More Letters From Seb And Omi To MC💚

this honestly just came out of left fucking field i would have never expected to hear anything like this in this show. consider me Pleasantly Surprised tbh

His Beautiful Nose

Sylus x gn!Reader

This is all I think about when I see him sometimes, genuinely. I just see his nose and I go a little insane

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, kissing, biting, teasing, silly

Word Count: 1,001 (all my fics lately have had such satisfying word counts ough so good)

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"Sweetie, what are you doing?"

You shush him, focused on whatever the hell you were up to right now. Sylus quirks a brow at you.

"I think I have a right to know, since you're holding my face hostage," he teases, speaking in a languid murmur, raspy.

You'd found him asleep in one of his many lounge chairs; legs out, arms crossed, head back. It was impossible to ignore the desire to sneak around behind the chair and hold his face. Of course, doing so woke him up, which led you here.

"I'm just appreciating how pretty you are," you tell him. And it's not technically a lie. You are appreciating his beauty. Just, a specific part of his beauty.

"And you can't sit in my lap and do that?" He reaches back behind the chair. His large hand finds your back easily and begins tracing light shapes into your sides, your spine - wherever he could reach.

You giggle and squirm away from his ticklish touch. "No, now stay still and hush."

He huffs with exasperation, but he does as you ask. His hand settles on your lower back, loosely holding you close. He appreciates you in turn with his crimson eyes, half-lidded with sleep.

You run your thumbs along his cheeks. His skin is smooth, pliant beneath your fingers. He seems so untouchable - and he is. To everyone that isn't you. The fact you're this close means more than you'll ever be able to fully grasp.

You lean down and press a delicate kiss between his eyebrows. His fingers twitch against your back. You trace under his eyes, coaxing him into closing them and putting his full trust in your hands. You kiss the spot again.

The next spot your lips find is perhaps half an inch down, at the point where his nose begins protruding from his face. It's an odd place for a kiss, he thinks. You must be up to something, yet he allows it anyway.

Kisses are slowly peppered down his nose. Each one takes its time, each following the strong line of his nose, over the bump and the wide bridge, down to the tip. Each one pours into the lazy smile tugging at his lips. You really woke him up just to "appreciate" his nose?

The kisses retreat towards his brow, but never reach it. One kiss, then two placed at the most prominent part of his nose's definition, and then-

He cracks an eye open. "Did you just bite my nose?"

You hum with a slight nod, kissing over the spot again. "I've been wanting to bite it for weeks now. This seemed like the perfect opportunity." Despite the nonchalant way you say it, he can practically feel the heat radiating off your face and onto his.

He chuckles softly and draws you closer by your back. "Do it again."

Truly, you didn't expect for that to be his response. You anticipated this being the one and only time you'd ever be allowed to do this. But he's encouraging it, with clear amusement.

Your teeth settle on either side of the bridge of his nose and not very far down, not even as far back as your canines, and gently bite down. It's not a lot of pressure, either. Realistically, it's more of a light nip, but he hums his approval. When you pull away, your lips catch on his skin, just as his do when he bites your hand. It's perfect.

His eyes watch now with unreserved affection. His hand trails up your back, reaches to cradle the back of your neck and the base of your skull. "Come here," he murmurs lowly. You're guided forward, drawn down as he tilts his head further back to meet his lips.

Your mouths move together in languid, drowsy kisses. The faint wet sound of your lips parting and shared, soft breaths fill the room. His nose presses against your chin, and yours in his, but neither of you move from the awkward angle except to deepen the kiss.

You feel the smirk on his lips before you see it. He pulls away and your body is suddenly weightless, floating through the air, carried by playful tendrils of energy.

"Sylus! What're you doing?!" You're flipped over him, slow enough you don't get lightheaded, to the front of the chair and directly into his lap. His arms wrap powerfully around your waist to draw you against his chest. Light kisses trail along your neck.

"You woke me from my nap. It only seems fair to keep you here," he says against your skin.

There's no point trying to push his arms away or wriggling free. He's much too strong for that. So, you give in. You sigh with a playful roll of your eyes and lean back into him, trying to find some comfortable position. Once you're settled, one of his arms slips from around you, and gently fingers turn you by your chin to face him.

"I also need to return the favor, don't I?"

He takes his sweet time doing so. A trail of kisses, all light pecks, winds from your jaw to your chin to your cheek. They finally come to your forehead, where he places one between your brows. Down to where your nose begins. Down over the bridge, to the tip, and back up.

Your breath catches in your throat as he tilts his head and carefully lines his teeth up in just the same way you did. He bites down, gentle in a way that seems unfathomable to anyone else who knew him. After a second, he pulls away, lips catching on your skin.

He leans back into the chair and guides your head to his shoulder before wrapping his arm around you once more. He sighs, long and low, with content. "Wake me up in four hours," he murmurs.

"And what am I supposed to do until then?"

"You should have thought about that before you snuck in, sweetie."

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Hogwarts Legacy Headcanon - Scent

Can’t believe I haven’t done something like this sooner

Sebastian Sallow

* First and foremost, smoke. The smell of fire and electricity from his wand and his fiery spells.

* An undertone of cheap cologne when he remembers to wear it, along with aftershave and toothpaste if you’re very close.

* Sweat. Crossed wands and keeping you out of trouble takes a toll, but the way his hair sticks to his forehead in a flush makes you swoon.

Ominis Gaunt

* Clean. Clean laundry and soap. He takes very good care of himself and always makes sure he’s ‘presentable.’

* Subtle florals. Like lavender and violets.

* If you get close to his neck, you can smell the chemical scent of his pomade that he does his hair with.

Poppy Sweeting

* Fresh cut grass. Always being outside, rolling around chasing Nifflers or diving to catch a falling baby Jobberknoll.

* Fur. A bit of animal musk, also due to her hobbies.

* If you somehow catch her right after a shower, she smells like flowers and lemons, Her hair fluffy and light as she pulls you along to get muddy again.

Garreth Weasley

* Shampoo. That mop of hair holds scent for hours, and if he walks in front of you in the hallways, it’s all you can do not to lean forward and drink it in.

* His common room. The smell of warm blankets and incense, a fire that’s been going for decades.

* To his dismay, probably the scent of a bad potion that he just can’t seem to get out of his robes. It’s been two weeks, and the House elves are livid.

parched — MIGUEL O'HARA

(( I FINALLY WATCHED ATSV AAAGHHHH IT WAS SO GOOD !!! not gonna say anything because if i ramble it will 100% go into spoiler territory but it was probably the best movie i've ever seen no exaggeration. anyway, here's a small miguel one shot? drabble? spoiler-free :3 ))

READ PART 2 HERE.

You and Miguel led nearly entirely different lives.

He was constantly out and about. Putting his body, his mind through strenuous lengths for the sake of the people. For the sake of everyone. He sacrifices a piece of himself, bit by bit. Everyday. Just for everybody else's peace.

Your job almost felt a little silly next to his. After all, you were quite sure that being Spider-Man didn't offer a week of paid vacation. Which you were extremely grateful to have, by the way.

In all honesty, you felt the smallest piece of pity for him. You were able to catch up on your hobbies, enjoy shows that were put on your list for so long, and get more than 5 hours of sleep.

You knew that Miguel was barely getting a shred of that. How did you know? Even in two in the morning, while you were resting on the couch and catching up on yet another show, you hadn't heard him come in through the window that you normally keep open for him.

Worry seeps it's way into your brain as you try to focus on the pixels in front of you. Of course, you were scared for him. Everyday that he went out, the unexpected could happen and well... You didn't want to think too deep into it.

At least, your mind was distracted when you were working but now you were relaxing, the thoughts that you tried bury deep down under to the crevices of your mind were all coming back again.

It only concerned you more when throughout the week so far, you'd seen him less and less. On occasion, in the middle of the night, the click of a lock would alert you awake but before you could sit up and investigate, strong arms locked around your waist and a head pressed into your shoulder.

You sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing your show.

The worries, the yearning. It all gave you a swirling, growing feeling in your gut that you hadn't really familiarized yourself with. You weren't sure if you liked it, you weren't sure if you hated it. Though the way that it pierced into you like a newly sharpened spear just confused you even further.

Trying to focus on another feeling growing inside of you. Hunger and satisfying it, you hoped it would get all of this off of your mind as you lazily walk into the kitchen.

A reoccurring theme whenever you wanted a snack was once you actually made your way to the pantry, decisions were a foreign concept and your cravings were like trying to read binary code.

Instant ramen? Cookies? Chips? Ice cream?

Felt even worse this time when you hadn't particularly been exercising your brain recently, a mental note to yourself to be just a little bit on edge when you get a break like this.

You opt on giving up entirely, you slam the cabinet door, and turn around to get back to the couch until—

There's a weight against your back and waist, keeping you against the counter.

As you look down, you see the familiar shades of red and blue. Sighing, you look to a little over your shoulder and take a little peek. To see closed eyes signalled by Miguel's mask. The marks trembling shut, you feel his grip on you get tighter.

In a volume as close to a whisper, you break the silence, "Miguel? You okay?" Like you expected, he takes off his mask. Eyes screwed shut, brows furrowing as you can see the stress lines and deep circles under them.

He sighs but not out of being content, thumb tracing small shapes into your stomach. "Been so lonely, mi cielo."

Your heart clenches as that. That was right, you understood what kind of lover that he could be. Needy, clingy, these qualities festering even more each moment he spends away from you. You noticed how much he was holding back right now.

He normally liked to fix himself up before getting all comfortable and relaxed with you. Showering, brushing his curls, general self-care but the moment he came inside his first instinct was to go to you.

Those thoughts from a while ago that were nearly going to absorb you came back. To think the cold that Miguel had to endure out there from how tightly he wanted to absorb your warmth.

"I missed you so much. Me sentí tan solo, don't wanna let go."

You were going to respond but your mind practically short-circuited when he started pressing soft kisses along your neck and shoulder. You let him indulge himself, just a little while.

Of course, his job terrified you sometimes but seeing him like this. Seeing him let his guard down, talking about how much he missed you, calling you his darling.

Perhaps Spider-Men had their own charm but Miguel's just got you wrapped around his finger like nobody else could.

For a brief moment, he nibbles on the flesh at the back of your neck. Pressing one last kiss, "Will get fixed up, then voy a demostrarte cuánto te extrañé después de todo este tiempo."

Shamefully, you didn't pick up learning Spanish yet from how much Miguel speaks it to you. Yet through context clues and bashfully asking him what the things he said meant sometimes.

You knew exactly what was going to come next.

NSFW Alphabet for Ominis Gaunt

Warnings - 18 + smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Ominis is very sleepy, but first and foremost concerned with caring for you. He wants to make sure you're comfortable and cleaned up before committing to snuggling into you for a nap

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)Ominis likes his own hands the most. He knows that pleasure he's able to bring you with them and they're what allow him to completely memorize the softness and angles of your body. His favorite part of yours is your stomach, he loves teasing you around it, making you think he's about to relieve you when he isn't. He loves the feeling of it and how it connects to your softest and most sensitive areas.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He loves feeling his cum go down your throat, the way you gag around him and he feels you swallowing to get down all of his seed. He praises you while you do it too.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) His dirty secret is that he really loves sex in the Undercroft. It feels like his own private haven and place to relax and being able to have you there just really makes him feel possessive in a good way.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)He's not had a lot of hands-on experience, but he considers himself well-read with thorough research done. He takes his time with you the first time you have an encounter, committing to learning what your body likes the best.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Ominis headcannon for that is here he is a slight softy and enjoys positions that keep you guys as close as possible

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Ominis is pretty serious and committed to a loving experience or a very dominating experience with you. He can also be a good submissive depending on the day and how stressed he is, but sex is always super important for him to have that connection for you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Ominis probably makes an attempt to keep things tidy for his own comfort. His chest is bare, but a trail of light-colored hair goes from his stomach down to his pubic area. The rest of his body is mostly hairless, just covered in some fine blond hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) When you're making love and it isn't just kinky, he's very sweet. He spends the whole time doting on you, praising you, and telling you how much he needs you. He also spends a lot of time on foreplay here, being as sensual and slow as possible to enjoy every inch of you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He likes to edge himself for long periods of time. He's really fond of building up his orgasm and tries his best to wait out for you. He lays in his bed at night torturing himself and fighting for his own release.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He likes to be called by a term like daddy or sir. He likes the power trip and being able to have it in a safe space with you. He alternatively loves the idea of being submissive to you and begging for your attention. It's euphoric when you finally lay your hands on him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) The Undercroft, your room to avoid Sebastian. Sometimes he charms the Undercroft to keep Sebastian out and gaslight the hell out of him into thinking he's going crazy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) He's really motivated by how audible your pleasure is, it really spurs him. Since he likes to let space drag on between your encounters to intensify your need for each other he loves to tease you in semi-public settings. Like in the quiet library, he enjoys saying things to get a rise out of you or putting a gentle hand on your thigh.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He wouldn't want pain to be a substantial part of anything you two did. Gentle things like scratching, biting, and sucking are okay with him, but nothing more intense than that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) He loves both so much, but his desire to please you is very high. He gets so many tastes and textures when he's giving you head and teasing your thighs in the process.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He's usually a slower pace, but very hard and aggressive strokes if he's the one giving. If he's received he shamelessly likes it fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He doesn't particularly like them, but if he's desperate enough he'll absolutely shove you up against a wall and be very forceful in taking what he wants.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's open to trying new things with you, he just likes to talk about details a lot beforehand. As long as it isn't inherently for pain, he'll try with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He has a lot of stamina. You usually have a pretty intense first round of things followed by 2 or 3 slower sessions, taking much more time with each other.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He wouldn't want to jump to using toys, he would be adamant about trying to please you with the body parts that he has first. He wouldn't outright say no, though and if you insisted it would make things better he would relent and end up enjoying it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He teases entirely too much, he loves to tease you in the most subtle ways to drive you crazy all throughout the day.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) He can be quite loud in the throes of pleasure. He's got a lot of gasping and whimpering that comes out alongside moans of your name. He cannot keep quiet to save his life.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Ominis is a sucker for letting you undress him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Headcannon for detailed pp info here. Ominis has such fair skin with all of his beauty marks scattered into different shapes, sizes, and shades. His skin flushes so easily when he starts to heat up and he can't hide his desire. He's girthy and grows when he gets hard to a full 8 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It's fairly high, but he's excellent at hiding and keeping both of you at bay to build up the tension for sex that's gonna create fireworks.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Once he knows you're all comfy and taken care of, he's going to crash so fast. He won't even notice the soft kisses you give him as you stare at how peaceful he is.

The people have asked and they shall receive!!! A little Slytherin sandwich for all you fine folks 🐍 (all characters aged up and well into adulthood)

I’ve stumbled upon the throuple fanfics AND THERES NO GOING BACK!!

How about G. For Ominis. Maybe a fluffy/smutty blurb?

Some fluff 💕 some spice 🌶️ (18+ All characters of legal age)

G: “Good girl.”

I got… carried away with this one 😅

- - -

The first time he said it you were trying not to cry.

You were only kids, your family and the Gaunts long family friends. Ominis was almost exactly 2 years older than you and was leaving for the first time to go to Hogwarts.

“What will I do without you?” You sniffled, tears threatening to spill at any moment. The older boy hugged you, one hand patting your back comfortingly.

“Don’t cry, please don’t cry,” he begged, “I can’t bear to hear it.”

“I’ll be all alone…” You sniffled again, your voice cracking.

“I’ll come back every holiday. I’ll even try to come see you on some weekends if they let me,” he comforted you. “It’s only for two years and then you’ll be right there at Hogwarts with me. You have to be brave.”

That thought did help. You pulled away from your best fried to wipe your nose on the sleeve on your dress.

“Can you be brave for two years?” He asked.

“Yes,” you sighed. Ominis smiled and ruffled your hair playfully.

“Good girl.”

- - - -

The second time he said it, he was teaching you to cast a spell.

You were older now, he being in his 3rd year and you in your 1st, but the two of you had never grown apart. In fact, as the years passed, you’d only gotten closer.

Ominis’s hand held yours gently, guiding your wand in the correct motion.

“That’s it,” he guided, “make a triangle in the air and then drag it out to the right.” You followed his directions several times, practicing the motion until it was just right. “Perfect,” he removed his hand and pushed you forward a little, toward the practice dummy. “Now cast the spell.”

“Ominis, I don’t think I’m ready,” you trailed off and tried in vain to back away. Ominis stoped you, nudging you back to your previous position.

“Yes you are,” he cut you off. “Don’t think too much about it just do it.”

You took a deep breath, planting your feet more firmly before you raised your wand. You rehearsed the movement one more time before actually attempting to cast the spell.

“Bombarda,” you spoke clearly and squealed when balls of flame shot out of your wand and directly at the dummy.

“I did it!” You cheered wrapping your arms your best friends neck. He laughed with joy at your success and it always made him happiest when you were happy.

“Good girl.” He cheered, “I knew you could do it.”

- - - -

The third time he said it, he was covered in blood.

“You shouldn’t have gotten involved,” you chided him, urging him to tilt his head backward. “Hold this here,” you brought his hand up to the handkerchief pressed to his nose. He obeyed, hissing as he added pressure.

“He deserved everything he got and worse,” he said, nasally. You sighed, digging through your bag for the small green bottle of wiggenweld. “Bastard.”

“Hush,” you popped the cork out of the bottle and placed it in his free hand. “Drink this.” He removed the handkerchief, warm blood still gushing from his obviously broken nose. He downed the potion in one gulp and the bleeding stopped almost immediately.

“Much better,” Ominis sighed in relief. “What kind of a no-talent wizard fights physically anyway? It’s barbaric.”

“You shouldn’t have gotten involved,” you said again.

“You shouldn’t have been in a place like the Hog’s Head,” he challenged. “Those kinds of men are always in there. Who knows what he would have done to you. What we’re you doing there anyway?”

“I was just curious I guess,” you shrugged your shoulders. Ominis sat up on the bench and grabbed your wrists tightly in his hands.

“Don’t go back there anymore,” he ordered, “Promise me.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Good girl,” he sighed in relief.

- - - -

The fourth time he said it, you were on your knees.

“O-oh,” he huffed as you dragged a hand experimentally along his hard length. “That feels good. A little more pressure.”

You obeyed, moving your hand up and back down a few more times. You studied him carefully, the way his chest rose and fell with panted breath. His pants were bunched around his ankles and he head was thrown back in pleasure.

You loved looking at him like this.

“Do you wanna put it in your mouth?” His fingers carded through your hair gently.

“It won’t fit,” you giggled. He gasped when you circled your hand over the tip of him.

“You don’t have to take it all just- fuck - just the tip.”

You didn’t answer him, just poked your tongue out to lap experimentally at the head of his aching length. “A-ah, shit,” he groaned. You parted your lips and took as much of him in your mouth as you could, gagging slightly when he hit the back of your throat.

“Not so much,” he coaxed you back up a little so you were more comfortable. “There, just like that.” You circled your tongue around him and bobbed your head gently, enjoying the groans you were dragging out of him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “You’re such a good girl.”

That’s exactly what you were and what you always wanted to be.

Ominis Gaunt’s good girl.

Could I request a list of only Ominis’ headcannons??? Please?

YES YOU CAN I LOVE HIM

Ominis Gaunt Headcanons!

The sweetest most gentle soul ever

Even if he has his wand, he always appreciates you "guiding" him around

Grab his hand in the halls and gently pull him around

He knows where he's going, he just wants your touch all the time

Sleepy boy!

Cuddle him, hold his hand, sit with him in class and he's immediately falling asleep

Sleeping next to you makes him feel safe

He's very romantic! Brings you flowers, chocolates, jewelry, new robes, etc

(It's not like he doesn't have the money LOL)

Sugar daddy basically (but not in a gross way)

You go to hogsmeade together and the first thing he asks is if you want anything

He has such a sweet tooth!! Buy him stuff from honeydukes and he'll love you for the rest of your life

Or if you're a Hufflepuff, sneak him food from the kitchens!

Pda isn't really his thing, but hand holding or a gentle hand on his shoulder will have him blushing to his ears

Like in class, you gently put your hand on his to help him with something

He has a charm that will turn his pages to braile, but sometimes he still struggles because he can't exactly *see* what he's doing

Especially in potions, that's his worst class because he can't see what color his potion is

But you help him with his studies!

His favorite thing is your voice.

Read to him please! Read him books and novels from the library

Sit in the undercroft with his head in your lap and quietly read him any book of his choice

Or you can do other things in the undercroft!

Like spell practice! Tell him how you perfected a recent spell, like accio

Use accio on him, or his tie

PULL HIM IN FOR A KISS THAT WAY???

shocks him at first but you tell him what you're doing and ask if it's ok beforehand

Afterwards he literally flushes from his neck to his ears and down to his d

Anyways he thinks it's really hot

He's so sweet with you and gets really worried when you come back to the castle hurt after a mission or assignment

(Or if you go out in general)

always concerned for your safety because he's so worried about the dark magic he knows you deal with

Hearing sebastian cast crucio on you was one of the worst things he ever had to listen to

Tries so hard not to cry because he knows the pain that you had to go through

Runs over and holds you afterwards, gives you wiggenweld

Immediately after you get out of the scriptorium he's holding you and ranting about how he hates dark magic and saying how much he hates hearing you in pain

You talk him through it and hold him in your arms in the undercroft

He just a 10/10 boyfriend, Ominis loves you so much and is the most kind-hearted and loving man you'll ever meet

A/n- I love him so much RAHHHH

Team Ominis :3 bibi