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does he look at you the way I do? (Sebastian Sallow x fem!reader)

Prompt: exactly what the tittle says except its angst from Seb's side.

AN: You guys if you like horror movies, I need ya'll to watch Death Whisperer its on netflix (USA). And I am pining for Yak the character in their cause fuck he is so gruff.

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Sebastian did not know why or how but it had happened. The girl he loved was no longer single. She has a hand wrapped around her waist and a mens jacket around her figure but it wasn't him or his. He sighed out as he looked at her; and she looked perfect.

Her eyes sparkling as she laughed, her nose scrunched, and her eyebrows furrowed. She was so expressive with her emotions so open and inviting. She was wrapped in Leander’s jacket snuggling close into it.

He kept on saying that this was okay.

That this is what she wanted.

And the most important thing is that they were just friends.

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a bait, a hoax, a challenge (ominis gaunt x fem!reader)

Prompt: Ominis bets his girlfriend can’t go a week without his touch and she accepts with full intentions of winning.

Word Count: 6327

Disclaimer: The characters are close to 19 and in 7th year at Hogwarts. Has smut. I have read smut starting at age 13 so I’ll say please be mindful of the material you consume. also a lot of grammar errors, not proof read.

PSA: p in v, fingering, squirting, cockdrunk reader, fucked dumb Ominis, pregnancy mentions, boob job, giving head, unprotected sex, no spoilers for the plot, very little plot tbh, if you squint you'll see I am currently ovulating.

A/n: I despise J.K Rowling for what she stands for especially regarding her transphobic and sexist comments/ views. this work isnt to endorse her in any kind of way and is just a outlet for my writing. I bought the game for $18 a month ago and Ominis left an impression on me.

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“I bet you couldn’t last a week without me.” Ominis’s smirk was almost audible to the girl below. She couldn’t see his face but she could just feel it. The challenge was a hoax, a bait, a dumb bet that really didn’t matter at the end of the day. But it was the way he said it. The taunt in his voice, the pride in his tone. It was all enough for her to take the challenge, and she fully intended on winning it.

That was yesterday half way during dinner, when she had snuck away with Ominis to the boat house. The gentle noise of water lapping at the wooden planks below them was enough to lull them into their own world where the only people who existed was the person in front of them. She doesn't remember if that's how it went but she was too tired and too giddy to care.

Today was a different day. It was breakfast and most students, except those who skipped breakfast, were in the great hall. Some were studying for their next class, some were trying to stay awake, and most were eating. Then there was the couple who were ignoring each other. Usually it would happen after a break up but this time it was between a very promising couple.

Ominis’s beautiful girlfriend was currently seated with her group of friends at the Gryffindor table. Natsai was pleasantly chatting and talking about her most recent grazing adventures. While on the other side of the room sat Ominis himself, his only friend Sebastian talking his ear off about every single thing that comes to his mind.

“Well, well, well…look what the cat dragged in.” Said the Scottish accent of Imelda Reyes. She sat down next to Natsai as her elbows supported the weight of her head in her arms. 

“Trouble in paradise, I see.” Imelda poked as she leaned in closer. 

Before Ominis sweet little darling said anything to direct the attention away from her, Poppy Sweeting came in and sat right next to the girl.

“What are we talking about, guys?” Poppy asked as she picked up an apple from a nearby bowl and began munching on it. 

Expecting her breakfast with a side of gossip.

“Just the obvious, why little Mrs. Gaunt isn’t sitting right next to Mr. Gaunt.” Imelda clarified as she stared intently at the girl she directed all her jabs at.

“Oooh yeah! Why is that Mrs. Gaunt?” Poppy asked innocently as she continued biting into her apple.

The poor girl looked at Natty hoping she would bring sense to their friend group however she just shrugged before saying a “Even I am curious, why aren’t you sitting next to Mr. Gaunt, Mrs. Gaunt?” 

‘Mrs. Gaunt’ groaned at her friend's persistent nature but decided that they were the ones who she would have told the entire bet about anyways. And if she didn't tell them today, she would have told them by tomorrow.

“Fine, but if word of this gets out, I will personally write a letter to Leander Prewett to inform him that not only all three of you stole his underwear last year but that you all use it to get off.” She threatened the three girls. 

It was a dare that the three girls lost against Y/n, and she dared all of them to go grab Leander’s dirty underwear. Unfortunately for the girls, practice ended early and they were caught brown handed by Leander himself.

“Oh, it's that serious.” Natty said with a smile, knowing whatever she was to tell them was definitely juicy.

“Ominis and I made a bet,” She started off, “of who can last a whole week without each other.” Her words emphasizing ‘without’ hoping that they understood the implication to be as indecent without her having to say the crude word out in public.

“Without as in platonically or without as in the mommy and daddies are?” Imelda asked with a smirk, loving how red her friend looked.

“Ohhhh..” Poppy and Natty said as they understood that bet was based around lewd acts. 

Sure, their friend would often share her dalliance with her perfect boyfriend but she was still a bit shy about it. Her red ears and cheeks were giving her away as she avoided eye contact while downing some strawberry lemonade.

The three giggled at her friend's predicament knowing that she is completely enamored by her boyfriend. So in all honesty they had very little faith in her.

“So how did it happen?” Natty asked genuinely wondering what could have led to such a bet being placed.

“Well….” The girl blushing red started off making sure to keep her voice as quiet as possible.

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hogwarts legacy fic recs

multi- hl boys

sebastian and ominis
The TriWizard Tournament was a tournament that promised glory, but also a tournament with a death toll so high, just surviving it would be the accomplishment of a lifetime. Your significant other had begged you not to put your name in the Goblet of Fire. You told him you wouldn’t, but you've done so anyway in secret. These are the reactions of Garreth, Ominis, and Sebastian when they not only realize you put your name in behind their back, but that you’ve also been chosen as the Hogwarts Champion.

aesop sharp

Aesop has been stopping by your classroom during lunch lately.
A week following his and his young lover's little getaway in pursuit of tenderness, Aesop Sharp finds the pain in his leg, the one that he'd been used to for more than ten years now, lessening...

chefs kiss!

Promise (Yandere!Ominis x fem!reader) Part 3

Requested by Anon!

Disclaimer: Mature adulting stuff.

AN: Ominis is not possessive in this as much because everything is going "as planned", like little lark Ominis was crazzzzy possesive. So really he is sweet more than anything because he is getting everything he wants. Like he has no need to be possesive when she so willingly is letting him take her.

Also I want to get married at a vineyard now and own one too.

It had been three weeks since she had given herself to Ominis.

Three weeks after they had lost their virginity together, their bodies entwined in the moon illuminated room, in secret, where no one else could touch them, see them, ruin them.

And for the past three weeks, she had been filled full of him every single night.

Her body still ached from the last time, his grip on her hips, the way he pushed deeper, deeper, deeper, whispering how she was his, how he would never let her go.

She had loved every second of it.

a hoax, a bait, a challenge (Ominis Gaunt x fem!reader) Part 2

Disclaimer: mentions of face-sitting, boob-job, horny Ominis, horny reader.

AN: Okay I think I will do one more part. And yes I like making Ominis obsessed with the reader because I like them possessive...

Word Count: 8426

Ominis Gaunt strode through the library, his wand tapping lightly against the floor with the faint click-click-click that echoed in the quiet room. The sun bathed the far corner in golden light, his preferred spot, where the rays would warm his back as he worked through the labyrinth of notes and textbooks. But as he approached, something felt… off.

Someone was sitting in his seat.

He sighed. “Sebastian? Why aren’t you in class?” he called out, setting his stack of books down with a deliberate thud.

“Didn’t feel like it,” Sebastian replied lazily, his mouth half-full of an apple as he flipped through a worn tome.

Ominis ran his fingers over the chair next to him before sitting, exhaling sharply. “Why am I not surprised?” he muttered, his tone tinged with exasperation. “Please, keep yourself entertained. I have actual work to do, and I’d rather not get swept into one of your scandals today.”

“Scandal?” Sebastian asked with mock offense. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course you don’t,” Ominis retorted, already busying himself with his textbook. His wand traced the Braille like enchantments on the page, one hand gliding across the text while the other jotted notes in impeccable handwriting.

For a while, the only sounds were the scratching of quill on parchment and the occasional crunch of Sebastian’s apple. But then, from somewhere behind them came the unmistakable sound of giggling.

Ominis stiffened. “Merlin’s beard, that’s distracting,” he muttered, his jaw tightening as the laughter grew louder.

Anonymous asked:

👉👈 Would you consider writing a sequel to Little Lark? What happened afterwards? I want to know 😖 Did Ominis end up marrying her while still in school? Did they actually get pregnant? Were they expelled? How about his family? 👀

I have a lot of questions please 🙏 I really like how you write!

I considered it and the answer is yes! Idk why I love that Ominis he is just sooooo in love! So yes I shall add a third part!

i am unsure of the timeline of when I'd post it. so if youd like for me to tag you when I post it lmk and I will do it!

Confidence (Ominis x fem!reader)

Prompt: Ominis wants to ask out his crush (you) out to Hogsmeade. However, he feels overwhelmingly ill prepared. So he turns to Sebastian, his most trusted friend and the reason for his constant migraine.

AN: Its just cute Ominis tripping over his words. We love him.

"Hmm… I have to admit, Ominis, I didn't expect you to actually take the initiative to plan something." Sebastian smirked as he shut his Potions tome and tossed it onto the bed beside him.

Ominis frowned, arms crossing tightly. "I take initiative all the time, Sebastian. Your comment is completely unwarranted."

"I meant no harm, it’s just that you get so flustered around her, one might think you’ve been placed under the Imperius Curse. You barely move unless she wants you to; just standing there, nodding along like some enchanted statue, completely oblivious to the rest of the world." Sebastian’s smirk widened, thoroughly amused by how quickly Ominis bristled.

Ominis stiffened, grip tightening on the edge of his robe. "Will you help me or not?" His tone was clipped, irritation barely masked. If he let Sebastian continue, he'd be the one with the migraine soon enough.

I don’t get that flustered. He’s exaggerating.

Anonymous asked:

Any chance u could write a fic where Omi goes to seb for advice for his first time wth mc?

And stud-man seb is like "i got you bro"

Xx

OML yessssss! I’ll start on this after my Microbio notes and after I do laundry.

It’ll most definitely be a oneshot. But I’ll split it into two parts (maybe who knows). One for a fluffy “how can I ask her out for a date” and one for a “how do I make her scream properly”

Little Lark (Yandere!Ominis x fem!reader) Part 2

Disclaimer: p in v, cunnilingus, squirting, creampie, obsessive dark Ominis, manipulative Ominis, dubious pregnancy consent. grammar errors and not proofread. characters are atleast 19.

Ominis heard the gasps of students as she passed by, their whispers confirming what he already knew; she looked breathtaking. The silver dress clung to her, shaping her body in ways he had memorized too well. His jaw tightened. She was meant to be his.

The air felt sharper, charged with purpose. He had dressed immaculately for the occasion - a black suit, a dark grey vest, a crisp white shirt. His hair was slicked back, his polished Oxfords reflecting the candlelight. Every detail was perfect, composed. But his mind was anything but.

His white eyes ignored the sea of people around him, his wand tucked away yet still locked onto one presence alone. Her.

His love, his life, his entire being. She consumed him. And yet, now she was in Amit’s arms, laughing as they waltzed. That laugh, so light, so carefree, should have been for him.

Enough.

He stepped onto the dance floor, his wand guiding him through the moving bodies. He was only a few paces away when fate intervened; Amit spun her too wide, and she fell into Ominis.

A sharp gasp. His name whispered in surprise. And his arms, already wrapped around her waist, held fast. Tightly. Possessively.

“Ominis, I didn’t think the Yule Ball was your cup of tea,” she said, forcing a light tone between them.

His lips curled slightly. “It wasn’t, until I heard my little lark would be here… with another man.”

Without another word, he guided her into a waltz, moving seamlessly across the floor. The nickname stinging a bit. She hesitated, but his grip allowed no room for argument.

“It’s not what you th-”

He cut her off, spinning her away, just enough for her to feel the space between them, before pulling her back, her back pressing against his chest.

“It doesn’t really matter now, does it?” he murmured in her ear, his voice low, the warmth of his breath sending a trail of goosebumps across her exposed shoulders.

She stilled. Ominis had always been sweet, always patient. But this? This was different.

And yet, he was right. None of it mattered now.

“It’s a bit selfish, isn’t it, darling?” he mused, knowing exactly how her mind worked. He could feel the hesitation, the way her breath caught. He had spent too long studying her, knowing exactly which threads to pull.

“I’m sorry, Omi,” she murmured, her head dipping slightly, the words barely above a whisper.

His grip slackened just a fraction, fingers still wrapped around her wrist, possessive yet deceptively tender. “It’s okay, love.” His voice was sweet again, too sweet, like poisoned honey coaxing her deeper into his grasp. He turned her to face him, tilting her chin up with a featherlight touch.

Though blind, his pale, milky eyes locked unerringly onto her face, as if he could see straight into her soul. And yet, she still refused to meet his gaze.

That simply wouldn’t do.

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