#Ominis gaunt

[giselsann-opencommissions]

behave well, Sebastian🫵🏻

[ylieke]

The Gaunts

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KINDRED BONDS (5) ❤️

Sebastian, it's time to introduce your sis to Ominis! 🤝

[girl-named-matty]

Ominis: Let's not Sebastian ourselves into this situation and make it worse than it already is. Sebastian: did you just use my name as a verb?

[little-emerald-snake]

Ominis Gaunt X F!MC - Drunk Virgins

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: implied alcohol use, embarrassing erection, slightly painful virginity sex, drunk sex, unprotected p-in-v, mentions of blood

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Ominis swayed, more drunk then he’d honestly like to be. Fuck Sebastian for pushing more alcohol and damn himself for agreeing to if because if she was agreeing to do shots with Sebastian, so should he. Sobriety be damned.

It was disorienting enough being blind in a room full of loud music and lots of bodies. But he knew his friends were close, never drifting far from one voice in particular.

It was at that moment as her small body crashed into his, erupting into a fit of giggles against his front. He held her close, afraid that if he didn’t she would tumble to the ground in a drunken fit of giggles.

She seemed to get her bearings, swaying and bouncing against him. He smiled and laughed with her, doing his best to mimic her bounces and movements.

The song switched and the room got louder with cheers and whoops. Her scent invaded his senses as she moved again, this time turning away from him but still plastered to the front of him.

He wasn’t quite sure what to do with his hands so they hovered around her till she grabbed them and firmly placed them to her hips. He felt her bend at the waist in front of him, rear pressed up against his crotch and immediately ripping the air from his lungs in shock.

He heard the whoops and cheers of their friends cheering as she began to wiggle against him. He’d heard of this before. This was what his friends had called twerking and his cheeks went scarlet.

He couldn’t help the really inconvenient swell of his cock as he used his grasp to urge her away. She fought back, eager to stay against him and he swallowed nervously as she suddenly stopped, standing back up and turning to face him.

He braced for the inevitable slap across the cheek that was coming. But was surprised when instead her hand gently caressed the outline of his cock through his trousers.

She giggled, removing her hand and standing up on her tiptoes to talk next to his ear. “Looks like someone got a little too excited.”

He was absolutely mortified. This was where she’d leave him, unseeing and with a quite noticeable erection in the middle of a dance floor of his drunken peers. Embarrassed as he tried to duck to safety. But that’s not what happened.

Instead she stayed in front of him, taking his hand and guiding him through the crowd till the music was a bit quieter. He was vaguely aware they’d changed locations when he heard a door shut, dampening the music further.

He was about to inquire where they were but was stopped by a silky soft pair of lips meeting his which were slightly numbed from the alcohol. His hand struggled, one settling on her waist and the other wrapping around the back of her warm neck and into her hair.

She took this well, moaning into his mouth and pushing him back against a wall. Something clattered to the ground beside them but it didn’t perturb her as she pushed herself against him.

He could feel all her soft curves through their clothing, could feel the quick rise and fall of her chest against his. He was hyper aware of her small whimpers she let loose into their kiss. Godrick. She felt like heaven and sin wrapped into one.

His body was an inferno, red hot embers glowing to life beneath his skin where she touched him. His head spun but he was vaguely aware of her moving and his belt being tugged at.

He couldn’t believe what was happening but the alcohol swimming through his veins did nothing to stop what was about to happen.

Her lips finally left his and he heard her voice, small and out of breath as she asked him something. It took a bit to process it. What had she asked? “Do you have a condom?”

He shook his head. Because he didn’t. He had some in his dorm, ones that Sebastian had always told him he was free to use but he’d never carried them on his person because…he was Ominis Gaunt. Probably one of the least likely blokes to get action (besides maybe the coward Hobbhouse).

She finally tugged his belt open, the lack of protection not seeming to dull her need as she slurred, pulling at his pants fastenings. “S’fine. M’on the potion. Gotta have you in me.”

In her? For Merlin’s sake. She freed him, tugging his trousers and underwear down just enough for his heavy erection to spring free. She gasped. “So good. Gonna be so big inside…”

Was she complimenting his size? Was he considered big by a witch's standards? He wouldn’t have anything to compare himself to but if she was pleased that’s all that mattered.

He heard her hiking her skirts as she pulled him off the wall and closer to her. Her hips seeming to be higher, she tugged him till he stumbled, catching himself on a wooden crate she seemed to be sitting on.

She tugged him closer and he allowed himself to clumsily grab onto her, lifting her leg and clumsily brushing his stiffness against her. She moaned and he swallowed nervously.

She was feeling impatient, reaching between them and lining him up against her opening. “C-come on. Please. J-just fuck me Ominis…”

She sounded so good and like she needed this so badly. He had no clue what he was doing but thrust forward, wringing a strangled cry from her throat.

He was in heaven, she was sure of it. Sheathed in a tight wet heat that he’d never even imagined. He bucked his hips, wringing another cry from between her lips. She was so loud, louder than the thumping music outside, he was sure of it.

He groaned, pulling out and pushing back in, way deeper than last time and wringing a yelp from her. She gripped the forearm that held her tightly. Only now did he feel her shaking.

He pulled out of her, causing a sharp cry from her now and he worriedly brought his hands up to her face. “O-oh fffuck, are you okay?! D-did I hurt you?”

She pulled him closer and confusion took hold of him, sobering him just a bit and he realized the gravity of what he’d done. He could smell the metallic tinge of blood. He’d just lost his virginity and taken hers in the process. “Shit…I didn’t know…”

His hands smoothed over her hair and he held her close, feeling her wet lashes against his neck. He held her like that till she nudged him. He quickly backed off but she pulled him closer by his tie. “I wanna keep going.”

He went still as stone in front of her. He hated the hopeful twitch of his desire between them. “B-but you’re hurt. We don’t need to…we shouldn’t.”

She pulled him against her and he swallowed nervously, feeling her wetness kissing his tip. She felt so slick, like he could slide back in too easily. “It’s normal. That’s supposed to happen. Please, Ominis…”

Her plea sent a pang through him and he nodded, deciding mentally it would likely hurt her worse if he took this moment from her and didn’t even go through with it.

She tugged him again and he slid back in with no resistance. Guilt hammered inside of him. She was only slick from her blood and he’s ashamed at the wave of heat that causes to rush through him.

Her heat enveloping him again felt too good and with a positive sounding whimper he slowly pushed deeper. She gasped but didn't push away. He lifted her leg up to lay in the crook of his elbow and she moaned, tightening around him and causing a wave of blood to rush to his head.

He was dizzy with the need to let instinct take over and buck greedily into her now pliant body. He kept his composure though, fucking her slowly and tenderly. His other hand came up, kneading her breast through her shirt and he groaned when he felt the peak of her nipple through the fabric.

He moaned, whispering praises and sweet nothings as she moaned and whimpered with every crash of his hips. His pace picked up, getting harder and faster and soon she was a moaning mess, tightening and squeezing around him while he fucked her vigorously.

A sharp cry left her lips and she tightened so fucking tight around him. Crying out her release. He pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, fucking her through it before deciding to pull out, stroking himself till a guttural moan left him and thick milky spurts of cum decorated her inner thigh.

He was tired and embarrassed in a way he never had been before, leaning against her for support. She regulated her breathing then gave a breathy chuckle. They’d made an absolute mess of the closet. “Careful…we’re both pretty covered in blood.”

A blush darkened his cheeks but she pulled her wand, casting a cleaning charm on them and he sighed with relief when he no longer felt sticky with her blood. She helped tuck him away and fixed his hair back to a neat coif.

There was so much not said between them as she climbed down off the crate, straightening her clothes out. What did this mean for them? He supposed they’d have to sober up and have a conversation about it sooner rather than later.

[lorrainmorgan]

[10] Oms being clueless. Oms being Oms. Sebastian being Sebastian. Lorra being Lorra.

[cursedonyx]

How the HL Cast Act When They’re Drunk 🍻

Sebastian Sallow

This lad has three main modes when he’s had a few to drink, and it’s all entirely dependent on how he was feeling beforehand. He will either be the sweetest, cuddliest little snugglebug you’ve ever met, who hugs anyone and everyone regardless of how well he knows them and tells everyone he loves them (unless he’s in an established relationship, then his partner is the only one who receives such ardent affection), or he could be the life and soul of the party, challenging everyone to dares, games and other challenges, accepting pretty much all dares for a laugh, encouraging people to get up and dance and have fun, telling outrageous jokes and more… Or, he will be sullen, moody, and prone to fights. It’s best not to let Sebastian drink too much if he’s in a grump, because it won’t end well.

He's got a pretty good memory for his drunk antics and never gets blackout. This is useful for both making sure his friends are safe and for embarrassing everyone with tales of their conduct the next day, but it’s a double-edged sword, as he will remember everything he did as well.

Ominis Gaunt

A charming man at the best of times, drunk Ominis is a shameless flirt, and will make pretty much everyone fall in love with him at some point during the course of the evening, regardless of which way they swing. He’s got a pretty good head on his shoulders and tends to toe the line of tipsy and inebriated quite well, but if he pitches a bit too far and ends up sauced, his inhibitions are going to go right out the window. He’ll be the first to dance on a tabletop, he swears far more frequently and is prone to showing off a bit, though he still draws the line at public nudity, which is a shame. Chances are, if there’s a piano nearby, he’ll play for everyone with exceptional skill and, if the stars align, he’ll even sing, which is a rare treat for all involved. Mans got the voice of an angel. If he’s in an established relationship, he’s far more comfortable with PDAs and will be much more open to experimenting with his partner once they’re alone.

Though he rarely gets blackout drunk, Ominis can struggle to remember all the details of what he got up to if he has one too many, which without fail will leave him utterly mortified and swearing never to drink again, even if he had a good time. It’ll take a week or two before he’s ready to even have a glass of wine with dinner if he’s embarrassed himself.

Garreth Weasley

Garreth is usually the one to bring his experimental brews to the party and he’s usually swiftly banned from wherever the drinks are being kept. Regardless, after a few bevvies he’s loud, boisterous, and usually found challenging Sebastian to various dares and competitions. A cheerful and popular chap, Garreth is likely to get people singing along to various songs he knows, or ones he’s made up on the spot. Whilst not as tall as Leander, Garreth is a big lad and quite strong too, so any of the girls present might find themselves picked up without warning and swung all about as he tries to dance, and one of his favourite memories of a previous party is trying to pick up all the girls at once and immediately falling over, ending up buried under a pile of laughing women. If Garreth is in an established relationship, very little changes, but you can be safe in the knowledge that even though he's flirting, that’s as far as it will ever go.

Garreth never gets hangovers, no matter how much he drinks, and he’ll be the first one awake the next day, helping to clean up or cook breakfast or make everyone a strong cup of tea.

Leander Prewett

Bless his heart, Leander tries very hard to fit in with his friends and as such will likely end up drinking too much too quickly, meaning he’s usually the first one to suffer the worst effects of drinking. That said, he handles it well, and after chundering once or twice he’s usually ready to keep going. Being a gangly lad, his sense of balance is terrible when he’s blotto, and he’ll trip on a bit of dense air if there’s nothing else to fall over. If the others manage to keep his drinking at a reasonable pace, Leander will often be found trying to flirt with everyone, and though he doesn’t have Ominis’ natural talent for it, he’s a surprisingly smooth talker when he’s not worried about being rejected, and he’s pretty much guaranteed to go home with someone at the end of the night. That is, if he’s single. If Leander is in an established relationship, he’ll follow his partner around, making sure they’re comfortable, warning off potential challenges to his territory, and he won’t even look at another girl.

Leander’s memory of the night before will be hazy at best, and though he knows full well he probably embarrassed himself, he’ll choose to believe he didn’t, so long as no one got hurt.

Amit Thakkar

Amit doesn’t drink much at all, but when he does and has one too many, he’s going to be talking at a mile a minute about whatever’s on his mind, whether that’s his memoirs, his gobbledegook, his stargazing, other people at the party, who he fancies, any gossip he’s overheard, and on and on and on and on. At some point during the night, he stops talking, sits down in the nearest seat, curls up and goes to sleep, no matter how noisy it is, and it’s pretty much like someone flipped a switch. You could be sitting on the sofa with him listening to him babble, then literally a second later he’s out for the count, and he probably won’t wake up for a good few hours, so move him somewhere where he won’t be trodden on. If Amit is in an established relationship, nothing changes about his drunk behaviour, because he’s endearingly loyal at the best of times.

Amit remembers well who he spoke to and what about, but rarely does he realise how much he gabbles on. He tends to take this with a reasonable degree of humility, but aside from hoping he didn’t bore anyone, he’s content that he didn’t embarrass himself.

Andrew Larson

He’s going to be mooning after everyone pretty the moment he gets trashed, and if Ominis is playing the piano, that lad better hope he’s got his girlfriend nearby because Andrew’s going to try his luck and be deeply disappointed by the inevitable rejection. Andrew lives by his emotions and will cry at the drop of a hat or a picture of a cat if he’s had enough to drink, but he will be laughing seconds later if someone falls over or tells him a joke. If the mood takes him, he’ll likely be having long, philosophical debates with anyone who’ll listen (most likely Amit) and he’s prone to wandering off at random moments because he saw something interesting and wants to go on an adventure. He needs a minder. If Andrew is in an established relationship he’s less likely to be a liability because his Alice in Wonderland moments are going to be focused entirely on his partner (and Ominis will remain unaccosted).

Andrew sways between having a good memory for his antics and remembering absolutely nada, sometimes in the same night. Parts of the evening will be clear as day, and parts will be obscured completely. He doesn’t tend to feel too embarrassed for himself, but more for others because it’s a guarantee someone else is going to have done something worse.

Natsai Onai

Even hammered, Natty is the mum friend. She’s the one making sure everyone drinks water in between their booze-infused bevvies, helping people up if they fall over, cleaning up puke and intervening in any brewing fights. Left to her own devices when no one needs her help, she’s sneakily encouraging Garreth to sing rude, memorable shanties, Poppy to climb the walls and jump on people, and Sebastian to run around the garden in the buff because if he doesn’t then Leander will. A master of planting ideas in drunk people’s heads, she usually makes sure things don’t go too far while masterminding entertainment for everyone involved. If Natty is in an established relationship, she’ll still be doing all of the above, but her partner needs to steer her more into the ‘having fun’ side of things so people don’t come to rely on her too much.

She’s got a reasonable memory for drunk happenings, but as she usually doesn’t embarrass herself, she’s pretty good to go the morning after. That said, if Natty does something embarrassing, she goes the whole hog, like the time she got stuck on the roof with only a tea towel for cover. That gets brought up a lot, and she wants to sink into the ground every time it does.

Poppy Sweeting

If you thought Poppy was a nutter beforehand, just wait until she’s got some beers in her. Poppy will be the first to try swinging from the chandelier, the first to encourage everyone to do shots, the first to run around the room with her shirt off, the real life and soul of the party. Once she’s drunk, she’s feral, and will climb over everyone and everything. Once she’s spent her boundless energy, she becomes incredibly cuddly, and if she chooses you to cuddle good luck getting her off you. Regardless of who you’re both respectively dating, you may find yourself going home with Poppy and her partner if the two of you aren’t together and she chooses you to snuggle. It’s not that she’s trying to get you in bed, she just loves cuddles and you smell safe.

She remembers nothing. Absolutely zilch once her blood alcohol level reaches a certain point. No embarrassment either, no matter what she did, she’s just happy everyone had fun.

Imelda Reyes

Competitive as ever, Imelda will likely be challenging people to drinking competitions (and usually Leander’s the only one to take her up on it, most people know better). Imelda has the blood of a Scot (and likely a Viking too) so she can outdrink almost everyone with relative ease. That said, once she’s drunk, she’s drunk. Swaying all over the place, her accent almost incomprehensible, and prone to getting into fights, Imelda is either the worst person to drink with, or the best. If she decides she’s looking after you that night, you’ll not have to worry about a thing, this girl would fight off a dragon for you. If you want to do something, whether it’s playing a certain game, talking to a certain someone, or just chilling outside for a bit, Imelda will make it happen. If you’re not the Chosen One, you can expect things to be very chaotic around Imelda when she gets cunted. If Imelda has a partner, her Chosen One will always be them.

Imelda’s memory is crystal, and no matter what she did, she feels no shame. Why would she? She was only looking out for her bestie or lover, and if someone got offended over that, well then that’s their problem. She’s not responsible for other people’s emotional reactions, after all.

Duncan Hobhouse

Will boast about being able to outdrink Imelda, then throw up and pass out after two butterbeers. Best to move him outside, because he’s going to shit his pants.

Masterlist

[lara-de-saintgermain]

Did you miss shirtless Seb? Because I did 🔥🪭

[5sospenguinqueen]

(Ominis enjoying his peace in the library. MC and Sebastian approach covered in burn marks and mud.)

Sebastian: We have a problem.

Ominis: Would hexing you solve this problem?

MC: No?

Ominis: Then go away.

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hey, I'm pretty sure that this was asked before, but I can't find the post.

What if MC died in the repository instead of professor Fig?

(I'm sorry, but I'm in an angsty mood)

I love your posts, and thanks

A/N: I do have vague recollection of answering a similar prompt once upon a time, but nothing wrong with a reprisal!

HLC REACT TO MC DYING IN THE REPOSITORY

WARNING: angst, death, grief

Dark ancient magic flew violently through the air around MC. The whirlwind of human agony consumed them as they released silver blue light from their wand. The magic thrashed and roared as MC expelled more and more effort to contain the chaos. Cracks started to form along the length of their wand.

Time slowed for them. MC could see Fig's silhouette just beyond the veil. The hundreds of young souls above them weighed heavy on their conscience. If they can't do this, everyone will die. They had to use all of it.

MC closed their eyes and whispered their goodbye. A light even brighter than the one from their wand emerged from their chest. The ancient magic within them burst forth with the fury of dragonfire. The silver light merged with the darkness, and as quickly as it had appeared, the magic vanished.

MC was gone. Their broken wand was all that remained.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He has officially lost everything. After losing his uncle, Anne, Ominis, and MC all at once, he's cracking. They can't be gone. Not them. They were too powerful to just vanish. He just has to find them. Yes. That's what he needs to do. He leaves Hogwarts. He MUST find them. Then Anne will see. Then Ominis will know. What he did was worth it.

OMINIS GAUNT: He rarely speaks anymore. The silence in his life has become so oppressive it took his own voice. The good life he thought he had was nice while it lasted, but now it's all come apart. It's only a matter of time before he loses Anne too, and when that happens...he doesn't know what he's going to do with himself.

ANNE SALLOW: She doesn't know how to feel about MC's death. On the one hand, they were trying to be a good friend to her and her brother but on the other...they also enabled Sebastian in his treachery. She's so very tired of the pain. She just wants to go to sleep.

IMELDA REYES: Well, damn. Mc was the closest thing to a friend she had in years. Someone competitive but friendly and fun to have around. They could dish out as much sass as she could, and she respected them for it. She cries a little at the end of year feast.

NATSAI ONAI: She should have been there. She could've done something! Why didn't they tell her!? She would've had their back! She....she...she breaks down into sobs so intense, even her mother can't comfort her. Her best friend was dead. Her heart was shattered and it would never be whole again without MC.

GARRETH WEASLEY: What? No. Nonono. Not them. That's impossible. They couldn't be dead. They're too strong to be.... He's in denial all the way until the MC's memorial service at the end of year feast. Then he breaks down. A bit of his fire died with MC.

LEANDER PREWETT: He wasn't super close to them, but he was still quite fond of them. They were a real friend. He hopes they're at peace and raises a goblet in their honor.

AMIT THAKKAR: He feels cold and numb all at once when he hears the news that MC died in the attack. He'd grown to care about them. He cursed himself for not spending more time with them when they were around.

EVERETT CLOPTON: He and MC didn't talk much outside of flying class but he had liked them. It was a shame he didn't get to know them more. He doesn't feel like eating when the feast is presented.

POPPY SWEETING: She hadn't cried this much since she left her parents. She finally made a friend, and just like that, they were gone. She doesn't know if she could make another friend again if she wanted to. Was she just doomed to lose every human connection she made?

ELEAZAR FIG: He wholeheartedly and inconsolably blames himself. Even if this fate couldn't be avoided, why did they have to die so young? He can't stand to hear the words "ancient" and "magic" in the same sentence at the same time anymore. It sends him into a dissociative trauma spiral.

He finds MC's wand. It's snapped in the middle with bits of wood frayed outward like the very core of the wand exploded. The two pieces are held together by the slightest sliver of wood.

He retires from teaching at Hogwarts. He doesn't trust himself with the care of students anymore. He doesn't trust his own judgment. He's tortured every night by the survivor's guilt taunting him that he should have done more. He should have protected them. He shouldn't have let them go as far as they did. They weren't ready. They couldn't handle the power they were forced to control. It takes everything in him to not attempt to destroy the map room with the portraits of the Keepers. He just leaves.

But every once in a while... On quiet moonless nights.... When he sees MC's wand displayed with Miriam's, he hears a whisper. A quiet breathy whisper that he could swear on his life sounds like MC. He chalks it up to the fact that he could be going mad from grief, but it's still strikes him as strange... If he looked at the wand hard enough... He could swear he sees a blue glow...

[shadesofgaunt]

[choco-froggie]

10 years later - Ominis

~Modern AU~ Early morning sunbathing in Southern France

I like to think that Ominis hates cold and humid weather and took the first opportunity to escape his family by flying away to Southern France.

As a member of a posh family, he’d have learnt French, so it would have not been too hard to blend in.

He would live a simple life, close to Muggles. No children of his own, but he’d gladly take a fatherly role if his partner is a single parent.

—————

I really struggle with drawing characters, I feel like there’s a lot lacking. I’ll keep working on it !

I love the plants though, it was my first time focusing on that and it was much funnier than I expected.

[the-ozzie]

Flower crowns

Featuring the lovely Noelle ( @noelles-legacy ‘s mc) A little continuation of their super cute comic they made!! Hope I did noelle justice!

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Personal and most likely unpopular opinions:

- Sebastian Sallow is a walking red flag (maybe I will write a complete essay about it lol) and I don't like him at all. And not only a bad friend to us, but especially to Ominis!

- Even if my absolute ship is MC x Poppy, I don't understand why Natty is so underrated and why people prefer Seb.

- Poppy's quests are the absolute best. No further comments.

- Amit Thakkar is a cutie! And Sirona Ryan is a badass! They both deserve more appreciation!

- Ruth Singer is sus AF

- And now the most unpopular ship ever. Imelda x Poppy? Lovely. Imelda x MC? Also lovely. Imelda x Garreth? Cute. But what about... Imelda x Natty? I don't know why, they remind me of Nadine and Chloe of the Uncharted series and I find them lovely together! Also, Imelda is a bottom!

Thanks for coming to my HL Ted Talk. And remember, they're just my personal opinions!

[marketfreshfics]

Poem request just for Ominis? No MC, no other characters, just him? Idlove something melancholy.

A burden rests upon a soul wrought and weary, the weight of history bearing down. Endured in quiet agony, a profound legacy is left behind, and my hands are pried open to reclaim.

The significance of it all…

It is where webbed truths remain veiled in shadows, catching stray hopes, preying on promises.

And with the familial bond bared, I am an oversight, deemed over sight, haze so profound, so permanent.

This reality is rooted firmly in tragedy and all that it has toiled.

Thoughts dwell in the depths, where whispers long to linger, embracing my deepest fears with a tender touch that unveils vulnerability amidst villains.

Dark inheritance mars the days past and present, with future on the cusp;

I grapple with the foreshadowing, the black clouds, the miasma that threatens to engulf, encroaching.

But it is overcast; caught in limbo of what was, what is, what could be. Freedom eludes me. Liberation, lies. Escape, forbids.

These shadows entwine, tendrils delicately woven through my veins.

A stagnant inheritance of sorrow. Gold with the tarnish of ash. A kingdom’s throne of thorns.

Enveloped in contemplation, I delve to uncharted territories of my being.

These lungs crave a mere respite of radiance, capable of piercing the unwavering void.

And in isolation, a fragile flicker moves within, celebrating defiance of the oppressive darkness.

To escape this prison constructed by kin, to let my blood, to wash it clean, such filth in purity;

The irony is not lost on me. I beg, sanctuary. I remain, all-seeing.

I have seen… enough.

Track cover: @starrysallow

[madebythe0cean]

How HL boys cuddle/hug

+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+

Sebastian:

✭ ever since his parents death and Anne getting cursed he’s not had a lot of physical affection (other than Ominis)

✭ so when you get into a relationship (and even before) he subconsciously gravitates toward holding your hand,hanging his arm I’ve your shoulders etc

✭ needless to say that when you introduced him to cuddling he was literally hooked.good luck removing him you’ve got yourself a human sized barnacle

✭ Even if your in another house you can’t escape his affection now you’ve opened Pandora’s box.he’ll often have you sit at the Slytherin table just so he can rest his head on your shoulder or vice versa.

✭ Do not and I repeat.DO NOT try and leave if he’s fallen asleep.you will have a very grumpy looking cat boyfriend hugging you from behind before you can even get to the door.expect his grip to be even tighter once you lay back down

✭ When it comes to position he’s very versatile.Spooning,face to face,tangle of limbs it don’t matter to him.the thing he craves most is the physical comfort of your presence

✭ He loves being little spoon,the feeling of someone’s warmth encompassing him makes him feel less alone.while your arm loops under his arm he holds it close to his chest with his hand intertwined with yours,holding it to his lips

✭ If he’s the one doing the spooning he adores nuzzling his face into your shoulder and neck.one arm wraps around your stomach and hold you close while other lays over your chest letting him pull you close to shove his face into your neck even more

✭ Obviously he can’t hug you 24/7 must to his chagrin so he settles for passing hugs whenever he sees you.his hugs are just the warmest things.like coming in from being in the snow and wrapping a blanket around yourself with a warm drink.he’s firm but still somehow so soft that you could just stand there and melt into the embrace

✭ It’s hell during summer.he’d rather melt then go without cuddles

+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+*━━━*+:★:+

Ominis:

✭ Now unlike Sebastian,Ominis never really had any positive association with physical contact.the closest he had was Aunt Noctua but we all know her fate

✭ Now that’s not to say once he went to Hogwarts as a 1st year and was basically adopted by Sebastian and Anne that he wasn’t given affection but they understood his lack of knowledge with such activities

✭ When he was a child,before he got his wand,he was truly blind.Fearfully shuffling forward with outstretched hands constantly waiting for one of his brothers to cruelly jump at him.Once he got his wand he felt like he was on top of the world

✭ he never had to rely on someone to guide him.So once he gained his eyes in a sense his encounters with touch lessened even more

✭ So when you came along with all your fleeting touches and gentle hands he’s was thrown thoroughly off guard

✭ More so because he found that he didn’t mind the touches.they left a pleasant tingle and fading warmth that he slowly but surly became addicted to

✭ Once you tell him about cuddling he was hesitant but secretly very curious

✭ The fist time you properly Cuddled was of course in the undercroft.you had transfigured a large sofa to settle on while you and he did your homework (with him complaining about potions class)

✭ You had suggested that you could take a break and cuddle.he was very nervous and fidgety but within minutes on laying his head on your chest he was in heaven

✭ He runs cold.No matter the heat he somehow stays ice cold it’s low-key concerning.but my god is it a blessing in the summer (just make sure to wear a good jumper in the winter lest you freeze)

✭ He prefers to be either on top or both on your sides when cuddling.He particularly loves the Shingles position,your head on his shoulder with his arm around your shoulder.he doesn’t feel suffocated or trapped but still has plenty of contact so he can feel your presence.

✭ He loves laying on top of you with your arm over his back and other hand in his hair.He’s literally a cat,I don’t make the rules we’ve all seen him just sleeping in the halls

✭ The warmth you give off lulls him into such a state of calm he often falls asleep .like I said,cat.

✭ He’s thin and boney but not pointy.since arriving at Hogwarts he’s filled out his thin frame (Anne would literally add more food to his plate worried about the way to small portion size he would serve himself) so his hugs are firm and chilly but there’s a distinct gentle feel about them that’s comforting

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Amit:

✭Baby boy.baby girl.sweet boy

✭ Now he’s quite a different story compared to our resident Slytherins

✭ He had many brothers and sister and being the youngest of the littler he was spoiled for attention

✭ Moving to Hogwarts was a big and difficult adjustment for the star loving Ravenclaw.he went from a school of familiar faces and home full of people to a unfamiliar place with to recognisable faces

✭ Now even in India he learnt English but would often speak Hindi at home but here? There were little to no Hindi speakers

✭ He found himself studying stars alone instead of socialising with his new classmates.

✭ But with you? The way you’d just listen to him ramble on and on about the stars and his aspirations? It felt like home,it felt less lonely

✭ He actually had a pile a blankets he kept in the astronomy tower for late night star watching,and you joined him often.it was nice retreat from your galavants around the highlands

✭ Your first cuddle was quite romantic honestly,wrapped in blankets while under a blanket of glinting stars.he’s a hopeless romantic at heart

✭ Your head on his shoulder and his on your head,arms closest to each other wrapped around the other back while your spare hands lay between the pair of you.clasped together with your thumb running over the back of hand,his eyes closed and content

✭ It was a small detail but you noted that his hand was somewhat dry and slightly calloused.literally from his extensive time out in the cold air and constant turning of well loved parchment of his beloved books

✭ His hugs are akin to a nice cold glass of water on a hot day.like you’ve just found solace under the shade and the warm air cools as your thirst is satisfied with that cold fresh water.his hugs are like a relief from the hard day

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Garreth:

✭ Listen,we all know the Weasleys.Their a big family of fiery red heads

✭ His family is big on emotional availability.He doesn’t actually live far from his family he can easily visit over holidays.

✭ He’s never gone without physical contact in his life,even in his friendships he’s very affectionate (Leander will neve admit it but the unexpected hugs are nice)

✭ Even before you started dating he was touchy though he won’t go beyond your boundaries.his mama raised him good

✭ This boy is similar to Sebastian in a way,once you open the floodgates there’s no closing them.he sees you from across the hall? It’s on sight

✭ He had snuck you into the Griffindor common room (unless your also Griffindor) and he was already absentmindedly playing with your fingers as he rambled about his latest brilliant concoction (said concoction also turned poor Nellie redder than her uniform)

✭ It wasn’t even mentioned as you both found yourselves snuggling rather happily as he still rambled.he laid back against the arm rest with your head resting on your folded arms that lay laid on his chest.absolutely smitten with his passionate expression.

✭ You stared at his freckles,internally connecting them together as his voice became a distant buzz.His green eyes had a pure shine as he spoke,a testament to his ambition and dedication to his brews.

✭ He truly does not care how you cuddle as long as your cuddling he’s more content than a freshly groomed puffskein

✭ His hugs are sweet.he’s smells sweet to,it’s odd but welcoming.his hugs are like that meal you’ remember as child,it’s filling and warm.it’s brings you to a place of safely and belonging.his hugs make you feel complete