes of her face as she came and he thought she looked… beautiful. Her climax hit her hard and fast, her legs shaking as she unraveled completely, thighs snapping close around Aegon’s face.

He didn’t mind, of course— if he was to suffocate between a woman’s thighs after making her come, so be it. As a bonus, he kept up his ministrations on her pearl, not letting go until she pulled him off like a leech.

“S’too much— t-too much,” she heaved. Lyanna’s skin was pinkened, legs shaky still like a newborn fawn. “W-what was that? That wasn’t coupling— it wouldn’t result in a child.”

Aegon wiped his face with the back of his hand. “No, it wasn’t. It’s called pleasure, Lyanna. You surely have a lot to learn about it, it seems.”

“… I don’t understand.”

“That’s what whores do, they are experienced in the art of pleasure. It all isn’t just to make children— that isn’t the end all be all of it— sometimes, you can do it just for fun, for release, for pleasure— and also for love and romance and all that.”

“Hm.” she huffed, “So you aren’t… going to fornicate with me?”

Aegon smirked. “You put it so delicately, my queen,” his grin was toothy and made Lyanna feel faint, “No. Not right now at least— although, I am not opposed to it in the future. It is expected to conceive an heir but we have time for that.”

“Oh. Well… what about your… pleasure? Your release?”

His brow furrowed for a moment. This was the part where he’d have a whore ride him to completion or take him in her mouth— but he didn’t exactly feel the need to do it now. He was aroused, to be sure, but it wasn’t an overwhelming need like usual. He felt… satiated by satiating her. “No need.”

He helped her out of her corset and into her nightgown, relishing in how she subtly leaned into his touch.

“So, you just wish to sleep here tonight?” she asked as she climbed into bed.

“Yes— and I have… a request,” he climbed in after her, discarding everything but his small clothes on the floor. “Can I rest my head… here?” he pointed to her lap.

He fully expected her to laugh at him, to berate him— even if, deep down, he knew she wouldn’t— but she just nodded. “Just… lay?”

“Just lay.”

She pat her lap and he slowly descended, putting his head down. It felt… good. She was soft in all of the right places and she smelled… pleasant. And she was warm. He curled up next to her, bringing his body into itself and closing his eyes.

Sometime during the night, he felt her fingers glide through his hair, drawing soothing circles on his scalp as he slept.

He hadn’t slept better since he was a child.

this is what lyanna's 'revenge' outfit looked like.

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flappyhappystim · 6 months

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thehaberdasheress · 5 months

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Clothing listings up on Etsy

At long last... I've begun to list some of the things I made when I first got the idea to produce fashion accessories for the Renaissance set. These are all single items, prototypes of different kinds.

Gold Amber Hairnet, $40 CAD: A classy way to bundle your hair up or produce the illusion that you have some in the first place. Infuriate dead 16th century clerics with your vanity and pride in worldly display instead of covering your head in sober modesty!

Velvet Renaissance hat, $50 CAD: This style is called the "Italian Bonnet" and shows up in portraiture all over Europe... except Italy. It's a nice hat, though it fits high on the head instead of sticking snugly because Fashion. But I'm still stuck going??? Why??? (Note: Blue feather not included.)

Next up, garb that I've thoroughly test-driven myself:

Yellow Italian Renaissance dress ($150): A linen dress from the 1990s I got secondhand and dyed and decorated, inspired by the working-class women in the paintings of Vicenzo Campi and woodcuts of peasant folk dress of Tuscany and Milan. Normally fits a US 8/10, but is pictured here fitting a US 14. Skirt is for a short person, 36"/91 cm long

Decorated red apron ($50): Pure linen apron and recycled cotton waist tie, decorated with hand-stencilled fabric paint. A more affordable emulation of the elaborately embroidered 16th century apron in The Met Museum's collections.

Gold Fleur de Lis veil ($50): Oval-shaped, a couple centuries earlier than the other items. ABSOLUTELY guaranteed to enrage dead priests, see above. That's all I can say about it because I am being dragged away from the computer to go to my niece's dance recital by someone who will ruthlessly hit "post" for me. Message me if you have any questions!

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kwillow · 1 year

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Ambroys basking in his cache of gifts and sweet words from secret admirers. Gotta be careful, though. If his ego is inflated any more, he'll pop.

(I wanted to doodle something to accompany a post answering some messages regarding this candy-colored cad but got a bit carried away. :P Well regardless, asks under the cut!)

Why thank you! He would drunkenly insult people, though he tends to be more passive-aggressive and backhanded rather than outright insulting - well, most of the time, anyway. He thinks he's a lot more subtle in his derogatory comments than he actually is.

Aaaw, this is too sweet!

Older Ambroys is much more reserved about seeking and accepting physical affection than his younger self, for myriad reasons (that one day I will expound upon in more detail, fate willing). He still enjoys it, though.

He's still proud of the stars on his cheeks and the gold in his hair and all that, but the signs of age are something he is not at peace with. For some, like the wrinkles, they're a sign that his time on this earth is finite - and death terrifies him. For others, like his paunch, it's more just embarrassing to him in a more mundane and vain "I was voted Prom King in high school and I was on the Varsity track team now look at me I'm an old man boo hoo hoo" type of way (though he's actually more physically adept in his older age than he was when he was younger for Magical Heritage Bullshit reasons, the sentiment remains).

As for your question, it's totally fine with me for Ambroys to be portrayed as non-heterosexual in fanfic or fanart or one's secret imaginings. Even though all of his "canon" love interests are women, I wouldn't rule out of the possibility of him developing affections for someone who isn't a woman. Chase your bliss!

Haha well both furry and aasimar Ambroys would bask in the attention, though poor aasimar Ambroys' jealousy is not going to be helped!

No shame on being a furry though. I didn't consider myself one either but I feel like it's harder to make the argument that I'm not given the sheer number of ponies I've drawn by now...

He would accept this, so long as you don't mess up his hair.

He would say: "good!" I would say "don't waste your life on him!"

Oh he would be pleased to be so distracting, I'm sure.

And sometimes we can't help but to have a type... I know I seem to have a thing for rich effete douchebags with buck teeth and big pointy noses... not quite sure what's up with that.

Yessss... yesssssssss... or perhaps I should say "I'm sorry."

I didn't mean to make him this way... I guess I underestimated the power of a brushable mane.

Ambroys DOES like being worshipped (way too much and way too literally, as you might be able to tell) but he wants to have his imperfections hidden if he can!

He's just horribly, horribly vain and unwilling to let go of his youth... even though he got to enjoy being youthful for three times as long as a mortal would.

YES that song is on his playlist (which I have for all my main characters because I'm a dork). It's just too perfect. One of the many ideas on my miles-long to do list has to do with depicting a scene from that song. The trouble is that it has to do with dancing, and boy am I not very good at drawing dancing poses. xD Oh well, gotta try for the boy!

Heh well I think we could agree that a normal horse probably couldn't pull off the breeches he wears quite so well... I'm flattered that you think of him when you see horsies in the flesh! Huzzah, I've ruined one of the Earth's beautiful creatures for you! >:)

Oh wow, my guy is stepping out of my brain and into other people's subconsciouses... I need to put a leash on him. :P But this was a fun read!

It's very in character Ambroys to try to undercut a rival's self-esteem by framing it as something OTHER people say, but oh no, he'd NEVER say something like that, of course. Mean girl behavior. He does have friends that don't actually like him - and he doesn't like them either. But one needs to have friends for appearance's sake - just one more accessory, really!

OKAY, I think that's everything! Or at least enough for this post, ahah.

Thanks to everyone for your kind words on my not-so-kind character.

Unlike him, I'm really humbled and grateful by the positive reception he's received. I deeply appreciate your kind messages... even when it takes me eons to reply to them, gah.

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haischaper · 3 months

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Alright! Here's how the Jax Keychains look! They have a gold, bunny-shaped, clip and there's currently 5 in-stock! They're up for $6.00 CAD so feel free to shoot me a message if interested!

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emotionalsupporthufflefluff · 1 year

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fancy words that get us into trouble

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!Reader (Not MC) part three of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: Some questions that lead to confusing answers, and some misconceptions that lead to troubling circumstances. (tried my hand at some angst toward the end, have fun~)

Like a niffler to gold, the two of you were drawn to each other from there on. It was earlier in the school year when you and Ominis had officially spoken for the first time and became instant friends, and it’s already been a few weeks of being by his side when finally your friend groups decided to mingle. Aside, of course, from Sebastian and Poppy, who already seemed taken with each other and spoke quite often on matters of intelligence. While Sebastian was book smart, Poppy was certainly a hands-on type, and they often paired well when they decided to work together on their various projects in class. (You weren’t arguing, as this freed a space next to Ominis.)

Your friend group didn’t really extend too far from Poppy, as she had been your best friend and really the only one you spoke to on a daily basis. There were your roommates, but you still weren’t completely sure of all of their names. Outside of your house, there was Natty and Garreth, but you certainly weren’t as adventurous as they were so you didn’t spend much free time with them.

Ominis’ friend group included Anne Sallow, and though you had met her before in your earlier years of school- such a sweet girl- you still had yet to meet her since your new friendship blossomed. Less so friends than acquaintances, according to Ominis, would include Amit Thakkar, who Ominis seems to partner with in most classes he doesn’t share with you, and one Imelda Reyes, who didn’t seem to have anything in common with Sebastian or Ominis aside from their same house.

This must’ve been why Ominis found it weird when Imelda sat amongst the group of friends having their lunch outside in the cool autumn breeze. Of course, any questions were answered when Sebastian called out a rude, ’ Why you here, Reyes?’ And she replied in a cool tone, ’Because we’re all friends you cad.’ Her answer seemed to smooth the concern off of Ominis’ face, but after so long of being by his side you could tell that it was only outwardly. He seemed worried about something involving her presence, but he wasn’t outwardly asking her to leave, so you let the issue be.

That was until halfway through your lunch, all of your friends chatting about random topics and jumping from one conversation to the next when Imelda finally spoke up. Her voice was gruff, but mostly curious, as she waved a chip slathered in vinegar between you and Ominis. “So how did this happen anyway?” She swallowed whatever food had been left in her mouth and continued, “‘Cause it really seemed like you two had no clue each other existed until one day, suddenly, poof! You were inseparable.” She shoved her enunciating chip into her mouth, raising her eyebrows for an answer.

Your group sat on the picnic blanket in a parody of the Great Hall’s tables, forming two lines with plates and bowls of food stacked in the middle row between you all. While you and Ominis had sat at the end of one row next to each other, leaning your shoulders against one another, Imelda had sat in the other row across from you both. You had watched her eyeing the both of you this entire time, but you hadn’t been expecting that question. You felt Ominis tense against your side, and you take a slow breath for yourself. Neither of you had ever spoken again about how you met, how you two seemed to immediately gravitate for each other and be so hesitant to walk away. You thought you would just take everything while it lasted- but it just kept on lasting.

So you weren’t sure where that left you. Why it was so natural to become friends with him, why he let you in so easily when he seems to push everyone else away? To be honest, you had been wondering this thought for quite a few weeks, but you were content to let it lay, afraid that any sort of questions might accidentally pop whatever bubble you found yourselves floating in lately. So you had tried to deflect, “I doubt that he had known of me before we met-” But he had interrupted.

“Of course, I knew of Y/N. They shine so bright even my own eyes were drawn to them.” This caused you to freeze, swallowing roughly and trying to stay exactly as you are in hopes that he might continue. “I’ve always admired them from afar. In Charms class, when they would turn to any nearby classmate that needed an extra bit of help. In Transfiguration, when they mispronounced their incantation and had a half-formed object in front of them- and their little giggle they tried to hide when they found the object funny. In Care for Magical Creatures, when their entire world zoomed in and focused on their charge of the day, grooming the pet and feeding it extra treats when Professor Howin had her back turned.”

“How do you know all this stuff?” Your voice was pitched low, a whisper in his ear. Your worldview was solely focused on Ominis, so much so that you missed the little smirk that crossed Imelda’s face. Ominis turned his head more in your direction, bringing your faces that much closer together. He, in turn, lowered his own voice as if just speaking with you now.

“As I said, I’ve admired you from afar.” His eyebrows draw together in a familiar expression of concern, and you felt the urge to raise your thumb to the spot between his eyebrows to smooth it out. “I apologize if that makes you uncomfortable, it’s just- I-” He struggles to find the words, his mouth working up and down with nothing coming out. While you’d love to hear the rest of his sentence, you decide to put him out of whatever misery he’s enduring with your own admission.

“It’s okay, Ominis. I admired you from afar as well.” With this, Ominis snaps his jaw closed and you could see a familiar flush lighting up his cheeks. “I watched as you were often one of the first in the class to master a new spell, your magical ability always has me in awe. I had to laugh anytime someone underestimated you, especially when you eventually showed them up, and that cute little smirk you wore when you always won.” You raised your hand, placing it gently against his cheek and lightly dragging your thumb across the corner of his mouth. You come to yourself suddenly, and while Ominis hadn’t pushed you away, you knew you were stretching the limits of your boundaries, so you dropped your hand before continuing, “And while intelligent and sassy, you were also kind.” You watched Ominis’s face lower ever closer to yours, his features softening into something unbelieving yet fond, “You always tried to hide it, I wondered why at first, but when I heard about your family I realized that if word got back to them about how kind you were, I figured they wouldn’t quite agree. Yet your kindness always showed in such small, simple actions that you couldn’t hide. You offering a quill to a classmate who mentioned forgetting one in their dorm. Stopping an errant first year and correcting their course so they wouldn’t be late to their class. Even so far as taking an apple from your bag that you keep as a snack to offer someone who had missed breakfast from sleeping in.

“When I first found out about you, everyone had warned me from you,” You continued, shaking your head in disbelief, “They always quoted your family as their reason. How I was a muggleborn, and you were a pureblood- or I was a Hufflepuff and you were a Slytherin.” You chuckle, shaking your head again and moving to lay your cheek on his shoulder. “I knew you weren’t like that. I’d seen you interact with anyone who needed it, regardless of house or blood status. Then people kept trying to tell me, ’Oh, he’s just blind! He doesn’t see the house colours on the robes, if he did then he would never!’ but I never believed a word of it.” You look up to meet his milky gaze, smiling and raising a hand to boop a finger against his nose. “Plus, I think you see a lot more than people give you credit for.”

You feel the comforting, yet familiar, feeling of Ominis sliding his hand into yours, and you close your own eyes to just feel the sensation of Ominis surrounding you. Laying here with your head on his shoulder and his hand in yours, you could almost imagine his arms wrapped around you, holding you close and never letting go. You feel Ominis lean even further down, and while you hear Imelda say something nearby, you’re too distracted by Ominis’s whispering voice to make out what she said.

“You’re much too kind to me, Y/N. I certainly don’t deserve all this praise.” You raise your free hand up to place against his cheek, feeling the warmth under your hand pulsing from his cheeks. His voice begins to sound rougher as he continues, “I think I should be the one waxing poetic about you. You make me feel so many things, I’ve never been as thankful for this gift of life than when you’re by my side.”

You suck in a breath, opening your eyes wide to look into his face once more. That almost sounded like- but no, he couldn’t like you the way you liked him, surely? You let your thumb stroke his cheek and watch his eyes fall closed in contentment. You’re taking a moment to think things through, to somehow say what you want to say without revealing everything- while also revealing just enough that if he does like you then maybe you could tell him back. It was complicated, what you were aiming for, but Ominis didn’t seem to mind the silence for the moment, leaning his head further onto your hand. Eventually, you spoke up, mind completely forgetting about anything besides the two of you.

“Careful there, Ominis. You might give me the wrong idea, talking like that.” You could feel him take a deep, steadying breath before his eyes opened.

“I assure you, whatever conclusion you are drawing from my previous statement is likely true.”

“Ominis,” You whisper, your tone reverential. You stare into his eyes, ready to admit everything when you hear someone down the line yelling.

“Oi, get a room, Ominis!” You drop your hand from his cheek, lifting your head quickly and looking down the row of people toward the other end, “Ah- but not ours! I need that for sleeping.” You lock eyes with a mischievous Sebastian, Poppy sitting next to him with her own smirk that worried you more than anything else. Wait- Sebastian and Poppy teaming up? That couldn’t be good.

“You sleeping is unheard of Sebastian. Outside of class, anyway.” Ominis’s reply was quick and on point, though you heard a bit of resentment in his tone. You turn to look and notice his face wiped clean of emotion, even his blush having faded away. You both were back to sitting how you were during the majority of the picnic, still leaning your shoulders against each other but no longer so close you could’ve leaned up to kiss. As you study him for any indication of what just happened, your eyes lock on his lips and you suddenly wished you had just closed that little bit of distance.

You heard your friends, including Sebastian, all laughing along with Ominis’s jibe, yet no one bothered to continue on talking to either of you. It was quiet for a moment as Ominis packed away the remainder of his lunch, and you moved to do the same, no longer feeling hungry. It took you a moment to think what words you really wanted to say, but eventually, before your entire group stood up and began packing up the picnic, you placed your hand on Ominis’s arm and pulled close to his ear.

“I’m extremely thankful you’re in my life as well, Ominis. You’ve made me so much happier than I thought possible.”

“What do you mean you’ve done it already, I’ve only just got here!”

“Well, I wouldn’t have had to do it by myself if you would’ve just shown up on time.”

“Ominis that can’t be helped, I-”

“It doesn’t matter what friend you were hanging out with, or which guy you were flirting with-”

“Flirting with? Ominis, I was-”

“All that matters is that the project is finished, alright!”

“Merlin, Ominis! That was my project too! How am I supposed to say I worked on that at all? How am I supposed to learn anything from that lesson now?”

“Salazar, Y/N! I was just helping you out!”

“No, helping me out would’ve been inserting yourself between me and Professor Weasley to say we had a project. Helping me out would’ve been waiting for me to join you before starting our project! Helping me would’ve been open communication between us instead of just assuming that I was flirting with Garreth Weasley, you- you-” You struggle to find the word, not wanting to seriously insult him but unable to find the proper meaning for what you wanted to imply. Instead, groaning, you sling your bookbag back over your shoulder and begin to storm out of the potion’s classroom.

“Where are you going?”

“Away from here,” You replied bluntly, turning around at the doorway to see Ominis lifting his own bag and pushing to follow. “No, you stay here. Or-” You hesitate, eyeing the classroom before huffing, “Not here exactly, just don’t follow me.”

“But, Y/N,”

“No, I need to be alone right now. Just give me time to cool off.” You shake your head, moving to leave and breathing a sigh of relief when you don’t hear him following anymore. You rushed outside, wanting fresh air above all else, before finally slowing your pace and taking a walk through the courtyard. Now that you have a moment to breathe, it really was a silly fight. Ominis was just trying to help out, in his own way. Perhaps that was how he acted with Sebastian- you were sure that boy wouldn’t turn down a completed project just because of the way Ominis had looked when announcing it as you had.

That was the entire issue, though, wasn’t it? You wouldn’t have cared if the project was completed any other time. If Ominis had presented the completed potion with a smile and a, “Look, we can sit back and relax by the lake now!” Then you would’ve smiled back and likely hugged and thanked him. But even just thinking back to how his face had soured when you walked in, his clipped tones announcing that he completed the project without needing your help, as if insinuating he never needs your help, it had just stung a bit.

Then to throw in that ‘flirting’ bit, you just shake your head at the thought. He must’ve noticed you, then, in the transfiguration courtyard. You were on your way to meet up with Ominis to start your potion’s project when Garreth grabbed you by the arm and began a rapid-fire question spree about seemingly random ingredients and whether they’d explode or not. You got the feeling he was looking for the ‘will explode’ category, causing laughter to bubble up when his aunt had appeared out of nowhere to give you both a stern talking to. You both tried to play it off, you even insisting that you had a potions project you were literally on your way to go do, but the Professor seemed unbelieving and forced you both to stand there another fifteen minutes to listen to a lecture that essentially boiled down to, “You’re too young!” Too young for what, exactly, must’ve been lost in translation.

You huff, looking up at the path you’ve been walking this whole time and realizing just how close you were to the forbidden forest. You must’ve been walking the path toward your little fwooper friend without realizing it. Just thinking of them causes a small smile to spread across your face, and you decide that would be a lovely way to calm down and give both you and Ominis some breathing room for just a short time. You leave the path and take off at a jog to your usual meet-up spot, calling out a whistle as you got close enough.

Your fwooper friend trills as he sees you, and you bring out your grooming brush and a few of your special treats and sit on the stump. As you get to work, you run your earlier altercation through your mind once more. Ominis’ face had indeed been sour when you first walked in but seemed to soften as you both talked, even if you had continued arguing. By the end, he even seemed genuinely concerned, though perhaps, you reasoned, it was only for himself and realizing he misunderstood.

Although, rationally, you could admit that you weren’t much help in trying to stop the argument. You could’ve remained calm, taken a breath and explained yourself fully. You flaunted open communication, then turned tail and ran instead of practising what you preached. You blew out a rough breath, causing your fwooper to startle and turn its head to look at you.

“Sorry, buddy. Just had a stupid fight today.” You brushed down the fwooper’s body again, gentle in your ministrations as you steadied your breathing. Perhaps once you’ve finished here you could go find him once more, and apologize? Or at least talk things through, you still weren’t completely sure what had caused his little outburst. It couldn’t be because of your friends, he’s seen you with them before and even participated a few times with the Gryffindors, which he had been loath to do before to the point of complaining quite loudly before first meeting up. But he still had done so, for you he had said.

“There was no reason for it,” You continued on to your fwooper, who just blinked owlishly toward you. “He completed our project without asking for my help- I really should just be thanking him. But, I don’t know,” You huff a breath, shaking your head. “It’s not that I wanted to feel needed by him. He’s a fully functional person by himself, but… Well, it was supposed to be us you know? An excuse to spend time together, maybe? It was an easy project anyway. I was thinking I might finally bring up what’s been on my mind with him during the project since we didn’t have to keep quite so close an eye on it. Now those hopes are dashed.” You tried to keep the bitter resentment out of your tone but failed toward the end of your explanation.

So maybe that was it. You had been exceedingly nervous about the project because you had told yourself that you were finally going to bring it up. How you felt about him, whether he felt the same or wanted to remain friends as you were. You were so scared that bringing it up, and him then denying you, would change the way your friendship currently worked. You were so physical with your affection for each other, holding hands and laying your heads on each other. If he knew the extent of your love for him, then would he pull away? Would he no longer want to be friends at all?

Wait, love? Where had that word come from?

So lost in the clouds, you completely missed the noises coming from the forest until it was too late. Only when you heard a gruff voice shouting nearby did you finally jerk up with wide eyes, displacing your fwooper from your lap.

“I told ya’ didn’t I? The damned fwooper went this way!” Some grumbles followed, along with heavy footsteps breaking branches and brambles from the forest. You felt frozen in your spot, another voice calling out.

“We’re getting awfully close to that school, aren’t we? Maybe we should just turn back now.”

“Boss said we get the fuckin’ fwooper, so we’re getting the fuckin’ fwooper.”

“Run,” You whispered, kneeling down quickly to pick your fwooper up before throwing him into the air, the fwooper squawking before flinging its wings out to stabilise himself. “Run, go on!” You shooed the fwooper, who still stubbornly remained floating there, as you grabbed your bag of treats and brush. Rushing to your pack, you begin fumbling with the items, glancing quickly between your fwooper, your bag, and the forest not twenty metres from you. Just as you finally got them shoved inside and the bag closed, you heard a chilling voice from behind you.

“And what do we have here?”

“Looks like a Hogwarts student, Ed.”

“I know what it is, it was a rhetorical question you dimwit.”

You stand slowly, turning to face the two- the three men standing behind you at the edge of the forest. Your fwooper had flown closer to your side but landed on a branch above you much to your dismay. You were terrified, you could feel your hands shaking and the back of your neck sweating as you stared at these obvious poachers. Their smirks alone could strike fear and paralysis into you, but they also had their wands drawn and pointed directly at you.

“No funny business now. Just hand over the fwooper.”

“I- I can’t,” You try to explain, breathlessly. The main one in the middle just shook his wand back and forth at me, huffing out loudly.

“Don’t be a fool here, now. You’re too young to lose your life over this.”

“The fwooper won’t listen to me, please. He does what he wants-”

“And what is it that he wants? To be sitting here with a student?” His scoff proved how disbelieving he was, and then he took a few steps closer, his coworkers(?) staying in their spot with their wands trained on you. “Such a ridiculous notion. Petrificus Totalus!”

“No!” You looked on helplessly as he shot a spell at your fwooper, causing it to sit stock-still before slowly sliding off the side of the branch, falling and hitting the ground like a stone. You sucked in a breath, hoping it was okay just before hearing the same spell behind you.

You freeze in a similar manner, your eyes wide and staring at your fallen fwooper. Slowly, you begin to tip as well before the ground rushes at you, falling and hitting the ground before rolling onto your front, your face looking directly into the grass below you.

“Oh good job on that, now what are we gonna’ do with a damned student?”

“We could just avada them?”

“You imbecile, do you know how much attention a dead student will bring to our encampment?”

“Let’s just bring them back, ask Boss what to do.” This voice was new, the third companion that hadn’t spoken before. His voice was much deeper than the rest, and you knew if you could shiver you would’ve.

“Fine. Pick up the student, I got the damned bird.”

A/N: So give me some names & votes on which house the Main Character should be in. I’m making the last name Fig, as my HC for this particular MC will be as Professor Fig’s child. Was thinking about doing a nonbinary character as MC as well, but give me your votes!

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow #imelda reyes #garreth weasley #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #hufflepuff reader #fluff #angst

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