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seb x fem!reader (you are married in this one <3)
Sebastian had always been observant when it came to you. Ever since your friendship with him and eventually getting married to your very own best friend for about 6 years now, he was always casually observing you and your body language. You never had to say anything for him to do things for you. Endearing and a habit of his made your poor little heart fall for him even more.
He had hair ties tucked within his pocket, an extra handkerchief in case you forgot yours, and a hand to assist the trail of your dress whenever it seems to be positioned to be a hindrance in your steps. Ominis often teased you both; How Sebastian always seems to project you to perfection by always sticking close and assisting you in whatever you need.
Sebastian only laughed and proudly acknowledged for being too ‘whipped’ for his wife. You felt warmth bloom into your chest.
This goes without saying that Sebastian was a marvel in your bad days. All it took was a look and he was already on his feet and pulling you into his arms. You wonder what kind of endangered world you saved from your past life for you to be gifted with such a person so in tune with your whole mind and body.
You honestly felt like he was way out of your league but his praises of your beauty, skills, and talents washed away those lingering thoughts of self-doubt. You were his and he was yours and he loved being the reason for your smiles and laughter in all the days that he woke up beside you.
In short, the man absolutely loved taking care of you. Physically, mentally and in more ways than one.
It’s been hours and you don’t know how long you can endure him. Naked physique laying listless on the bed from the number of orgasms, you stare hazily at the man above you whose eyes seem to overflow with love and desire. It was a cold Saturday night and the fire from the hearth seemed to only add on to the heat shared between your bodies.
“Still there, pretty girl?” He asks with a soft voice. He gently caresses your face. Your body responds to his touch as you lean your cheek against the palm of his hand. Today had been a stressful day. Sebastian knew the moment you stepped inside the humble abode of your home that you needed him and so he went.
You clung like a child in need of affection. Gripping his arms like you haven’t seen him in months. Sebastian only cradles you close as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
“I’ll take care of you.” His promise lingers into the air and within a few hours, he kept his word. You were distracted and engulfed in the essence of Sebastian Sallow. A presence you warmly welcomed anytime.
He hears your whines of need despite being riddled with oversensitivity. He smiles down fondly at you, the muscles in his arms flexing as he leans down to pull you into another kiss. His cock is still inside you albeit softened from his previous orgasm. You feel his release leak out as he slowly grinds against you, further extending each other’s pleasure.
“You did so good, little dove.” He whispers against your lips with a smile. You only looked up with half-lidded eyes, distracted by the moving length inside you. He feels your body flinch and hears a squeak of a moan escape your lips as he hits an overstimulated spot within your walls.
“S-Seb– S’too much,” You whine as your fingers claw at his arms. You seem to be in a daze as Sebastian pulls away to assess the state of your being. You were still clearly in your subspace, judging from how you pulled him closer, the incoherent babbling of words, and the dazed look on your face.
Your husband knew better than to allow another round to start. With a strong arm wrapping under the small of your back and gripping the side of your waist, he hoists you up from the bed and into his lap. The motion causes you to moan loudly as his length pushes deeper into you.
The brunette smiles as you let out soft whines, arms wrapping around his neck as you pepper gentle kisses all over his cheek, neck, and jaw. He feels your hips grinding against his length, stimulating it enough to incite pleasure but not enough to result in another throe of passion. He allows it for now.
“Baby,” He mumbles, hands moving up to move your hair from your face. He cups your cheeks with one hand, chuckling as a pout forms with how your cheeks squished up within his grasp. He drops a wet kiss against your swollen red lips. You moan in response as you grip his wrist softly. “We need to get you cleaned up.”
His hands move down to settle on your hips, stilling you on his lap as he prevents you from moving. Your head plops down on his chest, arms encircling his lean waist. Sebastian could almost coo at how adorable you were. With a hoist of his arms, his length slips from your pussy as he stands up from the bed. You whine at the loss of his length filling you up and within seconds, you feel his release leak down from your entrance.
He walks with purpose, one arm holding you up and close against him while the other grabs at your essentials needed for a bath. You dazed off into his shoulder as you let him do whatever he needed to do. You suppose the amount of physical training he endured to become an Auror, eventually paid off judging from how he effortlessly carried you in his arms. The results definitely showed from his leaner physique.
You feel yourself getting lowered into the bathtub and warm water engulfs you in an instant. It was enough to keep you distracted from Sebastian’s missing presence but the addition of another body within the confined space allows you to sigh in relief. He pulls you close with an arm around your waist as he begins to clean you with gentle movements.
His fingers delve into sore spots– thumb rubbing the skin in concise movements as you allow the massage to ease the tension in your body. The sweat and ick from earlier activities eventually disappeared from your body as the water’s warmth washed them away. You feel sleep eventually knocking on your bones.
“So fucking adorable,” Sebastian mutters to himself as he grips your chin in his hand, your head resting back on his shoulder. He chuckles, placing chaste kisses on your lips. You eventually had to gently push him away as it had pulled you from your short slumber.
“Sebastian,” You call out to your husband as he carries you once again in his arms, gently putting you down on the floor as he pats you dry with a towel. You steady yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he wipes your legs and thighs.
“Yes, my love?” He replies offhandedly as he makes sure to dry you up before moving up to your hair. He stops to stare at your face riddled with sleep before grinning widely as he pulls you again to place a firm kiss on your lips. You whine at the abrupt gesture.
“S-stop– Mmph!” You’re unable to deflect his onslaught attack of kisses. He seems to enjoy the annoyed look on your face before pulling away as you stumble in his grasp. He watches with amusement as you blink sleepily, eyebrows furrowed before pouting.
“I’m sorry, darling. You were too adorable not to kiss.” He cooed, placing a peck on your pouted lips before inhaling your scent from the safety of the crook of your neck.
“Annoying.” You mumble, eyes drooping. The brunette laughs at your remark before he continues to dry you off. He then dries himself before grabbing a fresh set of clothes. He dresses you first with a shirt, too large for your form (obviously his). He assists in putting it on before dressing himself.
He then grabs your hairbrush and carefully combs your hair, gently pulling the strands with the bristles of your brush. There was something in the domesticity of the sight in front of you reflected by the mirror that stirs a range of emotions in your heart. The day started off bad and ended wonderfully with the care of your husband. You can’t help but smile as your eyes meet one another in the mirror.
He grins cheekily before pecking your cheek. You love this man.
He casts a wind spell to dry both of your hair before the man carries you once more to your bedroom. Sebastian stops in his steps as he looks at the bed, his nose scrunching at the mess. He kisses your forehead as he places you down to sit on one of the chairs near the fireplace.
“I’ll just fix the bed, darling. A fresh pair of lines are needed, I’m afraid.” He quips as he notices your apprehensiveness in letting him leave your side. Eventually, you allow him to rearrange the bed. You watch with calm interest as he pulls off the bed sheets stained with fluids you were far too sleepy to remember. Your eyes follow his precise movements as he grabs another set of fresh sheets from the cabinet. Love overflows your chest at the sight of your husband who seemed hellbent on not allowing you to move a single muscle.
“Like the view?” He pulls you from your reverie as he wiggles his eyebrows in the midst of pulling the sheet under the last corner of the mattress. You roll your eyes at him as he seemed to be in a jolly mood despite cumming at least 3 times inside you. The man had incredible stamina.
“Just do your work, Mr. Sallow.” You croak in an attempt to tease him back. A cough escapes your throat as the exhaustion and sleepiness had taken a toll on your body. Sebastian notices, of course, and with a wave of his wand, a pitcher of water levitates from the table in front of you and pours a glass of water. You accept the drink as it floats toward you. You give him a look of appreciation as he seemed to only smile in return.
By the time you’re done drinking, the bed had already been made and your husband is already walking towards you. You glance up at him as he leans down to place his hands on the armrest on both sides.
“Ready to rest, my wife?” He mutters, faces close to yours. You hum in agreement, your arms encircling his neck as reaches down to pull you up into his arms. He carries you over and settles you down on the soft and warm feeling of fresh linen. You immediately feel the gentle lull of sleep overcoming your senses.
The sounds seem to tune out as your eyes gaze over your husband’s very being. He moves with gentle motions, his rough callous hands hardened from battles that feel so different against your skin. Your eyes move up to his face, admiring the constellation of freckles that you’re sure not only litter his soft cheeks but also the body of the man you’ve come to know and love.
Sebastian Sallow was a marvel and a blessing that you’re continuously grateful for. From the times he saved you from danger to that wandering hand of his, that seemed to always dust off any speck of dust from your figure or tuck any wandering hair from your styled locks.
Your heart overflows with love whenever your eyes meet the familiar pools of brown that always seem to light up at your very presence.
You love him, dearly.
And so you call out to him, hand reaching out in need of his presence. He’s busy tucking you comfortably underneath the blanket before noticing your flushed face contorted into a look of desperation and need. He smiles softly as he delves in your arms, pulling you close as he presses soft kisses against your temple.
“I’m here, my love. No need to fret.” He whispers in a calm voice. His weight gently pins you down against the bed while the two of you bask in the night’s silence.
“I love you.” You whisper against his ear, voice slightly breaking from the adoration you have for your husband. His grip around your frame grows tighter.
“The things you do to me, love. You should be sent to Azkaban.” He jests with a laugh before pressing another kiss to your cheek. You whine in response, arms pulling him close.
With how tight you’re clinging onto him, it’s a surprise that he was even able to pull himself slightly from your grasp. With only a few centimeters between each other’s faces, Sebastian tucks a stray curl framing your face back into the safety of your ear. He smiles with fondness emanating from the gentle glow of his turned lips. The backs of his fingers gently caress your cheeks as his eyes seem to trace over your features. You would normally be flustered by his blatant staring but you were far too distracted by his looks to even care.
“Hi.” He mumbles, teeth showing as he grins.
“Hi.” You respond softly as he leans close to rub his nose against yours. The two of you giggle at the gesture before he moves back once more to admire you.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, eyes locked onto yours as his hand caresses the side of your head. You hum in thought.
“Better.” You blink slowly as a smile graces your features. “Thank you, ma chérie.”
Sebastian nods in understanding before moving up to place a soft kiss on your forehead. He pulls away to sit up on the edge of the bed beside you.
“Merci, mon amour.” He responds smoothly to your endearment. A grin graces your lips as you watch him stand up from your side of the bed before walking over to his. With a raise of the blanket, he slides in beside you.
Within the speed of light, your body moves to cling to him. You couldn’t possibly sleep tonight without having your emotional support of a husband within your arms. He laughs at your adorable nature, pulling you close as your bodies fit one another like a glove. You tuck your head against the crook of his neck while his chin gently taps the top of your head.
You hear the gentle wisp of the wind outside and the crackle of the fire from your fireplace. You feel the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the small of your back and his breath brushing the strands of your hair on top of your head. You feel his warmth encompassing yours and the rise and fall of his chest.. The blanket on top barely does any work in keeping you warm and yet you feel perfectly fine and warmed up in his arms.
Every night, you feel and see everything about Sebastian Sallow. His addicting scent of wood and musk, the feeling of his callous fingers against yours, and the deep baritone of his voice. Your mind always seems to make its home into the thoughts and memories of the brunette beside you. It seems as if your mind had already marked him as your safe haven.
You desire to be a part of his very being. To be intertwined in his fate here and thereafter. Longing to continuously be the foremost thought in his mind. You know that this might be selfish of you but you know that Sebastian’s the same way about you as you are to him.
The man worships you. He praises the ground you walk on and sing at your very presence. Like a moth to a flame, he can’t help but fall into the pits of your darkness with you and somehow despite all that you’ve been through together, he follows you into the light as well. He'll follow you everywhere and vice versa.
A perfect pair. That’s what others often called you both. Normally, you’d brush off those comments but out of all the things said about you, this one you agree with the most.
You both crave each other at any time or minute of the day. Some may call it overbearing but being with Sebastian never bothered you. You both still respected each other’s time and space but overall, you were stuck to each other’s hip.
You faintly hear Imelda’s groans of disgust at the back of your head, claiming how you both couldn’t live a day away from each other and if you had spent one more hour with each other, she'd bet her broom you'd both merge into one person already. Natty opposes, claiming that it was adorable and that Imelda should just mind her own business. The former Slytherin didn’t take that quite nicely.
A giggle erupts from your lips at the thought which prompted a curious hum from your husband. “Preoccupied aren’t we?”
You shake your head, placing a peck on his neck. “Sorry, I just thought of something funny.”
He chuckles. “Is that so? Well, I hope it isn’t me.”
You decide to tease him as you stay silent in response. The man above you pinches your side at your teasing, causing you to squeak at the sudden infliction of pain. He laughs at your reaction before your palm slaps his arm in retaliation.
“That hurt!” You whine as your arm returns on his waist, hugging him close. A few giggles escape his lips.
“Aw, poor baby.” He mocks affectionately as he runs his fingers through your hair before placing a kiss on top of your head.
Silence lapses between the two of you before you hear his voice once more. " I wasn't able to say this earlier but there will be better days, my love. And with every bad day that comes your way, I'll be here to make it better."
You fall silent then your head moves away from the crook of his neck. Suddenly, you're met with warmth as he peers down at you with those brown pools of his. Your hand reaches out to cup his face and the familiar dimple appears on his cheek as a smile erupts from his face by your touch.
Gods, he was beautiful.
"Also, I love you too." He hums before leaning down to place his forehead against yours. Your eyes never leave him as you allow this moment to swallow you whole. His skin against yours, his breath brushing against your cheek and his eyes locked on you. You don't know how much you've repeated this in your head but you'd gladly do so for the man in front of you.
"I'm so fucking in love with you its not even funny." You mutter nonchalantly as you continue to caress his cheek with your thumb. Sebastian raises an eyebrow at your words.
"How … How is that even a funny situation?" A laugh slips from his lips that infects a smile on yours.
"I don't know. Imelda says your face is quite funny," You whisper in response, fingers running through his curls. "I agree… sometimes."
He gasps dramatically which prompts a giggle out of you. "Are you saying I have a laughable face? Your very own husband?"
He makes a point by grabbing your wrists and pulling them together to encase in one hand. "I'm sorry!"
"No take backs. Consider me offended and horrified." Sebastian dramatically replies before he delves down to shower you in kisses. Rather exaggerated actually. You squirm and squeal in his grasp as you try to avoid his affection.
"S-Seb!" You try to wiggle your wrist from his grasp. Curse his wicked strength for being able to easily manhandle you whenever he wants.
"I'll stop if you tell me I'm the most handsome face you ever saw in your whole entire life and that Imelda is just a bloody idiot who got hit too hard on the head by a bludger," He tilts his head in a teasing way, awaiting his request. "Also, a kiss."
"You can't have both, Sebastian." You retort, causing a pout to appear on his face.
"You're at my mercy, Mrs. Sallow. I suggest you fess up and give in, or else…" There's a warning tone evident in his voice which prompts a breathless laugh to erupt from your lips. You knew better than to fight against him in a situation like this. Last time you did, you ended up on the floor almost tickled to death.
"Please okay!— Y-You're the most handsome man I've ever seen and—" You lean your head to place a kiss on his lips. "There. Happy?"
He squints his eyes, humming suspiciously in thought. "You forgot the Imelda part."
"I'd get cursed if I said that. You know better than to say her name in vain." You place another kiss on his lips as compensation. It seems to have convinced your husband as he flopped on top of you.
"Alright. You gave me two kisses anyway." He mumbles on your chest like a child. There's a moment of reprieve before you feel hands wandering under your shirt. It creeps on your stomach before nestling on your ribs, close to the underside of your breasts.
"Seb." You whine as you feel his teasing touch. "Are you trying to even make me go to sleep?"
The man above you chortles before replying. "I can't help it. Your boobs are right in front of me."
You snort at his boyish thoughts before grabbing his wrist and moving it up to rest his palm on your naked chest. He hums in satisfaction as his palm moves in squeezing motions, reveling at the soft plush of skin within his hands.
"Is this your version of destressing?" You jokingly ask, voice laced with sleep. His fingers gently rub your nipple before gently squeezing the fat of flesh in his grasp. It pulls a sigh out of you.
"Yeah." He mumbles, distracted. Despite stimulating you once more, it feels oddly calming and even begins to lull you back into the warm void of slumber.
His free hand moves the hem of your shirt up, freeing one breast as his other hand continues to grope the other. Your eyes meet one another as he looks up for consent. Your hand moves up to entangle in his curls before you gently move his head to where you want it to be.
His mouth encloses your nipple, sucking the nub while he continues to provide gentle squeezes on your other. You let him suckle on your breast while your fingers twirl his curls.
"You're so pretty." He mumbles against your nipple as he gives it kitten licks before putting it back in his mouth. You let out a quiet moan before closing your eyes as you allow the stimulation to lull you back to sleep.
Sebastian notices your tired state, not stopping his gentle attacks on your breasts. Your hand seems to hold him still against your chest while he continues to suckle on your nipple like a babe.
"Sleep," He mumbles. Your eyes softly blink open. He pulls away and you shiver as the cold air hits your wet nipple. His other hand continues its mission with your other breast.
"Stay with me." You mutter, allowing one last look at him as he moves your shirt up to your clavicle. A handsome smirk graces his features as he moves back down to continue his ministrations.
"Don't worry, darling." He replies, blowing down on your hardened nubs. You shiver before a soft sigh escapes your lips. "I'll make sure you're well rested."
Then his lips wrap against your nipple once more, face tucked into your mounds. You watch as he busies himself with you as the stimulation further drags you down to the depths of deep slumber.
You watch as his face flushes and his eyes close whilst suckling on the soft flesh of your chest. As you make gentle motions on his curls, you heave a sigh of pleasure before slumber completely pulls you down under.
Sebastian feels your breath even out before pulling away from your swollen nipples and gently rearranging your shirt. The nubs peek out from the thin material and he makes a move to press a kiss on the protruding nipples.
He moves up to brush any stray hair that fell from your face before placing one last kiss on your forehead. He smiles fondly. "Sleep well, my love."
And just as before, he pulls you in his arms and engulfs you in the familiar warmth you've come to know and love.
The gentle crackling of the fire, the sounds of the night outside your window and the sound of breaths evening out from sleep was all that could be heard in the room.
Everything was just perfect.
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Thunder - Ominis x FemReader
Summary: During a frightful storm, she comforts Ominis - despite feeling unworthy of such affections.
Word Count: ~1,200 words
Warnings: Hella fluffy
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A clap of thunder startles her from her slumber. She blinks several times and winces when a bright light floods the room. Rain pelts against the window and the smell of a summer storm penetrates through the fresh linens surrounding her. Shoving her face into her pillow, she attempts to slip back to sleep. Another roar of thunder rattles the windows and sends her heart from a calm rhythm to a rapid beat. She frowns, the warmth and weight of Ominis wrapped around her noticeably absent. Half-asleep, she rolls over to reach for him, her hand drifting across the cool blanket to his arm. He gasps at her touch and she’s fully awake from the startled noise.
Through the flashing lights, she sees his hands gripping the sheets, his body far too rigid and trembling with each thunderous rumble, and his jaw clenched tightly shut.
“Ominis,” she says in a gentle voice while she moves closer to him.
“Yes?” The tension in his reply is palpable.
Slowly approaching him, she rests her hand on his cheek. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes squeezing shut and his brows furrowing. The thunder rattles his entire body, but his sealed mouth refuses to let out a whimper.
“I’m fine,” he whispers through clenched teeth. “Go back to sleep. Please.”
She frowns, moving her hand down to his shoulder furthest from her then tugging on him to roll towards her. His hand flies up to snatch her wrist - his breath leaving hard through his nose.
“I don’t need your pity.”
She squeezes his shoulder, “I know, darling. I just want to be close to you. Please?”
His brows twist up into an anguished expression then his head turns toward her, lightning illuminating his features. With another clap of thunder, he finally rolls himself onto her chest. She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him, holding him tightly against her. Covering his ear, she presses his head into her. She cards her fingers through his hair - placing soft kisses on the top of his head - while her other hand clutches onto his side to keep him from leaving her embrace again.
The thunder roars again, and his hands find purchase onto her night clothes. His hot breaths come out heavy and shaky against the flesh of her neck, sending chills down her spine. He trembles with every lull, then jolts when the thunder echoes into the room. With her nose buried in his soft hair, she catches the scent of his earthy-arborary soap. Despite his shivering, he’s so warm against her.
Her voice barely above a whisper over the downpour of rain, she confides, “When I was younger, my father taught me a trick to time the storm. So I would know if it was getting closer or further away. When the lightning would flash, we would count together.”
She taps his shoulder once the room lights up and says, “One… Two… Three… Four…,”
Thunder crackles and he lets out a breath.
She taps his shoulder again, “One… Two… Three…,”
Another clap of thunder and he digs himself into the crook of her neck.
“Count with me, Ominis,” she whispers, tapping his shoulder. “One…,”
“Two…,” he whispers.
“Three…,” they say in unison then they’re answered with a rolling wave of thunder.
His body relaxes with each tap, and they count together until the pauses between lightning and thunder narrows down to two.
“It’s getting closer,” she observes.
She feels his frown etching into her skin, and it hurts her to feel him so distressed.
“We’ll get through this,” she hugs him closer to her while he scoffs.
“You must think I’m so pathetic,” he hisses into her neck. “Some man I am. Can barely handle a thunderstorm without falling apart.”
She shushes him, kissing his forehead as she does, “No. No, my sweet. I’ve never been in a storm like this before either. I swear, if you weren’t here, I’d be a mess.”
His brows pinch, “You don’t need to lie for my sake. You can admit that I’m being utterly ridiculous.”
She taps his shoulder, holding him close to her just as the crack of thunder deafens them. He flinches then lets out a frustrated sigh.
“You shouldn’t have to do this,” he seethes. “Holding me like some child.”
“Ominis,” she says firmly. “I will not listen to you speak of yourself this way. You are not a burden - not to me. I don’t think any less of you. I only wish I could ease you more.”
He nuzzles into her neck with a soft whimper, “I… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just count with me, love. The storm will soon pass.”
As they count together, Ominis’ rigid body begins to relax with each distant rumble of thunder fading into the distance. The rain patters against the windows and Ominis has fully melted into her embrace - releasing his death-grip on her clothes to hold onto her arm instead. His thumb rubs up and down her forearm in deep thought while she continues to stroke his hair. A warm wetness stains her neck, and her heart twists when she realizes he’s been silently crying. She brushes his tears away from his cheek - his eyes squeezing shut from her tender caress.
“Storms don’t bother me,” he breaks the silence with his declaration. “I find them invigorating. It’s just… sometimes… They remind me of times when I was alone. Of being a scared little boy, helpless and confused as to why the entire world would suddenly become so loud.”
He grimaces, his nose scrunching up, as he spits out, “I hate being that little boy.”
As she imagines what it must’ve been like to be him - all alone in his room, crying for help that would never come - she nearly breaks into tears herself. She closes her eyes with a frown, resting her head on top of his. He lets out a shuddering, deep breath, squeezing her arm as he does.
“I’m so sorry, Ominis. I wish you never had to feel that way,” she whispers in a strained, shaky voice.
He smiles faintly against her neck, “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. In fact, you’ve only made it easier to deal with.”
His head turns up enough to face her with an earnest expression - his eyes akin to the bright stars in the night sky or the cool blue moon itself.
“Thank you,” he whispers, cupping her cheek to feel the contours of her face, “You are once again my solace in the storm.”
She giggles, kissing his forehead once more, “There’s my silver-tongued poet.”
He smiles fully at feeling her lips stretch under his palm and the corner of her eyes crinkling. Kissing her cheek, he goes back to nuzzling into the warmth of her neck.
She holds him tighter as she whispers, “I love you, Ominis.”
“And I love you,” he whispers back in a quiet, reverential tone. “More than you could possibly imagine.”
She listens as his breaths slow and his grip on her loosens. Looking down at him, she strokes his messy, blonde hair from his restful face. She smiles softly to herself at the faint smile tugging on his lips.
“You never have to brave the world alone any more. As I would hold you through any storm, my love,” she whispers, her voice a gentle murmur - like the soft caress of a summer breeze - as she cradles him close to her in a protective, warm embrace.
With her eyes growing heavy from his comforting hold and weight against her chest, she drifts back to her peaceful slumber.
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AN: we had a crazy series of thunderstorms a while back. like they were so wild and i was inspired to write this.
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Could you do an Ominis version of that fluff happy family fic? F!MC X Ominis?
Aww absolutely! Thank you for the Ask 💜
Ominis Gaunt x F!MC - fluff with a sprinkle of spice 💚🌶
Dawn was a mere whisper on the horizon when MC felt the mattress dip and creak as Ominis sat up and slid from the blankets. She turned and blinked in the gloom. "Everything alright?"
"Yes, don't worry," he said. He reached out for her, his hand brushing against her hip. "It's just Noctua, I will see to it, you go back to sleep."
She watched as her husband collected his wand from the bedside table and pulled on his bed robe before padding quietly from their bedroom to see to their daughter. She snuggled down under the blankets, the first pinch of autumn chill creeping into the room, but she couldn't slip back into sleep.
Pulling on her own robe, she moved quietly to the hall and down the stairs to get some water. On her way back she heard the murmuring of voices and paused on the landing to listen.
"Daddy, why can't you see me?" Noctua asked. "I can see you."
"My eyes do not work as yours do," he explained, softly. "I have never been able to see anything, but my wand helps me."
"It's your magic," she says back. MC hears Ominis' hum in agreement. "Will I have magic one day, like you and Mummy do?"
"You may, my love, you may," Ominis said. "But if you don't, it won't matter. You will still be my special little girl, with or without magic."
"Mummy said you see things with your hands," Noctua said. MC crept closer to peer through the door. Noctua was sitting cross legged on her bed, her cherub face framed by a tumble of white, blonde curls. She held out her little hands towards her Daddy. "I don't have eyes on my hands, Daddy. I can't see with them."
"Let me show you," Ominis said. He gently took Noctua's hands in his and put them against his cheeks. "Now, listen carefully. I want you to close your eyes and then feel Daddy's face with your hands. But, no peeking!"
"No peeking?" She pouted.
"Absolutely not," Ominis said. "Feel the shape of my face with your hands, no peeking, or the tickle monster will have to come out."
Noctua giggled and tugged on his hands. "No tickle monster!"
"Then no peeking," he said, smiling. "Right then, what can you feel?"
Noctua began to pat Ominis' face, up his cheeks to his eyes. She was doing as asked, no peeking, and her fingers were clumsy, poking him in the eye and almost up his nose. But Ominis let her explore, gentle words of encouragement whispered from his lips, and a guiding hand at her small wrist. MC smiled, watching them.
Noctua sighed and sat back. "Can I peek now?"
"Yes, and what was the verdict? Could you see my face with your hands?"
Her face screwed up in thought. "Its very bumpy, but soft," she said. He smiled and nodded. "Is that how you see Mummy?"
"It is," he said. "Mummy let me touch her face like that, long ago when we were both at Hogwarts. I knew right away she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. I didn't need my eyes to know that."
"Am I beautiful, Daddy? Do you want to see my face?" She asked. She took his hand and put it on her face. "I will help you. I am right here."
He chuckled and smoothed fingertips over her chubby cheeks and booped her little nose. She giggled. "You are so very beautiful, like Mummy, and I love you lots, more than Bertie Botts."
Her little mouth popped open. "But you love sweeties, Daddy."
"Not as much as I love you," he said, patting her hand. "Come now, are you going to snuggle up for some more sleep?"
"Only if you stay with me," she said firmly.
"Alright, my love, I will stay a while."
Ominis tucked Noctua into her blankets and MC slipped quietly back to her own bed, her heart swelling.
The first rays of sunlight were creeping under the curtain when Ominis returned. He slid under the blankets, seeking MC's warmth and she held his hand against her stomach, relishing the feel of him against her back. "Is Noctua alright?"
"Sound asleep again, although probably not for long," he murmured. His lips were trailing along her neck and MC gave a little sigh. "Time for Mummy to get some attention."
He shifted and the press of his arousal nudged her bottom. She rolled up against it and he groaned, his hand already tugging up her nightdress. She turned to face him, her hand slipping into the waistband of his pyjamas. "Someone is eager," he chuckled.
She smirked, her mouth claiming his greedily. "Mummy wants all the attention she can get before our sweet angel starts demanding her breakfast," she said, speaking into his mouth.
Ominis kissed her deeply, loving her teasing hands, pressing her thighs wider for him. "Hard and fast, then?" He lifted one eyebrow at her.
"The harder the better," she whispered. She bit down on his lower lip. His moan sent a shiver through her, and he shifted, pressing himself inside her, sinking deep. She arched, ready for him, and he did not disappoint.
They were a tangle of limbs, panting, MC's face flushed from their pleasure. She looked up at her husband kissing his mouth. "I love you," she said. "You and Noctua are my everything."
He smoothed her hair back from her face, his nose rubbing against hers. "Perhaps Nocuta would like a little brother or sister," he suggested.
"Another baby?" She asked. Ominis had been nervous about being a father, worried he would not be any good at it. But he had been amazing, his conversation earlier that morning confirming to MC what she already knew. "I think Noctua would love it."
"And you? Would you be alright with it?"
She took his face in her hands. "I would be honoured to give you another child," she said softly. "You're a good father, Ominis. Noctua adores you."
He flushed and held her close. She pressed soft kisses against his temple and down over his ear. She felt his smile against her skin. "Keep kissing me like that, and I will start the baby making process right now."
"What's stopping you?" She taunted.
A thud and the patter of small feet in the hall made them pause. He chuckled and kissed her nose. "Its your turn, Mummy."
MC laughed with him, sitting up and reaching for her robe. As much as she would love to go for a round two with her husband right now, she was happy to go and see to Noctua. MC wouldn't change anything about their life together. Not one thing.
....
Ominis Gaunt SFW - Volume 2
Second Volume for Ominis Gaunt x MC/Reader archive, this list is all SFW works. More volumes coming soon. Not seeing your fic here? Send me an ask/message with a link so I can get it added!
Oneshots
Favourite Constellation - @imagrindylow
Home Sweet Home - @msfantasy
I Am All Yours - @imagrindylow
i think he knows - @sallownights
Longing for Her - @msfantasy
Longing for Him - @msfantasy
my tears ricochet - @sallownights
Ominis's Family - @cranetreegang
Only in Dreams - @spaceyaceface
Perfect Imperfection - @quibbler-quirks
Poetic Misunderstanding - @fierymiasma
Ravenclaw MC - @blueraineshadows
Request happy fluffy family - @blueraineshadows
Right Direction - @spaceyaceface
-> One Day at a Time - @spaceyaceface
Sanctuary - @cuffmeinblack
Slytherin' Around - @darkwizardings
so this is how it's meant to feel? - @emptycauldron
Song of Crickets - @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog
Stickwitu - @msfantasy
Strained - @ravenelyx
Summer Letters - @cranetreegang
-> Summer Letters Pt 2 - @cranetreegang
Time Traveller - @msfantasy
The boggart in the tower - @cuffmeinblack
The Call of Adventure - @cranetreegang
-> And Adventure Answers - @cranetreegang
The Days that Follow - @emptycauldron
The end and the beginning - @cuffmeinblack
The Little Puffskein - @starcrossedslytherin
The Return - @cranetreegang
-> Waking Dreams - @cranetreegang
-> The Boggart - @cranetreegang
-> Tell Me, What Do You See Now? - @cranetreegang
The Polyjuice Ploy - @cranetreegang
The Scariest of the Gaunts - @emptycauldron
The Winter Ball - @cranetreegang
"There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." - @sebswebs
These little numbers - @shadowtriovibes
To be loved - @all-timelee
Unbreakable - @cranetreegang
Under the Rainfall, I See You - @cranetreegang
Unorthodox - @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog
-> Unorthodox Pt 2 - @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog
you and i'll be safe - @hufflepuffwitchhh
you kiss my face and we're both drunk - @hufflepuffwitchhh
Series
Betrothed to a Gaunt - @msfantasy
Safety - @spaceyaceface
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Parting Gift - @cuffmeinblack
Headcannons
Pregnancy Scare - @applinsandoranges

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First off I’d like to say your writing is so so good and you’re very talented! I would not be surprised if you’re a professional writer, it’s just that good!
If you’re comfortable with the topic can I request a fic with Seb and MC dealing with a pregnancy scare towards the end of 7th year? Her cycle is whack because of stress due to graduation, exams, worrying about a career, etc, and when she finally gets her a period weeks later they’re relieved at first but maybe also a little disappointed because they started to accept it? Like they haven’t thought about having a family together yet but now that she had a scare they realize they want it in the near future? Thank you so much!
Hello, sweet Anon!!
First, thank you for your incredibly kind words. I don't AT ALL deserve it, but I'm honored and flattered, and I really, really hope I did your request justice here. I deviated just a smidge from part of your ask, so I hope that's alright. This is TOOTH-ROTTING FLUFF, and I had a blast writing such a fun prompt. This was such a creative and lovely request. Please feel free to send me more - I adored this one.
TW: Pregnancy, pregnancy scare, non-explicit sexual content, language...
"More Than Anything"
"That's a rather odd combination for you, MC." Poppy said, marveling as she watched her friend slather strawberry jam over a mountain of hot bacon.
"It's actually quite good." MC said, shoveling in a mouthful of the sticky strips. "Smelled 'em this morning and simply couldn't help myself."
"Your appetite never ceases to amaze." Shaking her head, Poppy returned to her own plate.
Seventh year had been a whirlwind so far. N.E.W.T. preparations being the source of many students' distress, MC was certainly not immune to the anxieties of studying. Give her an Ashwinder camp or a goblin rebellion any day. These exams would determine her future - a future that was approaching at break-neck speed.
It may not have been so bad if she had even an inkling of what she wanted to do when she graduated - besides remain with Sebastian. He was the only thing she had ever been certain of, but even he seemed to have his whole life planned out.
With plans to take over Fig's still-vacant position after graduation, Sebastian remained laser-focused on his studies. She had no doubt in her mind that he would achieve his goal, but when he continuously pressed her for where she wanted to apply, she always came up empty.
As if intent on not letting her forget this fact, she felt his familiar form slide in next to her on the bench, stirring her from thought.
"I see you're still studying to try and ace all of your N.E.W.T.s? If you narrow your occupation down, you only have to focus on some, you know." Sebastian said obnoxiously, and MC bristled.
"I'm well aware of that, Sebastian. You don't need to keep badgering me. I'm fine." She snapped, spooning another mound of jam onto a bare spot of the meat mountain on her plate.
"Are you...alright?" He asked, regarding her meal cautiously.
"Can't a girl simply eat in peace without everyone judging her taste? Fuck's sake!" Seething, she drained the last of her drink and slammed the water goblet down on the table before swinging her legs over the bench and standing.
She made to grab her books, but Sebastian was already scrambling to his feet, frantically gathering her belongings in his arms. She tried to snatch them away, but he held the haphazard stack of books above his head.
"Don't be like that, love. I'll stop - I can see you're stressed. Let's head to the Library before Charms - unless you'd like to finish your personal feast." He said cheerily, trying to tease away her temper.
It sufficed in quelling a bit of the rage she felt, as his charming smile so often did, but she still couldn't shake her annoyance. It had bubbled up out of nowhere that morning, and she felt like she wanted to bite the head off anyone who so much as breathed too loudly.
Which was almost precisely what happened when Cressida Blume approached their quiet study session that morning.
MC could feel her blood pressure finally beginning to lower. Sebastian sat close next to her at one of the Library's back tables, mindlessly tracing soothing circles with his thumb over her skirted thigh as they read quietly. The sound of his steady breathing combined with his warm hand and the intoxicating scent of his cologne, and she was finally lulled into calm.
Until Cressida loudly sank into the seat on her other side and jabbed a bony elbow into her ribcage. The scathing look MC shot the poor girl would have sent most running, but the Gryffindor merely smiled and slipped something soft into her pocket.
"I can see my hunch was right after your outburst at breakfast. Figured you may have forgotten yours today what with all your studying. Fortunately, I always keep a spare on hand." Cressida whispered and winked before slipping out of the chair, disappearing back into the bookshelves.
MC dug her hand into her pocket and felt the familiar fabric of a sanitary rag. With a sickening jolt, she realized that she was due to begin her cycle that week. Typically, on the same day as Cressida, as had been the case since they became roommates two years ago.
Making a mental note to bring the sweet girl an offering of chocolates later as thanks, she turned to Sebastian. "My apologies - I'll need to cut our studies short this morning. Need to tend to something before class."
Sebastian gave her a curious look but shrugged and let her leave with a kiss on the cheek. They'd see each other in class shortly, anyway.
-
Except, Charms soon began, and MC was still sitting in the lavatory stall, staring blankly at the pristine square of tissue she'd wiped herself with. Typically, her period came like clockwork. She was frankly surprised not to have bled through her skirt overnight. Yet there she was, sanitary rag grasped uselessly in her hand.
It was odd, she supposed, but not unreasonable to start a bit late. It was probably more strange that she had always been so regular. Deciding to fasten the cloth to her undergarments anyway to avoid an embarrassing mishap later on, she straightened her skirt and hurried off to class.
What started as an event barely worth thinking about, however, became an increasingly weighty concern as the days stretched on into weeks, and she still had not bled. By the third straight week, she was near ready to simply pitch herself off the Astronomy Tower than consider the implications of this new realization.
She and Sebastian had always been so careful, always keeping a healthy brew of contraceptive on hand in the Room of Requirement for their increasingly frequent nights together there.
Now, on a cheerful Sunday morning, she found herself still tangled up with his sleeping form in that very same room, feeling her heart race like a caught rabbit. Wracking her brain, she tried to remember just when they could have slipped up. Perhaps they'd been less careful than she thought.
The pressure of exams had certainly led to them blowing off steam in an array of odd places when their stress became unbearable - broom closets, the Undercroft, beneath the Quidditch stands - in the flurry of studying and worrying about what the near future held, she could not say for certain if she had remembered to take her potion every day she'd laid with him.
A rough hand tenderly caressing the side of her clammy face brought her back to sickening reality, and Sebastian's sleepy gaze widened at the sight of her. Instantly, he propped himself up on his elbows, pushing her hair out of her face and searching her eyes for any indication of why she was so distressed upon waking.
"Another bad dream, darling? You're so pale." He asked, concern growing.
She'd had a terrible episode of nightmares after fifth year, but they'd calmed significantly since then. She couldn't blame him for worrying about a recurrence - he'd spent weeks on end working with Garreth to develop a potion to ease her back then.
"I think I'd rather it be the nightmares, Sebastian." She choked back a sob and saw his expression crumple.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Tell me so I can fix it." Pleading, he began roving his hands over her, desperately trying to find the source of the pain so he could rid her of it.
She reached up and grabbed hold of his hands to stop them, bringing them up to her chest and pressing them tight against her racing heart. She swallowed thickly - it would be better to break the news now.
"I'm late." Was all she managed to croak out.
Sebastians brows furrowed impossibly further, confused. "Late? Darling, are you still half-asleep? It's the weekend. We've nowhere to be."
She gripped his hands tighter and clenched her eyes shut, trying to stem the flow of tears pricking at the corners. This was the last thing in the world she wanted to say to him, and yet he was being intentionally obtuse, it seemed.
"No, Sebastian. I'm late. I've missed nearly an entire month." She hissed, praying to whatever deity may be listening to have mercy and ensure that he would understand without her having to spell it out for him further.
He stilled for a moment, processing, before his mouth fell slack, and he, too, grew quite pale.
"You're pregnant." It was barely a whisper, but she winced like he'd yelled it.
Then the tears sprung forth in full force, and she wailed loudly. A puffskein that had wandered its way out of the vivarium during the night startled off the bed at her outburst.
Sebastian, still coming to terms with the realization himself, panicked and instantly pulled her on top of him, wrapping his arms firm around her back to press her into his chest. She could feel his own heart trying to match the frantic rhythm of hers as she sobbed into him.
He tried to shush her, combing his fingers through her sleep-tangled hair and pressing desperate kisses to her bare shoulders. Unfortunately, every time she settled and would try to speak, her body became wracked with sobs yet again, and they'd restart the whole process.
When she'd finally settled down, thoroughly soaking Sebastian and the blankets draped over them with tears, he rolled them over and caged her against the mattress, locking her in place under his towering form. She stared up meekly - she'd never seen his face so serious before. Was he angry with her for missing a contraceptive? Would he leave her?
"Have you calmed enough to listen to what I need to say to you? It's important." He said firmly, keeping his eyes locked on her while she nodded softly.
Sighing heavily, Sebastian mustered a small smile and said, "While this isn't the ideal way to start our family, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't intending on asking you for children some day. That day just came a bit sooner than expected, is all. We'll be alright."
He said it so assuredly that she could do nothing more than offer a watery smile of her own and reach up to pull him down on top of her, melting into a soft kiss.
Mouths melding against each other perfectly, things quickly spiraled from affectionate to heated, and before she knew it Sebastian was pressing searing kissing down her chest, pausing to glance up at her from just above her naval. The wicked look he wore sent a shiver down her spine, and then his face sank lower to gently nibble at the tender flesh above her hip.
"Sebastian!" She gasped out, fisting her hands in his tousled brown mess of hair, trying to pry him off. "This is precisely the sort of thing that landed us in such a predicament if you care to recall!"
He laughed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh and looked up again, grinning in that charming way she knew damn well would have her weak and caving to anything he suggested.
"I've already put a child in you, so why should I deprive myself the pleasure of properly enjoying you now? Let me take care of you this morning - show you just how much I love you. Ought to settle both our nerves quite a bit."
-
Both breakfast and lunch had long since come and gone by the time the two finally stumbled out of the Room of Requirement together, infinitely more relaxed than they'd been upon waking. While they hadn't had time to hammer out the specifics, MC was struggling to find enough energy to even think, let alone worry, after he was through with her.
Sebastian, for his part, looked positively elated when she glanced up at him. She was presently latched onto his arm, sleepily leaning on him as he wheeled her through the corridors. If he had any concerns about what the future had in store for them, he certainly wasn't showing it. Sebastian's fearlessness in the face of this unthinkable situation that had been consuming her for weeks eased away many of the reservations she'd had.
While there was still so much up in the air in regards to her future, Sebastian being a part of it was the only thing certain. There was never a doubt in her mind that they'd eventually settle down together, so what did it matter if things happened a bit earlier than anticipated? Sure, they'd never explicitly discussed children, but she eventually wanted to raise a family - most importantly, she wanted that with Sebastian.
Confidence left her, however, when Sebastian planted them both in front of the cold double doors to the Hospital Wing. Even he seemed to hesitate a moment in front of the imposing entrance. It felt like once they crossed that threshold, everything would become real. No amount of pillow talk or sweet dreams of an idyllic future could brace them for the reality of their situation.
Sebastian jostled her arm loose so that he could hold her hand tightly. He stared down at her, expression tight and controlled. Sudden warmth spread through her chest when she acknowledged that he was keeping a strong face for her sake. He was a nervous wreck - but he sure as hell was doing his best to hold it together for the both of them - for her.
She squeezed his hand back reassuringly, and together, they pushed open the doors.
The Hospital Wing was silent and blessedly empty, and Nurse Blainey's voice faintly called to them from her office that she would be out in a moment.
Sebastian guided MC to the nearest bed and sat her down, sinking down right by her side, all while never releasing the hold he kept on her hand. She was shaking, and he leaned over to press a kiss on top of her head.
"I promise you, everything will be alright." He said quietly, and she wanted to believe him, but -
"Sebastian, I can't even decide what I want to do with myself after Hogwarts. How am I meant to guide a whole new human being?" She stared up at him, terrified and keeping a white-knuckle grip on his fingers.
"We are going to figure this out together. I'm by your side - every step of the way. First things first, however. You need to be seen by a healer. We'll start with that." He said, as if it was obvious.
"Why do we even need to see Blainey? School's nearly finished. Once N.E.W.T.s are through, we'll be gone. No one has to be any wiser - I shouldn't even be, you know, showing by that time." She pleaded.
Sebastian sighed softly and said, "We need to see a healer so that your health is properly looked after. I reckon she'll have a few potions you'll need to start taking every day for nutrition. An expectant mother needs to remain stress-free and healthy, or so I've read."
"And since when are you such an expert, Midwife Sallow?" She asked skeptically.
He opened his mouth and paused before flushing darkly. Choosing to stare down into her lap where their hands were intertwined, he said, "Like I told you - some day I planned to discuss children with you. I've already done a bit of reading up on the matter. Wanted to be prepared."
She wanted to tell him how that was such an incredibly Sebastian thing to do - simultaneously thoughtful beyond her wildest dreams while also being the most amusing case of bookishness she'd ever heard of. But the clack of Blainey's shoes against the tile floor stirred them from conversation, and they both looked up to meet her curious gaze.
"Well? Which of you is it this time?" She snipped, tapping her foot impatiently.
"Er, me. It's me. I - " But the words caught in her throat.
Without missing a beat, Sebastian picked up for her. "We believe MC is with child."
Blainey's impatience vanished, and she looked between them. MC's face burned under her scrutiny, and she braced herself for the healer to berate them for their carelessness. The stern woman always had a few choice scoldings on hand for whenever either one of them came to her with a dueling injury - she'd likely have a littany of judgements to pass on this spectacular fuck-up.
However, Nurse Blainey's face remained serene, and if she was disappointed, she said nothing to show it. Instead, she held her clipboard in one hand, quill poised to write in the other, and simply began taking notes.
"Tell me your symptoms and when they started." Blainey instructed.
Again, MC's voice seemed to fail her. Ever reliable, Sebastian gave her hand a few gentle squeezes and answered for her.
"She hasn't bled for nearly a month." He replied.
Blainey nodded and jotted it down, then stilled her hand to prompt them for more information. "Yes, that certainly is a rather telltale symptom. Anything else?"
Sebastian waited a moment to see if MC would reply this time. When she did not, he answered again, this time with a bit of cheeky grin.
"I say this with all respect, but MC has been particularly irritable as of late. She's fatigued more than not, and frankly, the food she craves is abnormal even by her standards... mostly sugar, truth be told." Sebastian trailed off, casting a cautious glance to his side to see if his words had ignited said irritability.
They hadn't - while his girlfriend may have prickled at his words, they were true, and this was for medical purposes. So she simply nodded, resigned.
Blainey scribbled away and carried on with her volley of back-and-forth questions and answers. Before long, she stood and pulled the curtain around the bed, holding it open at one end and gesturing for Sebastian to step out.
He felt MC go rigid and looked over to see her wide eyes looking up at him, begging.
"I'll stay with her if it's all the same to you." He said softly.
"It is not all the same to me, Mister Sallow. While you may enjoy some of the activities of a married couple, the fact of the matter remains that you are not, and as such you are not entitled to be present for any part of her physical examination." There was that prickly attitude they'd come to know and love from their resident healer.
"Please, Nurse Blainey. I need him here." MC pleaded, desperate not to be without Sebastian for even a moment of this process. She couldn't bear to hear the news alone.
Blainey's hardened expression disappeared instantly when she looked at the terrified girl, and she let out an exasperated sigh, relenting. "Very well. Lie back on the bed - Sallow, you'll need to take a seat in a chair. The cot is for patients."
Reluctantly, Sebastian withdrew his hand from MC's talon-grasp, graciously pressing a comforting kiss to her temple before sliding off the bed and sinking into one of the visitor chairs next to it. Resting his elbows on his knees, he replaced the loss of MC's hand by clasping his own together, hunched forward, and observing the exam with rapt interest.
The physical examination was quicker than either of them thought - nothing invasive, MC wasn't even required to shed her clothing. Rather, Blainey hovered her wand just above MC's abdomen and muttered a soft incantation, brows furrowed. It was over and done with before MC had even gotten comfortable on the stiff cot, and Blainey helped her to sit back up.
Sebastian was on his feet, far too antsy to remain seated. He craned his neck to try and look at the clipboard - attempting even to see if he could decipher the strangely annoyed look on Blainey's face. He didn't have to wait long for an answer, though.
"Right. Well, I suppose I should have expected as much. You aren't the first, and you certainly will not be the last." She tutted. "N.E.W.T.s cause stress, which can be brutal on the body if you're not taking proper care of yourself. Your poorly balanced diet, lack of sleep, and rigorous study schedule seem to have created the perfect storm."
"So, I'm unwell? What about the - "
"Fatigue and malnutrition are to blame for your missed cycle, not pregnancy. I'll send you off today with a potion to help you sleep and a contraceptive. I implore you to make use of it, at least while I'm still responsible for the two of you." She said, summoning a couple of vials from the shelf to hand to MC before exiting through the curtain and calling back, "You're free to leave once you take your medicine. Set the empty bottles on the tray, please."
MC and Sebastian exchanged sheepish looks before she uncorked the vials in succession and downed them - not wanting their previous activities that morning to result in a similar visit later on.
They sat silently, both staring wordlessly at the empty potion bottles on the small tray next to the bed.
"Well, I suppose that'll ease some of your anxiety, eh?" Sebastian teased gently.
MC sat perched on the edge of the bed and continued looking at the vials, brows furrowed and deep in thought - not really listening. She was only stirred when she felt warm hands wrap around her own and saw Sebastian kneeling down in front of her, concerned.
"Sorry, I guess all this just got me thinking." She confessed and laced her fingers through his reassuringly.
"Care to share with the class?" He quipped.
"Well, it's silly, but I was almost, I don't know -" Unable to stop the crestfallen look, she pouted and prayed he could understand where she was coming from.
"Excited?" Sebastian offered helpfully.
"Yes! Is that wicked of me? To be a bit disappointed?" She asked warily.
Sebastian sprung to his feet and practically launched himself at her, knocking them both over onto the small bed with a crushing embrace. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he nuzzled into her and inhaled deeply.
"I feel very much the same." Voice muffled by the fabric of her robe, she was still able to make out what'd he'd said, and her heart melted. She kissed the top of his head and held him against her for a quiet moment, pensive and debating her next choice of words.
"Sebastian...I may not be sure what I want to do with my N.E.W.T results, but I am certain of one thing." She smiled, coaxing his head up to look at her.
The pure adoration with which Sebastian viewed her made her weak, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that this was where she was meant to be. He waited expectantly for her to finish vocalizing her thoughts.
"Regardless of what I decide to do with my studies, I know for certain that the thing I want most in my life is to raise a family with you." She said with conviction.
Sebastian made a choked sort of sound before hurriedly burying his face into her bosom, and she felt the heat rising from his face - tips of his ears bright red.
"I want that too - more than anything. And soon, if we could." He said, burrowing his face deeper and holding her impossibly tighter against himself.
"Perhaps we'll wait until after graduation, eh?" She felt him chuckle.
Finally, he looked up at her, wearing that charming, crooked smile she loved so much and matched it with one of her own bright grins. And she knew he was right, as always, and they really would be just fine.
Ominis Gaunt SFW - Volume 1
First Volume for Ominis Gaunt x MC/Reader archive, this list is all SFW works. More volumes coming soon. Not seeing your fic here? Send me an ask/message with a link so I can get it added!
Oneshots
A Letter to My Beloved - @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog
A Niffler, A Blind Boy, and A Clever Witch - @cranetreegang
An Unexpected Flight - @cranetreegang
And Eyes as Cold as the Deepest Lakes - @cranetreegang
Blind Luck - @sebastianswallows
Breathe - @emptycauldron
call it what you want to - @hufflepuffwitchhh
Close Call - @cranetreegang
Clumsy Love - @tinaexe
Companion - @cuffmeinblack
Crucio - @life-at-hogwarts
-> In the shadow of the past - @life-at-hogwarts
Cruel Words - @cranetreegang
Dinner with the Gaunts - @emptycauldron
fluffy, jealous Ominis - @blueraineshadows
Flustered - @spaceyaceface
Goodbye For Now - @cranetreegang
Hand in Hand - @sebastianswallows
Handle With Care - @emptycauldron
he's so in love - @hufflepuffwitchhh
Hold me close - @cuffmeinblack
Home At Last - @cranetreegang
How could I fear any hurricane - @tinaexe
I Never Want Peace, I Thrive in Panic - @skittish1807
i'll be the one waiting - @hufflepuffwitchhh
In every version of reality - @tinaexe
It Will Happen Again - @applinsandoranges
Kindred spirits - @cuffmeinblack
Late night chess - @emptycauldron
Lessons Into the Mind - @cranetreegang
-> Delving Into the Mind - @cranetreegang
-> Save Her - @cranetreegang
Let Me Show You Something - @cranetreegang
letter left on your doorstep - @hufflepuffwitchhh
Like a Moth to a Flame, and a Lamb to the Slaughter - @cranetreegang
Like an Unquenchable Flame, I See You - @cranetreegang
Midnight Melody - @blueraineshadows
-> Midnight Melody Pt 2 - @blueraineshadows
Non-Negotiable - @emptycauldron
Series
More than meets the eye - @hydrangeapartridge
Under 1k
22 with Ominis - @rypnami
26 with Ominis - @rypnami
A touch of sage - @cuffmeinblack
"after everything you've done, i still love you." - @spaceyaceface
Beauty Marks - @cuffmeinblack
"for years i have yearned for you in secrecy and silence." - @spaceyaceface
"i'm so very in love with you." - @spaceyaceface
"it hurts me, just how much i ache for you." - @spaceyaceface
Headcanon
How they fall for you - @eggymf
Ominis Gaunt - @finalgirllx
she's not wrong
MC follows Ominis

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