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hollowwrites · 5 months

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Blindsided

Ominis x MC

Part 15

Summary - Ominis has become sick of Sebastian’s possession of the dorm room and has temporarily moved into the Undercroft. Finally…some privacy…

Again feel free to swap Evelyn with MC or Y/N

Warnings - 🌶️ Fingering, Female masturbation, Mild Choking, Biting, Praise Kink (If you squint) the word gusset (I know some people hate it) all characters aged up 18+

Sorry if this seems really awkward. I personally hate smut that is written just a bit too smoothly. If I’m writing two people’s first time…it’s going to be awkward and slow. Sorry if that’s not what you’re into. Fair play to people who wrote smut I am deffo a fluff gal. Sorry if this is bad. No one look at me!!!

Word Count - 6173

“Thought I’d find you here”

Ominis raised his head as though it weighed a tonne when he heard Evelyn walk into the Undercroft.

As normal when Ominis occupied the space, a faint piano could be heard from somewhere within the cluttered room. The smell of tea filled the cavernous space and the singular large chair he favoured had been pulled into a more central position, as though he were looking over the Triptych like a window.

Obviously he wasn’t.

But none of that really registered with Evelyn.

What concerned her currently was the way he flinched when she entered. Like she’d startled him.

“Hmmm, were you looking for me?” He asked lazily pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh…only all my life” she whispered scared to shatter the peaceful ambiance he had created.

He exhaled a laugh as she approached him her hands finding his shoulders and kneading softly into the harsh panels of his shoulder blades.

It had been a few weeks since the last trial and Sebastians attempts to try and solve the Mystery of the spider egg had been fruitless. It had gotten to be a bit too much, the boys dorm now covered in silk and arachnids from his initial attempts to solve its puzzle…Arachnids or Acromantulas, they’re weren’t entirely sure.

But all Sebastian was left with was an empty room full of spiders and an exasperated friend sick of pulling webbing from his hair.

Each night he attempted to resolve it but so far to no avail. And finally, after weeks of arachnid related torture, Sebastian finally asked everyone for help.

Ominis agreed, of course, on the condition that he would not be returning to the dorms until the trail was done. And only after every last eight legged demon had been purged from the halls.

So for now he resided in the Undercroft, a makeshift bed tucked under the Triptych, all blankets and pillows and no mattress.

Not that it was unusual for Ominis to sleep soundly in uncomfortable locations.

“Did I startle you? That’s very unlike you” Evelyn mused, softly digging into his shoulders. A long exhausted moan left his lips and his eyes closed slowly as she did.

“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention…I haven’t been sleeping” Evelyn opened her mouth to fuss, to ask the inevitable string of questions she usually did upon hearing that. He waved her off dismissively “Don’t worry not nightmares…been trying to figure out the next trial for Sebastian”

“I see…” her hands reached a standstill at the apex of his shoulders and as she did, he reached up, soothingly, brushing across her knuckles until a familiar dull poking, pricked his fingertips.

He smiled wistfully.

”You’re wearing my ring” he said mutedly

“Of course I am…It’s beautiful”

“You don’t have to…” he adds, though in a much quieter voice; not quite a whisper, but close.

“I know I don’t have to…but you gave it to me. It means something” she replied in kind, her tone matching his. Filled with love and adoration.

He smiles softly, taking her wrist between his fingers and pulling her around to his front. He rested his forehead against her stomach and sighed.

It was as though he was pulling her in for strength, using her warmth and affection to fuel him. And for what it was worth, it worked. He pulled away moments later, a charming albeit lopsided smile on his face. He rose from his chair, taking her hand effortlessly and looped his arm around her waist.

“Dance with me…” he demanded in a soft tone

“Is that how you ask?” He had already spun her around slowly, bringing her back to his chest as she said this. The smile on her face oozed into her words making her argument…completely moot.

“Oh…I apologise profusely” he said sounding not the least bit sorry. He took one long step backwards, heels clicking together as he bowed deeply. Somehow, his eyes never left hers…

“Please…” the word was lithe as it slithered from his lips and into her ears, sending a shiver down her spine. He chuckled before continuing; “May I have this dance?”

“Hmm…” she took a step forward as he rose back to his towering height. “Do I have a choice?”

“I’m afraid not, dear”

Despite his words, and despite the distinct almost predatory look in his eyes…he extended a hand to her.

The slight twitch of his fingers commanded her attention, and though she would never deny him, there was a pull towards him. Like destiny…or fate.

If one believes in such things.

She took his hand, though her fingers glided along his palm, wrist and forearm up to his shoulder as she tucked herself into him. She wanted to tell him to wipe the smirk of his face, but something about the curl of his lip…the smallest display of teeth as his smirk grew wider…

He looked…

…happy.

The eagerness at which he grabbed her waist was queue enough for Evelyn. She took his other hand gently in hers whilst his arm pulled impossibly closer. It had hooked itself just below her ribs and with his domineering height, pulled her almost off the floor entirely. She giggled softly, her toes the only thing keeping her grounded as their chests met.

Slowly, and with a more intimate nature than he showed her in the Common Room, he lead her across the desolate chamber.

Every now and then, he would stop to kiss her hand. Each time he paused, the kiss became less and less chivalrous.

First it was her hand, then her cheek, then his head stooped low so they could dance cheek to cheek.

And suddenly, he was nuzzling her neck, his nose drawing long arduous lines across her jaw.

Ominis took in a deep breath; her scent fuelling him further and made his eyes go glassy.

He strode forward, dipping her low causing her head to tilt back as he held her horizontal to the floor.

His hand splayed supportively across the small of her back, thumb stroking across her waist. His warm breath ghosted across her neck.

The sharp inhale from her lips snapped him out of his reverie. He gently shook his head and pulled her back to her feet, his hands sturdy as they held onto her waist just a touch too tightly.

His eyes remained fixed on her and unlike the usual calm pools she’d gaze lovingly into…

Two darkening wells stared back at her.

”How is it you never seem to fumble for my hands? You always seem to know exactly where I am….no matter what” she shifted uncomfortably under his direct eye contact.

She did want to know…it was a question she had on her mind for the longest time. But right now she just needed to move his gaze.

It wasn’t like he made her uncomfortable. It was the way he looked at her.

As she swayed, so did he.

As she leaned in closer, so did he.

It was one of an embarrassingly long list of things he did that caused her stomach to twist and turn.

And it was like he knew that too.

The look of calm and content happiness faded with the blink of an eye, replaced with this twinkle she rarely saw in Ominis.

She saw it almost daily in Garreth and Sebastian…but Ominis?

His devious nature wound the knot forming, tighter.

What is he concocting?

“Honestly?…” He started “…I’m not sure. Best I can come up with is my magic advances my sense of Proprioception, past what a normal person has”

“Pre…prop…what?” Evelyn tilted her head and he mimicked her, almost like he was proving a point.

“Proprioception…” he chuckled and the twinkle in his eye flared once more. “…let me show you”

He stepped away from her, his long fingers reaching up to undo the knot of his tie.

The last thing she saw before he wrapped the soft, silken material around her eyes was his wide, devilish smirk.

“Can you see?” He asked, amusement heavy in his voice.

“Not a great deal…” she muttered and lifted the tie slightly to peer at him. He paced back and forth in front of her before he disappeared just off to her right and behind her.

“No cheating…” Ominis scolded softly, plucking her wrist away from her body and keeping it there, letting the silken blindfold fall back to place.

“Do you see how you know where your arm is despite not seeing it?” He twirled her around as he had in the dance before and she gasped.

This is what he experienced on a daily basis and she can’t handle it for less than a minute.

It drove her insane.

She trusted him implicitly but the idea of him being in completely control of her in that moment…

…her stomach suddenly felt hollow and her lungs empty.

“That’s Proprioception, the sense of knowing where your body is in relation to itself” he let her arm fall back down to her side but not before kissing this inside of her wrist. She gasped again listening intently to the click of his heel against the stone as he started to circle her.

”Mine is just a little stronger. It extends beyond myself…things around me. So I can see you in front of me and so long as you don’t move…” he was silent for a beat, her breath catching when his voice was suddenly right next to her ear “…too quickly…I know where you are. What you’re doing…”

His words felt heavy as though they carried more meaning than a simple explanation of his abilities.

“I can focus it too like duelling. It’s much stronger if I have my wand” he continued casually, like the breathe upon her neck and his words weren’t setting her stomach ablaze.

He had to know.

He knew everything else

“I…see” she muttered shakily, her hands twitching to remove the blindfold. Once again, he caught her fingers, entwining them with his own, his chest flush with her back. He held their combined hands against her stomach whilst he pulled her hair from her shoulder. His finger danced across her skin as he did so.

She took in a sharp intake of air through her mouth, her lips seemed constantly parted as though she anticipated him kissing her.

Maybe it was wishful thinking.

He remained stationed behind her, his hand falling to her waist, feeling the steadily increasing rise and fall of her breathing against her ribs. His breath was warm against her neck and she could feel his lips against her ear as he breathed.

But…Ominis was a gentleman. And so released her, rather abruptly, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know…” she whispered, a devious plan forming as she pulled the tie from her eyes.

He was showing marvellous levels of restraint.

Restraint she no longer had

Because of him…

“…‘Mystery Man’ still hasn’t asked me to the ball”

“Oh I know…” he grumbled, his voice low and strained.

“It’s starting to feel a little like no one wants to go with me” she sighed overly dramatically and took a step closer to him. His eyes went wide when he felt her getting nearer and nearer…until he could feel the heat of her chest against his.

He chuckled heavily.

“I don’t know. There was that Durmstrang…” he brushed some hair behind her ear, resisting every urge to pull at the strands and pull the noises he’d heard too few times. “…I think he learnt his lesson though. And there’s Prewett, but I think he knows better. It seems at least there’s some semblance of a brain between those ears”

Ominis laughed…darkly. It caused vibrations to emanate through both of their chests and he pulled away to ‘gaze’ down at her.

“I wonder why no one has asked me?” She pondered putting on the most saccharin, overly innocent tone.

“Probably because…” he growled out pushing forward slightly so their noses almost touched. He took in a calm breath “…they know you’re mine…”

“Have you staked your claim on me?” She whispered back, lips dangerously close to his to the point they brushed delicately against the full flesh of his bottom lip. “Because I don’t remember you asking…”

“I don’t need to ask…no one will take what is mine” his voice like music dancing it’s way across her skin but it sounded almost painful. The restraint he currently showed was…waning. “…I may no longer be a part of that family but…Gaunts are known for being quite possessive” His fingers brushed up her arms to cup her face, his fingers trembling against her cheek.

“Yes…of artifacts and trinkets…not really people”

“I’ve just found a different kind of treasure I wish to hoard away for myself”

“Stop…” she said sternly but playfully “Flattery will get you no where”

“Won’t it? Then why is that hummingbird of a heart of yours rattling agaisnt its cage” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Ominis…”

“Yes?”

“Kiss me…”

“I…I can’t…” he groaned his hands dropping to her waist, fingernails digging into flesh there as though he was physically keeping himself back

“You need to get off me before I do something…” his voice trailed off, low and husky. And filled with an emotion she’d not heard from him much before. He sounded…embarrassed

“What if I want you to do something?” She urged trying to sound level headed and calm, though she sounded whiney and needy as the words came from her lips.

His head dropped to her shoulder, as it often did when he sought comfort. His lips remained a breath away from her neck, trembling at the temptation to just sink his teeth in.

But that was selfish.

And that’s what he wanted.

He wanted to make her happy. Make her feel loved. Make her feel…

“I don’t know what I’m doing…” he confessed against her skin.

“Nor do I…” she whispered back, her hand reaching up to trace tiny intricate patterns across his back. She hoped they were talking about the same thing, she hoped he wanted this to.

She hoped she wasn’t making a fool of herself…

“It’s not that simple” he sighed and rested his full weight against her shoulder. “You can see. You’ll know when you’re…doing something I like. And there’s only so much books can teach someone with my…disadvantage” his face buried further into to her neck and hair. Like he was trying to hide away.

“Do you have any idea how frustrating, how much it pains me, to have you within inches of me and all I can do…is this?”

This was strange.

Normally he was quite confident with his abilities. Not moments ago he showed off how he saw the world around him with almost arrogant levels of confidence. Most of the time she forgot he was even blind, with how capable and independent he was.

But maybe this all felt a bit much. A bit too real.

Then suddenly she felt guilty for trying to coax him further.

“We don’t have to go any further than y-“ she started before his head snapped back up to look down at her, shaking his head over and over.

“No no no no no that’s not what I’m…I definitely do. If you do that is. I’m just…apprehensive” he tripped and stumbled over his words, trying to get her to understand his unique predicament.

Then her mind spiralled to how she had helped him in the past, how she’d taught him Herbology and Potions techniques, shown him the texture of materials, guided his hand when he needed it.

And her heart sank as an idea formed in her mind.

“Ominis, Do you want to try…being intimate…with me?” She asked shakily, her hands snaking up his arm to cup his cheeks, imploring that he listen to her. Thank Merlin he was blind, or perhaps her cheeks may have blinded him with how hot they were glowing.

“Desperately…” A dry, humourless laugh left him “…it’s practically all I have thought about since the First Trail…but”

“But…” she interrupted “…I have an idea”

She took a step away from him, his head quirked curiously to the right as he sought her out. It wouldn’t take him long, her fingers gently took his and she pulled him towards the armchair he normally resided in.

“Do you remember that Divination assignment? The palm reading?” She asked gently taking his hand and absentmindedly tracing over the lines on his hand. As she did he muttered softly to himself…

“Heart Line…Life Line…Fate line…”

He recited with perfect accuracy, though that lesson was weeks ago.

Then everything clicked and his cheeks burned hotter than he’d ever felt. Or that she’d ever seen.

“Are you…suggesting you can…show me how to…” Ominis’ words were careful and calculated. He’d come this far, he wasn’t ruining everything on a simple misunderstanding.

“It’s what other couples do…” She reasoned, suddenly feeling dirty or sordid for even thinking such a thing “…Only their method is trail and error and ours would just be a little more-”

“…Hands on” he smirked.

Bastard…how is he always so…so…

“Ugh…” Evelyn groans pulling her hand away from his palm and covering her face. “…It’s all just so unromantic now I think about it” she muffled from the sanctuary behind her hands.

“Oh don’t worry…” his long fingers looped around her wrists pulling them away and to her side. He took a step closer to her, his head bowed low to meet her gaze if she wished “…I have romance covered. That’s not what I’m worried about. I just need to know you’re okay with this”

As he spoke, his thumb drew tiny circles across her palm. It was almost as though they were dancing again.

“I am…” she breathed.

The smile he then wore was unlike any she had seen before. It had a softness to it initially. Like he was pleased she trusted him and she couldn’t help but mirror it. But then the longer they stood there, swaying slightly, the harder it grew. An edge to lips she hadn’t even seen when he’d pushed her against his bed.

And whereas last time there was a nervous, sickly feeling in her gut, now there was just…need.

Want.

He spun her again as he had earlier though instead of pulling her back to the exact same position, this time he pulled her so her back pressed against his chest.

“I’m so glad you suggested this, Evelyn.” He murmured over the shell of her ear, his fingers combing the hair from one side of her neck to the other.

“I am a fast learner. I’ve already learned what you like and what you don’t like…” she could feel his breath against her neck as he whispered down to her, his cheek nuzzling against the side of her face.

“For example…”

The smug smirk that tugged at his lips was so blatant in his voice.

And before Evelyn could question him, or combat him or flirt back gently as she usually would…

His teeth dug into the flesh of her neck, just below her ear.

She bit into her lip to stop the gasp from ripping from her. But he must have known. Must’ve heard the restraint in the hitch of her breath, or the way her shoulder squared in his arms. Because his teeth pulled back and he lapped against the divots he left behind. He licked broadly up her neck to her earlobe, making her shiver. And once again his teeth were against her as he grinned.

“Don’t silence yourself…please” he purred “I need to hear you. I need to know…”

“I understa-aaah!” She choked out. His lips closed around her earlobe, suckling softly before letting it go.

“Good…” he praised and even that sent a shiver down her spine. “…you must tell me if you don’t like something…”

It felt a little like he was trying to demonstrate what he meant. Like the next thing he did, he almost expected her to say no.

But she didn’t…

And she wanted more.

His fingers came up from her waist to undo the bow around her collar. When it fell away, he tossed it to the side like it offended him. Like he had some sort of vendetta against anything that kept him from her.

Then his hands were everywhere again. One tugged at the collar he had freed whilst the other moved towards the buttons of her blouse, again freeing more of her soft flesh for him to devour.

The moment her shoulder was available his lips found it, mapping across her skin.

And she was fine for the moment.

Her breathing fast and shallow as she enjoyed his attentions but she was fine.

Calm.

Collected.

Then his lips brushed over the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder and she gasped under her breath. A tiny soft sigh of pleasure that not even she was certain she made.

But he heard…

And in response his teeth dug harshly into the muscle. And she crumpled and fell against him with a loud and needy whimper.

She felt him grin, though his teeth still sunk in. Then his cheeks hollowed and the pressure against her neck felt divine.

“Ominis…” she whimpered and pressed against him.

“Too much?” he murmured as his lips left her neck with a sinful pop.

“Not enough…” Evelyn murmured, barely able to get the words out before his teeth were on her again.

Everything ramped up.

The pressure at her neck, the speed of his fingers on her blouse. Not even he could keep up with himself as he ripped a button from the fabric, pulling it from her shoulder.

The button pinging off and cascading to the floor broke something in Ominis and he groaned.

Deep and guttural from his chest.

She felt it vibrate through her back, arching against him to feel more.

That’s when her leg stumbled back and she felt a hardened bulge press against her rear.

The tiniest amount of friction that must have put against him caused him to growl, his fingernails digging into the flesh of her stomach as his hands started to explore under her shirt.

She inhaled sharply.

And her hand flew to her wand, tucked haphazardly in her waistband, directing it towards the Undercrofts entrance.

“Colloportus” she whimpered and the light at the tip of her wand fizzled out.

Ominis’ tore himself from her neck with a groan.

“What are you doing?” He asked but his voice was heavy, husky, heady.

“I’m not having a repeat of last time…” she murmured, staring at her wand in confusion. She shook her wrist and tried again…

…as Ominis’ hand drifted lower, his fingertips delving just under her waistband.

“Collo-portus” she gasped once again the spell failing as she muttered the incantation incorrectly.

Ominis just laughed besides her ear.

“Am I rendering you speechless? Powerless?” He purred, his other hand wrapping around her.

That hand hadn’t yet touched her skin. It had remained somewhat reserved, tugging at her clothes. So when it graced the skin of her chest it was significantly cooler than his other, forcing a gasp from her lips and her skin to pucker and tingle with goosebumps.

“You’re…” she started with a flash of venom in her voice, wanting to be frustrated at him. “…just stop a second. Let me lock the gates…” she breathed.

He chuckled darkly and removed his hands from her holding them up in surrender.

“Apologies, my love.”

“You’re not sorry…” she muttered and shrugged her blouse back over her shoulder, approaching the gate with a death glare.

She tried several times to lock the gates to no avail. Her hands kept shaking, her voice breaking. And just as she was about to give up and do it the ‘old fashioned muggle way’, the mechanisms in the gate forced themselves closed with a heavy ‘clunk’.

When she turned, Ominis was sat casually in his armchair, wand extended to the gate with a smarmy grin on his lips.

She approached once again muttering under her breath.

“Shut up…”

“Oh don’t be like that…” he crooned smoothly “…I like that I’ve affected you in such a way.”

His wand twirled between his fingers as she approached and she stood before him, pouting rather obviously. He simply chuckled and tapped his lap.

“Sit…”

His commanding tone sent a shiver up her spine and her knees buckled, bending to perch upon his thigh, despite her bratty and frustrated disposition.

His arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her back again, flush to his chest. His other hand lifted her knee to rest upon his, repeating the process for her other leg as he slipped it over his own.

Then as he spread his own legs, pulling and parting her along too, a startled little mewl left her.

“Tell me to stop…” he whispered against her ear, his hand stilling against her waist

“I don’t want you to…” she breathed shakily, arching into him and once again feeling that pulsing heat pressing into her.

“You’re shaking…” he stated as though it were a reason for him to cease his tormenting.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing”

“Oh I know…” he smirked against her neck. “…I just wanted to hear you admit it”

He knew he was probably being overconfident. But that’s what Ominis did best. He was blessed with a silver tongue and so he would use it.

So far it was working.

Each gruff grumble from his lips sent a wave of goosebumps over her skin, and his fingers followed.

She shivered and this time they prickled along her stomach where his fingers lay dormant. It shot a pulse through him, his fingers twitching back to life to explore her.

Feel her.

He was learning so much.

He already knew about the scar across her waist, he thought perhaps she would flinch when his digits brushed across them but…she was moaning again.

Her marred skin was…sensitive.

So very…very sensitive.

Then he recalled she had another. Another Sebastian had given her deep in that Scriptorium across her heart.

What a perfect excuse to test his hypothesis.

He bought his hand up and over her clothed breasts, that simple act itself causing her to shudder and whine.

So what would happen if I did this?

His middle finger traced over the swirling pattern at her chest and once again a wave of goosebumps puckered beneath him.

For a second, he almost regretted asking her to be more vocal.

Her constant shallow breath filled his ears. Her soft sighs, and whimpers were more distracting than he assumed they would be

But, oh, how those noises were heavenly.

And thankfully, he found his body acting on instinct, no matter how distracting she had become.

His hands roamed, explored, squeezed, touched…delving to places he had never dreamed of finding on her.

Mapping curves and valleys of hers he’d only ever fantasised about.

When his fingers breached the soft lacey material of her bralette, she stayed silent.

She bit into her bottom lip to try and ease her need for him. Because this was too much. How had he not even touched her and yet she was a pooled and sodden mess.

Ominis mistook her silence for displeasure, and moved further in.

The books certainly hadn’t covered this. The few points of research detailed many erogenous zones across a woman. And though he wasn’t idiotic enough to think all women were the same, most books, most erotic novels he had read said the same.

So, purely for academic purposes, he gripped her just a little bit harder.

And was rewarded with the most beautiful and sinful whimper he had heard. With that very moan came another wave of goosebumps that he greedily followed. Like her very skin was speaking to him.

Ominis squeezed again, the soft flesh of her breast spilling out between his fingers as her manhandled her in the very best of ways.

He kneaded her, much for his own pleasure as for hers, and when he felt the tiny puckered nub between his fingers, he squeezed again.

Another sharp whine pulled from Evelyn’s chest. He felt it vibrate along her chest and for a second he was enthralled.

He copied that same action, kneading and squeezing and stroking, pinching her hardening peak near his knuckle.

Only his other hand reached up to her chest. Where he’d felt that vibration.

And with every gasp and murmur and coo he felt it.

So he chased it, rumbling up her chest to her neck where it was strongest before it left her lips.

“Ominis…” she muttered as her head rolled back onto his shoulder.

“I can move my hand if you want…” he spoke, somewhat strained after he realised his fingers wrapped around her throat.

“I…like it” she whispered, somewhat shamefully.

But Ominis was well past the point of caring. He’d built such a strong image in his head of her splayed across him, keening and mewling for more. For him.

And he had the luxury of hearing, truly hearing, everything he was doing to her. Perhaps he was better off…

His fingers tightened only slightly against her throat, feeling for each rumble of a moan his other hand was causing her.

Then his mouth followed in his hands stead.

Nipping, sucking, tasting every inch of her neck that he could access, the soft and gentle tugging of her flesh turned her to putty in his arms.

It was almost like he’d caught a nerve and her whole body squirmed with a moan. And she pressed deliciously against the painful throbbing in his groin.

He hissed at the sensation, both foreign and familiar to him.

And in that moment he realised she was learning just as much about him as he was her.

Because she did it again.

On purpose.

And as he gasped, he relinquished the hold his teeth had on her shoulder, panting against the wet skin of her neck.

So she did it again, rubbing herself across the length that was forced down his trouser leg, thanking every god there was that multiple layers of clothing were between them. Lest she be confronted with the slick she most definitely would leave upon his leg.

He gasped again, croakier and huskier than before.

And she laughed. A low seductive little laugh that triggered something in Ominis.

“Show me…” he demanded with a growl, snatching her wrist up and dragging it to her opened legs.

Perhaps she was a little too eager. He’d spent the past…Merlin knows how long, teasing her and her body ached. Her stomach had twisted and tightened with a desire she’d never felt before. Even when she was alone.

So she fumbled with his hand in hers, his other still tweaking and kneading at her soft mounds.

He ghosted over hers, softly, delicately copying her movements as she pulled her underwear to the side.

Then his hand left, straying to the fabric of her skirt, bunched around her hips.

“This is long enough, isn’t it?” He inquired flatly.

“Er…it’s comes to my knee why do you-“

Then he tore into her underwear, ripping along the gusset and exposing her completely. Whether he knew it or not, his knuckle dragged over her centre as he did and she twitched at the new feeling of someone else touching her so intimately.

“This will be hard enough without things getting in the way” his voice resonated from behind her, his chest vibrating against her back.

That was…understandable. And she would be lying to herself if the act of Ominis ripping her underwear from her didn’t turn her into a living puddle.

And it was getting ridiculous how long this had gone on for. So she snatched his hand from the hem of her skirt and positioned him over her again.

His hand mirrored hers the whole way. Like there was a second delay to everything she was doing.

Though when her finger dipped between her folds, and his shortly followed, he snatched his hand away in an instant, bolting straight upright. His finger and thumb rubbed together feeling her slick desire on his finger and his breath caught in his throat.

“You’re…” he held a note on his throat like he couldn’t think of the correct word. The appropriate word.

“…so…” he gulped and swallowed thickly, the bob of his throat brushing against her shoulder

“…wet…”

And whilst he was struggling to think of words, Evelyn was struggling to not run her finger along herself like she knew she liked.

“For you…” she murmured on an exhale.

Ominis could feel himself twitching against her rear and again something snapped within him.

His arm scooped her up around her waist, pulling her closer and tighter to his chest.

“Show me…” he growled once more in her ear before his teeth attacked her neck once again.

His finger ghosted over hers again, shaking as they dipped into that pooling well of want.

Her fingers twitched back into action, immediately finding that bundle of nerves at the top that made her toes curl.

And made Ominis’ head spin.

Whether it was his hearing, how well they knew each other, or how quickly he picked things up when explained properly, he didn’t know. But soon he got the idea of what she wanted. And she was going too quickly for his liking.

He could feel her winding and coiling like a spring in his lap, her panting little breaths filling the air and his name tumbling from her lips. She writhed and whimpered on top of him.

Then suddenly his mind filled with fabrications of himself being deep inside of her, those same noises tumbling from her. That’s same warmth he could feel radiating on his finger, surrounding him. And his brain went foggy and instinct kicked in again.

Just as she reached and clambered for that peak.

And her thighs clamped closed for that little friction she knew would push her over the edge.

He ruined it.

All at once it was torn from her as long boney fingers dug into the softness of her thighs, pinning her eager hand to the side and spreading her legs once again.

She could’ve killed him.

“Keep. Them. Open.” he spat through his teeth, moving his leg to pin her ankles behind his calves. She gave a few tester pulls, desperate for any form of friction as she felt that heat slowly dying between her legs.

She couldn’t move.

And her breath stuttered and whimpered needily. She was about to cuss him, turning and demanding he continue before that knot tied itself back up again.

But Ominis had other ideas. Ideas that perhaps right now she wouldn’t appreciate but future her would.

His fingers trailed over her core mapping every fold and divot. Easily. He slid in between over and over, delighting in every time his finger circled that nub that sent her shivering.

Then his finger slipped down, deep, entering her slowly. Carefully.

He almost felt bad for a second. The noise that left her. It sounded pained. But he pulled from her and that same needy mewling spilled from her until he did it again, her back arching into him. And this time it wasn’t so pained, more of an anguished sigh of relief.

It was…delicious.

Every sinful sound from her lips and each soaked ripple between her legs. He was simply exploring yet to her it was everything.

Him feeling her

Him pleasuring her

Him filling her.

With each pump of his finger she felt that knot loosening once more and when his other hand joined his first, rolling tiny circles over her most sensitive spot…she halted.

She became undone.

That release so close to being hers.

And he knew it.

“Let me see…” he begged, his hand pulling from her and hovering just in front of her face, his thumb replacing his own absence with dexterous accuracy.

She pushed into his hand, not trusting her vocal cords to maintain a readable level. Imagine the Undercroft being discovered after centuries because she had moaned too loudly.

His fingers drifted over her features, taking in the small knot of exquisite ecstasy on her brow. The heat from her cheeks. Her swollen, plump lips from her own teeth.

And as his finger ghosted her lips she took it into her mouth, tasting her own desire faintly on his finger. Not that, that’s why. She just needed something to mute her…

Practically crying into his ear, her head lulled back as she mumbled his name through her own teeth clamped around his fingers.

A comfortable warm silence fell over them as she slowly recovered, the white spots of her vision fading. Only then was she aware of the gentle kisses he placed along her neck.

“Why…” she panted “…are you so good at everything you choose to do?”

He chuckled, deep and low.

“I had an excellent albeit impatient teacher”

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An Unbeleafable day

Ominis x MC

Summary - Ominis' day goes from bad to worse after realising his worst subjects are occupied by a certain new fifth year

Warnings - Mentions of Ominis past and Evelyns past (Her mother has passed) other than that just another PINEFEST!

Word Count - 4039

Are you being serious?

Herbology…followed directly by Potions.

This had to be some sort of sick joke.

Ominis groaned, pushing the tip of his wand into the parchment his schedule was written on, harder than needed, hoping somehow his wand had misinterpreted it…or that he could change it with sheer will.

“It won’t be that bad” Sebastian offered pulling his robe off haphazardly upon entering the thick humid environment of the Greenhouses.

Sebastians’ interest in Herbology and Potions directly correlated with Annes’ curse. The fairer Sallow was always the one interested in Potions…and the red headed trouble maker that came along with it. But since her absence, Sebastian took over, both to make notes for her and to see if perhaps there was something he’d overlooked in search for a cure.

So far nothing but Shrivel-figs had peaked his interested.

Ominis on the other hand, hated both.

No one but Sebastian seemed to understand these subjects were difficult for those not gifted with sight. How was he expected to know if the leaves of a Venomous Tentacula were wilting if he couldn’t see them? And feeling them was out of the question. He refused to lose yet another sense because his fingers were bitten off by a plant.

Last year, the cursed subjects occupied two separate days so at least his torment was spread thin. But maybe this way he could get both out of the way for the week? Who knows. All he did know was the heady smell of soil and thick atmosphere immediately gave him a headache, and a deep frown set upon his features.

“It will be exactly as bad as I am imagining it” Ominis grumbled leaning against Sebastians’ station as they chatted idly waiting for the Professor to start the class.

Professor Garlick was busy fussing around the room before class, speaking with the various students whose aptitude for the subject was clear. Ominis could hear her talking across the room to a group of students, giddily chirping about extra credit and the different types of flora available to them in their later school years. He surmised that the Professor was showing off these plants because the sudden overwhelming stench of onion hit his nostrils.

“What’s that smell? Is she growing Pungous Onion again?” He complained yet again as the strong odour made his head throb and his stomach churn. Too many noises and too many smells overwhelmed him. He felt a thin sheen of sweat across the back of his neck and he too threw his robes across the station. He heard Sebastian chuckle causing his frown to deepen further.

"It's really not that bad, Ominis." He chuckled and took the schedule from Ominis’ fist "Then again, if this means I have to listen to you whine the whole day, it will be rather awful."

“I whine everyday…I thought you’d be used to it by now” Ominis smirked…

Then…the air in the greenhouse suddenly cleared. And all Ominis could smell was Roses.

He thought perhaps this added note in the orchestra of goings on would tip him over the edge…but he found it…grounding. Sweet and Subtle. Floral and soft.

This same Rose was the one he thought he could smell in the Common Room on their first day back. The Rose that hung around the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom and brushed past him in the corridors.

And the same Rose that followed him around Hogsmeade. The very same floral scent that clung somewhat to his robes where she held his arm. When he was there with Evelyn

She was his rose.

No!

The Rose. Not his.

Ominis shook his head clearing his mind of the trajectory his mind had spiralled. And so quickly at that. He felt his face flush and he prayed either Sebastian wouldn’t notice or he’d chalk it up to the humidity in the room.

Though what Ominis hadn’t noticed was the wistful way in which he sought her out. His eyes seemingly trying to seek her without his knowledge or the ability. A soft almost dreamlike smile settled on his upturned lips

“I thought you said today was going to be awful?” Sebastian said smugly from behind Ominis. “How about you take my station today? I’m feeling a little exposed out here in the open…” he teased taking a few steps back and occupying the space Ominis usually sulked in.

“Why have yo-“ Ominis started before being interrupted by the irritatingly shrill voice of Professor Garlick.

“Class, please welcome the newest Rose in our garden, Evelyn Hollow”

Ha, if only you knew.

Ominis couldn’t stop the singular breathy laugh that left him as he exhaled.

“We do look forward to growing together” Garlick chirped and gestured forward for Evelyn to take up the free station…next to Ominis.

“Hello again, stranger” Evelyn said in a hushed tone somewhere below Ominis, not to disturb the little pun filled speech the Professor had started.

“Ah, if it isn’t the Hero of Hogsmeade” Ominis smirked, lifting his wand from the table to see her, the best he could.

Why do I want to see her?

“You know…” he continued desperate to not linger on his thoughts for too long “…there is such a thing as trying too hard”

“It’s not my fault I’m naturally talented at dispatching trolls” she teased right back, and stayed within inches of him, peaking out past his arm towards the Professor.

“Now, then. Today we will be acquainting ourselves with the mellifluous tuber known as the Mandrake Root”

Oh Wonderful…

Ominis must have stiffened quite visibly because Evelyn reached her hand around his arm and squeezed. He peered down at her and smiled lopsidedly.

“What’s wrong?” She whispered as Garlick continued to explain the lesson plan.

“Nothing…” he started before turning away to peer towards the pot that had plonked itself in front of them. He could hear the muffled cooing of the mandrake happy within its soil, and the angry irritated squirming of the one in front of Evelyn. “They scream bloody murder when they’re out of the soil” he explained “…can kill you if they’re old enough. Or worse, deafen you”

Looking into his pale, almost grey eyes she understood his sudden fear. Not being able to see must be one thing but suddenly losing your hearing must be another.

“…First, let’s protect our ears” Garlick continued. Evelyn watched as everyone pushed the small wad of cotton into their ears. Ominis too, though he looked distinctly uncomfortable.

Without really thinking, she reached out for his hand and squeezed before he placed the second cotton ball in his ear.

“I’m here…” she smiled. Though he couldn’t see it, her heard it in the way her voice softened. He squeezed her hand back…it was, again, oddly grounding.

“Thank you”

When Evelyn pulled her bulbous mandrake from its pot she instantly released his hand and clutched her ear.

Bloody hell, he wasn’t wrong.

She quickly threw it into the larger pot provided. Though it was bigger than its original pot, it still didn’t seem like it would have much room to grow. It was huge in comparison to the others, she noted as she looked around, absentmindedly patting the soil over the top of her plant baby.

Only a single mandrake remained screaming and it came directly from her right.

She looked over at Ominis, his face twisted into anger and disgust. He couldn’t help but snarl, his wand between his teeth and head tilted so it was pointed towards the mandrake. He struggled to hold the wriggling and screaming Root whilst his other hand patted and fumbled for the new pot.

Evelyn pushed it towards his hand, looping her fingers around his wrist and helping him guide the crying creature into its new home.

The moment it’s ‘feet’ touched the soil it ceased its whining and crying and began humming in their hands, content.

“Thank you” Ominis murmured, barely hearing himself over the cotton…and ringing in his ears.

“My pleasure. Anything to stop that god awful sound” she breathed, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“I’m sorry.” He said through his teeth, his wand still firmly between his lips. He spat it out and held it as normal, vaguely pointing it in her direction “Usually I’m quite dexterous on my own, all things considered…” he chuckled “…but with no eyesight, no hearing, my wand not exactly in its correct positioning and both hands full-“

“You don’t need to explain.” She said irritatingly “Seems rather unfair to make you do these sorts of tasks”

“Well…I don’t want special treatment…But…” he smirked “I should think Professor Garlick would be more careful with her mandrakes. Yours was positively itching to get out of that pot”

“It was rather large wasn’t it?” Evelyn said in disbelief. The new student and the blind student given earmuffs and the largest mandrake? Just doesn’t seem very well thought out.

“I’m very sorry about that” Professor Garlick suddenly appeared between the two “Yours was a bit mature, I’m afraid.”

“A bit mature? I nearly went deaf” Evelyn muttered

Huh, this rose has thorns.

“Well, yes of course, the cry of a mature mandragora can be fatal. So remember to keep those ears protected” she chirped as though she had revealed an interesting little tidbit about a regular muggle plant. She trilled softly and turned to the rest of the class

“Now, for our next task, we’ll be planting Dittany at our potting tables” she skipped off around to the other side of the room leaving Evelyn staring in disbelief “I trust you all remember how from last year”

Evelyn’s jaw dropped then clenched in annoyance. She didn’t even know she was a witch last year. She didn’t even know witches existed last year.

“I’ll help you…” Ominis said reassuringly upon feeling the sudden wave of irritation next to him “…Or well, more accurately, we’ll help each other” Ominis smiled at the potting station but the tilt of his head indicated it was directed at her.

“Thank you…this lesson is a bit ridiculous” Evelyn huffed and he laughed. The beginning of the lesson he had the exact same attitude, now he found himself defending it. What changed?

“Professor Garlick can be a little…laissez-faire. She means well but…yes she’s very enthusiastic” he chuckled “Anyway, it’s simple enough. Dittany requires a small pot and the seed to be planted an inch into dry soil.”

“You know your stuff it seems”

“In theory…not very practical I’m afraid. Which is where you come in.” He said with a smarmy grin on his face.

“Ah…you’re using me for my eyes. I see…no pun intended”

“You do see…” he smirked “My problem is I can’t tell if I’m planting more than an inch in…” he peered into the pot as though he could see it, sticking his long finger into the dry soil.

“No no, too far” she giggled watching him pull his finger out and wiping the dirt from his finger with disgust.

Her eyes travelled over his long nimble fingers as he felt the consistency and dampness of the soil between them. Her gaze was drawn up his forearm by the flexing of the tendons in his wrist and the faint blue veins along his pale skin. A small constellation of moles peaked out from the rolls of his sleeve, along side the beginnings of what appeared to be a nasty looking scar. She forcibly peeled her eyes away.

Just because he’s blind doesn’t mean you can stare

“Here…” she forced out, blinking away thoughts of him. She took his hand, flattening out his fingers and traced from his fingertip down to the first joint of his finger “…That’s roughly an inch. There.” She tapped the inch mark a few times and looked up at him.

The sickly look on his features made her drop his hand immediately. He look strangled, almost in pain.

“Sorry…I forgot you don’t like people being near you. I should’ve asked I’m-“

“No no! You…you’re- I. I mean you…” he sighed angrily through his nose “I don’t mind…you touching me” he said pointedly. His words were soft but his tone suggested otherwise.

In actual fact, Ominis was just furious with himself.

Why can’t I get a word out?

Why is it I’m quick witted and silver tongued when it doesn’t matter?

Why do I care?

Evelyn simply retreated within herself. Maybe staring was better. Maybe living alone, a simple muggle life, was better than this twisting knot of uncertainty.

It did feel nice to feel like a teenager again though.

After her mother’s passing, Evelyn spent a year of her life alone. A fourteen year old forced to grow up beyond her years. So this petty little feeling of giddiness was welcome.

She looked back up at him and his stoic features. They’d softened exponentially, in fact he was smiling, feeling along his finger to the same point she had with his thumb.

As she opened her mouth to speak, to apologise, to fill the silence with…something, a shrill voice called out to her.

“Ah Evelyn…” Professor Garlick chirped and waved her hand for Evelyn to approach the front of the classroom. A tall scarlet haired boy stood sheepishly next to her, a shy smile on his face.

Evelyn looked back at Ominis, a faraway dazed look accompanied the soft smile still present on his face. He’s clearly focused, she thought deciding to give him the space that she had selfishly taken from him and walked to the front.

“Well Done!” Professor Garlick clapped happily as Evelyn approached. “Once it can be harvested, your Dittany will be ready to use in Wiggenweld Potion. I’ll let Professor Sharp tell you about that. Your next class is Potions, is it not?” Her eyes bulged as though she’d made some grave error in judgement.

“Er…Yes Professor”

“Ah good. And you Mr Prewett? Can I trust you to show our new Rose how well Herbology and Potions go together?”

“Actually, I don’t have Potions next.” The Red head replied, his weary smile faltering under the Professors glare.

“Oh…” Garlick looks confusedly towards Leander “Then why did you- never mind!… What say we branch out? Introduce you to a different sort of flora - The Chinese Chomping Cabbage. You’ll find that some plants are better suited to uses outside of a cauldron”

“Like de-gnoming! Mum planted some in her garden last year to keep the gnomes out. They left her Honking Daffodils in tatters” he blurted out towards Evelyn, who smiled politely back.

This was quickly becoming her least favourite subject.

It was manic…and so were the students. And the Professor…

“Yes quite! They’re in the other greenhouse. It’s just at the end of the footbridge leading out of this room. Be a dear and give them a good chomping!” Garlick nodded towards the Gryffindor who grinned back.

Glad someone knows what’s going on.

“Your classmate, Mr Prewett, has kindly offered to accompany you”

And with that, the Professor nodded as though she’d successfully remembered a script, before bouncing away.

“Hello…” The cheerful Gryffindor spoke up “Saw you on your way to Hogsmeade the other day. Nice to meet you, I’m Leander” he extended his hand eagerly.

“Evelyn. Hollow” she continued after a beat taking his hand and giving one firm shake.

“I know…” he said enthusiastically “…I’ll be showing you the Cabbages just up here-“

“Oh mind your fingers!” Professor Garlick yelled across the classroom as they took their first steps up “…they do bite!”

The entire class turned to look in their direction, including a certain opal eyed boy who had previously been too transfixed with his work to notice her leaving. The way he gazed in her direction now made her stomach drop and then she felt a clammy hand wrap around her wrist.

“Just up here…” Leander repeated, tugging on her arm.

And that was the first time Ominis made eye contact with her. His eyes were focused solely on her, gaze turning cold and eyelids slammed low over his almost transparent irises. His jaw worked and clenched over and over…

Then Leander pulled her away.

After she blinked away the harsh images of Ominis from her mind, her attention was drew back to Prewett, and the way his clammy hand wrapped around her forearm.

It felt…wrong. Tingly. In the worst way. Like she was aware of every divot and wrinkle on his hand.

When she shook him off, she felt her face harden and she wondered if she looked anywhere near as intimidating Ominis.

By the bob of Leanders throat, she guessed she did, snatching his hand away almost as quickly as he’d grabbed her in the first place.

“Er…Nice work in Defence Against the Dark Arts by the way” he tripped and stumbled over his words a little, trying to fill the silence much like she had.

“Excuse me?” She sighed, traces of her irritation still evident in her tone.

“Your duel with Sebastian!” Leander exclaimed excitedly “…and he’s good…thinks he’s really good, but you outright slaughtered him. It was brilliant” he sounded almost in awe, but Evelyn couldn’t place who he was in awe of. His dream like tone suggested Sebastian but he gleefully grinned suggesting she had ‘slaughtered’ him.

It was an exaggeration to be sure. Sebastian gave as good as he got, and she was relatively certain he had held back.

She recoiled slightly. Thinking about every hit of Sebastian’s basic cast she took to her chest made her stomach churn. The unpleasant feeling of her lungs being forcibly emptied rose back to the forefront of her mind.

Her chest clenched at the thought of being on the receiving end of Sebastian wand, when he was unrestricted and…angry.

“Oh well…Thank you” Evelyn muttered not really knowing what else to say.

“I nearly put Sebastian in his place myself…I mean I would’ve…if Hecat hadn’t stopped me”

“Didn’t she stop that dragon skull from crushing you?” Evelyn said, turning slightly towards him with cold unwavering confusion. She knew exactly what had happened…Sebastian was, in no way shape or form, in the process of being ‘put in his place’.

“Pfft typical Slytherin trick dropping a dragon skull on someone during a fight. We Gryffindors fight with honour” Leander kicked at a rock, staring a hole through the floor until he looked up.

And was met with the unimpressed glare of Evelyn…

Now she didn’t know much about this world…

But what she did know is that the two people to assist her so far…were both Slytherin. Whether that was because they were in the same house, she would never know. But it didn’t matter.

Ominis had defended her in Hogsmeade, shown her around the school and been nothing but friendly despite what everyone around her seemed to say about him.

Sebastian earned himself another detention covering for her. A detention he’d only gotten from smuggling her into the Restricted Section in the first place.

Thank Merlin she had met Natty or Prewett would’ve been her only reference for Gryffindor.

Arrogant and Boastful.

“Uh…no offence Sorry” he backpedaled, raising his arms in quick surrender.

Gryffindors are meant to be brave huh?

“And here I was thinking you’d deflected that spell quite brilliantly…”

“Oh yes…well I had” Leander boasted, puffing out his chest.

“So you made that skull fall on yourself then…” Evelyn stated flatly, leaving no room for arguments. She’d backed him into a mental corner, one that she could see the red head struggling to escape from. A twisted little smirk pulled at her lips…

Maybe this is why I’m a Slytherin…

“Errrr…” Leander muttered eyes darting around like he was looking for a physical exit out of the conversation.

“Come on…” Evelyn turned on her heel, satisfied that she’d made him squirm enough for his comments against her house. “…let’s get this over with”

They felt…almost numb.

Ominis ran his thumb along the finger Evelyn had demonstrated an inch on. He could still…feel her.

Her fingers met his and unlike every other time she had touched him, walking around Hogsmeade, brushing against him in the corridor…he didn’t flinch.

Not that she would ever notice. They were minute little twitches built in from years of watching where he was going and his family avoiding him like he was some sort of plague. Or that somehow his morals and blindness were infectious.

The chatter of the room fell on deaf ears, all he could hear was the muffled rush of blood and his heartbeat hammering in his ears.

Why did she affect him in such a way?

His fingertips were almost pulsing where she had been and now with her absense, it was all he had to remind him that it had actually happened.

He clung to the sensation as it slowly faded and he felt a presence approach him.

“Well…things seem to be cultivating quite nicely over here” Sebastian smug tone rang behind him, washing away the last few memories of her touch from his mind.

It was only then did he realise she had gone. He fumbled for his wand, scanning broadly across the room but he couldn’t pinpoint her. Too many people stood in huddled groups, the loud chatter in the room returning to him. So he couldn’t even hear her.

He silently cursed himself for letting her go so easily.

“What does that mean?” Ominis snapped, his anger directed at himself not Sebastian.

“You two” Sebastian said, leaning against the counter where Evelyn had stood “You seem…close”

Sebastian reached out to grab his finger, his hand still outstretched, frozen. He tugged it, chuckling to himself.

So he’d seen that. Great…

“Yes she is quite affectionate. Touchy almost…”

“Ah…how unfortunate for you” Sebastian said flatly, almost sarcastically, as he watched Ominis shrug. He rubbed his fingers together where she had touched him again, without really thinking.

“I don’t mind it…” a soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Of course you don’t”

“Well now what does that mean, Sebastian? Out with it” It seemed as though everytime Ominis had a pleasant expression upon his face, Sebastian saw to it that he replace it with something else. Anger, annoyance…just something that made him frown. Though it was all in jest, Ominis was just thankful Sebastian’s mind was geared towards something else for a change…and not his less than ideal home life.

Something about the last few weeks had perked Sebastian right up. Over the summer, Sebastian had spiralled. Seeing Anne daily and dealing with Solomon…it had gotten too much. He’d retreated into himself massively and Ominis was beginning to worry he’d do something stupid.

“You like her…” Sebastian said matter of factly.

“Of course I like her. She’s lovely as I’ve said before. She’s a wonderful breath of fresh air compared to you” Ominis smirked, relieved their playful banter had returned.

“No…” Sebastian chuckled “…I mean you like her. You fancy her…” He cleared his throat and what left his lips next sounded pompous and haughty “You wish to court her…”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Sebastian”

Ominis was then almost deafened by the grating voice of Professor Garlick.

“Oh mind your fingers!” She shrieked across the classroom “…they do bite!”

“Oh really?” Sebastian continued, turning Ominis in the direction of the staircase at the front of the class. “Okay good because Prewett seems quite determined to prune our new Rose for himself”

Ominis knew he was trying to bait him. And he hated that it worked. He felt himself stiffen and he aggressively shoved his wand towards the front.

No wonder he couldn’t find her. It looked nothing like her.

The vague shape of Evelyn wasn’t its usual open and inviting stance like with Sebastian and himself. Normally, she leaned slightly into them, so close Ominis could feel her warmth sometimes.

From what he could ‘see’ now…her shoulder were set, arms crossed, head held high. She was speaking to Leander, so she would need to crane her head up to but…the way she held herself almost made it look as though she was annoyed.

What had he said? What had he done?

“He really is a sly git” Sebastian interrupted Ominis’ investigation.

“What’s he doing?! I can’t tell…” Ominis muttered through his teeth.

“Looks like he’s dragging her away…” Sebastian heard Ominis’ teeth grind against each other and he turned towards his friend

“Don’t worry…she can look after herself”

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