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HC: Ominis, his eyes and his experience as a blind wizard

Picture Credits: @deathlysallows [link]

Hello,

I was talking to someone recently about Ominis' eyes, and it gave me the idea of publishing these HCs. 🙂

Please note that the ideas and interpretations presented in this post are my 'headcanon', some of which are mentioned/explored in my fanfictions, but not all. I respect and appreciate the different opinions and interpretations that others may have.

My intention is to share my thoughts, not impose them... I'd love to see yours btw. 😊

Approximately 1,560 words at present. This could increase with possible future updates.💚

☆ Ominis’ eyes do not have pupils to let light enter his eye and reach the photoreceptors. As a result, he has no light perception and is totally blind. This lack of pupils, a phenomenon unique even among wizards, is the result of the marriage between his family's consanguinity and Dark Arts, which they practise shamelessly. (Quote: Ominis was born blind and no spell could reverse it)

☆ Besides this absence of pupils, his eyes are distinguished by their density of pale blue radial streaks, which start from the centre of the iris and radiate outwards, against a dark blue background. This pattern gives his eyes a fascinating, dynamic look. Ominis’ eyes are not opaque, milky or cloudy. These descriptors are so often associated with cataracts or glaucoma (i.e. Eye diseases Ominis does not have in my HC) that I avoid using them.

☆ Even when taking on the appearance of a sighted person thanks to the Polyjuice Potion or using Legilimency, Ominis remains unable to see, as his brain does not know how to interpret visual stimuli.

☆ If the Polyjuice Potion had worked, Ominis' parents wouldn't have hesitated to kidnap a child of the same age, sequestering him so that Ominis could take on his appearance, proceeding in the same way as Barty Crouch Jr did with Alastor Moody.

☆ Using a Pensieve does not negate his blindness either. He therefore perceives the memories consulted by this means in the same way as he perceives his everyday environment.

☆ Ominis has a well-developed sense of touch and smell, and his hearing is very acute. However, the acuity of these senses is not superhuman. He has only learnt to maximumly use his sensory compensatory means to make up for the visual deficit.

☆ During his childhood, his parents and siblings, who struggled for a long time to cure his blindness did not value his existence. As a result, Ominis tends to see himself as less valuable than a sighted person, despite what his Aunt Noctua says.

☆ Ominis has never let his blindness stop him from doing what he really wanted to do. On the other hand, as a good sneaky snake, he doesn’t mind using his blindness as an excuse not to do what he refuses to do or... to justify getting physically close to his heart’s desire. "I can’t work with my wand today, can you guide me to the Great Hall?" How can you say no to him when you know his wand [HC link] is so fickle?)

☆ When not using his echolocation spell, Ominis relies on his other senses to understand the world around him. As a result, surprise contacts can be disturbing for him as they abruptly disrupt his sensory perception. This generates anxiety, as he cannot anticipate the contact. But when this is done by people with whom he has no emotional bond, Ominis experiences it as an additional violation of his personal space, which can make him angry.

☆ Before she disappeared, his Aunt Noctua used to embroider hangings for him, which she would then hang in his bedroom. Ominis loved to run his fingertips over the raised patterns and different textures. Even without seeing them, Ominis could appreciate their creativity and aesthetics through touch. He still has a strong taste for embroidered fabrics from this period.

☆ Without concrete sensory experience of colours, his perception of colours remains a mental concept for him. At Hogwarts, he used to ask Sebastian if his clothes matched properly until he was familiar enough with fabrics to recognise them by touch.

☆ Before Ominis got his wand, he had to learn to organise his living space so that he could be as independent as possible. As a result, Ominis is very tidy and always puts his things away carefully so that he can find them more easily and navigate safely. Even in the most intimate moments, he folds and tidies his clothes before attending to his lover... firstly out of habit, and secondly because he finds it very exciting to play with their patience.

☆ For the Gaunt, the family’s image and reputation were of crucial importance. Having a blind child was a source of shame, as it could be interpreted as a weakness in their lineage or a sign of failure. When they gave up hope of curing him, they convinced themselves that a Gaunt could not be born deprived of sight without obtaining a compensatory magical ability, such as the gift of clairvoyance... Reality soon caught up with them.

☆ This umpteenth disappointment, combined with Ominis’s repeated refusal to adhere to supremacist ideals, or to practise dark arts, reinforced the hostility of Ominis’s parents towards him. As a result, the abuse escalated until the terrible episode recounted in the game (negative emotions + intolerance + misunderstanding + social pressure formed a detonating cocktail)

☆ His echolocation spell allows him to navigate independently, but it will never replace sight.

☆Capable of taking initiative, his wand has a will of its own that sometimes comes into conflict with Ominis. When this happens, it is very difficult for him to work with his wand and he may sometimes ask someone to guide him to where he wants to go. If he turns to you in this case, it’s a sign that he has a great deal of trust in you, something he doesn’t grant easily.

☆ The fact that people avoid certain words (see, or look for example) in his presence, or are embarrassed when he uses them himself, metaphorically or simply as a linguistic convention, amuses him and he doesn’t hesitate to play them up.

☆ If he’s not serving himself, he discreetly feels his plate to find out where the food is.

☆ Ominis is very concerned about his appearance because he wants to blend in with society to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Also, he feels more confident with having an impeccable appearance. His obsession: getting a stain on his clothes that he can’t detect. He used to ask Anne to check his outfit several times during the day.

☆ Although many classmates have asked him to touch their faces so that Ominis can “see” them, he has always flatly refused, as he finds it too intrusive. Sebastian and Anne are the only ones with whom he has allowed himself this familiarity... until his fiancée.

☆ Aloof and reserved by nature, Sebastian, Anne and his lover are the only people he accepts hugs from. These have enabled him to obtain information about their appearance, height, weight, hairstyle, morphology and much more...

☆ Wizards of their background were often evaluated on their elegance and their ability to fit into the society at the time. In addition to the classic upbringing of a member of the illustrious Gaunt family, Ominis’ parents insisted he acquire good social skills and impeccable manners, which was not always easy for Ominis.

☆ For he had “automatic, stereotyped and repetitive” gestures (blindism). Swaying his body or turning his head, or repeatedly rubbing his eyes were very severely punished, as were the various postural disturbances inherent in his blindness (head in profile because that’s the ideal listening position, shuffling gait to keep his 2 feet anchored to the ground maintain his balance more easily etc...). As a result, Ominis has become very aware of himself and his body language.

☆ Always with the aim of meeting their standards, his parents imposed a strict education on him, ensuring that he was fully educated in the history of Magic, that of his ancestors, that of the great pureblood families, the evolution of the bonds governing them and the dark arts for which the Gaunt are so renowned.

☆ In Victorian times, professional prospects were rather limited for blind people, even in the wizarding world, and even with the best education. What’s more, the family safe at Gringotts was just a leaky basket, so Ominis’s parents forced him to play the piano hoping he would become skilled and renowned enough to bail them out. As a result, he plays the piano very well, but he is not a prodigy. This skill is the result of long efforts and painful constraints. All washed down with tears.

☆ At Hogwarts, potions classes are the hardest for Ominis to grasp. Too much simultaneous olfactory stimulation, a method of learning ill-suited to the blind as the recipe steps rely on the precise colouring of the brew.

☆ When he's not using his echolocation spell, Ominis hates it when people leave him after a conversation without telling him they're leaving.

☆ Braille appeared in England in 1861, and Ominis learned about this Muggle system of reading and writing from his Aunt Noctua, who was much more open to the Muggle world than the rest of the Gaunt family, who refused to hear about it. He learned it on his own, with the help of his aunt and the house-elf who provided him with reference books.

☆ When he has to use a knife for cooking or in potions class, Ominis demands a perfectly sharp blade that offers a more precise cut with less effort, reducing the risk of slippage and injury, unlike a dull knife, which is potentially more dangerous as it requires more force to cut, making control more difficult.

☆ He doesn’t cut his fingernails, he files them to make sure he doesn’t cut himself.

(These last 2 HC are from anecdotes heard about my paternal grandmother, whom I never knew and who became blind because of cataracts that were inoperable at the time because of certain medical history)

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rest in peace, sir Michael Gambon o/*

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Raising our wands for Michael Gambon. 🪄

“Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light” - Albus Dumbledore

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I am devastated and heartbroken. Rest in peace Michael Gambon 💔

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you are a wildflower garden growing in my head

Ominis Gaunt x f!MC/Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: None

Summary: When she learns that Ominis Gaunt is well versed in floriography, she insists on him giving her lessons to learn the language of flowers. Thankfully, he ins't too hard to convince. Requested by @applinsandoranges

A/N: I loved researching Floriography a bit (or maybe a lot) for this fic!!! I'm sure it's not perfect, but I tried my best to be as accurate as possible. Thank you thank you THANK YOU to applins for requesting, I loved writing this so much!!!

Normally, the courtyard was pretty quiet—it was what made it an ideal place to study in the early spring, when the snow had just finished melting and trees had started to bud. She and Ominis had made a habit of sitting out there in the late afternoons, when Sebastian was serving his various detentions. 

That day didn’t seem to qualify for normal. 

Everett Clopton was chasing after a weeping Adelaide Oakes, who had burst out into wailing tears mere moments ago. 

“Addie, what did I do wrong?” Everett shouted after her, the flowers he had given her left on the ground where he had thrown them. “I’m sorry! Come back!” 

The ruckus caused quite the stir in the courtyard, students looking up from their studies to watch the pair—she herself couldn’t help but stop her reading, observing them with a furrowed brow. 

“What was all that?” Ominis asked from beside her. 

“Everett Clopton just gave Adelaide Oakes some flowers, then she ran off crying,” she summarized quickly. “Pretty unexpected turn of events. I always thought she returned his feelings.” 

Ominis frowned. “What flowers did he give her?”

She took a closer look at the flowers laying on the ground, tilting her head a bit. “They’re petunias, I think.” 

The loud laugh from beside her caught her off guard—Ominis usually contained his amusement pretty well, especially in public, so his loss of composure made her brow furrow. “What on earth is so funny?” she asked, perplexed. 

Ominis sat himself back up, taking a deep breath. Small chuckles still escaped him, but he seemed to have control of himself now. “Petunias,” he began, “Mean anger and resentment. No wonder Adelaide was upset.” 

Her own lips turned up in the corners. “Seems like poor Everett didn’t have a clue,” she said. “But to be far, neither did I.” 

“I’m not surprised Adelaide caught on,” Ominis said. “Hufflepuffs are usually more inclined to plantlife, aren’t they?”

“I suppose,” she replied. “Hold on, how do you know the meaning of petunias?”

She didn’t miss the slightest blush that covered Ominis’s cheeks. “My sisters,” he answered. “It’s a form of sending messages that normally wouldn’t be allowed to be shared when properly courting. They’d receive bouquets from suitors and would sit and talk about their meanings for hours, speculating it from every angle. I grew a bit fascinated by it, and learned what I could about the subject flower meanings.” He gave a small smile. “I know much more than the meaning of petunias.”

She smiled, thinking of a young Ominis delving into such topics. She rarely heard him talk about things he was excited about, especially from when he was younger. There was a certain glow to his features when he did—one that fit beautifully with his handsome features. It was subtle; something people who’d spent less time observing Ominis would likely have missed. But she had become somewhat of an expert in the slight expressions on her friends face—likely due to the extended periods of time she found herself staring at him. It had only gotten worse as they grew closer—as her feelings for him became stronger. 

“How come you’ve never told me about any of it?” she asked. 

He shrugged. “You never asked.”

“Well, I’m asking now.” 

He chuckled, hands reaching for his textbook once more. “Fine then. I’ll give you a lesson in floriography. Just give me some time to prepare for it. We better finish our Potions homework in the meantime; Sebastian will need someone to copy off of later tonight.”

She sighed, but didn’t argue. She’d hold him to his lessons, she’d make sure of that. 

-

It took a few days of pestering him until he finally told her he’d teach her about flowers later in the afternoon. She agreed to meet him by the Black Lake—the spring had started to warm up, and being near the water seemed like a wonderful idea. 

When she trekked down to their meeting spot, her eyes widened a bit at the scene. No wonder he had wanted to take a bit of time to prepare—he’d gone out and gathered a wide variety of flora, each of them sitting around him. She couldn’t help but think that anyone who didn’t know of their intentions would have taken the scene as a romantic one. 

He heard her approach, smiling up at her and patting the ground beside where he sat. “My student has arrived.”

“You better not assign me homework,” she said, sitting down. She enjoyed the chuckle her comment drew out of him. 

“I’m sure you’re busy enough studying for N.E.W.T.S. already,” he said. 

She groaned. “God, don’t remind me. I came to escape that for a while.” 

“Well, hopefully I won’t take up too much space in your head with this useless information.”

“Hang on,” she protested. “Don’t go calling it useless. Seemed like Everett would have benefited greatly with this knowledge. Besides, who knows when I’ll have a secret message to decode?” 

He faced away from her, busying himself by grabbing a couple of the plants beside him. Was his face a bit flushed–? Surely not. It was perfectly clear when his head tilted toward her once more. 

“As you learned not long ago, not all flowers are fit for a display of love or affection.” He smiled a bit. “In fact, a lot of them have sentiments more akin to the opposite. For example…”

He reached to his side, pulling forward a cluster of small flowers, bright pink with white on the edges of the petals. “These are China Pinks, or Indian Pinks. I’ve been told they’re quite lovely. But looks can be deceiving, as the mean the giver has an aversion for the receiver.” 

She laughed a bit. “That would be a shock to receive, I’m sure.” 

He grinned. “Precisely. If one wanted to be a little less harsh in their message, one could instead give someone everflowering candytuft—”

“Candytuft?” she interrupted, giggling.

He shook his head in mock annoyance. “Yes, candytuft. Don’t be fooled by its sweet name, it means indifference.” He placed a white flower with many layers down in front of her. 

“Are all these flowers a way of telling me how you really feel about me?” 

Ominis laughed at that. “No, I just wanted to give you a sample of some of the things you can say. Those last two are just as untrue of my sentiments for you as the message this next one conveys.” He showed her a small white flower with a yellow center and red dot on each petal. 

“What’s that one mean? I’m going to burn down your house?” 

“It means ‘I die tomorrow.’”

Her jaw dropped, and she couldn’t help but let out a surprised laugh. “Do people really tell people things like that through flowers?”

Ominis shrugged, setting the flower aside. “They must, if it’s a well-known enough meaning.” 

“I’ll never look at flowers the same way again.” 

“They’re not all bad,” he promised. He continued with his lesson, bringing forth each flower he had brought. She listened to each one very attentively, thoroughly enjoying listening to him. He was right—it was a fascinating topic. She learned magnolias represented a love for nature. Mountain laurels stood for ambition. The colors mattered greatly, too—a red columbine meant anxious and trembling, while a purple one meant the giver was resolved to win.

By the time the sun came to rest on the horizon, her head was swimming with various names and meanings. They’d gone through all of the samples Ominis had brought her, and he seemed satisfied with the lesson he’d given her. 

“There better not be a test,” she said as he gathered up the flowers around them. He grinned. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not that cruel.”

The two of them stood, ready to be on their way. “I’ve got to visit Poppy about nifflers she says she spotted,” she told him, wishing she could spend the time it took to walk back to the castle with him. 

“Ah, of course. You and your beasts,” he said with a small smile. He shifted on his feet. “Before you go, I’d like you to have this.” 

He handed her a large red flower, tall and curving with strange petals sticking up all down the length of it. She took it from him, brows furrowed. “I don’t remember what this one meant. You haven’t showed it to me yet, have you?” 

“Not yet, no,” he said, voice quiet. 

“What’s it mean?” 

He smiled at her softly. “I’ll tell you soon enough.” 

And with that, he headed off toward the castle. 

-

She really tried not to think too much about the large flower occupying the vase in her dorm room over the next several days. Tried being the key word. Every time she walked into her room and saw it, she couldn’t help the slight flip of her stomach, remembering the slight blush Ominis had sported while handing it to her. 

Surely it was something simple and lighthearted. Surely it was some sort of jab or joke, and not any sort of… confession. He had spent that whole lesson talking about what flowers meant outside of romance, hadn’t he? Why would the gift he gave her at the end be any different?

Even so, she found herself checking out a book on floriography at the library, trying to learn the secret message he’d given her. So far she’d learned nothing of it. 

It didn’t mean she didn’t learn anything, though. 

It had taken them several days to find time for another one of their little lessons, with actual studies taking the unfortunate priority. But they promised to squeeze it in on a Saturday morning just before lunch. She’d woken up early to locate one of the things she’d latched onto while reading her book—a variegated tulip. 

Beautiful eyes, the book had told her. She figured if he got to tantalize her by giving her that flower, the least she could do was try to flatter him a bit into telling her. She hoped it wasn’t too forward; she’d told him his eyes were lovely before, but to do so in a language so dear to him—well, it just felt a bit intimate. 

In any case, she found herself headed to the very same shore of the Black Lake, seeing a scene much like the first time they had met there. Ominis sat there with a group of flowers, but this time, they were all bunched together, forming a mis-match bouquet. 

She grinned as she plopped down beside him, tulip tucked away. “That looks lovely.”

Ominis chuckled. “I hope so. All I know is it smells pretty decent.” 

“Is that how you tell all of them apart?” she asked. “The scent?”

He nodded. “That and the texture of the petals. Though I’ve gotten used to using my nose first—I’ve ruined a good number of flowers by manhandling them.” 

She laughed. “It’s a bouquet this time.” 

“Very observant of you,” he teased. She gave him a gentle shove in response, making him laugh. “Don’t abuse your teacher!”

“Don’t patronize your student,” she said, grinning. 

He shook his head. “As my amazingly brilliant and very astute student pointed out, I’m holding a bouquet—” she shoved him again— “which will be the focus of our lesson today.” 

“Permission to leave class early?”

“No.”

“Fine.” 

He chuckled, his fingers beginning to gently run along the different flowers he held in the bunch. “Last time we went over some of the more specific and less used meanings. Today I’m hoping to touch on some of the more common flowers, ones you’d be more likely to come across.”

“Sounds practical.”

“Precisely. I’ve gathered them in a bouquet for you—often times you’ll receive a bouquet so the sender can express more complex feelings, allowing the combination to give a better overview of their emotions and perception of you. So let’s dive in.” 

His finger pointed out a stem holding a few small white flowers. “These are white bell flowers, an expression of gratitude.” 

She hummed. “I like those ones. They’re pretty.” 

He smiled and nodded, turning the bouquet. “Here are oak-leaved geraniums, meaning true friendship.” 

She tilted her head, scooting a bit closer to him for a better look at the pink petals. “How sweet,” she said, smiling. 

His ears went a little red. “The next one needs a bit of an explanation as to why I included it in your bouquet, but—”

“Wait, my bouquet?” she asked. 

“Yes, your bouquet,” he said, red spreading to his cheeks and across his nose. “Now let me continue.” 

“I… carry on, then.” 

His fingers ran over the flowers he’d been indicating once more. “Water willows are representative of freedom. You’re always running off to some place, despite all the rules you should follow, so… freedom.” 

She nodded beside him. “That makes sense.”

He continued on, explaining the reasoning of each flower there in her bouquet. Each one made her heart beat a little faster—he’d spent all that time, thinking of her, picking out exactly the right words to describe her and what she meant to him. It left her grinning like an idiot as she tried to remember each and every thing he said. None of the things he brought up trailed into the realm of romance, but she didn’t need it to. Not now, at least. It was perfect, just as it was. 

“And there you have it,” he said finally. “Your bouquet.” He held it out to her, tilting his head away from her a bit. 

“I… I don’t know what to say, Ominis,” she said, taking it from him and holding it gently. “This is… you’re too kind.” 

“You don’t need to say anything,” he said quickly. “I thought a… demonstration would be best, to help you learn about it. Sorry if I overstepped—”

“You didn’t overstep anything,” she said. “I’m just glad I at least have something to give you in return. I’m sorry it’s not a full bouquet, but it’ll have to do.”

She pulled out her tulip, which looked a little pitiful next to his varied display. But she pressed it into his hand. He felt up the stem gently, and then froze.

“Is… is this a tulip?” he asked quietly. “What color is it?”

She furrowed her brows at his reaction. “It is. It’s a variegated tulip.” 

He let out a breath he must have been holding, a small smile coming to his face. “Beautiful eyes,” he said softly. “Thank you.” 

She couldn’t help but think his smile had a strange tainted emotion behind it—one she couldn’t quite grasp. “You’re welcome. Sorry it isn’t much.”

He tilted his head in her direction. “It’s perfect.” 

-

She couldn’t help thinking about Ominis’s reaction to her tulip the rest of the day. Something about it bothered her—the way he froze up at first, the strange tension in his voice. 

It wasn’t until she looked back at her book on floriography she thought she understood why. 

She’d looked back at the page on the variegated tulip, trying to see if there was something she missed, when her eyes drifted up to the entry just above it. 

Tulip; Red - Declaration of Love. 

Her stomach churned. That had to be it. Ominis had no way of knowing what color tulip she had handed him. For all he knew, she’d been about to confess her feelings to him. 

But had he been full of dread or excitement?

She racked her brain, trying to recall every last detail of his words, he tones, his movements. But to no avail. She was just as clueless of his feelings for her as before

The coming days didn’t help, either. As much as she tried to observe the way he interacted with her, all she learned was… well, that she loved him. She already knew that, of course. But she kept being reminded of all the little reasons why. 

Like the way he whispered snarky jokes to her in class. The way he smiled so slightly when he was amused. The way he walked her to class, even it made him late to his own. Everything about him, really. 

She loved that he made the time to have one final lesson, right before N.E.W.T.S., too. 

Being so sure of her feelings now, she decided to take a risk. Which was why, before she left for the Black Lake, she tucked a red tulip into the pocket of her robes. 

Maybe she’d use it. It was still up for debate—but she’d have it ready if there was even a chance he might feel the same. 

When she arrived at their meeting spot, Ominis was fiddling with the flowers around him. Much like the first time, they laid sprawled out, ready to be dealt with one by one. She came and sat across from him, smiling. “Well, here I am, at my final lesson,” she said. 

He chuckled. “I hope I’ve been a sufficient teacher.”

“We’ll see if I pass the test.” 

He let the smile linger on his face for a moment before moving to one of the first flowers beside him. “I feel like I’ve done a proper job of informing you the uses of flora outside of romance—however, it doesn’t mean it’s still not a large part of it.” 

The flower he held twirled in his fingers. She felt her cheeks heat up a bit—no, she couldn’t get too excited about this. Just because they were talking about love and affection didn’t mean…

“I feel like it’s an important section to cover,” she said, still eyeing the flower he held—pink with drooping petals. 

He nodded. “Extremely. This one I’m holding is a bit… well, dramatic, I suppose. But it conveys the giver’s message pretty clearly. Justicia—the perfection of female loveliness.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Very clearly. I assume you only give it if you really mean to court someone?” 

“Precisely. Would you mind holding it for me?” 

Before she could reply, he pressed the stem into her hand, all but forcing her to take it. She grasped without much thought, as Ominis was already reaching for the next flower. He held up the cluster of small flowers, smiling. “Here we have Peruvian heliotrope. It signifies unwavering devotion.”

He held it out to her, and she took it without a word. He continued on, not missing a beat. The next thing he held was not a flower at all—but he was quick to explain. “Cedar leaf,” he said. “Perhaps not a flower like the others, but it expresses the proper messages. I… I live for thee.” 

There was a tone in his voice that had changed dramatically from when he was simply giving her explanations. A distinct shift that made it hard for her to breathe. One that made her hand feel like it was burning where his fingers brushed against his as he handed her the leaf. 

“Everlasting,” he named, holding a bright burst of yellow and orange petals, “Never-ceasing remembrance.” 

It was added to her growing bouquet. 

He picked up the final flower she saw, a lovely little pink thing, taking the shape of a ball. “Globe amaranth. It has two meanings. Immortality, for the first. But the one I’d like to emphasis is unfading love.”

She sucked in a breath. The petals shook a bit, resulting from his trembling hand. Before he handed it to her, he reached behind him, pulling out a flower that he had let lay concealed there. 

“You’ll recognize this one,” he said softly. She did. The flower he had given her on that very first lesson—the one he told her she’d learn about in due time. It seemed that the time had come. “Honey flower. Love sweet and secret.” 

He felt the same. He had this entire time. He’d sat with her, day after day of studying and laughing, all the while letting his heart beat for her. It filled with with a joy she had never known—one she was determined to never let go off. 

She looked up at his face, jaw tense, and she realized her silence at his confession must be excruciating. She reached forward, taking the flowers from his hands and adding it to her perfect collection before setting it aside. “You mean it, Ominis?” she asked, hoping she had not taken this all ridiculously out of turn. It was relief when he answered in a quiet voice. 

“Every word.” 

She grinned, taking one of his hands in her own before reaching for the pocket of her robe. The flower was still intact—a small miracle she was glad had occurred. “You’ve been an absolutely amazing teacher,” she said, guiding his hand to take the tulip. He wrapped his fingers around it, brows furrowing. “For one, I now know how important colors are when it comes to deciphering meanings.”  She leaned closer, voice coming out as almost a whisper. “I’ve brought another tulip for you. But this one is red.” 

His face lit up in an instant, lips reaching up to spread into the most beautiful smile. The flower was set aside, for his hands found something much more important to do. He placed them on either side of her face, fingers tracing over her cheeks. She held his wrists, letting him lead her closer and closer, until there was no distance left at all. 

The breeze blew softly over them, carrying the floral scent with it. She’d love that smell for the rest of her life, she was sure—because it would always remind her of the way his lips felt on hers. 

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A nice detail about the game is after you visit the Scriptorium and get Salazar Slytherin’s book, you’ll notice the once blank chalkboards slowly fill up with Sebastian’s research in the Undercroft.

You can see him desperately looking for a cure and angrily drawing X’s, scribbling everything he can and erasing some parts. You can even see the symbol of Ancient Magic.

He writes in Ancient Greek, Phoenician, Aramaic (an older sister language of Hebrew aka the language Jesus spoke), Cyrillic and other languages I can’t make out. As well as Alchemy symbols (a “secret” subject reserved for older students at Hogwarts.) You can tell both of his parents were professors who passed down their love of learning to him.

He also seems to have an interest in Astronomy (this could be where Sebastian and Amit being friends comes in handy), as well as Geometry and other esoteric things. You’d think he was a Ravenclaw looking at it.

Interestingly, Sebastian’s name is also Ancient Greek in origin. (Sebastian comes from the Greek name Σεβαστιανός / Sebastianos.) His uncle Solomon’s name is Hebrew derived from Aramaic and Ancient Greek as well. (Solomon’s name stands for “Peace” = shalom, which could probably be ironic in this case. But it could also stand for Sebastian literally destroying the peace between himself and Anne after he kills his uncle.) He also shares his name with the most famous Jewish king who ever existed. King Solomon.

In fact, the spell “avada kedavra” is a different spelling of the Aramaic phrase “avra kehdabra” = “I will create as I speak” or “perish as I speak.” (This is where the magic term ‘abracadabra’ comes from.) It’s fitting that Sebastian was the one to cast it, considering he’s fluent and it could possibly tie into his family’s background.

Anyways we stan a smart and multilingual king. 😂

(To add one last detail to this thread, Anne’s name is also Hebrew and it stands for “Forgiving, Merciful, Grace.” Which if it’s intentional, it’s a good bit of writing and it’s promising towards her forgiving him in the future.)

It also fits into Anne covering up Sebastian’s murder and leaving a letter saying she loves him but has to run away.

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Snow, Scarves, and Schemes

Sebastian Sallow x f!Reader (unspecified Hogwarts House)

Word Count: 14.8k (oops) 

Content Warnings: Slight angst 

Summary: Y/N is sick of Leander Prewett trying to court her. Luckily, she has a best friend named Sebastian Sallow who would love to help put an end to it. They devise a plan to pretend to court up until the Yule Ball. Should be simple, right? If only. 

Or, the classic friends to lovers, idiots in love, fake dating scenario. 

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he's so in love {ominis gaunt x gn!reader}

summary: ominis is in love with you. now, who's gonna tell him?

alternatively known as: ten times sebastian sallow knew ominis gaunt was in love with you vs the first time ominis gaunt knew he was in love with you

request for @spaceyaceface!

i.

Sebastian watched with narrowed eyes as Ominis tilted his head anytime someone entered the Great Hall.

"Who are you waiting for?" He asked his best friend curiously.

Ominis had a look of confusion on his face at the question.

"I'm not waiting for anyone. Why do you ask?" He responded, genuinely not knowing what Sebastian was speaking about.

"Yeah, you are. Everytime the doors open you sit there and try to figure out who's coming in, and you've looked disappointed every single time, so you've gotta be looking for someone specific."

Ominis rolled his eyes.

"You read into things far too much, Sebastian." But despite his words, he continued to do the exact same thing whenever someone entered the hall.

Until finally, you came in. And as soon as Ominis heard your laugh, he sat up straight, adjusting his tie, as he called for your attention over the chaos of dinner. And when you approached and took a seat by him, Ominis was practically beaming with excitement.

Oh. Well, isn't that interesting?

ii.

Sebastian was fairly certain Ominis Gaunt was in love with you. He was also fairly certain that Ominis actually had no clue he was in love with you.

Every time Sebastian mentioned it, Ominis would look legitimately shocked and appalled at the accusation. But the way his friend acted, there was no other explanation.

Especially with what his oblivious, oblivious friend was doing right now.

Somehow, Ominis had decided that he needed to feel your face so he could 'know what you looked like'. And you'd agreed to it because Ominis had assured you he did this with all his friends.

But Sebastian certainly had never had his face touched by Ominis, and he was his oldest friend, so he was calling bullshit on that.

He watched in amusement, hiding his smirk behind his drink, as Ominis trailed his fingers over your features. His fingertips caressed your face softly and slowly, and when Ominis' thumb traced over your lips for a full minute, Sebastian was practically biting his cup to stop himself from laughing.

Yeah. He totally wasn't in love with you. Suuuuuure.

iii.

Sebastian watched in open disbelief as Ominis piled present upon present into your arms.

This was ridiculous.

Sebastian had got a single Christmas present from him. And yes, it had been meaningful and he loved it, but it had been one single present.

Meanwhile, you had walked in the door, and at last count, Ominis had put at least twelve presents in your hands. It was getting to the point where you were having to crane your hand back to be able to still look at Ominis over the growing pile you were clutching.

And when you opened them?

The presents were basically everything and anything you'd ever even mentioned an interest in in passing. Including some things you noted that you didn't even remember talking about.

Bloody hell.

If Ominis wasn't in love with you (which he was), then Sebastian needed to have a very firm talk with him about his blatant friendship favouritism.

iv.

Finally, Sebastian confronted him about it.

It'd been a long day of seeing Ominis moping around the common room in an absolute sulk. All because you'd gone out for the day without breakfast so he'd not been able to talk to you before you'd headed out on your day trip with Poppy.

Sebastian had watched him lay on the ground by the windows to the lake. He was mercilessly convincing the first years that he could hear the mermaids so of course they should stay by the window for another hour to try and see them, when Sebastian thought he should step in.

He'd shooed off the little eleven year olds, before taking a seat in the big armchair.

"It's not the first years' faults that a certain someone skipped breakfast, you know. It's not fair to bait them with the mermaid thing, you know they'll stay here for hours if you tell them they might see one."

Ominis grumbled.

"I don't have a clue what you're on about. I'm merely having some fun."

Sebastian chuckled a little.

"No, you're not. You're sulking that the love of your life is having a day out without you, so you're winding up the baby Slytherins to take out your grumpiness on someone."

"Not the love of my life! I'm not in love! Surely, I'd know better than you if I was in love, so the fact you keep insisting that I am and I just don't know it is, frankly, insulting." Ominis protested, standing up and wandering off to sulk somewhere else.

Sebastian watched him go, shaking his head.

He's not even in denial. I think he actually doesn't know.

v.

You'd been sat working with Amit in the library when Ominis had done something that made Sebastian nearly choke on the pumpkin pasty he'd been inhaling.

The two boys had been working together. Seb had been helping Ominis with his Potions work, while Ominis helped Seb with his Ancient Runes.

And then you came in, and as tended to happen when you entered the room, Ominis' attention was gone. Especially when he realised you were with another boy. 

Thankfully, they'd gone through the Ancient Runes assignment first, so Sebastian merely rolled his eyes, pulling the Potions essay towards him and writing it on Ominis' behalf. He was clearly too busy glaring in Amit's direction to take on the work himself.

At first, Ominis seemed happy to scowl from a distance. Until he heard you laughing loudly at something the Ravenclaw had said, and the next thing Sebastian knew, Ominis was striding across the room.

"Oh, hi, Ominis. Everything alright?" He heard you say.

"Just tired. Do you mind if I lay down over here? Sebastian's keeping me awake with how loud he is."

Sebastian scoffed in disbelief. He could not believe Ominis was throwing him under the bus in an attempt to further his 'not-love' life.

You'd cooed at Ominis, your protective instincts kicking in as soon as you heard that, ushering him to sit down.

And then, Ominis had what seemed to be a sudden burst of Gryffindor-esque courage and decided to lay down with his head in your lap. And you just laughed it off, beginning to stroke his hair.

Oh, Merlin, Sebastian realised. They've done this before. He's got it bad.

vi.

Sebastian was exhausted.

If it wasn't you complaining that Ominis hadn't asked you to the Yule Ball, it was Ominis complaining that he hadn't asked you to the Yule Ball.

If this was some sort of dramatic romance story, he'd have flung you both into a cupboard by now and locked you in there until you kissed it out.

But it wasn't a dramatic romance story, so he had to use more normal means to wingman his best friends. And if that included mild deception to said best friends, so be it.

He'd slipped Eric Northcott three Galleons to ask you to the ball. He'd promised him an additional two Galleons if he did it when you were next to Ominis.

It went exactly as planned.

Eric had asked you. And before you could answer, Ominis 'not-in-love' Gaunt had stepped forward with a set jaw and told Eric in no uncertain terms that he'd already arranged to be your date.

God, Sebastian was a good friend. If you and Ominis didn't name your first kid after him after all this effort, he was going to riot.

vii.

He couldn't find the two of you.

He'd just finished dancing with his date, and he'd seen her off to her common room. The plan was to meet you and Ominis after the ball by the Grand Staircase for an afterparty of sorts, but you two had been nowhere to be seen.

Unfortunately for Sebastian's Ominis and you shipping heart, you'd danced together once and called it quits, sitting on the sidelines for the rest of the night with your drinks. 

When he'd asked Ominis why, he was informed that the amount of people was making it nearly impossible for the two of you to dance together, as it was confusing Ominis' wand and he kept stepping on your foot.

Sebastian really hoped that it hadn't put a damper on your night, but Ominis looked quite put out. Maybe the two of you had decided to head to bed and not remembered to tell him. He decided to look around a little more for you two, not wanting to ditch you if you'd just been shooed away elsewhere by lingering professors.

The first place he thought to look was, of course, the Undercroft. And, of course, the two of you were there.

There was soft music coming from a gramophone that one of you must have transfigured into existence. And the two of you stood in the middle of the room, swaying side to side, you tucked tightly against Ominis' chest with his arms around you, his head resting atop yours. Both of you had your eyes closed, and both of you looked blissfully happy.

It was adorable. And he was going to bully Ominis for it relentlessly tomorrow.

viii.

The two of you were now holding hands.

And according to Ominis, once again, this was all platonic.

Sebastian thought he might need to find a dictionary and read out the definition of the word 'platonic' to the both of you.

Apparently, Ominis was very, very, very concerned that he'd lose track of you in the busy Hogsmeade crowd, and the only solution was to lock his fingers with yours.

God, Sebastian was tired.

ix.

Sebastian had returned from Crossed Wands. You'd not shown up for once, and he was a little curious what would lead to the 'reigning champion' skipping a match.

Then he walked into his dorm, and stopped short. 

Ominis was asleep on his bed. Nothing new, all that boy ever did was sleep. But you were there.

The both of you were tucked under the covers, sleeping peacefully. The sides of your heads were pressed against one another, and Ominis' arm was reached out, his palm pressed against your stomach as the two of you napped.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, getting into his own bed quietly. Nothing the two of you did surprised him at this point.

x.

Today was the day. 

He was going to confront Ominis, and the two of them were not leaving this room until Ominis came to terms with the fact he was in love with you.

Sebastian had caught Ominis on his way back from seeing you, because that was always when his friend was in the best mood, and promptly dragged him into the Undercroft.

"You're in love."

Ominis scoffed disdainfully.

"I can't keep having this conversation, Sebastian. I'm not in love."

"Right. Let's go down the list of the things I know about, because Merlin knows what you do when I'm not there. You listen for them to enter a room. You get grumpy when you don't see them. You take naps together. You remember everything they've ever told you, ever. You hold hands. You get ridiculously jealous of anyone who talks to them, even Amit, the literal nicest guy in the school."

"And I do all that because we're friends."

"No, you don't! If I suddenly started doing all that for them, what would you think was happening?" Sebastian asked, already tired from this conversation.

Ominis paused, considering before his eyes went wide.

"Oh, Merlin. I am in love with them."

Sebastian literally cheered in celebration.

1.

Now that Ominis was aware he was in love with you, he was like a man on a mission. He'd been looking for you for the last hour, and he was steadily getting more and more agitated the longer it took to find you.

Why is it that whenever I need them, they disappear? He thought in irritation.

Then, he heard it. Your laugh. The one that he'd memorised for 'completely friendly' reasons. God, he couldn't believe he'd actually been so stupid, but that was an issue for another day.

Ominis set off, chasing after the sound of your voice. Finally, he caught your scent, that fragrance that he'd bought you at Christmas, and he reached out, catching hold of your arm.

"Oh, Ominis! There you -"

You didn't get to finish your sentence before he'd woven his hands into your hair, tugging you close so he could kiss you.

Yeah. He definitely was in love with you.

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of paper planes and wildflowers; pt. 11

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)  

chapter warnings: angst, mentions of kidnapping, a lot of trauma, torture, partially proofread (teehee)

chapter summary: everyone has their dark sides, no matter how “clean” their record seems. the question is, would you be able to accept them once they’ve reared their ugly head?

word count: 5.9k

a/n: special mention to @freesiriusblack​, @cranetreegang​ and @iamintoomanyfandoms​ for enabling me to push through with my ideas for this utter bedlam of a chapter. personally this chapter was quite hellish to write, but yolkie persists! i’m still rather nervous if you readers will like this one though. one scriptorium chapter coming right up!  also, i made a wee audio of the first part of this for funsies. you can listen to it right here. (it’s sfw.)

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of paper planes and wildflowers; pt. 8

ft. ominis gaunt with f!reader (series)

chapter warnings: injured beasts, not proofread, unedited

chapter summary: when the opportunities that present themselves lead to a path of possible happiness, it’s up to him to decide whether he’ll finally seize it for himself or let his inner turmoil and insecurities consume him once again  

word count: 5.7k

a/n: this chapter nearly made me punch the wall for all the good reasons :D

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Burn For You - Ominis Gaunt x f!Reader

A/N: HIYA SO this came to me at like 2am and I stayed up ‘til 7am writing it, it doesn’t seem like a lot in that time frame but I get distracted and stuff so it’s a lot for my lil ADHD brain 😭 I hope y’all enjoy this!! It’s based off the song “Burn For You” from the concept Bridgerton musical (and the actual ‘I burn for you’ scene from Bridgerton), it just SCREAMS Ominis to me!! Okie, have fun reading, my lovelies!

Warnings: female anatomy is used and the word girl is mentioned once, I’m sorryyyy :( a lil makeout session or two?? does it count as smut? I’ll say smut anyway 😭 uhhh angst kinda? kinda enemies/strangers to lovers, whole arranged marriage trope, let me know if there’s any others!! <3

Word Count: 3,573 :0

Ominis Gaunt was an absolute masterpiece, and it frustrated you to no end. You couldn’t stand how attracted you were to the man you’d been forced to marry, even worse you couldn’t stand that you couldn’t hate him. Not in the slightest.

Let’s travel back to before, when you’d first met. You were your families prized jewel, being the only girl in a highly sought-after pureblood family. You were fourteen, barely old enough to think for yourself, let alone willingly agree to throw away your future romances to keep your pureblood status… well, pure. Both unfortunately, and fortunately, for you - the Gaunts happened to be the most feared Slytherin family so they “had first pick,” in your parents words. You’d grit your teeth together whenever someone would call you anything close to “precious” or “a diamond.” Was it a crime to want your own freedom? To have your own say in who you decide to wed?

“Y/N, dear, remember your manners.” Your mother scolds softly, smiling delicately at the Gaunt family. You refrain from rolling your eyes, opting for a sarcastic smile.

“Lovely to meet you all, truly,” You shake the hands of your future in-laws shortly, stopping at Ominis. “Especially you, Your Grace.”

He scowled at the name, “Please, just Ominis will do. I insist.” He takes your hand in his placing a delicate kiss on the back, you reprimand your heart for skipping a beat. You wanted to hate him, truly, though you consider the fact that he perhaps had as much choice in this as you do which makes him a little easier to understand in your mind.

“As you wish, Ominis… I’m Y/N.” You mention shyly, stealing your hand back and hiding them both behind you. Your heart stops fluttering when you clench your jaw at your families shared celebratory look, clearly overjoyed that you and Ominis are getting along. The last thing you wanted was a cheerful look on your mothers face caused by something you’ve done.

“The pleasure is mine, Y/N-“

“Yes, well, I shall be going now. Lots to do to prepare for the new year at Hogwarts.” Before your parents can cease your actions, you’re rushing out to the gardens in search of the air that the misty eyed Slytherin that stolen from you. You sigh, lifting your dress as you walk. He’s going to be hard to hate, you ponder as you glance back towards your family mansion. His stupid, handsome face.

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You’re now 18, dire months before you and the heir of Slytherin must wed, and here you are at one of your final “engagement parties.” You and Ominis had spoken quite a lot in the last four years, most times privately - away from the prying eyes of your guardians. Though neither of you would ever admit it, you were quite smitten with the Gaunt boy, as he was with you. You both kept your distance emotionally, never talking about anything further than your interests and disinterests, your engagement, or small compliments to appease your families (at least, that’s what you’ve both told yourselves.)

Unfortunately for your heart, that never stopped you from craving his presence. You craved him like a starved man craved even a crumb of sustenance, like a fish needs water, like lungs need oxygen. Everything about him drew you to him, whether it be the way he stood tall around all these strangers and held himself with the utmost confidence, the way he was so different from the rest of his family, the way that, despite his upbringing, he cared about every living being so deeply, the way he never wishes anything but wellness for everyone, despite their wrongdoings. Everything about him was perfect and it only made things harder for you. You needed to keep it together, and that was becoming more and more difficult because as the years went on, he grew even more handsome and it was driving you to the brink of insanity.

Perhaps it was the way he held your hand, how he ran his fingers over your knuckles when you were nervous, or the way his lips would curve into the most loving smile whenever you so little as entered a room. How one person could feel so loved and desired by the hunger in a blind persons gaze? You could not give anyone an explanation. You almost wish you could make them feel the tightening in your stomach or the heat in your chest whenever he said your name in that tone that made you weak in the knees.

“Darling, are you alright? You seem quiet.” The concern in your fiancés voice makes the smallest hint of a smile appear on your lips. You sigh, smile leaving as soon as it appeared.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need some air, I’ll be right back.” You mutter, standing from your seat and heading towards the door to the Gaunt Family Gardens. Unlike your family’s home, the Gaunt family had a hedge maze that you’d loved getting lost in whenever you were forced to attend events such as the one you were currently at. You felt a sense of relief wash over you as you turned a corner of the maze you hadn’t remembered seeing before, your hands trailing along the leaves. You smile at the serenity of simply being in the fresh air, closing your eyes to embrace the moment.

“Lost, are you?” You hear the grin of a certain freckled Slytherin boy, your smile widens as your eyes open confirming the face matching the voice. “Where’s your fiancé, Mrs Gaunt?” He teases, nudging you with his elbow gently.

“He’s inside, you know he’s always been better at this stuff than I have.” You sigh before raising an eyebrow at him. “What about you, Sallow? What are you doing out here?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was worried about you?”

“No. I would, however, believe you if you said you got lost, so… Did you?”

“What? Me? Get lost?” He chuckles, stopping when he sees that your eyes never ceased their playfully judging stare. “Yeah, okay, I got lost. What’s your excuse?”

You laugh lightheartedly. “Just needed some air. You hate these events as much as I do, you know getting lost in this maze is the best part about it.”

“True, though Ominis must be missing his absolutely gorgeous fiancée by now, yes?”

“I doubt it.” You sigh, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“I don’t, but I shan’t get involved.” He shrugs, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Guest of honour probably should return soon though, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Unfortunately, I do agree.” You frown for a second, then your eyes glimmer with mischief, his grin matching. “Race you to the start of the maze?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He winks quickly, “Last one there has to tell the other who they have feelings for, all the juicy details.”

“You’re on, Sallow.” You grin, kicking your heels off excitedly and counting down. “3… 2… 1- Go!” You rush in the direction you came from, giggles leaving your body in vibrations.

“Hey! You cheated!” He yells after you, smile present in his voice as he bolts after you. You could basically feel him on your tail, the adrenaline rushed through your veins as you retrace your steps to the beginning of the maze.

Left, left, right, one more left, and then… hold on, that wall wasn’t there before- Your thoughts get cut off as Sebastian runs straight into you, the two of you falling to the floor with a loud ‘oof!’

“Watch where you’re going, Seb! For Merlin’s sake!” You whine, trying to untangle yourself from the auburn haired boy.

“It’s not my fault, I wasn’t expecting you to stop so suddenly.” He grumbles, hands on either side of your head to hold himself up. He smirks, raising an eyebrow. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Oh, shove off.” You giggle, shoving him in the chest playfully to further your statement. “You’re a pig.”

“Yet, the ladies still love me.” He snickers to himself, pausing when they both hear footsteps suddenly realising the position they’re in and what could happen if they were caught like this. Even if nothing was happening.

“What is happening here?” Both panic and relief wash over the two tangled bodies as they hear the well-known voice of their best friend and betrothed. “I know you can both hear me, I would like a response.” He sounds livid, and as far as they know, he can’t even see the position they’ve gotten themselves into. They scramble onto their feet, stuttering over their own versions of an explanation.

“Ominis, we were just-“

“We ran into each other-“

“And you ended up on top of my soon-to-be wife how exactly, Sebastian?” He hissed out, wand pointed directly at him as the tip glowed an envious shade of red.

Sebastian’s eyes widen in shock, “Wha- How did you know-“

“I’m blind, not an idiot.” His gaze mimicked that of a lion with it’s prey, like he was bordering on an Unforgiveable. “Now, would you two like to explain yourselves to me or to our families?” This was mainly aimed at you, however it struck just as much fear through the Sallow boy as it did you.

“No! No, it wasn’t what it seemed like, I swear on my life,” You begin, “We were racing out of the maze and I stopped suddenly, so Sebastian ran into me and he knocked us over. That was all, I promise you.” You plead, taking his spare hand in both of yours. His gaze softens as he turns to you, nodding once. Relief washes over you as he lowers his wand.

“Right, well, I’m going to go back inside,” Sebastian says awkwardly, smiling at you apologetically. Ominis not even giving him a second glance. “Have a nice night, you two.” He nods, leaving hurriedly after you wave a goodbye.

You turn back to Ominis, eyebrows furrowing as you let your eyes slowly rake over this features. “What’s on your mind?”

“You.” He responds, no hesitance in his voice as he slowly backs you towards the wall you’d stopped for earlier. “Always you, at every waking moment, it’s you.” Although his words make your heart soar into your throat and butterflies erupt in your stomach, his tone is somewhat… dangerous. You’re not sure why, but it excites you just as much as it makes you nervous. He places his wand in his pocket then uses the hand you’re holding to pin your hands above your head, his body pressing yours tightly between his and the cold leaves of the hedge wall. “You know which buttons to push, you know that? Running away from me all night, hardly talking to me unless it’s bullshit excuses, never letting me close enough to take what’s mine, but you’ll let Sebastian Sallow between your legs like any common whore.” He scoffs, his fingers carefully place themselves delicately around your throat as his lips gently brush yours.

You can’t help the whimper that leaves your mouth, eyes fluttering shut for a split second. The heat between your legs was begging you to give in, let him take you right here and now, but you couldn’t. Not that easily. Your eyes bore into his like a wildfire coming to light, you try to squirm out of his grip. “I am not a whore, you absolute dimwit,” You scoff, “I have explained myself perfectly clearly, I do not have to say a word more. And I am not yours.” You add, purposing adding fuel to the fire.

Successfully, you hear a growl leave his throat as his grip tightens only making the pool in your undergarments grow. “Not yet, but you will be.” He says, bringing his face as close to yours as possible before pulling away completely. “You will be mine, Mrs Gaunt.” He smirks, turning to walk away.

You’re not sure what part of you decided to control you at that point, when you grabbed him by the tie, turned him back around and pulled his lips onto yours but, to be completely honest, you really didn’t care. His lips were as soft and addicting as you’d imagined, and your head was spinning in the most delicious way possible. Your hands tangled themselves into his perfectly gelled hair to pull him closer, his hands immediately going to your hips and continue to slowly make their way down to your thighs.

“Up.” He orders breathlessly into your mouth, squeezing the curves of your lovehandles before gripping your thighs and pulling you up so he has you pressed to the wall. Even better, the tightening in his pants finally had friction to grind onto. His arms hold you up tightly, his grip only pulling you closer if possible. He nips your bottom lip gently making you gasp, he grins before pressing his tongue against yours. Your hands grip his hair tighter, a soft, high pitched moan escaping you. His hips grind against yours, searching for that heavenly pleasure that came with your soft mewls.

“That’s my girl, m’hardly even touching you and you’re melting at my touch. You’re so desperate for me, it’s pathetic.” He coos, one of his hands slide futher up your inner thigh, lip curving upwards at the soft begs and whimpers leaving your lips the lighter his touch gets until his hand is hovering over the place you need him most. “Here, darling? Is this where you need me?” He fakes sympathy, a single digit pressing onto your clit through your undergarments making your breath hitch in your throat. He grins, circling teasingly a few times. “Taking that as a yes, my love.” He chuckles almost sadistically, pulling his hand away and kissing you softer than before. More… lovingly? Empathetically, perhaps? Either way, you were writhing. Complaining? Never, but desperate enough to twist your hips towards his hopeful for a reaction. That was until it had to come to a stop altogether.

“So, this is where you two scampered off to.” You hear the voice of Ominis’ mother along with your own, which makes you both freeze up then look over at the unimpressed scowl on their faces. He places you back onto the grass carefully, helping you straighten your dress as you help him make his hair look more presentable again. “You two know what this means now, don’t you?”

You close your eyes, preparing yourself for the worst. “The wedding shall be moved up, you will both be wed by tomorrow evening.” They finish, gesturing for you both to follow them back inside.

“Wait, what? But that-“

“No. You did this to yourself.” Your mother chastises you, sighing. “I’m disappointed in you both, to think you’d know better.” Your heart drops to your stomach, making you mad at yourself for caring but also making you mad at Ominis for getting you into this situation. You weren’t sure why you cared considering how much of a heartless, sadistic dickhead your mother was, but it pained you to disappoint her nonetheless.

“Fine.” You conclude, picking up your dress from the floor to walk inside. “Please, excuse me.” You mumble, making the short walk back to the ballroom.

“Y/N, wait!” Ominis calls after you, taking his wand out of his pocket to follow. “Y/N, please, I must apologise-“

“I don’t want to hear it, Ominis.” You reply sternly, sitting back at your seat in front of everyone invited with a fake smile plastered on that, luckily for you, most people were too uptight to notice. He sighs before following to sit beside you with his own fake smile glued to his face, he attempts to hold your hand, thanking Merlin when you don’t pull away but overthinking that you must be doing it for the image. Why couldn’t you keep it in your pants for a few more months, Gaunt? He reprimands himself, jaw clenching tightly. He continues to glance at you for the rest of the night, hoping he hadn’t screwed up for good. Even if it took him begging for your forgiveness, he was willing to do it. Anything for you.

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You paced the floor of your room as your newlywed husband unknowingly did the same in his. Separate rooms? You scoffed. I thought they wanted little Slytherin heirs desperately. Your annoyance only grew the longer you were apart, though you weren’t necessarily sure who you were annoyed at, if you were honest. You suspect the sexual frustration from the previous night had something to do with it, but you’d never admit to it out loud.

Ominis, on the other hand, was figuring out what to say to you, how to apologise, how to make things up to you from the night before. His thoughts get interrupted by you bursting into the room, he could sense the tension basically vibrating off of you. “Are you oka-“

“If this is what you call a Honeymoon,” You cut him off, standing across the room. He swears, he could almost see the steam leaving your ears. “Pacing in our separate rooms, running from our mistakes, we’re doomed.”

“Y/N,” He begins, inhaling sharply when you cut him off again.

“Please, forgive me, Your Grace,” You put emphasis on the last two words, knowing how much he hates being called that.

His eyebrows pinch together, standing up straighter as he scoffs out; “Your Grace?”

“Can’t even look me in the face and now I must lie in the mess you made?”

“The mess we made. If anything, it was your mistake. You kissed me in the maze.” He jumped to defend himself. The tension in the room only grew as you both stepped closer and closer to each other with each sentence spoken.

“Do not put this on me, I did not ask for any of this.” You hissed out and he hated that your tone was only making him want you that much more.

“Oh, and I did?” He scoffed. “I never asked for any of this, sweetheart. I never asked to meet you, I never asked to be betrothed to you, I never asked to marry you,” He blurts out without thinking; “And I certainly didn’t ask to fall for you.” He stops his steps once you’re standing directly in front of each other, feeling your gaze burn into his soul. You can feel his breath on your face, you blinks a few times while processing what he just said.

“I… I do not understand.” Your voice softens, brows furrowing in confusion. Your head shoots up to look at him when he groans and walks towards the door to leave.

“I do not know how I could be anymore clear.” He huffs out.

“Well, do not get angry.”

“I am not angry.”

“You look angry,” You state, eyes travelling over him to study his body language, “And… bothered. Look at you, you’re downright flushed!”

“Yes, that is what happens!” He’s getting more and more irritated by the second, he turns around to look in your direction and starts stalking his way over to you.

“When one is angry.” You say, confused.

“When one burns for someone who does not feel the same!” He growls out, stopping in front of you once again. He stops and sighs, rubbing his hands over his face.

Your eyes widen for a split second, mouth gaping slightly as you stare at him in realisation. “You… You burn for me?” Your voice comes out in a whisper, just loud enough for him to pick up on.

“Why do you think I followed you into the maze?” He sighs once again, hand running through his hair.

“Why do you think I went into that maze?” Your eyes soften, taking a small step closer. His face suddenly turns to an expression of realisation and then softens, he reaches a hand out for one of yours.

“Oh, my love… From the mornings you ease, to the evenings you quiet, I’m always thinking of you,” He whispers, his other hand cupping your face gently, his thumb running over the apple of your cheek.

“I’m always dreaming of you,” You say, leaning your face into his touch, “From the mornings ‘til late in the night, it is you I cannot sacrifice.” You admit, placing your hand over his and lacing your fingers with his in the other. “Ominis, I burn for you. I have from the moment we met.”

He couldn’t help himself as he pulled your face towards his, tangling his arms around your waist with your body flush against his. Your lips met his in a passionate embrace, your arms snaked their way around his neck pulling him as close as possible. Your lips didn’t leave the others, not even for air until it was desperately needed, and even then his lips were trailing down your neck in your lips stead. “Say my name,” He murmurs against the skin where your shoulder and neck meet, biting into the skin gently.

“Ominis,” You moan out breathily, hands tangling into his hair. “I’m yours, Ominis. I’ve always been yours.” Your head tilts further back as his lips make their way back up your neck and up your jaw, he smiles before pushing his lips against yours for a few more moments.

“And I’m yours, Y/N. I’ve always been yours, and I always will be.”

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Amortentia

Part 3 of year Six in Obliviate

Ominis X MC

Summary: It’s time to make Amortentia in class! Need I say more?

Warnings: just floof

“Alright class, settle down. This year we are starting with Amortentia, so that no one will ask me ‘when we are doing Amortentia?’A couple things to get out of the way before we start. One. I will not be telling anyone what I smell. Two. I don’t care what you smell as long as you do not smell too much and I have to send you to the hospital wing. Three. The only person you should be talking to is your lab partner, so you can discuss on your own time what you smell. Turn page 394 and begin.” Professor Sharp speaks with hands clasped behind his back pacing to his desk. As he sits he adds one more thing,

“And this should go without saying but I will say it anyways, if any of you tries to smuggle even a drop of that out of this classroom everyone will have 100 inches to turn in by tomorrow about how dangerous and harmful this potion is.” Turning to Ominis you shrug,

“Well, here's hoping you smell me.” Ominis laughs blushing, opens his textbook, and articulates in a quiet and bashful voice.

“I think I will smell…your shampoo, the faint smell of earth you always seem to have on your hands from tending to all of your Dittany plants, and maybe a hint of the highland breeze that you smell like when you are back from flying.” At his words your heart begins to pound and you can feel the heat rising to your ears. Busying yourself you flip open your book turning hastily to the page. All around you hushed giggle spring up and constant whispering as everyone guesses who the other will smell. Sebastian, who is wildly displeased about losing Ominis as a lab partner, glares at poor Garreth who was kind enough to take the Slytherin on. Ominis is a very efficient lab partner preparing all of the ingredients while you monitor the potion. The two of you make a great team as he is always willing to oblige and happily takes your instruction.

“Poor professor sharp looks absolutely dismal over there nose buried in a book. You would think if he didn’t want to teach it he would just leave it out of the class altogether.” You chuckle to Ominis.

“It sounds like he did not want to hear about it all semester. Practically every year there is a sixth year whose heart gets broken over someone smelling someone, or someone els not smelling the someone, but every year they all beg him for this chapter. It really is a silly thing.” Studying Ominis’ calm features you wonder if that is trepidation or contempt in his voice.

“Well I wonder who’s heart will be broken this year. I’ve heard Garreth is sweet on Imelda but poor chap has no chance. Way too clumsy!” You shake your head knowingly. Handing you a crushed shiver fig Ominis remarks,

“Well I guess we will find out soon enough as this is the last ingredient.” Dropping the fruit into your cauldron you stir intently watching the stew. Since the potion is very time sensitive as each station reaches this point the pair of students goes quiet as they carefully monitor their brew, not wanting to be the group who messes it up and doesn’t get to smell anything. The atmosphere is deathly still until Sebastian drops a stack of books on his desk laughing like a maniac as the room collectively jumps from the loud sound. Professor Sharp smirks watching the students jump, this time not reprimanding Sebastian for his constant Tom foolery. Ominis lets out an annoyed “Ass.” Not having fallen for the trick himself, as he is used to loud unexpected sounds, but felt you jump a foot in the air ready for a fight.

“Ah it’s time!” Clapping your hands together you exclaim as the potion turns from a deep red to a shimmering white. Gingerly you take the potion off the heat, stirring continuously; Ominis waits with bated breath to hear if it has turned the correct color.

“Looks perfect.” You let out a sigh of relief, as you slow your stirring. You inhale the scent instantly recognizing the smell; with great effort you step away from the potion trying to breathe in fresh air. Curiously your eyes flicker to Ominis, who also got a good whiff of the potion, and now has a satisfied smile crossing his face,

“Exactly as I suspected.” He remarks casually, before you can respond Professor Sharp approaches your Cauldron looking down at the liquid.

“Very good. Clean your station and you are dismissed.” Fighting the urge to take another long deep sniff you wave your wand over the cauldron vanishing the liquid. Ominis does the same and the station puts itself back in order. Sebastian strolls over to you and Ominis his own secretive smile adorning his face,

“Well did you two smell each other or what?” Unable to look at either of the boys due to your furious blushing, eyes forward you walk out of the classroom. Ominis matches your pace asking in a hushed hopeful whisper,

“What did you smell?”

“Your dewy warm calonge, which always lingers on my robes after you hug me. The hair gel you use that smells faintly like cinnamon and vanilla, the box Bertie Bott's Beans you always keep tucked in your robes, parchment, and the musty air in the Undercroft.” Biting your lip you sneak a glance over to Ominis whose eyes are shining with a wide grin painted across his features. A tender hand takes hold of your own but instead of walking to your next class he pulls you down a hall and out into a small secluded courtyard.

“We are going to be late.” You mumble shyly as he pulls you into his arms.

“I don’t mind, do you?” Giving you a mischievous smile he kisses your forehead. Closing your eyes you fold into his embrace swathed in all of your favorite smells. Head pressed to his chest you can hear how fast his heart is beating despite the confident calm demeanor he is trying to project. At the sound of Sebastian rounding a corner in search of you, Ominis pulls you into a doorway in an effort to conceal your presence. He wants to linger in this moment a while longer, savoring the feeling of you in his arms.

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Finally You See Me - Ominis Gaunt x Reader

A/N: This is the third and final part to my fic “When He Sees Me”! Part one can be found here! And part two can be found here! Thank you so, so much for everyone’s support for this fic! <3

Warnings: mainly fluff the entire time, honestly! reader being smart, Ominis being a simp again, let me know if there’s any others I should add!

Word count: 1,896 (not too long but a sweet lil ending!)

You were peacefully studying in one of the upstairs corners of the library before Sebastian so rudely interrupted by slamming his hands onto the table in front of you. “Uh… Can I help you?”

“Yes, you absolutely can,” He sits next to you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking them. “You can explain what in Merlin’s beard happened last night in Hogsmeade!”

“Oh, you mean how your little prank backfired?”

“It wasn’t a prank, you moron!” He whines out.

“Then what was it?”

“Well, I told you that Ominis was going to test if the polyjuice potion would give him sight, he didn’t even want to come to Hogsmeade in my place but I convinced him to so he could see that we’re not in a secret relationship-“

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?” You question, confusion etched onto your features, “Why would he think that we were in a secret relationship?”

“Well, you avoiding him has him worried and he’s going crazy trying to figure out why,” His eyebrow raises, giving you a knowing look. “You should talk to him, I’ve never seen him this upset. Please, Y/N, tell him the truth.” He pleads, gripping your hand tight. You feel guilt seep into your heart, maybe you went too far.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll talk to him.” You mumble, hesitance still showing but guilt reigning supreme in your mind. “Where is he?”

“In our dorm, come on.” He drags you away from the table and towards the Slytherin common room.

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You quietly enter the dorm after Sebastian’s given the all clear, you spot Ominis laying on his bed with a book in hand. “Ominis?”

He ceased his reading, his hand stopping in place as he raises his head to look in your general direction. “Y/N? What are you doing in here?” The tone of his voice almost makes you feel even more guilty, nevertheless you slowly make your way to his bed before plopping onto the end of it.

“I need to talk to you about a few things, it’s not easy to say and it might ruin our friendship but it needs to be said-“

“Y/N, I already know you like Sebastian, why would I be mad at you for that?” His jaw clenching after he spoke makes you think otherwise, but you continue on.

“I don’t like Sebastian, why would you even think that?”

“Sebastian must’ve told you already but… last night at Hogsmeade and in the Forbidden Forest-“

“Ominis-“

“No, I need to tell you. It wasn’t him-“

“Ominis, I know.”

“Y/N, please. You told Sebastian you love him, but it wasn’t him, it was-“

“It was you as him. You’d used polyjuice potion, I know.” You softly chuckle, reaching out for his hand gently. “I knew it was you the whole time, love.”

“You… You knew it was me? How?” His face had shock and confusion written all over it, holding your hand back nearly out of habit by this point.

“Well, nobody says ‘yes?’ at the end of a sentence the way you do,” You tease, smiling when the prettiest shade of red paints his cheeks, “And then when we went to Gladrags, I asked if you liked a certain shade of blue-“

“How does that have anything to do with-“

“Let me finish, you mooncalf,”

Why does everyone keep calling me that? He wanted to say but refrained, opting to listen intently to your voice.

“I asked if you liked a certain shade of blue, and you agreed, when the colour was indeed orange.” You giggle which makes him groan and cover his face with his free hand, the tint of red travelling to his ears and neck. “No need to be embarrassed, it was adorable. There were a few other tells as well, like you freaking out about going into the Forbidden Forest, but three things really solidified it for me.”

“What were they?” He peeks out from behind his hand and even though he couldn’t see, he pictured your face, your hair, the way you laughed the night before and he swears, it felt like he could see you.

“Well, Highwing does not like Sebastian. Tolerates him, at most.” You tease before sighing softly, “And then when the Thestrals came over, you said there was nothing there.”

“Sebastian could’ve been joking around.” He frowned, thinking he did a good job of hiding that part.

“True, but there was truth to your eyes. Only those who have seen death can see Thestrals, remember?” His lips twitch upwards, squeezing your hand gently. He was quite proud of your intelligence, but not nearly as flushed as he felt that you’d remembered enough about him to notice these tells.

“Oh, also, when you mentioned that it was getting late? You started changing back because Sebastian’s hair turned blonde.” You suck your lips into your mouth to hold back laughter as his face deadpans. “But yeah, I knew it was you. I would always know it’s you.”

He looks to your direction again, tilting his hand curiously. “Wait, but you said… when you said ‘I really love you’-“

“I was saying it to you.” You admit, your lap all of a sudden seemed quite interesting as your cheeks tint a similar shade of pink to the one clinging to Ominis’ face. “Before you question it, yes, I do mean it. I mean, for Merlin’s sake, Ominis Gaunt, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known what love is.”

He swears his heart had jumped fully out of his chest and back in, the way his heart was racing. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Yes,” You cringe, shuffling closer to him on the bed, “When you walked into the Undercroft, Sebastian and I were talking about how you came up with the polyjuice theory, and I panicked.” Your voice fades out, guilt eating you alive.

“Panicked? Whatever for?” This truly bamboozled the poor boy, what could possibly cause you to panic this way?

“I didn’t want you to see me and… I don’t know, be ashamed of me?” He doesn’t think he’s ever heard your tone of voice this soft, and as sweet as it is, he doesn’t think he wants to hear it again. “I was scared you’d be able to tell that I had these feelings, and I just, I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle the rejection of any of that.”

“Y/N, darling, I could never reject you. If I rejected you, I’d be rejecting my heart of it’s need to beat. I’d be rejecting my mind of it’s need to learn.” He traces up your arm gently until his hand cups your cheek, his thumb running over your lips the way he’d wanted to the night before. “If I rejected you, I’d be lying to both of us because I am so completely in love with you. Thinking you and Sebastian were together… that hurt more than the cruciatus ever could.” His frown replaced by a smile when your hand lands on the side of his face. He places a feather light kiss on the inside of your wrist as he closes his eyes.

Your forehead rests against his with your own eyes closing, “I am so in love with you, Ominis Gaunt. Nobody else will ever amount to you, not in my heart.” He can’t hold back anymore, he pulls your face towards his the rest of the way so his lips crash onto yours. You happily reciprocate, pushing your face as close to his as possible as your hands travel to his hair and grips it softly. He was in Heaven, he swears. Your lips moved hungrily yet lovingly against his and his head was spinning in the most pleasant way he could ever imagine.

You didn’t quite believe people when they said a perfect kiss can feel like fireworks exploding in your brain and butterflies flying in your stomach, not until now. That was the only way to describe how loved and needed you felt from this kiss alone, you were scared that if you pulled away, you’d simply implode. He pulls you onto his lap so your legs are on either side of his hips, arms snaking around your waist to hold you in place. Unfortunately for both of you, air is a necessity so you both pull away all too fast for either of your liking, but your foreheads stay pressed just as your eyes stay closed to fully embrace the moment.

“Well, I’d say this had a decent outcome after all.” He jokes breathlessly.

“Decent? Is that all that was to you?” You quip back, corners of your lips curving into a grin.

“Hmm, I might need to do it again to fully grasp the experience.” He teases, lips brushing yours again.

“Well, how could I ever refuse you?” Giggling, you pull him into another kiss. This one was softer, gentler, more loving. Your lips molded together like they were made for each other.

Pulling away once again, he mumbles, “You have witchcraft in your lips, you vixen.”

“Do I now?” Your confidence rose every moment spent with him, you shyly run your hands through his hair and smile when you feel him relax.

“Will you allow me to court you properly?”

“You mean like taking me on a date?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.” His hands loosen to rest on your hips. “Let me take you on a date?”

“I would love nothing more.” You peck his lips once more, cooing at the way his smile widens in response. “Oh, one condition though?”

“Anything, my love.”

“Next time you turn into Sebastian, give a girl a warning.” He laughs at that, nodding to confirm that he will indeed warn you next time.

“Only if you do one thing for me?”

“Of course.”

“Talk to me if you ever feel like you’re not good enough, because I can assure you that you are more than enough. You’re everything and more.” He reassures you, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck when you hug him tightly.

“Thank you, Ominis. Truly.”

“Anything for my lady.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

You both stayed in the other’s embrace, neither of you daring to move… Until, of course, you were forced to remember that Sebastian exists.

“I told you so! My plan worked!” He stumbles into the room, smile wider than ever.

“Oh, shove off, Sallow! You’ll be late for your date with Poppy!” You laugh, hiding your face in the blonde boys neck. Ominis however raises an eyebrow, glancing over to Sebastian’s direction.

“Poppy? You’re going on a date with Poppy Sweeting and you didn’t tell me?” He acts offended but smirks softly, sensing how flustered his best friend has grown just at the mention of the Hufflepuff girl.

“Yes, which I must leave for now, but you two are finally talking so Poppy will understand. Goodbye, be safe!” He rushes out before either of them can throw something at him, laughter echoing throughout the dormitory hallway.

They were okay, all of them. You were with the person you love, you couldn’t be happier. Ominis Gaunt was all you could ask for, and it warmed your heart that you were his world just as he was yours… He’s yours, you’re his. What more could you ask for?

Taglist: @morpheus-girl @writingwithrania @shhhhpots @kiwiplaetzchen @wawuwe @avitute (if you weren’t tagged, it wouldn’t let me sorry :()

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Perfect Imperfections - Ominis x fem!Reader

Summary: Ominis asks MC to the Yule Ball. Or at least that was his plan.

Word count: 1.5k

Tags/warnings: she/her pronouns, a little bit of angst, assumed Triwizard Champion MC

A/N: Thank you for all of the love for my first post! I am truly not a writer, but Ominis has been bringing me lots of comfort. Just a little scenario I thought of~ I hope you enjoy!

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It was a terrible misunderstanding really.

Upon the end of her fifth year, MC had thought she had seen all the wizarding world had to offer. Magical prowess beyond her wildest dreams, a goblet of flames spitting out perfectly unburnt paper, and friends that seemed to transcend consequence. That is why strolling into the Transfiguration Courtyard as silent snowflakes fell from the sky, she could not understand why the pale hands of a certain Ominis Gaunt were in the hands of a particularly bubbly Anne Sallow.

It was not as if Ominis and MC were officially courting, but MC had thought after what had happened in their fifth year, they truly had a chance to become friends in their sixth and seemingly more in their seventh.

In her unoccupied hand, Anne held a beautiful bouquet of white roses and snowdrops, sprinkled with opulent green ferns and frosted holly berries. The perfect bouquet to ask someone to the Yule Ball with and with sudden clarity, it all made sense. Ominis had invited Anne to the Ball and not herself. Of course, nothing could triumph a childhood love, especially not after going through extreme measures to find a cure for Anne. MC knew Ominis had cared deeply for Anne throughout their search, but she felt embarrassed by her own ignorance realizing his care was out of love for the Sallow twin. 

With the sight of the bouquet blurring, MC continued hastily through the courtyard into the Defence Against the Dark Arts Tower, hoping no one could see the tears that welled in her eyes.

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“Bombarda!” a barrel explodes into splinters.

“Confringo!” a suit of armour topples to the ground.

How could she have been so blind? So selfish? While her feelings for the Gaunt boy had blossomed, it did not mean his feelings had done the same. Frustrated between being happy for her friends and heartbroken, MC lashed out spell after spell, aiming at particularly nowhere. The Undercroft was alight with flashes of colours as if someone had set off fireworks. She should be happy for them. Both were such kind souls and had helped each other through thick and thin, but thoughts of how well they matched did not comfort her. Besides, she had bigger things to worry about.

Continuing to bellow out spells, MC did not notice Sebastian had been watching her for some time, unsure of how to stop her. 

Suddenly, the gates of the Undercroft were once again creaking open, but MC’s shouts deafened her senses.

“MC?” called out Ominis.

“She’s been at it for centuries,” Sebastian remarks. “I can’t seem to get her to calm down.”

“What did you do?”

“Why do you always assume it was me?”

“Because it is always you, Sebastian,” Ominis grunts, “if it was not you, then what happened?”

“That… is a fair point,” Sebastian admits in defeat. “I’m not sure, I just know she has been like this since I got here. Practicing for the next challenge maybe? You can give it a go, but I’m going to find somewhere else to read. Good luck.”

The room felt a lot emptier since Ominis had last been there. Hearing Sebastian’s footsteps fade up the stairs, Ominis could also hear just how sharply the spells echoed off of the Undercroft’s stone walls. As if none of the crates and barrels he knew to be placed there existed at all. 

“I’m sorry love,” he whispers, directing his wand to the voice of MC. “Arresto momentum.”

Time suddenly stops for MC and her mouth fails to produce another coherent word.

“Reparo!”

The shattered state of the Undercroft begins to repair itself as Ominis carefully strolls over to MC, bringing down her arms and tucking her body into his chest. He could feel her wet tears seep through his wool jumper. Just how much had she been crying?

“What did you do?” the voice of Anne Sallow shrieks.

“Again, why does everyone always assume it was me!” Sebastian retaliates as the twins reappear at the base of the Undercroft.

Slightly embarrassed his childhood friends might have seen him holding their mutual friend quite intimately, Ominis jumps away, a blush rising to his ears. 

Seeing the tears falling down her best friend’s face, Anne rushes over to MC, bouquet forgotten on the floor, ready to embrace her. “What did my oaf of a brother do this time?”

Suddenly processing the other people present in the Undercroft, MC wipes her tears and tries to compose herself. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you come in! Don’t worry, Sebastian didn’t do anything… this time… that I know of...”

“Hey-” Sebastian starts.

“Never mind him then. My brother said you were crying as he was coming out of the Undercroft. Is everything okay, MC?”

“Yes, no worries! I’m sorry for worrying you! I was just, erm, worried about the upcoming challenge? Lots to practice I’m afraid”

“That’s bullocks,” Sebastian scoffs, “the Second Task isn’t for another two months! You’ll be fine.”

“Well, something must be on your mind,” Anne says, voice laced with concern.

“Maybe it’s just the Triwizard Tournament in general! There’s so much going on! Seriously, Anne, I’m fitter than a Fwooper! I just came from Professor Weasley’s office and I suppose the pressure really got to me,” MC forces a smile, eyes dropping to the fallen bouquet that lay near Ominis’ feet. “Besides, we have the holidays and the Ball to look forward to! We still have to go shopping for your dress, Anne! Even if our dear friend can’t see how stunning you will look, I think it will still be nice to dress up,” she continues to ramble on, gaze unmoving from the bouquet.

Slowly putting together the puzzle pieces, Anne gasps and steps back from MC in shock. Looking at the fallen bouquet, the Gaunt boy’s red ears, then her friend’s tear-stained face, she realizes MC must have seen her and Ominis in the courtyard on her way to the Undercroft. It really was a terrible misunderstanding.

“You, Gaunt, have some fixing to do,” pointing at the poor boy despite his lack of sight. She huffs over, picking up and shoving the bouquet into his arms.

“What did I do?” he pleads, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah! Why do you always assume it’s us?” Sebastian cries out again.

“Boys…” Anne mutters, dragging her brother back up the stairs past the gate. “I think you have something important to address.”

And with a final grit of her teeth, the Sallow twins disappear back into the tower, leaving a baffled MC and an even more confused Ominis.

Feeling the leaves of the once pristine bouquet tickle his chin, Ominis searches his mind for any reason Anne would ruin the surprise he had prepared.

“That really is a lovely bouquet. Anne is very lucky,” MC breaks the silence.

Oh… Oh! Cursing under his breath, Ominis finally understands what Anne had meant. Oh, this was not going according to plan at all.

Eyes opened wide and stammering over his words, Ominis speaks, “No! No, you are mistaken! These aren’t for Anne! Why would I give such a thing to Anne? A bouquet? That’s ridiculous. Not that bouquets are ridiculous or that I wouldn’t give anything to Anne..” Taking a deep breath, he finishes, “This was meant for you.”

Slightly shocked, MC starts, “But I saw you and Anne in the courtyard and I thought–”

“These were meant for you! I mean, these are for you, love.”

“I don’t think I’m quite following.”

Ominis approaches her carefully, reaching out for her hands and gently placing the bouquet in them. “I am asking you if I could have the honour of accompanying you to the Yule Ball.”

MC’s jaw drops in shock. Too stunned to say anything.

“That is if you are not already going with someone. I know it is rather late of me to ask, but I had this whole thing planned where I was going to–”

Then suddenly his words are cut off by the feeling of lips pressed against his. It is short and it is sweet. It is clumsy but evidently full of love. Everything a first kiss could ever be.

Breaking the contact, MC steps back, clutching the bouquet in her arms. “Wow, what a mess and a fool I am… I didn’t think you were going to ask. I would love that very much, Ominis.”

Smiling and reaching out to place his hands on top of MC’s, Ominis chuckles, “What a mess indeed. I apologize for all of the trouble I have caused. Anne actually was the one helping me pick out the flowers for you. I wanted them to be even a fraction as beautiful as you are, little dove.”

“They are perfect.”

“Not as perfect as you.”

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Bonus:

“OH! I UNDERSTAND NOW!” Sebastian shouts. “That sly dog! Took him long enough.”

“Boys…” Anne grumbles again, but holds back a smile as she watches Ominis and MC hand in hand walking across the courtyard where just moments before everything went astray.

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Now That I’ve Seen You - Ominis Gaunt x reader

A/N: Hiii, this is a part two to my fic “When He Sees Me”! You can find that here! Thank you all so much for the support with these fics, I’m not a confident writer at all so it means the world to me! Enjoy <3 (Also I am planning a part three, don’t worry!!)

Warnings: A n g s t, little bit of fluff, Ominis being blinded by love, Sebastian actually being smart, mutual pining ig?? Ominis being a simp too, let me know if I should add anymore!

Word count: 2,808 (longer than part one, wooooo!)

As soon as he fell asleep, it felt he was back to waking up. Ominis Gaunt had felt on edge about a lot of things before, but not like this. He was scared out of his mind to upset his family, of course, but you? Oh, Merlin… If he ever did anything to you, he’d simply pass away on the spot.

He senses you across the Great Hall sitting at a table with Sebastian and Garreth. Odd, he thought, since when are you friends with Weasley? Shrugging it off, he makes his way over and sits himself beside you. He leans in close,

“Can we talk?” He mumbles so only you can hear, making you tense. It’s not that you didn’t enjoy him being this close, it was more the sheer embarrassment from almost being caught talking about your feelings the night before.

“Oh, Ominis! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there!” Your eyes widen as you realise your wording, stumbling over your words you quickly add; “I mean, I didn’t notice you were here! I mean, I always know where you are- Not always, that’d be creepy.” You chuckle nervously, wishing nothing more than for the floor to swallow you whole at this point. “I actually can’t talk today, sorry! Busy, busy, busy! You know how it is, always being needed. Talk later though, yeah?”

He doesn’t think he’s ever felt someone leave a room faster, his heart sinking a little more with each step you take. He definitely did something wrong.

“Sebastian, you need to tell me what I did.”

The darker haired boy looks over at him, realising their mutual friend is no longer present. “What? You didn’t do anything, what do you mean?”

“Don’t lie to me, Sallow. She’s not treating you or Poppy any differently, she’s even associating with Weasley,” He almost hisses it out, the slight jealousy he was ashamed to feel making Garreth let out a small, ‘Hey!’ Ignoring the redhead, he continues on, “Either I did something wrong or you’re both hiding something from me, which I don’t see why you’d do that unless-“ He stops mid sentence, blinking a few times as his thoughts race.

“Unless what?” Sebastian asks hesitantly, basically reading his friends mind but wanting to be sure.

“Unless you and her are… courting one another.” He admits dejectedly, lips turning downwards ever so softly. He didn’t dare show his emotions too strongly around anyone, especially not over romance. Unless it’s you, but that’s beside the point.

Sebastian groans at his assumption being confirmed, “Mate, I would never do that to you. I don’t even see them like that, they’re like another sibling to me.” Ominis shakes his head in response, standing from the table. “Wait, hey- I’ll prove it!”

“How?” Ominis snapped back, “How are you going to prove that you’re not involved with them?”

“Become me and talk to them.” He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the seriousness in Sebastian’s voice.

“Absolutely not, that’s a violation of their privacy. I could never do that to them.”

“You were going to take the polyjuice potion to test if you’d gain my sight anyway, it’s two birds with one stone! Come on.”

Ominis will admit, it was a horrible idea. Who’s surprised by that though? Sebastian is the one that came up with it. But, it was tempting. Finding out the inner workings of their mind? An opportunity like that would never arise again, plus he would get answers about their avoidance.

“I guess… It’s not the worst idea.” He mutters, not wanting to give the freckled boy the satisfaction of admiting defeat to one of his ideas too loudly. Even so, Sebastian looks up at him grinning like a devil.

“You won’t regret this, I promise you.”

“We’ll see about that.” Ominis walks away with a sigh, his heart pounding out of his chest. “Meet me in our dormitory room tonight, we’ll discuss the finer details then.”

“You got it, mate. See you tonight.” Sebastian nods once, watching Ominis walk away. He wanted to scream in joy, he would ask you to accompany him to Hogsmeade and “he” would be suddenly all over you, which you wouldn’t return (obviously), so it’d prove to Ominis that you weren’t interested in Sebastian. It was a foolproof plan! Best one he’s ever had. Pat on the back for yourself, Sallow.

****

“This is stupid, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Ominis says, opening the lid to the polyjuice potion before smelling it quickly.

“First of all, don’t smell it. You’ll probably-“ He gets cut off by Ominis coughing after a small gag, cringing to himself. “As I was saying, probably gag. Anyway, I told Y/N that I’d meet them in Hogsmeade tonight so you’re going to go disguised as me, obviously.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” He shifts on his feet, “Can we get this over and done with?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

He hesitates and closes his eyes before downing the potion in one go, coughing fit starting up as his body starts to tingle. He winces a few times while his body changes, shaking his head once the pain subsides.

“Oh, my god.” He hears from beside him, his concern only growing as he quickly asks what’s wrong. “Nothing’s wrong, you handsome devil, you.”

“Oh, piss off, you oaf.” He huffs but the edges of his, or I guess Sebastian’s, lips twitching says he’s anything other than annoyed which makes the real Sebastian howl with laughter.

“Hey, you can open your eyes, you know? That’s kinda the point, right?” He watches him, more excited for him than Ominis is for himself.

“Okay… here goes.” He hesitates again, but slowly opens his, or rather Sebastians, eyes. He blinks a few times to adjust his vision and allow himself to take everything in, his entire being frozen in place as his eyes flicker around the room in awe. “I can… I can see?” He questions, tears filling his eyes as he laughs with the most joy either of them had ever heard from him. “I can see!” The smile on his face alone was worth it. He stares at Sebastian realising that this is his best friend of what? Five? Six years, now? He was seeing him for the first time, he places a hand on his shoulder and grips it gently.

“Am I as handsome as you pictured, Ominis? Oh, who am I kidding? I’m even more handsome, aren’t I?” He cackles as he pulls him into a hug, thanking him over and over. “Don’t thank me, mate. You’d have done the same for me.” Ominis just nods in response to that, knowing it’s true. “Okay, now get out of here. You’ll be fine on your way to Hogsmeade, your wand should help you until you get there. Y/N will spot you, well me, before you spot them anyway so… have fun.”

“Okay, seems simple enough. Act like an absolute buffoon at all times.” He teases, “Truly though, thank you… for all of this.” He says softly, patting him on the back once before moving towards the door with his wand in hand. “I’ll see you when I get back, yes?”

“Well, duh. Where else am I going to go with another me walking around?”

Ominis shakes his head, smiling, and closes the door behind him with a small wave. “Be safe,” is all he leaves off on before heading towards Hogsmeade with his heart racing for a different reason. He still felt guilt for leading you to believe he was Sebastian, of course, but people do all sorts of crazy things when they’re jealous and in love. Love… Is that what this was? He questions to himself but doesn’t get the time to answer. Right as he steps foot into Hogsmeade, you’re almost tackling him to the ground.

“Sebastian! You’re finally here, it’s about time.” You laugh, but all he does is stare at you, completely enamoured by you. Your eyes, did they always crinkle at the edges when you laughed at one of the silly jokes he’d tell you purely because he knew you’d laugh? Your smile, he swears he could live and breathe off of that and that alone. Don’t even get him started on the way your top lip was thinner than your bottom, it was perfect. He was torn between wanting to bite your bottom lip or run his thumb over them. “Uhh, Seb?” You look confused, tilting your head curiously.

“Hm?” He hums, breaking out of his small daze. “Oh, sorry! Yeah, I got caught up with Se-Ominis. I was talking to Ominis.” His cheeks tint a soft shade of pink, thinking he’d definitely screwed it up after that stunt. Luckily, you’re too oblivious for that, it amuses him to no end.

“Oh, okay! Don’t stress about it.” You smile in response, looking him in the eyes seriously. “Is, uhm… Is he okay?”

Am I okay? He thinks to himself, I should be asking you that. He almost wants to curse your selfless nature.

“He’s worried about you, he misses you.” He admits, brows furrowed the slightest bit. “That doesn’t matter right now though, let’s go do some shopping, yes?”

“Yeah, yes,” You glance at him suspiciously, “Let’s go.” You both walk around Hogsmeade, stopping by Gladrags for a new coat. “Hey, Seb?”

“Yes, love?”

“Do you like this shade of blue?”

“I think it’s beautiful, you’d look exquisite in it.” He smiles lovingly, “Plus, it has wool on the inside so it’d be better for the colder winter seasons.” He nods to note that he’s finished talking.

“Hm… Thank you, my love, I appreciate it.” You smile softly, kissing him on the cheek and walking away to look at skirts. He froze, heart torn in two. On one hand, you kissed his cheek. On the other hand, he was Sebastian right now. You kissed Sebastian’s cheek.

You glance over at him and notice he’s not flustered anymore, annoyance and hurt flash through his eyes quickly but disappear almost as fast as they appeared. He shrugged it off and followed you through the store, heart racing in his chest.

“Okay, I’m done! Shall we head to the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer? I wish to show you something in the Forbidden Forest after.”

“The Forbidden Forest?” He questions, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You- We could get hurt going in there, it is forbidden for a reason.”

Your eyebrow raises as you say, “Since when has that stopped you before, Sallow?”

He pauses, he had wholely forgotten that he literally wasn’t himself right now. “I was kidding, just wanted to see your reaction.” He smoothly responds, mimicking the grin Sebastian had given him earlier. You roll your eyes but smile back, grabbing his hand.

“Then let’s go, you meater.” You tease, laughing as you tug him into the Three Broomsticks.

****

He was on edge as soon as you both entered the Forbidden Forest, eyes glancing in every direction to make sure they weren’t being watched. He wasn’t sure if it was the pure anxiety that came with the dark, ominous place, or if he was scared of something happening to the both of you, especially you, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“See? Not so bad.” You said, giggling to yourself. “You look like a madman, Sebastian. What’s got you so on edge?”

“You.” He jests, “I never know what you could have in store for me, so where is this… whatever it is that you’d like to show me?”

“Just a bit further, on top of this hill.” Your smile widens, pulling him towards the old, broken down house. “Okay, you need to stay calm around them because they might freak out if you don’t.”

“They?” He questions, raising a brow in your direction.

You only smile in response, put your fingers between your lips and whistle. He tenses a bit, hearing a distant shriek make it’s way closer, his jaw slacks and his eyes widen when a white Hippogriff lands in front of them. “This is Highwing. Highwing, this is Sebastian.” You almost laugh at his reaction but refrain, putting your hand out for Highwing to come closer. Highwing happily trots over, nudging your hand with her head. “You can pat her, you know? Though, you must show the proper respect first.”

He nods, bowing to her before glancing up again to see her bowing back. He sighs in relief, standing straight and puts his hand out at a slow pace. She happily squawks and nudges his hand with her beak as she fluffs her wings in approval making you smile to yourself. He takes in the warmth that radiates off of the creature, smiling at how soft her feathers are. Out of all the things he thought would happen today, this was not one of them - not that he’s complaining.

“She likes you, that’s a good sign.” You grin, glancing to your left as you notice a few more creatures making their way over. “Oh, there’s a couple of Thestrals! Look, Sebastian!”

He looks over, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I think you’ve officially lost the plot, Y/N,” He teases, “There’s nothing there.”

“Very funny, Sallow. You’re so hilarious, I can’t believe you’re my best friend,” The sarcasm is clear in your voice making him chuckles in response. “I don’t know how Ominis puts up with you, honestly.”

He chuckles softly, looking back at Highwing. “I think we should head back soon, it’s getting rather late.” He suddenly says, not feeling so great. The potion must be wearing off! Oh, Merlin-

“It’s not like you to care about curfew,” Your head tilts, your eyes give him a quick once over before landing on his head and staying put.

“Ominis asked me to come back earlier, unfortunately. He’s forcing me to study for tomorrow, you know how he is.” He mutters, almost stuttering over his words.

Your eyes narrow unnoticeably, arms crossing over your chest, “Okay… Is he okay? You haven’t told him what we spoke about, have you?” He knows he shouldn’t bite, he should just say no and let you have your privacy. That would he the right thing to do.

Luckily, he’s far past doing the right thing today. He’s in the Forbidden Forest, for Merlin’s sake.

“Which part?” He innocently asks, “We’ve talked about a lot, Y/N, you need to be more specific.”

“You’re a right git, Sebastian Sallow.”

“You love me, don’t act like you don’t.”

“I do… I really love you.” You smiles at him like he placed the moon in the sky just for you, which makes his heart drop into his stomach. “But you’re right, we should head back. We can use floo powder to save time?”

“Y-Yes, good idea.” He clears his throat, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Have a good night, Y/N. Be careful on your way back.” He throws the floo powder before he could get a response, showing up in the Slytherin common room and rushing to his and Sebastian’s dormitory just in time for the polyjuice to wear off completely. He sighs as his vision goes back to nothingness, heart crying at the realisation that he’d never get to see the way your nose curves down slightly at the bottom in the most beautiful way or the way it crinkles when you laugh again.

“Ominis, you’re back!” His best friend exclaims, hopping off his bed and almost bouncing off the walls to hear about how everything went.

“You may not have lied about being involved with them, but they do fancy you.” He gulps, “They told me, well you, that they love you.”

“Wait… what?” Sebastian Sallow was, for once, at a loss for words. “What do you mean? How did they say it? Tell me everything.” So he did, he told him every little agonising detail. “And here I was thinking you were the smart one between us.”

“Excuse me?” Ominis was flabbergasted, his head shooting over to Sebastian’s direction, “What is that supposed to mean?!”

“I mean, she doesn’t love me, you mooncalf. She loves you.”

“Sebastian, just stop. I can’t do this to myself anymore, okay? She loves you, you make her happy. I’ll just learn to deal with it.” He walks over and climbs onto his bed, using his wand to swap his clothing to dreamwear.

“Ominis-“ He groans, jaw clenching a bit when he gets cut off.

“No. Goodnight, Sebastian.”

The auburn haired boy sighs, “Goodnight, Ominis.” He figures, he’d let him sleep on it and discuss it in the morning. He knows what you’ve played at, however he knows that you don’t know just how depressing a reaction the Gaunt boy would have in response. He needed to talk to you so you can clear things up with Ominis. Everything would be okay, he was sure… or he’d hoped.

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When He Sees Me - Ominis Gaunt x Reader

A/N: Hola!! This is kinda based off “When He Sees Me” from Waitress!! It was a random thought I had, songs are usually my inspiration for fics so here it is!! I hope you like it! (Also maybe part 2??? Let me know if you’d want that :3)

Warnings: slight spoilers ig? not really any others, it’s mainly fluff, angst if you squint, mutual pining but neither believes the other likes them iykyk (let me know if I should add any others!!)

Word count: 1232 (not that long but it’s 1am and I gotta be up in like 6 hours lmao)

You didn’t think your anxiety could rise any higher than that of your fifth year, but Sebastian Sallow’s latest revelation is truly testing your limits.

“Why do you look upset? This is a good thing!” He exclaims, and though the excitement radiated off his body, his eyes had confusion swimming through them. It was a reasonable question considering, admittedly, you didn’t even know you looked upset. Clearly, you weren’t doing as good of a job of hiding it as you thought.

“I’m not upset, who said I was upset?” You chuckle nervously, arms crossed over your chest. “This is amazing! Brilliant, fantastic! I’m so happy for Ominis, he’s actually going to be able to see!” You gulp, almost audibly, throat suddenly feeling a bit tighter as you start to unconsciously pace the room slowly.

Now Sebastian Sallow is many things, an idiot one of said things, but if there’s anything he’s good at - it’s reading the people he cares for. His eyes narrow as he studies the behaviour of one of his closest friends, folding his own arms over his chest. “I don’t buy it, you’re nervous… Is this about your feelings for him?”

That made you stop your pacing, head shooting over to stare at him as your heartrate increases. “My what?! Where did you get that idea from? I don’t, I couldn’t, for Ominis? No.”

“Are you trying to convince me of that or yourself?” He sounds amused, a sparkle in his eyes as the corner of his lip curves into a mischievous smirk. “Y/N, darling, your eyes turn into those of mooncalves during a full moon everytime you’re within his vicinity, anyone with working eyes can tell you fancy him.”

Your face flushes a deep crimson down to your neck, “Oh, come off it. That’s the worst choice of words, by the way.”

“Yeah, I heard it after I said it.” He cringes, rubbing his neck. “But, hey, don’t deflect! You’re not denying it!”

“I- Well, you- Okay, listen,” You begin, sighing. “I do have feelings for Ominis, yes, but nothing would ever happen! He’s Ominis Gaunt, for Merlin’s sake, why would he ever even consider me?”

“Huh, he’s said the same about not having a chance with you because you’re the ‘Hero of Hogwarts,’” His eyes roll, scoffing softly. “You’re both complete morons, especially you.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

“You’re both so enamoured by each other all the time, yet you’re so oblivious to it. At least he has being blind as his excuse.” He teases, messing up your hair playfully. “What are you so scared of? Why are you nervous about him being able to see?”

Your grimacing face doesn’t give anything away, but the exhausted slump in your shoulders lets him know that you’re going to tell him what’s on your mind anyway. Merlin knows he won’t stop until you do.

“I just… What if when he sees me, what if he doesn’t like it?” The floor suddenly seemed very interesting, you study the curves of the tiles as you continue. “What if he runs the other way and I can’t hide from it? What happens then?”

His gaze softens and his lips fall shut momentarily as he takes in just how vulnerable you appear… He’d not seen you like this since Professor Fig passed all those years ago. “Y/N, I would never lie to you and I am telling you that he does not treat anyone else the way he treats you. He truly cares for you.” His tone almost made you want to believe him, full of genuinity.

“Anyone could say that, it’s not like hearing it from him and you know it,” You huff softly, shaking your head. “I stick with real things, usually facts and figures. When information’s in its place, I minimise the guessing game.”

“I understand that, but-“

“No, Sebastian. You don’t get it.” A groan leaves you as your head falls back a bit before looking towards him. “What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it?”

“Then you live happily ever after, no need for any closed doors.” He grins innocently but holds one of your hands as a way to say he’s not trying to make fun of you. You pant out a small laugh, head falling forwards a little.

“Even if he does… share these feelings,” Your hestiance doesn’t go unnoticed as he raises his eyebrow, waiting for you to continue, “Even if he’s very nice, has lovely eyes, makes me laugh, come out of hiding… What do I do with that?” Your eyes meet his shyly, shifting on your feet.

“Well… That, I can’t necessarily tell you. It’s more something you have to find out for yourself, unfortunately.” He smiles guiltily, patting your hand gently. “I can tell you it would be a good outcome though, trust me.”

You hum, mouth opening to respond right as the rusty bars blocking the Undercroft exit start sliding upwards making your lips fall shut as Ominis walks through. “Sebastian? Y/N? Are you both here?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

You and Sebastian share a panicked/confused look, Ominis’ eyebrows furrow. “Why would you respond with no if you didn’t want me to know you were here?”

“Uh… Oh, wow, look at the time! I have Beasts class, silly me!” You chuckle, “I’ll see you both later, bye-bye!”

Your awkward rush out of the Undercroft makes Ominis frown as he faces Sebastian’s direction. “What’d you do?”

“Why do you always assume it was something I did?”

“You’re easy to blame.” The corners of his lips twitch as he holds back a smile, his mind still racing with concern.

“Well, for your information, it wasn’t me this time.” Sebastian rolls his eyes playfully, flopping onto a couch he conjured. “They’re just stressed about some things, they’ll probably talk to you about it soon.”

“Oh… okay.” His frown only deepens while he sits next to Sebastian on the couch. “Wait… Did they say they were going to class?”

“I believe so, why?”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Oh… Hogwarts offers night classes now?”

“No, you dolt.” He says, annoyed. “Should we go look for them?”

“I’m sure they’re fine, they can handle themselves.” Sebastian yawns, conjuring another couch plus a pillow and blanket for each of them. “Don’t stress too much about it, mate.”

“You know I will.” Ominis sighs, placing his head on the pillow after placing it down. His eyes close as he tries to relax his brain. “I always do.”

“I know, believe me. I do too.”

“So why won’t you tell me what’s wrong with them?”

“Not my place to say.”

Ominis sighs once again but nods once, accepting the answer. “I guess that’s fair.” He hears Sebastian hum in response, already being able to tell that the freckled boy is almost asleep. His eyes open again, his mind sprinting through all the things he could’ve done wrong. No, surely not him, He thinks, they’re much too honest with their emotions. Surely, they’d have told him if he did something wrong. His worry grows into frustration which makes him clench his jaw as he thinks of someone else even breathing wrong in your direction enough to make you upset.

He shakes his head a few times, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes again. I’ll talk to them tomorrow. He decides, willing his mind to let him drift into unconsciousness.

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MC: Is he stupid?

Ominis: Yes, but he prefers to be called Sebastian.