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𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 - Chapter IV

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Ominis Gaunt x Female Reader

Tags: Fluff, the slowest of burns, Angst (but not really because I’m too soft for that). Mutual pining. Also, the plot is plotting, so be patient.

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Amit and Garreth start working together to pry on professors' chambers inside the castle. They do find intriguing news involving Mirabel Garlick. Naturally, Imelda and you decide to investigate further, and somehow that leads you to Hogsmeade. Meanwhile, Natty and Poppy had and idea when investigating further on the Black Lake's situation. The dots are starting to connect, but more troubles appear when Anne confronts Ominis at the Undercroft, he needs your support quickly!

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5,291 words.

✧❈Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5 (wip)

Chapter 4. Longing Warmth

September 20th, 1891. Hogwarts

Not a week has passed since Natty convinced me to team up with her band of lunatics and yet we’ve already made important advances. Frankly I’m not sure who’s crazier, them or me, who has put all his efforts on our quests. As a matter of fact, Garreth Weasley has become my partner in crime quite in a literal sense, and I’m truly impressed by his sharp mind and intuition. He has even influenced me into daring more since our tasks involve breaking into professors’ private chambers and stealing information one way or another. Of course, I’d never admit he’s been a positive influence on me, at least not in front of him.

Our labors are focused in searching for more of the anonymous notes. So far, we’ve found Ronen’, Shah’, Howin’, Hecat’ and Garlick’s. Every single one of them is written differently, and we’ve noticed some words are tinted bolder than the rest. I can only assume they’re meant to resemble a word when put together. Thanks to [Your Name] deciphering Madame Kogawa’s note, we’ve inferred those bold letters should indicate the direction to reply to and then, for the contents of our Flying professor’s answer, recipients should had received the details of a location outside the castle where they confidently reunited to discuss the contents of the note. Except, sure, that information could’ve been burned or destroyed after receiving it and there’s no way we could access to it.

Not everything is lost nor our efforts were in vain, though. For Garlick’s response made me believe she already knew the place and the aims of the reunion. If we must take risks to unravel this dilemma, I’d dare to say that Garlick is entirely responsible of all the notes. Although seems unlikely. Judging for what we know of her personality, it doesn’t seem like something she would do. But then again, maybe that’s the reason why she’s the most fitted person to exhort all professors to take action. And maybe Garlick’s not working alone but most certainly she's brave enough to stand against whatever she finds unjust. Owns initiative and she's unconventionally young for a professor which's been proven to imply a certain level of rebelliousness, and if that wasn't enough, she cares for all students deeply.

That’s why I asked Imelda to investigate her further (I'm still amazed that she agreed to work with us in the first place. One thing is certain: Natsai is exceptionally persuasive). Since I have access to Garlick’s schedule, I’m most confident Saturdays are the days she heads off to Hogsmeade to visit shops and The Three Broomsticks. This morning Imelda told me she would take [Your Name] with her. Although her recent popularity amongst students, professors, and journalists after last year events could prove counter-productive in their efforts to remain unnoticed, I didn’t try to stop them though. They make quite the team for a pair of Slytherins so different from each other. Or maybe they have more in common than they realize, just as I did with my now companion Garreth.

- Amit Thakkar

After Amit finished writing this new entrance in his logbook, he then positioned the freshly written pages just close enough to the candle beside him. Suddenly, the words began to disappear. A powerful yet unpopular enchantment; not even Headmaster Black will be able to guess the activities registered on it. Originally Amit used it to write scattered ideas for the history books he wants to publish as soon as he graduates. The enchantment had the purpose of hiding said lines so no one could steal his research from him. However, current events demand other uses for it. Finishing those labors, he realized how much time he spent working last night. Another sleepless night, he thought. The mirror that hanged from his wardrove reached his figure and casted the reflection of insomnia that he’s so familiar with. The bluish dark tones under his eyes seemed out of place from the sky-blue of his nightclothes, it told him it was time to rest; yet his grunting stomach demanded food as the first lights of dawn painted the windows of the Ravenclaw Tower. Breakfast it is, and with a silent salute to his still deeply sleeping roommates, his enchanted candle was extinguished.

As Amit was getting ready to finally leave his room, he watched through a window noticing a couple of figures, which he quickly assumed belonged to Natty and Poppy, even if he watched them just for a moment. They should be wandering around the shore of the Black Lake, investigating the recent fog the appeared out of nowhere that blocked any sight one could have of it from the castle, just as they arranged a few days ago. He couldn’t help but wonder if someday he'll be able to overcome his fears and worries and naturally give into the adventure, just like Garreth, Poppy and Natty do so effortlessly. He might call his new companions barmy fools but deep down he admires their traits such as bravery and loyalty. Not to mention they’re powerful witches and wizards too. Maybe their cause could bring them all together, maybe this is the start of the friendships he so strongly longs for.

Amit was right, those were Natty and Poppy, and yes, they headed moments earlier to the point where Amit watched them wander before the fog hid their figures again. This is what they know until now: The glowing creatures that attacked the squid were nowhere to be found after the incident, rather a mysterious cloud covered the entirety of it no longer after.

Natsai pointed this was the perfect scenario for Phineas Black to hide whatever is happening underwater, and Poppy believed pollution was responsible for it, “I’ve seen it in the muggle world with their so-called Industrial Revolution. Water sources are the very firsts to get compromised when dealing with machines or industrial processes.”, she said. The Hufflepuff girl holds that Black is probably working something along those lines with the Ministry; now that wizarkind recovered the control over gobblin metallurgy once again. Causing, by the way, that numerous organizations and unions both gobblin and wizardkind express their discomfort; for they assure nothing has change to assure equal treatment between magical kinds. Rather find in Ranrock’s death a solid argument about the Ministry's oppressive methods against anyone who’s not wizard-born (as evil as he might have been). Then again, Natty and Poppy only have their guesses about what’s happening under the Lake, merely assumptions with no further evidence; that led them to this moment. In any case, they both find intriguing that said fog emits no smell.

- “We ought to be careful. It’s unsure if this fog might harm the skin as other pollutants do.”

- “And yet, if this was byproduct of some sort of pollution under the lake, there are nor dead fish around the shore nor birds avoid flying over the area, they just adventure inside not sensing any dangers.” – Natty objected Poppy’s warning.

- “Perhaps there’s something more that we’re not seeing.” – Poppy added as she regarded around their backs looking for other curious students or professors. - “Speaking of seeing, do we have the invisibility potion with us?”

Natty stood from where she was extracting small tubes of water and dirt for examining later. – “I do have them with me, although we’re not staying any more time. We've already spent a couple of hours around the area, I don't think we'll be able to find anything else for now. I was actually expecting you to accompany me to Hogsmeade. We’re sort of meeting [Your Name] there, that’ll provide us an alibi too, just in case… Besides, we need to hand her these tubes, so she studies them later just as she did with Kogawa’s note.”

- “Now that you mention it, aren’t you curious how she manages to do all these things without Prefects or Professors noticing? I’d never doubt her abilities. It’s just…”

“Curiosity, of course.” – Natty realizes she’s feeling more comfortable with her new companion now that they stopped small talking and passed on to genuine questions. Sure, they've knew each other from classes from this last six years. It’s just that they’d never happen to coincide. Not really. – “Indeed, she has not mention something as a secret spot for her to study, and the restricted section is out of anyone’s possibilities, so one could dismiss the idea of classrooms or public places. I’ve just decided it was best to not know. If anyone but her knows about it, that would put them in danger of Headmaster’s spying ears; this is her protecting us. However, I appreciate you asking me this. If you’re friend of hers surely you possess certain sense of wonder. She was right that we would get along.”

- “Oh, really. What did she tell you exactly?” – Since Poppy is new making human friends, she blushed at the thought of you pairing her with someone you consider alike and approachable, someone that matched her interests and values. She imagined you had to meditate before making them the suggestion of working together a few days ago. This too, is you protecting your friends.

One thing led to another, and as Natty and Poppy made their way out of there, they shared stories about last year’s adventures beside you. Quickly finding Natty helped rescuing Highwing, Poppy felt a deep connection already, she will be forever in debt for that. “Now, any friend of Highwing is good friend of mine.” They both laugh thinking the credit to the intermediary in their friendship lay between a hippogriff and an ancient magic promised witch. Now, the deal for handing you the testing tubes was leaving them at the same place you found Natty’s wand when you both rescued Isko Rabe, at the small dock behind the Hog’s Head Inn. Once that was done, they leave for treats at Honeydukes. They certainly earn it, for they’re heroines from the Wizarding world, but teenagers too.

- “I think you’re right, by the way.” – Poppy said when trying the chocolate frogs while wandering the shop with stiff manners and low-pitched conversations. – “About what you said of having a spot hidden from vigilance of all sorts. It could mean putting us and [Your Name] at risk. But if she knows about somewhere we could gather all the information we find directly... on an assembly, if you will, this should reduce the rest of equally dangerous communications we’re having at halls or grounds secretly and individually. We could also get rid of burning notes that potentially could fall into the wrong hands. Even if they’re charmed.”

- “Not only to gather after making advances. Lately I’ve been thinking the risk that means to our cause that all of you are still using wands that could be tracked. I was planning on teaching Garreth to cast magic with his bare hands after what happen the first day at Charm’s. But now that you mention it…” – Natty admitted.

- “…We could train together. Of course, we’re not sure if such place exists. But we should ask her. Or search for one ourselves. We could do that on our own, don’t we?”

Natty offered a conspiratorial smile. – “I like the way your mind works.”

September often favors its days with sudden temperature changes that only those able to foresee it -with or without magic- appreciate it fondly. It’s like a treat if you’re well sheltered. As the firsts drops sing their ballad over rooftops Imelda thanked that she took the time earlier this morning to spear a light coat for the evening. You couldn’t say the same and now you’ve found yourself in the predicament of shielding from the rain with the velvet jacket you wear only on weekends. Your favorite one, no less.

– “There they are. These samples should be enough.” – You said with an already damped hair whilst putting the tubes safe on your satchel.

-“Alright, it's done, where are we heading? I already lost a perfect morning to your secretive rendezvous. Now that is raining Merlin knows how long must pass until I’m able to practice again. If rain doesn’t stop soon…"

–“Yes, yes. The quidditch season already started and you need to practice, you made sure I was aware of that. I shan’t take more of your time, Imelda. As a matter of fact, you could simply leave and I could take it from here.” – You stated firmly already impatient from listening to Imelda complain from the previous hours. It surprised you how all it took to make her annoyed was the simplest fly that passed by or the indifferent carts pulled by thestrals (even if she’s not able to see them). Made you wonder why she would agree to work with you at all.

But the moue she made proved she too understood why it was best to not be left alone now of all times. As irritated as she is, Imelda owns a strong sense of fairness and her judgements are reasonable, she’s just unfathomably passionate. – “Just lead the way.” – The plan was simple: search for Garlick with the sole purpose of finding about the places she frequents. Soon enough will come the time to interrogate those people. Except for Sirona, of course, she mustn’t know a thing about this. Hopefully these contacts will provide with clues to follow about clandestine meetings between professors. Truth to be said, your expectations were realistically low for the risks you’re taking by spying on Mirabel Garlick. Yet, her partaking is the only solid evidence you possess for now. Thus, the search started.

For a while, the solitary alleys covered in puddles and the shops emitting warmth from the inside were all you'd meet. Hogsmeade felt like a maze on days like this. Imelda suggested the crowd must have hidden inside the establishments or perhaps went straight home now that is pouring. This is unfortunate for two wandering students since in such circumstances you can't pass unnoticed. You were about to point this to your companion when a tall figure trailed a shadow on the corner you both were about to cross upon. You stopped on your tracks already opening the flask of the invisibility potion you carried (a mandatory item to all the members of your group). Imelda assured you there was no need for that with a hand movement, you both watched the owner of said shadow instead: Ex auror Aesop Sharp.

His gestures implied a certain clandestineness, he too was being cautious, not wanting to be detected. Even though his dark raincoat covered from his head to heels, you were sure it was him by the distinctive limping of his leg. You forbid yourself from following him, rather trying to catch something from the picture in front of you at a safe distance. Watching for any sings of what was he carrying under his damped garment, searching for someone following him, looking for the reason he seemed so uneasy. Whatever it was, it stopped him from noticing the two Slytherin students he’s so familiar with. Now that you think about it, surely Sharp interacts constantly with Imelda being your Head Girl and all that. As for you, well… As Head of the House, he’s been keeping opportunistic journalists away from plaguing you with interviews that they search so eagerly to get just so they publish blatant lies about the Hero of Hogwarts anyways. Such desperate vultures, he thinks. Any type of reaction you could have on that moment flew out of the window when Imelda dragged you from your thoughts yet again, - “I swear you’re away with the fairies, aren’t you? I’ll definitely leave you here if you can’t pay attention. Look!”.

The too familiar auburn-haired witch crowned with a green hat nearly escaped the corner of your eyes. Mirabel Garlick finally made her appearance holding a fair number of gray sheets of paper under her arms. Interesting. Could that be the papyrus from which the subversive notes are written over? You need to come closer to catch the details. – “The potion, now.” – You commanded, ready to stop taking any more chances. You recognized the establishment Garlick just entered although you’ve never been inside. A printing house, popular for innovating the rudimentary methods form the Muggle world. The spells used to fasten the printing process, or the enchanted ink to change color, texture and design once captured onto the sheets are great examples. And forget not their most recent invention: The Howler, for urgent and imperatives messages. You both follow Garlick inside quickly huddling together at the corner with the tools for special commissions, listening the exchange of words between Mirabel and the manager.

- “Well, hello Professor. Right on time, we’ve just arranged the supplies for your order. Those are the sheets you’ve told me about; I presume?”-

- “You're correct as usual. I'm glad the place's empty. Mind if we keep this between us, thought? It would be… unpractical to explain to students. You know how these things are.” – Imelda punched your arm as telling you “It’s exactly what we are searching for.” The only problem: you were not expecting her gesture and your reaction made a few pots of tint spill on the floor calling the attention of your informants. The tension rose as Garlick took a few steps closer to you. What else could you do but to stop breathing? She got so close you can see the weariness in her façade, was this state new to her? You’d certainly failed to notice it before, Garlick has always give the impression of a healthy and energetic woman. Before you could draw conclusions, she decided to drop her interest on the corner of the shop and handed silently the gray sheets to the manager. The whole printing process passed with no more details about this special request. Instead, you learnt she meant to pay Sirona a visit just so she returns to the greenhouse again. A dedicated herbologist, no doubt.

Leaving the workshop was easier than expected and the rest of Garlick’s errands were ordinary at best. Her interactions were short and cordial; not ideal, as if she knew she was being listened to. That didn’t discourage Imelda, so she kept her guard on and followed your professor as close as possible. Not that you knew, since both of you were invisible to each other too, of course. Speaking of which, you guessed the potion could give you a solid half hour of its effects, but you much rather be far away from curious eyes when your figures appear again. Down the main bridge should be fine, you decided. The sign for you to gather there was decided earlier as well: casting a simple spell on the opposite direction from which you wanted to go. Nothing prepared you, however, to the lonely situation you’re in now. Still imperceptible, you called Imelda a dozen times with no results.

On such a moment, your voice echoing around the arches of the bridge felt as the most distressing sound in the world. The river growing from the recent rain hid your calls to anyone that could’ve listened, although you were irreparably alone, no doubt. The level of the canal ran wilder with each passing moment, and you opted to dissolute the spell and just get over with the mission. Oh, you couldn’t wait to take a warm fragrant bath and turn the heather on, get under a blanket, drink warm beverages… The Room of Requirements will spend a few moments arranging those petitions, that's for certain. But that must wait a couple of more hours. For now, Imelda needs your help, a charmed note that she took from the printing shop made sure to notice you.

“Sirona”, was the only word she managed to send, probably registering it with a whisper.

The Three Broomsticks looked fairly different from the last weeks; more people visit it during classes after all. The only protection you had this time was your unkempt hair and a muddied nose. A shy inspection of the establishment with revelio showed you Imelda’s footprints, and they led to the cellar that you now know as the back of your hand. So there you are, first thing you see down there is Sirona holding one of the freshly printed posters Mirabel carried. You hid as best as you could, dissillusionment spell should be enough for now.

- “I’m telling you; this will improve the situation my students are now dragged into. They need it.”

- “Always so thoughtful, but what if your Headmaster disapproves? I’m quite impressed you’ve come so far without him noticing. Or is it because he’s so busy bothering students?”

- “Whatever reason, it has bought us some time. I’ve been planning this the whole summer and the rest of Professors find it imperative, now more than ever. Not to mention the other issue that…”

- “Expelliarmus! Accio!” – Sirona interrupted and Imelda was pulled to your informants with no form to scape. – “I apologize, Mirabel, for disrupting you, it’s just I’m used to detect this type of intruders. Usually, they’re the kind of whom we’re witnessing: students.”

- “I demand you to let me let me go. This is just a misunderstanding. Where’s my wand?”

- “Miss Reyes, spying on your professor on the weekend! You have no idea how lucky you are. Imagine if you’ve listened any other word from our conversation, what if I was someone else?”

- “…That could only mean that we were right to assume that our professors are hiding something from us.” – You pronounced emerging from your hiding place ready to help your partner and with your wand ready. – “There’s something wrong with Phineas’ methods, and that worries you too. What I don’t understand is why won’t you tell us. We surpass him in numbers and power.”

Sirona finally put Imelda down so she could run to her wand while your next motion was quite the opposite, lowering your guard. – “It’s such a sensible matter, I don’t think I’m the right person to tell you.” – Garlick meditated.

- “But you’re the one that started all this, don’t you just say that?” – Imelda was ready to tell her about your quest collecting the notes and answers but chose not to since that would compromise the rest of your team. They don’t have to know that just yet.

- “Oh, this you mean? Ha ha ha ha” – Mirabel and Sirona’s expressions changed from worry to uncontrollable laughter. – “Oh, my dear, come see.” – The poster clearly exposed the words ‘YULE BALL, December 1891: A winter tale’.

- “A ball you say?!” – Oh, Imelda is pissed, disappointed, angry, exasperated. She rather had snitched the rest of the operation. A ball?

- “Well, of course. We’ve been organizing them every three years for generations. This year's was certainly a mystery. I was almost certain it'd be cancelled. Oh, that would have broken my heart.”

- “Professor Garlick, I hope this doesn’t come out as rude but… Nowadays’ circumstances may demand other priorities on our actions.” – You added softly to Imelda’s comment.

- “I understand you could find this a senseless frivolity, but maybe you both should open your minds to the possibilities. Maybe this is the precise moment where you need it the most.” – Sirona offered a warm smile, one of the very same that she gifted you all the restless nights you’ve had these past weeks. 

- “Maybe is best if we don’t give you any more information. It’s a surprise after all, and I won’t be the one to spoil it. Also, if you don’t mind, I recommend you great discretion about our Headmaster’s situation. Until is safe to expose it to you students, you must trust that we’ll handle this. Do we have an agreement? Not a word.” – Mirabel was never severe, but she was firm and persuasive. There was no other way but to agree and walk away.

The road to the castle you made it with an awkward silence. Not for each other’s company, which now you find it at an easy affinity to be around, but because you felt ashamed of your whole operation. Mirabel and Sirona’s words were reminders of your age and inexperience. Now you’re doubting yourself. Were you so wrong to play detectives and risk more than your grades? Is it fair to demand to professors a few answers about the measurements they’re taking when the circumstances seem so overwhelming and incomprehensible? Your mind gathered insecurities, but Imelda knew you could do better than that. As if she could read your thoughts, she saw fit to stop.

- “Hey, do listen to me, and really listen, since I won’t be repeating myself. Garlick can be the best teacher of magical gardening in the world…”

- “Herbology.”

- “…But she’s not the bloody Hero of Hogwarts. Don’t you get it? You’re probably more experienced in defense of Dark Arts and combat than most of the aurors in the Ministry.”

- “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. But I must admit that last year was difficult to convince authorities to take satiating actions to investigate Harlow and Rookwood.”

- “There you have it. That didn’t stop you, did it? I can only guess they’re taking things the diplomatic way. We know better than that.”

- “What are you suggesting?”

- “We finish this game finding the writer of the notes and ask them to step aside but first they’ll tells us all they know. Maybe we’re making them a favor, they’re probably worried that all professors will lose their jobs. Well, then we don’t have much to be worried about. We’re just students after all. What can Black do to us? Send us to Azkaban? Imagine: The Headmaster that sent a whole generation of kids to prison because he felt threaten. Whole Wizarding world will laugh at him.”

- “I say you’re actually right, Imelda. Except for one thing.” – She arched her eyebrow distrusting whatever you’re next to say. - “I believe we’re not just students. We’re the very reason places like Hogwarts exists. We ought to defend that.” - This fresh dynamic with your partner sits well with you both. Who would have guessed, being the right opposites from the Slytherin’ spectrum.

- “Well, spokeswoman of the students and Patron Saint of the rebel youth, what is our next move?” – Imelda teased with renewed excitement.

- “Maybe we should go back to the beginning. Do you fancy contemplate some portraits?” – Just like that you’re back on track.

The Undercroft was considered by the Gaunt’s a necessity inside the castle more than an eccentric commodity. Ominis’ parents constantly comment in every family meeting that “The common room of our House can’t provide us anymore of a safe place for the kids. Not to mention the state of the rest of the Castle.”, implying that the ancient House of Slytherin was made exclusively by and for their kind, of course. As if Salazar was a man of family, Ominis laughed at the thought. In any case, the Undercroft isn’t as comfortable as his relatives swear it is. Not that he complains. After all, his cousins and siblings decided he could keep it to himself to hang around to his equally weird friends with the sole condition that they’re not mudbloods, or else… But they forget of his stubborn personality, for he does not give a single care to please any of them. However, Ominis wields no resentment for the youngest members of the Gaunt’s. On the other hand, the older ones were plain disgusting at the very least. Entire lives wasted with null questions about one’s background, system of beliefs, prejudices and sad excuses birthed from hate and ignorance that they dared to call ‘evidence of The Natural Order of the World’. He sometimes wonder if his aunt Noctua and him were mistakenly born in such a family since even the most reasonable ones of their kind give into the peer pressure. No one talks about how lonely the road of the rightfulness is when everything around you is profoundly wrong. He’s certain, nonetheless, this is the only way for him.

That’s why he doesn’t understand the cruelty of the words he’s listening to right now. One of his closest friends -the family he chose for himself- was demanding him to give account of his new accomplice… you. He should had known this would happen, instead he hid behind illusions; for whenever he’d bring Sebastian’s regret, Anne spared not a single trace of empathy, or so she tried to show. When she gathered enough words without her voice cracking, Anne would suggest that Sebastian could’ve never fall onto Dark magic’s tricks if not for the influence of your presence. You were permissive and encouraging with him at best; she says. Alas, if she only knew he already had darkness on his mind, for light and shadow lives inside every person she’s an acquittance with. No, it must be something else, Ominis noticed from the first time he met you that whenever Sebastian is around you he feels stronger, more confident, profoundly daring. But confessing to Anne this truth would break both of their hearts, as if admitting it out loud turns it a reality. He’s hiding again.

- “Your silence proves me right, Ominis. If not for her abilities, Ranrok would’ve never turn his sight to Feldcroft, allying with Rookwood, cursing me thus Sebastian obsessing with Slytherin’s manual of madness.”

- “Unless this curse allows you the art of reading minds, don’t assume my reasons for keeping my lips closed.”- The Undercroft felt colder than ever. - “I can understand how scared you are, Anne. I’m quite aware, perhaps more than anyone, the deep deception that is to witness the closest people to you turn into a sad mimic of the potential and warmth you see in them. But have ever occurred to you that I used to have a sister? Brothers too? To me, for the things they’ve arbitrarily done, they’re worse than dead. I’m as much as an orphan as you.”

- “Do not dare pronounce death as if you could recognize it on your very composition! As if its irremediable claws have ever lingered over your skin, its haunting howls and seas of sorrow. What do you know about death?” – Anne said feeling the same freezing breeze that Ominis experiences on the room thinking that is probably time to pay a visit to the Hospital wing again as dizziness wash over her from her wrath. But then again, if Anne only knew that he thinks of his aunt Noctua from sun to sun as her bones and notes were all he keeps of her. Soon enough both becoming but ashes.

Death, irremediable and redemptive, all he could think of. Solomon’s cruel qualities were trifles under the cloak of eternal slumber, and Anne decided to forgive and forget it all. Judging the dead is the highest frivolity for the living after all. But is it really? On the other hand, Noctua Gaunt has never been as enchanting and honorable as in death. A heavy stone made of guilt posed on Ominis’ shoulders from the moment he knew of her tragic passing until his elder years. But back to now, the trail of his thoughts landed on you yet again.

Are you remotely aware that you’re the relief he runs to when things becomes unbearable? Can you hear the very blood in his veins calling for you on moments like this? You better not, for his heart would break if he knew that -you- being unapologetically knowledgeable, decided to spare him from your aid. Ominis knows, of course, he can’t keep hiding under the excuses you make for him. You wouldn’t call them that, it’s just that the empathy you keep for him is simply peerless, an anomaly for him... You could let him know that the friendship you both share, you made sure to craft and curate it just for him. But are you remotely aware?

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𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 - 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: After your 5th year in Hogwarts things got complicated between the Sallow’s twins; Ominis and you grew closer for the very same reasons. You both tried to face your 6th year making amends between them while solving mysteries inside and outside the castle... Like the unusual lights that appeared inside the Black Lake, or the secret conspirancy between Headmaster Phineas Black with the Minister of Magic that involves controling the use of magic by students and professors. Not to mention the cryptic notes with no signature calling to depose Headmaster Black. Looks like this year will be as eventful as last one. Except this time, you can count with stronger friendships and an unconditional companion, your dearest friend, Ominis. The boy whose closeness has sparked in you the deepest esteem and admiration. And perhaps... something else.

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Ominis Gaunt x Female Reader

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔰: Fluff. The Slowest of Burns and Angst (but not really because I’m too soft for that). Mutual pining. This is a comfort fic, to be honest.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1. Talking in Whispers

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2. Dim Lights and Lightning

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 3. Special Care

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 4. Longing Warmth

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𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 - Chapter III

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Ominis Gaunt x Female Reader (fluff, the slowest of burns and angst but not really because I’m too soft for that. Also, the plot is plotting, so be patient)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: It only takes a couple of weeks to make a routine for the cares Anne needs in the Hospital Wing. Although her physical state is improving progressively, night terrors haunt her dreams and worsen her mental stability. If only there was something or someone to help her. Someone that knows her. Oh, but there is. Can she reach out to him? Is he waiting on her? If she forgives him, will Sebastian ease her pain? Or he’ll hurt them all again?

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5,550 words.

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Chapter 3. Special Care

The Hospital Wing is run by its Matron, Noreen Blainey. In addition to her administrative tasks, she keeps an eye on every student that gets hospitalized. Reasons always vary, but never occurred to her that this year she’d be taking care of a girl so young with the aftereffects from a curse that powerful. It was truly shameful that anyone dared inflicting this much pain to someone this helpless, this innocent, a child, no less. Ms. Blainey empathetic yet firm personality helps her reading every situation her patients carry within themselves in order to make the best decisions for their recovery. But even being this professional, this experimented Matron, she can’t help but be touched by the circumstances around this child. They all can say Ms. Blainey spoiled Anne Sallow; she couldn’t care less! This girl needed her more than anyone in the whole castle. Quickly they came up with a routine discrete enough but effective so Anne could enjoy her return to Hogwarts at its fullest.

Anne would take the Floo Powder from the Slytherin common room to the Hospital Wing very early in the morning a couple of times each week. Ms. Blainey would be waiting for her with fresh and clean bandages in case cuts appeared in her skin and ointments for any inflammation or bruises. After registering the state of her vital signs, Ms. Sallow will have some obligatory vitamins so she’ll feels stronger in no time. Anne hates the taste but at least they're easy to ingest and help brightening her hair, bringing color to her cheeks and they also strengthen her nails and teeth. Overall, she felt and looked stronger since she was cursed. As a matter of fact, she rarely feels any physical pain at all, which is a great improvement. That, until she pushes herself too much when casting spells or riding her broom faster than usual. Certainly, there are still many things out of her reach. But Anne is smart and tries to be patient and gentle with herself. When frustration is too much, Ms. Blainey steps in offering her small pep talks, candies and affectionate words as reminders. The other day she even cleaned Anne’s hair with rosewater and braided it with small flowers. The only thing that doesn’t seem to improve are the dark circles under her eyes.

It's no secret that Anne has trouble sleeping, although at the end of her days she’s visibly tired from the curse. But alas, good rest won’t come to her for she constantly has nightmares about her uncle’s death by Sebastian’s wand. Only this time the images are gruesome and her twin looks visibly satisfied. After that, she often sees [Your Name] being hurt by the crucio curse -again, by Sebastian- and then, it’s the other way around. Both trapped on a maze that forces them to cast the curse on each other all over again, but they don’t seem to be able to escape no matter how many times they try. Other nights, is just Ominis on a very dark room speaking in parseltongue but his eyes shine with a very unsettling green light in them -someone casted the imperio curse on him- and now the snakes at his feet are coming for her. Sometimes she decides she doesn’t feel strong enough to face the night terrors and skips her resting time altogether.

The truth is that her roommates noticed her insomnia since the beginning, but they’re clueless to what to do and can’t even dare to ask her anything, they don’t know her that well. If only Sebastian was informed about Anne’s state. He would tell those roommates about the lullaby that their mother used to sing to them when nightmares appeared and how it still puts Anne to sleep if you sing it gentle enough. If he was allowed, he would leave a snack -an apple and a chocolate frog- at her nightstand so she can focus on the sweetness of it before trying to sleep again. Can’t hurt to add a glass of water too. If he could, he’d hug her while listening about her nightmare. Sebastian then would remind her that no one can hurt her, his brother will protect her even in dreams. How many times growing up, especially after their parents passing, he promised Anne “I’ll always be right beside you. We’re a team, two halves of a whole.”? But even if Sebastian knew about her recent bad dreams, he’s in no position to offer whatever they shared before for he’s the very fuel of her fears. That could only shatter the remaining pieces of their connection.

In any case, this week’s visit to the Hospital Wing has come to an end and Anne has decided to have breakfast with Poppy at the Greenhouses annex. That'll certainly comfort her for now.

Meanwhile Sebastian and you were watching the sunrise from the Transfiguration courtyard. Your body lay flat against the stone bench of the central fountain with your hands in your stomach while your head rested in Sebastian’s leg. This closeness became usual to both of you. You felt comfortable in each other’s warmth whilst knowing your relationship is entirely platonic. Like the brother you never had, like the sister he just lost. Recently you discovered that Sebastian simply expresses his affection and trust with this proximity that keeps only for his closest friends. Ominis would feel it himself but he’s just the opposite from Sebastian in that matter and asks him not to; it’s frankly comical.

- “What are you thinking?” – Sebastian asked while biting his breakfast and placing his free hand in your hair.

- “I’m just tired, Sebs.” – The words came out as a sigh more than a sound.

- “Really? You were the one that came up with the idea to watch the sunrise. You could go back to sleep but I’m guessing you won’t be in time for Charm’s. Where’s Ominis, by the way? He said he’d come right after me.”

- “Probably fell asleep again. And yeah, I mean, I’m not in need of sleep, it’s just… Ominis has been quite secretive with whatever happened with the Gaunt’s, I also have the feeling that Anne’s been avoiding me, which is ultimately bad for you. And I can’t shake off the thought of Headmaster Black watching every step I take when searching for evidence about the Lake.”

- “Hey, whoa. It’s only been two weeks into the school year. You’re pushing yourself too hard. As much as I appreciate your help with Anne, I’m aware when the time comes everything will come down to me.”- Sebastian gave you a smile that knows is code for ‘Take care of you for me’. You both gifted each other that gesture a lot during last holidays. – “You have no idea how much I’m grateful for Ominis and you for protecting me from myself.” – Now his smile fades and a tear falls in your cheek, you could tell he was hoping to tell you this long ago. As if the setting of the sunrise and dew drops took the sincerest words from your mouths.

The most natural thing to do was to quickly reach for his face and try to ease him. How is it that you see it until now? Darkness is still there in him; he’s fighting against it every waking moment. Does he dream about all the anger and shame still living inside?  – “Oh, Sebastian. How I wish to pull the darkness out of you. The things I wouldn’t do.” – Beams of light suspended your silhouettes in this idyllic scenery; you both could as well be statues in the fountain. Sebastian felt the warmth of the sun all over his skin now shivering and blushing. His freckles are stars shining through his tears.

– “Thank you, Sebastian… for not giving up. For staying with me here. Thank you for choosing this very morning beside me over whatever that darkness could offer.”

- “Anytime.” – This time his smile is loud, colorful, innocent. You want to remember him this way. Whatever tomorrow brings, this is yours. You kneeled over the bench so you can hug Sebastian’s shoulders for you don’t want him to see your face when you confess:

- “Oh, sometimes I feel like Ominis and you are all I have left. I feel so guilty all the time, Sebastian. About Lodgok and Fig. Not a day passes by without me thinking about what I could’ve done to avoid their deaths. And the pressure of people’s expectations only makes it worst. Hell, I haven’t dared to step into the Map Chamber ever since that day. And as days fly by, I can’t even come up with an excuse for the Keepers for my absence. At the same time, I’m angry with them. Did someone cared to think about how I would feel with such responsibilities and demands? Every time I hear someone calls me the Hero of Hogwarts my stomach turns. I feel like a fraud. If anyone could see how frighten and tired I am, they’d know about it.”

Sebastian thinks is best not to speak now. H wants you to let everything out, he’ll prove you wrong later. For you’re the bravest, brightest, and most loyal witch he’ll ever know. Hero or not, that doesn’t change the quality of your character. You continued your confession:

– “Sometimes I sneak into Professor’s Fig office up in his classroom only to sit on his chair, I wonder the things he’d tell me to make me feel better. It eases me. But this weekend they took his stuff out and changed the lock. A new Professor is coming and I’m still not able to say goodbye to the things he used to own. I know it sounds silly, but he was my first friend here.” – Sebastian kept you in the hug rocking his hands from your head to you back as saying ‘There, there. I’m here for you’.

- “Now I understand what you meant earlier with the ‘pull the darkness out of you’. I wish you could see how unfair is that you speak of yourself like this.” – Sebastian held your face, still resisting looking at him. – “You were the one that taught me that I could be much more than my mistakes. Besides, as painful as this might sound, I don’t think there was a way to avoid their deaths. I do believe though, that they died fulfilling a purpose. Every day they chose to do the right thing, as dangerous as that could be. Don’t you think the extends of their convictions are admirable? Their lives have saved thousands. And yet, those sacrifices couldn’t change the world without the decisions you made before they lost their lives. It might sound cliché, but I swear this has given me comfort more times I care to remember: Things may not have a reason for happening the way they do yet they’re unchangeable and inevitable. There’s not other way around it, not even magic could prevent somethings from happening. All we can do is try our best everyday hoping some wounds heal as we avoid making new ones onto other people. Honestly, it pains me to see you drown in guilt when you weren’t the one that caused their deaths. You even brought all criminals to justice when nor the Ministry nor authorities did something about them in the first place. They chose to hurt all that people with every action they made, they should feel the guilt that consumes you.”

Quickly you understood what Sebastian tried to say, you can only imagine the regret he feels after, well… actually taking a life. You certainly don’t know how that feels. There was that Rookwood situation, but he surely brough that up to himself; your wand was only reflecting it, right? How odd, ‘murderer’ would be the last name you’d call your friend and yet you’re the first one to call yourself that for things that were out of your control. Now that you think about it, you were never scared of Sebastian. Instead, you were profoundly worried for him reaching the point of no return. Sometimes you still are, but he has proven himself every day. There’s a notion that quitting the things we know is an easy path once one learns what’s best, but nothing could be further from truth. Dark magic possesses an addictive power over it. Sebastian quitted right on time, right?

- “I’m sorry, Sebastian, I didn’t mean to trigger you this way, I…”

- “Don’t even mention it, I’m glad you decided to finally tell me. I knew there was something bottling up inside of you. Please, do indulge me with your thoughts more often. You tend to keep it all inside thinking that’ll protect me or Ominis, right? ...Well, stop. I ask you as a friend.”- There was a firm tone in Sebastian's petition, but that only could mean he cares so much for your wellbeing. Oh, you have no idea how much he cares.

You share one last embrace as the sun opens its way around arches and branches. Words have such an unfathomable importance when healing. You surely feel as if some of the pressure that asphyxiated you lifted from your shoulders. Meanwhile, the castle seems a bit sleepy yet; the rest of students are probably slowly getting ready not ready to head to the Great Hall for breakfast yet. That’s when you heard a familiar voice.

- “There you are guys. You know you’re the only students awake around this whole wing? It wasn’t difficult hearing you in the distance with such silence in the halls.” – Ominis made it! You’re inexplicably happy to see him and share this moment with him too. So, you laugh and run to him to hold him tighter than ever. Wait, no. This is the first time you hug him at all! – “Whoa, careful there.” – He’s all flustered but you don’t get to see him as you hided your face on his greyish Skytherin coat. His complexion feels different from all the ones you’ve known. Soft, slim, strong but far from imponent; this body of his feels exactly as you would’ve imagined. And his smell is most pleasant: wood tones, sober flowers, a slight breeze. Your body appears to respond to what your senses captured from him.

– “Is everything alright?”- Ominis is not sure how to reciprocate the squeeze.

- “Perfect, Ominis. Now please, I beg you… hold me.” - You hope he doesn't care for the insistance in your voice. Rather he quickly imitates the posture of your arms in your body and locks them both without questioning further. Sebastian had to join after a minute, it’s not usual that he gets to share a moment like this with his best friends. Although, now that he thinks about it, they could hug a lot more often from now on.

The rest of your spare time you three spend it sitting in the grass, telling the silliest jokes that made your stomachs and faces hurt while finishing the coldest toast and tea you've ever had. Sebastian then noticed you’re now late to Charms’ class. Since he was first to get going you took the chance to get closer to Ominis, still seated in the ground, and reaching for his ear you whispered:

- “Today is the day, my dear friend. Meet me right here after third period for breaking into you-know-where to you-know-what. We’ll find out the truth about the note we talked about.” – Ominis tried not to make a big fuzz out of it but his body definitely reacted to the sudden contact the same way as when you gave him the hug moments ago. Good thing he’s been blushing the whole time from the sun, he’s simply not used to this closeness; he expects you won’t notice. Except, sure, the moment you helped him getting on his feet you felt his skin sweat and shiver at your touch. “How odd, I’d never imagine he’d get this nervous about breaking into a professor’s chamber when we did far worst last year”, you thought to yourself inferring his reaction had to do with the deet you’re about to make. But really, unlike Sebastian, Ominis is just an awkward boy when it comes to physical things.

Speaking of which, Sebastian took a look to you both, wide smiling. When you interrogated him, he said:

- “I’m just glad we get to spend this much time together. Don’t we have the same classes this year?”

- “Hm, now that you mention it, our core and elective classes are the same. But I wanted to do something about our extra-curricular classes.”

- “Extra-curricular?!” – Both Sebastian and Ominis yelled in disbelief.

- “What? I thought it’d be nice taking all the opportunities the school offered.” – You showed them a small piece of papyrus with the classes for this year.

- “I swear, if I didn’t know you better, I’d never believe you have fun at all.” – Sebastian laughed.

- “I manage quite well, thank you.”

- “So just to be sure…” – Ominis added after jinxing the paper so it would turn its words into brail. – “We’re taking Charms, Defense Against Dark Arts, Flying, Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination AND Alchemy together? Give me a break, you see me in the common room every day. I have Sebastian sleeping next to me every night. Only [Your Name] is not there because of gender classifications…”

- “You know that not even that can stop me.”

- “…Bloody hell, we even spend time in the Undercroft. Don’t you have more friends?”

- “Plenty.” – You said unironically.

- “Not really.” – Answered Sebastian at the same time. – “Oh, but don’t forget we’re taking Magical Theory and Muggle Arts too.”

- “WE?” – Ominis is exasperated. – “I did not sign for that.”

- “Good thing you didn’t have to. Seems as she enlisted us the very first day.”

- “It’ll look chic in our curriculums.”

- “DO YOU SERIOUSLY EXPECT TO TAKE AND PASS ALL THOSE CLASSES?” - Ominis' getting exasperated.

- “No. As I did last year with my O.W.L.s I expect them to be all Outstanding.”

- “Sebastian, tell her she’ll collapse unless she stops.”

- “Ha ha, as if me warning her about anything was ever effective.”

- “Usually is the other way around, anyway.” – You pointed. - “Hey, if you guys won’t take those classes is fine. But you have this next week to drop them off. Tomorrow we’ll have the first class of Magical Theory. Apparently, the new Professor was attending some urgent matters with the Ministry and couldn’t start classes on time. As for Muggle Art, is more of a workshop if you will, less rigorous than other courses.”

You three kept going about your academic choices as you headed towards Professor Ronan’ classroom. It felt nice discussing as normal students for a change. You wondered if the rest of your classmates constantly made these kinds of jokes. Are their everyday activities far from darkness and danger? If you could, would you trade who you are? Impossible. Someone must do it, and as strange as it sounds, you have renewed energy to face the guilt and impotence. Things are going to change for the best. Together you’ll make sure of that.

A few hours later, the time for you and Ominis to meet at the Transfiguration courtyard arrived but you don’t show up on time. That’s unusual but your friend won’t panic. Except of course, half an hour passes and there’s no sign of you. He started to wonder if you changed you mind about involving him in this research. Do you think of him as uncapable? Unlikely. Do you want to protect him? That sounds more like you. Yet you’ve agreed on the opposite, which leaves him with this final question: Did something terrible happened to you? Now he’s nervous. No, that’s an understatement. He feels sick at this scenery of you being hurt. Suddenly, someone pulls him out of his thoughts.

- “You’re Ominis Gaunt, right?” – He recognized the voice of Garreth Weasley and Ominis made a wry face immediately. Not that they’re enemies but certainly he can’t remember having a real conversation with him and adding his reputation, Ominis decided he was a poor influence after the troubles he made you endure during Professor Sharp’s class last year. In conclusion: not a fan. That’s why he doesn’t stop his tongue from its rudeness when answering:

- “What is it, Weasley? Can I help you or you’re just stating the obvious?”

- “Easy now, I’m just making a special delivery.” – He then put a small paper in Ominis’ hands. It’s jinxed with the brail he’s used to read.

“Meet me at our special room. Plan just changed. I’ll explain later. ‘This is me protecting you all.’ [Your Initials]”

Ominis recognized his own words. He told you that exact line when he tried to discourage you from knowing what happened at the Gaunt’s during holidays; a conversation only both of you know about. You guessed it right that he’d doubt of your messenger. Nonetheless, those were your initials, there’s no question. Assuming you wrote that, now you want to see him at the Room of Requirements? That’s farther away from Madame Kogawa’s chambers, unfortunately he has no other option than to make his way there as it seems you won’t appear around here. When he's finally in the right place, and before he can open his mouth, you pull him inside leading him where it smells as herbs boiling and sounds exactly as the potions stations in Sharp’s classroom.

- “Before you say anything I needed to bring you somewhere safe from prying eyes or ears. Something happened before we arrived at Charm’s class this morning, and since we were late we couldn’t know about it, so Natty told me during the session… Black came in saying they’re now making arbitrary inspections on our wands.”

- “What do you mean? Is that even possible?”

- “Apparently. That got Garreth on serious troubles. When he met you, he was on his way to detention, actually. Natty said it was like reading a criminal’s record: a list was casted from his wand and it read itself in front of everyone. She said they doubt even his aunt’s influence would save him from this one. Nothing of dark magic, but still…”

- “Then, is Black allowed to forbid certain spells apart from the unforgivable curses?”

- “I don’t think so. But he wasn’t allowed to cancel quidditch and that didn’t stop him.”

- “We could report him just like Madame Kogawa did. Stop this foolery he calls supervision. It’s plain espionage. What are we doing now?”

- “Oh, we’re still breaking in. I have plenty more reasons now to know about Kogawa’s experiences and whatever documents she keeps. But we’re doing it properly.” – You then gave him a warm flask that smelled just like the rest of the room. – “I just hope with all this rushing the potion is ready.”

- “What are you giving me exactly?”

- “We, Natty included, are drinking this invisibility potion. She knows how to cast magic without a wand, so there’s no way to track her. She’s alohomor-ing that door while guarding the entrance and we’re getting inside to search for the documents Kogawa presented to the Ministry or, if she’s responsible of the other notes I hope we may find something that gives us enough information to earn her trust. As barging.”

- “What if she’s not the one making the notes?”

- “I suppose at least we’ll be closer to the truth.”

Everything happens so quickly. Since the potion originally takes a lot more time, you’re aware the effects will wear off sooner. The instant you’re inside, Ominis accio-ed the whole room, yet you knew spells won’t work this time. - “We’ll have to make it à la muggle.” -, you said. A few moments later, Kogawa’s desk was utterly messed up until you did find the very same note Professor Omai had. Except this time, it was specifically remitted to Kogawa. Something between the lines: “It’s clear that Black is trying to punish you. As professors we must unite efforts for our students and Hogwarts autonomy. The Minister can’t keep getting away with these games.”

- “I might be even more confused now. Is the Ministry making all these changes?”

- “To be fair, our Headmaster is insufferable but not bright enough to prohibit magic altogether. Not without protection or a plan. Makes sense once you think about it.” – Ominis pointed and swiftly added. – “I think I might have found something else…” He then handed you an open notebook, the pages he showed you were totally blank.

- “Um, I’m sorry Ominis, I don’t think I follow. There’s nothing written on them.”

- “Oh, is that so? I should have guessed. Except… I feel the words. I can only assume that Kogawa must had written over these very pages, maybe for support. The thing is… it seems as she wrote back to whoever send her the first note. It's marked right here.”

- “Ominis, you’re a genius.” – Of course made sense that your friend was able to recognize the textures quick-wittedly, he’s had a lifetime of practice with brail. – “Next time we’re around Hogsmeade I’m inviting you the butterbeers.” – You finally laughed while Ominis extracted both pages delicately so you can analyze them later.

Everything is going according to plan except that Natty rushes inside with half her body appearing. - “Guys, I hate to break it to you this way but someone’s coming and the potion is already losing effect. Are you all done? Are we hiding or are we leaving?”

- “I think is best we leave right now. Whatever Kogawa is keeping here is not worth the risk now that we know the Ministry itself is implementing all this shadowing measures.”

- “Now, why that doesn’t surprise me?” – Natty said and you three turned to the door except it was too late. The handle started to turn and you’re casting the dissillusionment spell as fast as you can. Surely Kowaga will notice but you still must try, don’t you?

Suddenly a shorter figure enters the room rather indifferent to the three transparent students in front of him. It’s Amit Thakkar and he’s carrying a tower of books. Of course! You’ve seen him making errands for professors all the time. Surely Kogawa sent him in, with her class about to start she couldn’t spare a moment to do so. Now, the books in his sight will protect you all for a moment, but you still have to make your way out of here. At least that’s what you were trying to do until Natty changed her mind. She took Ominis’ hand along with yours and accio on Amit only to appear at the Central Hogwarts Valley.

Ominis was not happy. – “What in Merlin’s beard was that? Where are we?”

- “Ominis, it’s okay. We made an apparition.” – You pulled him close so he would feel safer. – “Natty, what was that? We were so close to getting out.”

- “I’m aware. But it occurred to me that our friend here could be of help in our search.”

Amit is not the bravest wizard you’ve meet but he’s good keeping secrets when asked to. Except, convincing him of your cause will be difficult since he won’t stop yelling and pushing you away.

- “Are you all insane? I thought I was about to die. I’m reporting you all to Deputy Headmistress. I demand you to return me to the castle.” – Natty laughed lightheartedly at Amit’s demands.

- “Not so fast, my friend. Let’s take a walk and a talk.” – Natty offered him a piece of… chocolate? He certainly felt a lot more at ease at the friendly gesture and followed her into the woods. She winked at you as saying, ‘Just wait here and see’. You just know Natsai won’t have any trouble convincing him to work with you for she can be quite persuasive. In fact, his cooperation is exactly what you need right now. An ally amongst professors.

Meanwhile Ominis recovered his composure and realized you were holding hands. How attentive of you, trying to calm him down even when you’re deeply nervous as well. He could tell by feeling the way your hand shivered and sweated in his. He wasn’t planning in letting go soon but as if you were thinking the same as him, you drop his fingers and brushed it off with small talk.

- “I… think I’ll study the pages we just extracted from the notebook back at the Room of Requirements. If that’s okay with you. I could send you another of those brail notes to let you know is ready.”

- “Sure, that’s a great idea. But um… you could just let me know in class.”

- “Although you’re right, I was thinking if you could help me with something else.” – Ominis feels immediately unsettled by your tone.

- “Anne’s been avoiding me, and I think is because she believes I had something to do with Sebastian’s situation. I can’t blame her, is because of me that he was able to search and found all that information about dark... About those things. I was thinking if you could spend some more time with her, turn into her confident and if she feels like it, she could get closer to me. You're already good friends, it should be easy. But first she must know we’re not plotting something sinister. You know what I mean?”

- “I think I follow. We could try it… for a while. But if it doesn’t work we should simply talk with her. We could do it together if you will.” – Ominis is trying not to make obvious that he’s not comfortable with said plan, but he knows how much you care about Anne and what she thinks of you. Because in the end, you consider her a close friend too. This time you didn’t even have to try convincing him. He’s willing to make an effort for his friend.

Of course, nothing about him seems to escape your senses, and you’re making changes in your renewed plan to make him feel better. – “It’s not like we’re going to stop hanging out. You can always come to the Room. Or we could see each other at the Undercroft.”

- “I’d much rather spend our time at the Room of Requirements. The Undercroft’s fine but it feels as it holds too much of the Sallows, don’t you agree?”

You gifted him the brightest laugh. – “I do know what you mean. Quite ironic if we remember that very chamber was known to your family only.”

- “Oh, don’t make me start into the whole Gaunt’s decorative decisions inside the castle. I deeply disagree with them. Even without sight I can tell is not an inviting atmosphere. I own a warmer taste.”

- “Ominis, now that you mention it, I’ve been wanting to ask you. And I hope this doesn’t sound insensitive. But… how would you describe your perception of spaces? Back there you’ve shown me your sense of touch and its capabilities. I wonder if…”

- “… If the rest of my senses are alike? Well, some people do rely on touch or hearing. Or if they'd lost sight gradually, they possess some sort of guide of familiar places and things. But for me, being blind since my birth, it drove me to pay attention to details and rely mostly on my memory and the way I feel around places, things, and people from an early age. If you ask me, I do believe sometimes people underestimate the role of memory. Alongside that, every sense, thought, sensation and emotion works together to navigate me throughout the world, just like any other person. If I’m honest with you, I don’t think I ever had a complex about it. And now that my wand does so much for me, things are only easier. I feel more than capable of being independent.”

- “I greatly thank you for telling me all this, Ominis. And if you allow me, I would like to make a confession. Since we’ve met, I’ve admired you for your great sense of justice and autonomy from your family’s ethos. It’s not easy leaving one’s family, even if one knows they’re not right. I’ve seen you constantly questioning the nature of injustices and you’ve made a stand about it. You’re not indifferent to what surrounds you, and I think it would be unfair to disregard how much endeavor you put into making of these places you live in, well… much better. Thank you, Ominis.”

- “I… well, I’m… I try. Sorry, I mean…” – Ominis is speechless. Not in a million years he would have guessed you had that esteem for him. Undoubtedly, your words have moved him deep. Oh, now that he knows this he’s going to miss you so much these next weeks. How could you do this to him?

He even won’t be able to put his ideas into order for you since Natty just reemerged with a tranquil Amit by her arm saying - “Are you ready for dinner?” And just like that he’s back to the Great Hall listening you talk with Sebastian from afar just like the first night.

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𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 - Chapter II

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Ominis Gaunt x Female Reader (fluff, the slowest of burns and angst but not really because I’m too soft for that. Also, the plot is plotting, so be patient)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: A first day of a sixth-year in Hogwarts told from three different perspectives: Natsai Omai, Imelda Reyes and Poppy Sweeting. They'll tell you all about what's happening inside and outside the castle, and of course, they're willing to be your companions. Working together is how you'll manage to unravel every mystery.

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 3,827 words.

✧❈Chapter 1 | Masterlist | Chapter 3❈✧

Chapter 2. Dim lights and lightning

Sun rises brightly in the first day of classes and Natsai is getting ready for a quick stop in the Great Hall before her charm’s class. Usually, she eats breakfast with her mom, Professor Mudiwa Onai, but she had to leave earlier since Headmaster Black summoned all professors for an emergency meeting. It’s the very first day, Merlin! Already an emergency? Probably is just a tantrum from Black, they thought. Finally, being the last one left in the common room, Natty decided it was time to make her way to Gryffindor’s table where she met Garreth and Leander bragging to Lucan Brattleby about their -allegedly- advanced combat skills so he would admit them in this year’s season of the Crossed Wands Dueling Club. She couldn’t help but laugh for that looked more like they were begging Lucan. Natty then warmly remembered last year when [Your name] paired up with her to win the tournament.

While Nellie Oggspire and Cressida Blume casually chattered about classes and expectations for this year, Natty reached for her wand to make sure she was ready for class only to realize she left it at her mom’s desk ever since they came back from vacations. To be fair, our young hero casts magic without a wand’s aid, so the instrument remained unbothered until now. As far as she’s concerned, she could dispense from said magic stick only if not because it is required for classes. With the last bites of her breakfast, she promised her colleagues she’d return right on time for Professor Ronen’s lecture. - “You better run, Natty. Off she goes, our golden Head Girl.” – Garreth yelled encouraging her pace with what it sounded a smile on his face. She felt warmth washing over her, to think that not so many months ago she and her mom had to face difficulties alone, and now… They both have found a vibrant community, and most certainly, the ‘Hero of Hogwarts’ was just one of the many friends she made. When people think about it Natsai is a great representative of Gryffindor: strong, brave, and loyal. How marvelous is to feel cherished and appreciated, to have a kinship again.

- “There you are, you whimsical stick” – Natty said when she retrieved her wand which it was buried in letters, crystals and other tools of Divination class. One of those notes sticked out of the bunch. It was a grey papyrus with no signature. Natty’s hands moved inadvertently fully extending said note. Just for the sake of curiosity she read its lines:

“Headmaster Black is well known for pushing arbitrary measures for degrading services and prohibiting activities, but most recently, his stickler behavior suggests forbidding leaving the castle at all, starting with students and there’s no doubt professors will follow. The situation in Black Lake is already worrisome enough, but Black’s response with discouraging the Ministry from investigating furthermore will put all of us at risk. Undoubtedly, he’s punishing Prof. Kogawa for reporting him and opening a trial until Quidditch was resumed. But he’s also trying to prevent us to respond with his reductions from the school budget and a renewed crescent vigilance. WE MUST TAKE ACTION NOW, Phineas Nigellus Black must be stopped.”

Natsai quickly put the note in her robe for she knows of a certain witch that will be interested in, firstly, knowing who wrote the note, and later, help stopping Black... Even if it means deposing him. Now, she must get out from her mom’s classroom before her students arrive and she comes back from the meeting. As this new information sinks in, it makes absolute sense: what if Prof. Black already found the note and that’s why he gathered all professors earlier? Maybe he already fired the writer of the note, even. Or maybe, they’re still on time to work together. Natty’s mind rushed with possibilities as she opened the door for an already stacked up Charm’s class.

- “I’ve just found something scandalous, my dear friend. Something worth investigating further.”

- “Natsai Onai, you never stop surprising me. First class of the first day and you already stepped upon a mystery.” – You said as she sat in the spot you reserved for her at the very same desk you shared since last year. Professor Ronan only gave you a frowned smile implying ‘Silence, class is about to start’. Since it was the first lesson of the year you all have a bit of fun along with overviewing what was about to come academically. Then, Professor Ronan decided it was best to dismiss his students a few moments earlier, not before announcing he got chosen as the new Gryffindor’s Head of House.

- “Needless to say, I’m fully attentive to any doubts, suggestions, or troubles you may have during this course. Do come to me and communicate them freely, do we have a deal? Oh, and fear not, dear students, I now might be partial to Gryffindor’s House but not to my apprentices, haha! I’m the same old Abraham Ronan.” – With lighthearted smiles and laughs from all houses’ students, class was over. Then, Ominis and Sebastian were approaching, but Natty prevented them from extracting you. – “I think is best we discuss this somewhere more private, away from most Professors. How would you like a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks?” – She offered and you couldn’t refuse. Gesturing your male companions goodbye, you left them confused but nowhere surprised. It was only right to see you flee into another adventure. Besides, Sirona will be pleased to see that you couldn’t stay away from the establishment, not even for twenty-four hours. That’ll make her cackle.

Meanwhile, Professor Sharp held a reunion with Slytherin’s prefects (Imelda Reyes as Head Girl and the Head Boy whose last name was Gaunt, presumably one of Omini’s cousins whose first name no one mattered to use, denoting how much people only cared for families’ influences). Representatives from each year were there too, including Anne Sallow for the fifth years. Sharp intended to inform his students about last night incident and the reason Headmaster Black summoned all Professors that morning.

- “First and foremost, in said reunion it was decided that for this year’ effects I’m ought to execute all Head of House’ responsibilities. That being said, if there are any complains about this, I suggest you reach out to Deputy Headmistress Weasley, I’m sure she’ll gladly take charge of it. However, the imperative matter to discuss… Apparently, last night a first-year student woke up in the middle of the night and intended to head to the lavatories but didn’t get far. When passing throughout the heart of the common room they saw somewhat ‘unusual lights shining in the lake’, as they said.” – Imelda turned to watch everyone around her intrigued why some floating luminescence was relevant.

Professor Sharp continued, - “Those lights seemed to approach the squid in the lake and inflicted it some damage. The squid responded by hitting the windows in the common room while trying to get rid of whatever glowing menace was hurting it. As if that wasn’t enough… windows did start to crack. A reparo spell was enough, but then again, the whole castle is supposed to be protected with numerous enchantments. We can only assume whatever casted those lights had enough strength to dissolve our protection, an unidentified magical creature perhaps.” – When Aesop finished speaking all students argued about the castle and their classmates’ safety. Soon things started to escalate with yells and complains about Headmaster Black and his constant negligence, about how as much as Professor Hecat is virtuous herself, their Defense Against Dark Arts lessons won't be enough if some menace was roaming Hogwarts’ grounds. Now, Sharp understands Black’s unpopularity, but Dinah’s methodology won’t be question in front of him, so the discussion was shut quickly.

Whilst Imelda walked back to her dorm she debated internally if it would be wise as Prefect to seek for advice. No, she’s far too proud. Could she dare ask you for help? Should you both search for more clues? That’s absurd, why would she team up with anyone? Besides, why does she care what a first-year old peeing themselves thought they saw? All of this happened with no witnesses and Headmaster Black could have lied about Mr. Moon fixing the windows. Right? Imelda was nearly convinced to shake the worries off until she heard the Common room’ portraits discuss: - “How could they not see what was happening right beside them?”- An old woman said, - “Well, to be fair, one of them was the Blind Gaunt boy and the other girl was barely leaving her sight out of him, oh teenagers...” – A grey-haired man with the longest beard replied. Imelda stopped in her tracks.

- “Now wait there, which students do you refer to? Are you talking about last night incident? I demand you to answer, as Slytherin’s Prefect, I, Ms. Reyes…”-

- “Yes, yes. Imelda, no need for your theatrics.” – The lady interrupted. – “I think you know them very well. Now that I think about it, you’re all sixth years. You know, the boy Gaunt that is always in the company of the Sallow’s twins, not the one that became a Prefect last year, but rather the quiet, non-arrogant one. Actually, we’ve grown quite fond of him for his constant teasing to firsts-years with the mermaids, makes us all laugh every time. And the girl beside him, well, she happens to be the so-called Hero of Hogwarts. Surely you know who.” – Of course it was you, it’s always you, aren’t you? Teaming up is it, then.

Third period passed with not much of a fuss and Poppy happened to have free time to roam before Flying class. The insides of the castle didn’t seem the most appealing option to explore for now for she much rather spend her free time in the wilderness or some garden at least, Poppy decided she wanted to search for ingredients for future healing potions that her rescued beasts could use. And that’s exactly how she found Anne Sallow in a rather unfortunate state in the southern grounds. She seemed to be alone, and some not-really-dried tears still hanged from her blushed cheeks.

- “Hey, are you alright? Are you hurt?” – Poppy quickly reached out for the girl and offered a handkerchief.

- “Oh, how kind of you. I’m fine it’s just… a complicated matter.” – Anne answered.

- “Although I’m sure I’d understand, don’t feel pressured to give me more details about it.”- Poppy reasoned. – “Wait a minute, you look familiar, haven’t we seen each other in classes?”.

- “I guess we’ve had. I’m Anne Sallow…”

- “Sebastian’s twin, of course. Now I remember he told me last year you couldn’t return for our 5th year. But now… you’re here.” – Poppy gave an honest smile. It’s true that Sebastian never elaborated about Anne’s condition with her, but she guessed had it had something to do with her health. Poppy knew that [Your name] was extensively aware of the situation, though. She wouldn’t have dared to ask for more details about it to any of them. Never occurred to her that she’ll be meeting Ms. Sallow.

- “I guess it’s a long story, and even though I’m not ashamed for the things I’ve had to face, it’s not the most pleasing tale to tell.”

- “Oh, lucky you, I’m good with complicated stories. I’m sure we could share each other’s before my Flying class starts… If you feel comfortable sharing, of course. Either way I’m looking forward to make new friends… human friends. Last year I met the most loyal companion to share my passions and fears. We even took some poachers along the way and rescued beasts that needed help.”

- “That sound lovely!” – Anne offered a larger smile, feeling more at ease with this new company.

- “Sure it was. Maybe you’ve heard of her. All the adults call her the “Hero of Hogwarts”, but we both laugh at that. I prefer to call her [Your first name].”

- “Well… Actually, I do know her. Sebastian introduced her to me around this time last year. She visited us at Feldcroft where I used to live.” – Now Anne’s smile disappeared completely, and Poppy noticed that immediately. Maybe she shouldn’t push Anne way too much with her questions. Instead, she offered to keep her company retrieving the ingredients she needed, and both agreed they would meet again very soon. Whatever happened between you two, she’ll be patient to know all about it. As far as she’s concerned, days can pass rather slowly. Clouds slung unhurried, clear skies and beams of sunlight illuminated their way as well it tenders them and all the flowers around with warmth.

On the other hand, you asked yourself if all days will be this long. You were on your way to the point of reunion Ominis and you agreed on last night while thinking of everything Natty and Imelda told you about the state of the school this very evening. This was just way too confusing, was there a professor willing to risk their job making those notes about Headmaster Black? Sure, most staff and students despise him, but it’ll cost a great deal making those assertions, and what about the Lake? How was possible you missed that out? Was there something you were not seeing last night? You could only feel relieve in the thought that now someone you trusted could figure things out in a more intimate and discrete way. You’re sorry for Ominis but he will have to become your emotional support for now. Not that you’re not willing to do the same for him. Either way, your friend was already there, utterly nervous for he was sure any Prefect could find you easily.

- “Ominis, I’m so glad you came. Please do follow my voice. The place we’re about to enter, well… it’s something of a hidden place.”

- “Yes, yes. I’ll hear you talk all about it inside. Please, don’t want to end up in detention. Unlike Sebastian, I appreciate my behavioral record clean.”

As the Room of Requirements was casted you only could laugh at how nervous he was! – “Never had occurred to me that you happened to care about reputation.”

- “Don’t get confused. It’s not reputation I care about. Far from an untainted record, I worry about the notifications Black is sending to my parents. Not that I’m certain he sends them, of course.” – Now Ominis sounded somewhat somber, and you started to regret your remarks.

Once inside, you made sure Deek was nowhere to be seen. Ominis followed you down the stairs to the set of couches you casted last year as an attempt to make a cozy living room. – “I’m guessing I should tell you that besides Deek and Professor Weasley, you’re the only one that I’ve shared this place with. The only one I’ve invited and that happens to be my colleague too. A student, I mean.”

- “Well, I’m most certainly keeping the secret and I’m grateful for your trust. I’m not sharing this with anyone, distinct from what Sebastian did with the Undercoft.” – Ominis said playfully, not really angry with Sebastian. After all, had not been for breaking that secrecy you both wouldn’t have become as close as you’re nowadays… After all, he knew he owed Sebastian for bringing you into their lives the way you did. Even if what came next was atrocious for all, especially for Sebastian himself. The thought made Ominis shiver: a world with no you in his life in exchange for his friend Sebastian being unaware to Dark Magic. No, this was not your fault, and he would never trade you or regret anything that led him to this moment. With a depth breath he continued: – “Now, as much as I’m curious about this place, it’ll be more fertile my visit if you start telling me about this urgent news you mention earlier.”

As you started your narration from the note that Natty found to the incident with the squid, Ominis walked around, sat again, shook his legs, crossed his arms, held his face, but never, not even for a second, spared his attention away from you. His patience was not abundant, sure. But this attitude of profound listening as he was absorbing your words certainly made you feel reassured. All your friends are good listeners, but some are too impulsive (such as Sebastian). Not Ominis, he carried himself in a way that made people feel that he truly understands the severity of the situations. The first time you noticed that was on the second letter you send each other during holidays, when you told him extensively about Sebastian’s state – regretful, ashamed, scared, but somehow, full of hope and determination – Ominis then replied with concise advice for you to help Sebastian the way he needed the most. He then signed: “Now that you’re undoubtedly willing to help the one that for the most time was my only one true friend… Know that I’m forever in debt. That I shan’t forget.” The way Ominis loves his friends – the family he chose for himself at the distressing background of his bloodline –, it just made you crave for it. Wondered since that day if you’ll ever mean that much for him, or if the bond you both share is simply destined to be different from the one he has with Sebastian.

When you finished speaking, he hummed letting everything sink in his mind – “If the Headmaster is planning on gradually banning much more, then maybe this is the moment to search for whoever made the note. I think is wise if you ask Ms. Ryan to gather information at Hogsmeade for us in case we can’t leave the castle soon. I can only guess the incident in the Lake and this censorship and surveillance they talk about is related since Black warned us about the Lake last night, he knew something was off since who-knows when. And I’ll dare to suggest that we should pay a visit to Prof. Kogawa’s private chambers to search for clues. After all, she was the one that reported Black to the Ministry, and the note only mentions her. Although we can’t be sure it was her, that would be too easy to assume, maybe they put her name on it for more than one purpose, but we ought to try.”

- “I do agree, And I suggest we team up with Natty, at least for Kogawa’s issue. After all, she was the one that found the note. She’ll be more than please to continue adventuring in the matter. Also… I should confess now that actually there’s a way to get to Hogsmeade without technically leaving the castle. I can show you when the time comes if needed.”

- “You… How do you even…? Forget it. First this room and now a secrete passageway. I feel like you’re the one that inherit Hogwarts’s secrets. The name Gaunt can’t even grant me that. Alright, you talk with Natsai, I can convince Imelda to work with us too, at least for the squid issue. I bet she’s willing to stop sleeping and would keep an eye on the common room’s windows only to assure she’s the one that takes down whatever creature attacked the squid. Nevertheless, if we learnt anything last year is that no one can unravel Hogwarts’ mysteries alone, she’ll need our help.”

- “That’s yet another matter I wanted to discuss with you… How are we so sure it was a beast that attacked the squid? What if someone is actually trying to break into the castle? Think about it, all this time the ecosystem in the Black Lake has kept itself utterly balanced. If what Imelda said is true, we should inquire the portraits in the Common Room, don’t we? And maybe the student that saw the whole thing.”

- “Although I agree with your plan, a caution is essential: Professor Sharp and my cousin, the new Prefect, shan’t know about what we’re doing. Specially my cousin. If my family gets informed very bad things will happen… I say we can dispense from interviewing the student and we stick with the portraits for now. Last thing we want is someone telling Sharp about our activities.”

- “Ominis, I’m starting to worry…”

- “Good, because as much as I think the Gaunt’s are absolute buffoons their name holds power.”

- “That’s not what I was trying to say. I meant I’m worried about you. You’ve had implied more than once that your parents are now aware of your life here… While last year you’d say they couldn’t care less if you were still alive, or how about the times your little sister ignored you the whole class year even though she got sorted in Slytherin too? Does this sudden change had something to do with Anne returning to Hogwarts?”

He should have guessed you’d quickly infer what was really happening. – “Look, it’s complicated and I swore to myself that I won’t drag any of you to my family’s circus. Believe me, I haven’t forgotten our letters where we decided to give our all to protect our friends. This is me protecting you all.”

- “Ominis, listen to me, I can understand keeping Anne and Sebastian from knowing this, but you’ve said it yourself… Your family is quite influential. Please, let me be your ally.” - Clearly, he wanted to tell you everything, you could read it in his troubled expression. The way he gives in fully when you eloquently convince him. Such as the time he relinquished searching for Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium. This time the burden was too great to endure it himself and your words offers him some relief. He’s about to let you know about the intimidation he received from his own father after he agreed to help Anne out. He wants to tell you too about how his mother persuade him into pay them a visit only to become the laughingstock of the Gaunt’s in that brief but tortuous visit. He longs to share the way his heart broke all over again and yet managed to keep a straight face. Would you feel proud of his efforts to protect Anne and Sebastian? He only can wonder.

Then again if anything happens to you because you got involved… He’d never forgive himself. He much rather bears this alone. – “All I ask from you right for now is to trust me, alright? Trust me that I have my reasons for not telling you more about it, can you do that for me?” – Ominis’ voice was soft, as if it was caressing your ears. Even though his petition felt like an instruction, there was a hint of frustration, as if he was begging. This touched your heart deeply. You just can’t say not to him, do you? After you agreed (for now) you both limited your words, used only the bare necessaries to carry your way to Slytherin’s common room. The night better embraces you into slumber fast, Merlin knows you’ll need rest.

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𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 - Chapter I

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Ominis Gaunt x Female Reader (fluff, the slowest of burns and angst but not really because I’m too soft for that. Also, the plot is plotting, so be patient)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: After your 5th year in Hogwarts things got complicated between the Sallow’s twins, and somehow Ominis and you grew closer for the very same reasons. You both tried to face your 6th year making amends between them while solving mysteries inside and outside the castle... Like the unusual lights that appeared inside the Black Lake, or the secret conspirancy against Headmaster Phineas Black that somehow seems related! Looks like this year will be as eventful as last one. Except this time, you can count with stronger friendships and an -almost- unconditional companion, your dearest friend, Ominis.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Mentions of physical and verbal violence, spoilers if you haven’t played/watched HL. Also, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry in advance if there are spelling or grammar errors. And lastly but no least: this is a safe space for anyone regardless sexual orientation, gender expression or any other preferences of self-representation. You're seen and worthy of respect and love.

𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: +3k words.

Masterlist | Chapter 2❈✧

𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰: The events occur during the 6th year for MC, Sebastian and Ominis. Anne does return to Hogwarts as a special request from the Ministry (by influence of Mr. Gaunt, Ominis’ father), so she gets the chance to study her 5th year and take her O.W.L.s while receiving special care in the Hospital Wing. Also, MC is a Slytherin, I thought that would complicate things and constantly summon tension in their dynamics because of the whole “So close yet so far” situation, so naturally I went for it. Also, I'm trying to alternate the narration with personal journal entries and letters between characters. Hope this provides authenticity to the storytelling.

Chapter 1. Talking in whispers

September 1st, 1891 – Feldcroft

Weather most certainly has been unusual these past few days, but it’s not the only oddity in my journeys lately. As my return to Hogwarts approached, I began to notice that with the stormy days, came a deep uncertainty about what our sixth year may uphold. I must admit, I’ve grown rather anxious in the worst of ways. In the past, my friends -the Sallows’ twins- had received me in their home so I can keep the distance between my extended and even my nuclear family during the summer. Nonetheless, with their uncle passing, I felt as if my presence could draw in indiscretion. Anne tried to shove that thought off by keeping her invitation to stay at Feldcroft. I know she does trust me and we’re close friends, but it just wasn’t the same without Sebastian. From whom actually, I received constant owls since she stopped answering his letters, incessantly asking if she could ever forgive him and the extent of his regret.

I must say, I thought about stopping answering him too, but a good friend in common reassured me it was best to keep an eye on him, and maybe, with our return to the castle, we could try make amends and start over new our friendship. This friend of mine… I’ve talked about her in this very journal of mine, yet I’ve not dare to register her name or make grandiose descriptions about her character. Until now. I owe her keeping my sanity during this summer and I’m deeply thankful for her friendship since last year. During the holidays we were able to catch up with what was her first year in Hogwarts and the way she had to stay put between classes, combating poachers, ashwinders, defeating Rookwood and ending Ranrok’s rebellion, and if that wasn’t enough, she watched Professor Fig die in combat. Never occurred to me that that much of a burden she had to carry and kept silence about it. Now that we’ll see each other again, I’m truly eager to tell her how fond my admiration for her has grown. It’s actually funny when I think that one of our firsts interactions was me getting angry because Sebastian showed her the Undercroft. Who would have guessed how valuable has she become to me in the past few months?

I, too, owe her taking care of Sebastian. Since he couldn’t get home, she made sure to keep him company, she even found them both a job and a place to stay with Sirona  Ryan during the summer at the Three Broomsticks. Ms. Ryan said it was like watching herself during the time that she, as student, started attending tables at the mythical establishment. My dear friend speaks highly about Sirona and her great generosity and thanks her constantly. I shall do the same on behalf of them if I’m ever at the Three Broomsticks soon.

Enough of the labors of my magic quill on this journal for now. As I recite these lines, my travel to Hogwarts has come to an end. I’ll meet Anne there. Perhaps my anxious trembling gives me a truce when I’m in my friends’ company once more.

-Ominis Gaunt

While Ominis made his way to the castle you and Sebastian were frantically packing your belongings back in your shared piece at The Three Broomsticks. It was rather small but enough for two individual beds, a small table, and a private bathroom. With a single window that stand between beds, it casted an invisible division in the rather cozy room: your side fairly tided and organized, and Sebastian’s, well… it was utterly chaotic but none of your problem. Sirona had wished to provide you with the best room she rented but Sebastian and you insisted the small one would do. Besides, it was sufficient for the time that you’ll work there. But back to the present, you seriously needed to focus since you were minutes away from the sorting ceremony for the new students and of course, the welcoming feast.

- “Remind me to never stay up late the night before classes.” – Sebastian said as he tried to dry his hair from the shower he just took. He woke up a couple of hours ago and his suitcases were nowhere close to be finished.

- “I can only try but I’m sure you’ll complain and convince me to let you be” – You said with a laugh as your belongings were finishing being arranged. Not that you carry much with you since most of your priced possessions were reclused in the Room of Requirements inside the castle. Note to self: See Deek immediately to check on the recently rescued beasts that he wrote you during the holidays about.

- “And that’s why we make a good team, my dearest friend.” – He answered playfully. That’s most certainly true. As summer went by, Sebastian and you grew even closer. The care you put in your interactions with him in his darkest of moments… he’ll be forever thankful for it. In retribution, he cultivated his patience for Anne’s response. Sebastian promised himself to make all the possible effort into righting his wrongs; first and foremost: by staying out of trouble this year. Ominis and you decided to not turn Sebastian in and he won’t spoil what could be his last chance before it’s too late.

- “Well, I think I’ve finished with my things. I’m going downstairs to check if Sirona needs help with anything before we leave.” – You said as your suitcases disappeared from the room and reappeared in the cart that waited for both of you outside the establishment. Dispersed thoughts ran in your mind on your way out, and a quite annoying anxiousness traverse your body as you thought about the ceremony close to begin back in the castle.

- "Well, this explains why there’s a cart pulled by thestrals outside my property. What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be long gone by now.” – Sirona asked you warmly when you entered the cellar.

- “After all you’ve done for us, you wouldn’t believe I’d leave without saying goodbye, don’t you Ms. Ryan?” – She laughed at the formality.

- “Since this very moment I remove all work responsibilities and primness from you, young lady”. – She then embraced you. – “Promise me you both will take of each other, and in case trouble appears you’ll run to me and your professors”.

- “Needn’t worry, Sirona. You have my word. And since you seem to need me no more…” – You said dramatically, and she laughed out loud. – “… I say we’ll see you soon enough for some butterbeers.”

- “Can’t wait to have my two best employees back with gossip from the big old castle. Please do give Mirabel my greetings.” – And with that last exchange you headed outside and found a now quite eager Sebastian to leave.

Hogwarts rose proudly, enigmatic, and ever long charming. From its stained-glass windows light was casted and somehow it seemed as if some idyllic glow radiated around the entirety of the castle. You then wondered if would ever be possible to -someday- admire it without loosing your breath. Not even rain spoilded its sight. Your contemplation was interrupted when you felt Sebastian’s leg shake with anticipation. You could only bring your hand to his shoulder. - “Sebastian, it’s going to be alright. I won’t leave your side and I’m sure Ominis is equally avid to meet again.” -

- “I know that, thank you. It’s just… I know Anne is going to be right there and I’m frankly overwhelmed. As much as I deserve it, don’t want to feel her disappointment all over again.” - Sebastian had to turn his head so you didn’t see him sheer a tear.

Absurd, really, since you’ve already cried together countless days and nights when facing the death of Solomon since the very first moment until this. Although you couldn’t blame him, deep down he wished to look put together for Anne, to prove her that even if the road was long, he was willing to redeem himself.

With a sigh he claimed: - “I think we’re here. Ma’am, allow me.” – And then he offered you his hand when getting off the cart.

Rain stopped for a few moments, the moonlight pierced throughout the clouds illuminating the Black Lake and all of Hogwarts’s gardens, meanwhile fresh air filled with petrichor surrounded your senses. As you began walking towards the entrance few familiar voices could be heard, and the very same scene repeated itself everywhere: friends reuniting, young lovers embracing, professors joyfully giving their warm welcomes. That’s why you couldn’t help but to spare a thought for Professor Fig and Miriam, wondering what could have been. Soon enough you reunited with Natty, Poppy, Imelda, Garreth, Leander and Amit in the Great Hall only after waving, yelling salutes and being held in group hugs for a while.

- “I certainly knew people talked about you and your prowess, ‘Hero of Hogwarts’, but never occurred to me you had that many friends.” – Pointed Sebastian.

- “Oh, and I never thought I get to see you jealous, my dear companion.” – You both had to laugh.

Something was true, even though you cared deeply about all the friends you’ve just greeted, you could only worry deep as you search for Anne and Ominis proved infertile. Sebastian was about to call your name only few seconds before Professor Weasley asked to put you aside, to talk about something important, she said.

- “I’m glad to see you reunite with so many friends. During holidays I wondered if you were doing fine with, well… Professor Fig’s passing. I know you both were close, and he was equally your mentor as a friend too.” – You could feel your cheeks covering in shame. Of course you were doing fine with all the work, Sebastian’s company, Sirona’s wisdom, Ominis’ letters, and the occasional visit from your other friends on your days off. Somehow that kept the guilt away for a moment, but it always came back. Guilt for not being smarter, faster, stronger enough. You knew it was unfair blaming you, the only way to prevent something like that from happening, was to practice even harder, expand your knowledge and discipline. But your strength should emerge from guilt? One must be careful when dealing with it. – “...If you need anything please come to my office. Asking for help takes courage and I find you are one of my bravest students. I’m quite aware you’re not only dealing with the departure of Eleazar, but also Sallow twin’s situation keeps you worried, isn’t it? Please, try not to push yourself too much.”

Just like with Sebastian a few moments ago, before you could say anything Professor Weasley only winked an eye leaving you alone again. - “What was that?” – Sebastian approached again.

- “I sometimes forget that Professor Weasley is highly informed about most things that happens to students and the castle. Don’t think she knows the details, but just in case… we ought to be more discrete.”- You finished saying but Sebastian already had his mind somewhere else. Sighing again he implied:

- “No pressure, but you’re the key to whatever happens right now…” – Then you saw them, already sat in Slytherin’s table. Oh, you could run to them and just hug them so dearly, so warmly; but you knew that rushing could ruin things. With both your stomachs turning and chests burning, Sebastian and you started walking towards Ominis and Anne. Earlier it was decided that you would only sit close enough so Ominis can notice you nearby, but Anne wouldn’t have to see Sebastian right away. Patience was crucial.

Whilst houses were sorted between the newest students and announcements were made by Headmaster Phineas Black, Ominis could hear you speak trivialities with other people, he then noticed your proximity. You’ve had explained him in a letter that this was a temporary precaution for Anne. The real confrontation would have place at the Undercroft a few days from now. Although he was convinced it was for the best, he couldn’t shake a certain feeling which his words failed to describe. He only wants this to be over so you could all be friends again. Alas, if he could only see the way you’re looking at him right now, his heart would break for he can’t endure watching his friends afflicted. Ominis might not say it very often, but his actions prove it. All he wants is to protect you all.

- “Before I finish, I must insist you to stay away from the Black Lake until its fauna irregular behavior gets back to normality. According to recent reports, the lake’s not safe, that’s why I’ve decided to prohibit any club’s or extra-curricular activities involving the lake. Violating this rule will imply detention. In exchange, and since Professor Kogawa convinced the Ministry on a quite elaborated trial, this year's quidditch season might be resumed… for now.” – Headmaster Black concluded and automatically Sebastian looked at you as if he was thinking ‘We should investigate’ while the Great Hall filled with both confused and excited conversations between students. Then, Ominis turned to your direction assuming you would read his expression ‘We promised no more recklessness this year’. You three can read each other’s minds, really.

The rest of the feast passed with no remarkable events, although you wished the distance between Ominis’ seat and yours could simply narrow for some support with the growing tension would be appreciated. Silence reigned your lips until it was time to head to the common rooms. Which reminded you... sleep would certainly be a challenge since you shared room with Imelda and other two girls that happened to be strangers to you. Can’t deny that you wished there was a way to beg Anne to forgive Sebastian, turn back in time, for things won’t be the same ever again. What does it take to right the wrongs? What about the irremediability of death itself? Students started to rise from the benches and walk their way out and that was the signal you were hoping for what it felt as breathing again.

Sept. 1st, 1891 – Hogwarts

I wish I could write about anything that didn’t involve fear and solitude. Even though I counted with Ominis’ company during this past couple of months, I just missed deeply my twin. Of course, my mind would be long lost without my friend’s aid, but it feels as merely a reflection, some sort of fog from what was life before. My uncle’s belongings are intact, and I intend to not touch them, not now or ever. Seeing Sebastian again was… meaningful, in a tragic – dreadful way. And watching him so close to this girl, the ‘Hogwarts’ savior’ some say, was somewhat unsettling. Not that I don’t consider her a friend, I’m just quite conflicted. We’re not particularly close and she couldn’t stop watching us, which was quite uncomfortable. I rather not think about this anymore. As I write this journal entry, my roommates are getting into bed. My 5th year feels already wrong. All my life I took classes with Sebastian beside me. I’m not ashamed for staying behind since my health was compromised, and I owe Ominis a great deal since he talked to his family about my situation and appealed to his father’s scarce generosity so he could convince some Ministry authority to take me back into Hogwarts and receive decent treatment. But what does shame me is to think about the great cost that my friend would have to pay to his family for asking that favor. He even confessed before sending the letter “I wonder if they know I’m still alive”, so I’m aware his efforts were significant. It’s also no secret that his little sister started her first year last September and completely ignored him every time she’d ran to him. Merlin, his cousins won’t even talk to him even though they were sorted into Slytherin too! I can’t imagine being oblivious to my own brother. Well… I might actually have now.

Don’t want to think, don’t want to feel right now. Rather sleep.

   -Anne Sallow

You seriously needed to rest. Tiredness showed in your whole face, but it just felt wrong in a moment like this. So, you sat right next to the chimney where you talked to Sebastian on your first day and stared into the fire, thinking ‘What a day’. This started to feel quite nice. You could listen to the music from a distant record player paired with the sound of droplets falling into the tinted-glass roof that the common room has indicating rain arrived once more. As for the sight in front of you, the light casted from the fire was certainly a contrast from the Black Lake that rose meters from your seat. You always wondered what would happen if the glass simply broke, but then again… enchanted castle, it’s less likely to happen. The absurdity of the thought was interrupted by the echo of steps, at first you assumed it was someone who had to leave their chambers for a midnight visit to the bathrooms, but you started to worry when the steps seemed to approach you on a faster pace, and what was that? Were they were calling your name? It was merely a whisper that sends shivers down your spine. Quickly you took the wand in your pocket and casted lumos until the figure responsible showed in front of you.

- “[Your name]? Is that you?”

- “Good heavens, Ominis. You scared me, I thought…”

- “Do forgive me, but to be fair… imagine if it wasn’t you and now someone else knows I’ve been searching for you this late at night. I was the one nervous. Prefects will take any excuse to send people to detention. Power-sick people.” – He chuckled at his own observation.

- “Searching for me, Ominis? Is everything alright?”

- “Yes, of course, relatively I suppose. Sebastian told me back in our room that you probably would be here since you had trouble sleeping lately.”

- “Well, as a matter of fact I have. As this day got closer and closer.” – Ominis’ frowned and wondered what you meant by that.

- “Do you mind if we sit?” – You asked before he could open his mouth questioning you. You headed to a bigger sofa leading Ominis with your voice while extinguishing the fire. Both decided it was time to talk about the circumstances in which your welcome to the castle occurred but got interrupted after his tongue slipped and almost told you about what he had to do to make Anne return. You knew Ominis is not a good liar, and even if he was, “You’ll break down all my efforts into deceiving you”, he said.

- “You must tell me. We’re a team now, Ominis. I know last year we had our differences, but if I can help you in any way. Please…”

- “Although I appreciate your interest, this is simply not the moment nor the place for me to tell.” – You noticed that he got closer to you and whispered softly, – “I might not be able to see it myself, but I remember a few students pointing the chattering that the portraits in this area have every now and then about the private lives of anyone they get to eavesdrop. Now, the paintings are not the one’s I’m worried about, but if what you said about Professor Weasley means she’s somewhat aware of the situation, well…” – He was right, lights were dim, but you could point the sleepy faces in those portraits. You understood that it was something serious and must take precautions when speaking about anything that involves the Sallow’ twins.

- “Ominis… I might have an idea. Let’s meet up again tomorrow on that wall in the Astronomy Wing from which hangs that big ancient tapestry. Do you remember where? Climbing the stairs in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower?”

- “Yes, yes, I do recall where. But… it’s just a corridor. Won’t be easier for prefects or professors to notice us?”

- “I promise you, they won’t. But I can’t give you many details, alright? Also, I think is best if we don’t tell Sebastian or Anne about this.”

- “I’m not sure, last time we played hiding things from each other, well… ‘that’ happened.”

- “It won’t be like that, Ominis. I’ll make sure of that. Think about this as we’re making extra efforts into bringing our group of friends together.”

- “Alright, you’ve convinced me. Although you never seem to have trouble archieving that.” – You smiled at his remark and with that said your goodbyes both finding your ways into your rooms. Most certainly, you thought again: ‘What a day’.

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The Sandman Season 1 | 2022

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Shingeki no Kyojin: Wedding Headcanons (Zeke x Reader)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. This is the third and last part of my Wedding Headcanons that were requested for Levi, Reiner and Zeke. Hope you enjoy it and the song I picked for this work. Can't believe it took me more than a year to write this lol. Anyways, much love, my friends.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin. Only this headcanons are mine. Do not repost. // English is not my first language so I appreaciate your understanding. //

Zeke Yaeger

The proposal

Zeke Yaeger has been your romantic partner for a while now although you’ve never called yourselves a couple. Hell, you guys never asked each other about “terms and conditions”. But everyone knew you two were intimate, exclusive and so close to each other that it was almost enigmatic. Your whole relationship since you’ve met him just felt right, that didn’t mean it was always easy. You both carry emotional luggage from past relationships but mostly, family trauma. Maybe that’s why marriage never occurred to any of you.

Zeke certainly wasn’t fond of weddings since his dad had two already and ended up with both marriages broken. Now, not that divorce is a bad thing, but how poorly Grisha treated Dina and Karla! Zeke never wants to be like his father. Also, he doesn’t need that to prove you his commitment and affection, right? You know that, right?

That’s why he was genuinely puzzled when you asked him for answers in the matter.

-Is it too terrible to think of me as your bride? – His most loved one asked while she was hurting inside.

-I… I don’t even where this come from. What are you even asking? – Zeke was amazed he could even pronounce those words since his feelings were now hurt by your inquisitive questions about marriage.

-Well, if I’m totally honest I’m not sure. It’s just…

-You’ve never showed me signs that you wanted a wedding with rings and all that. I’m frankly overwhelmed.

-…It’s just that, the other day that I visited Karla, Eren was there… - Zeke had to close his eyes in disappointment now. But not for you, it was for his little brother.

Eren somehow always found ways to make you feel troubled by your feelings towards Zeke. He meant good, actually, he might not even understand the power his words held. What it’s certain is that since Eren started dating Mikasa he filled his mind with ideas of the so-called Romantic Love and tales about happily ever after. So, what really happened that evening was that you went to visit Karla’s house that rainy day because Zeke asked you to pick some stuff that he left time ago. You do that for him sometimes because you know he still has troubles speaking to Karla, and he does the same with your mom/dad new partners. Zeke believed he left behind some videogames, a baseball cap, maybe even some bracelet or the pick of his guitar that he’s been searching for a while now. To your surprise Eren opened the door.

-My mom had to do some errands and just leaved. – Eren said guessing what you were about to ask.

-Oh, that’s okay. I bet you already know why I’m here.

Speaking to Eren made you nervous, but you would never admit it. It was frankly embarrassing. But you remembered all the occasions his big mouth build misunderstandings between Zeke and you and that was enough to make your stomach ache. Like that one time that Eren told you every detail about Pieck and Zeke past relationship, and how they kept being good friends until this day. Oh, that night you couldn’t sleep. For a whole month you kept doubts and jealousy as your real partners simultaneously pushing Zeke. Hadn’t been because Eren opened his mouth to his big brother again and he cleaned up little brother’s mess, that tension would have ended up your relationship at the very beginning of it. Let’s face it, Eren is insecure most of the time and he tends to project that on everyone that really listens to him. And you always listen to people with care and empathy.

-But don’t you stay there, come in or else you’ll get a cold. – Eren suggested dragging you out of your thoughts.

As you walked inside as slow as you could, Eren rushed for the box where he kept Zeke’s belongings.

-You know, I might have some more stuff in my room, you care to help me on this one? – Eren doesn’t even look at your eyes.

-Oh, okay. – Silence with Eren is the most awkward kind you’ve ever experienced. So, you made the mistake of asking about Mikasa.

-You know? I’ve wanted something like what I have with her for so long. I know I’m still young, but I highly doubt I could change my mind when something as good as this relationship makes me feel, you get me, right?

-I think I follow. You think you’ve found the one, as they say.

Eren being as hotheaded as he is, interpreted this as an attempt of condescending behavior.

-I don’t think, I know. – Well, he was right about the first thing.

-Sure, I didn’t mean you weren’t serious. After all, not all people need to think that much on that one. When feelings take over rational thinking, why wait?

He might get angry at you for reminding him he’s just a kid, but you won’t allow anyone speak to you like he does. His now closed fists and furrowed eyebrows just proved your point, he’s no better than a child throwing tantrums. But here he came for a rematch:

-I’ve always wondered why my brother, after all this time couldn’t gather the balls to finally marry you. I mean, it’s been years. And I’m not only talking about the sentimental stuff. Sure, you’re both building your own careers, but life nowadays demands a companion, legally, for health care, bureaucracy, and such. –

What. Did. He. Just. Said? Now he sounds like Grisha. Another person you avoid.

-And don’t get me wrong, I guess if he manages to stay with you this long, he should have something in mind for the future, isn’t? Unless he’s been already building one behind your back. Look, you’re not only decent, you’re beyond his capability of empathy and caring. Don’t you think you deserve someone that behaves such as you do? Don’t you desire someone that could actually die for you with the most ardent passion? You’re wasting your best years to a guy that can’t decide whether he wants to build something with you or run away any given day. – He finished.

Now, in normal circumstances you’ve laughed at his rant. But something was making sense in his narration. Certainly, Zeke was working extra hours, his thoughts were scattered at best. It wasn’t your prime time at your relationship. But you wouldn’t doubt him. Would you?

-I think I’ve listened enough nonsenses for a good minute now. – You quickly picked up the abandoned box and run to your car as rain took over.

You’ve tried to shut the doubts constantly, but routine doesn’t seem to help, and Zeke’s always tired to make and effort. You decided it was enough and tried to talk your insecurities away with him, but then again: feelings tend to take over rational thinking, you said? Which leads us to this very moment.

-I can’t fucking believe this kid; I swear I’m beating the shit out of him. – Now Zeke’s really angry, not that is hard getting him there.

-You can’t just do that, besides none of my questions have been answered. – Tears are running in your cheeks, great.

-You’ve already decided not to trust me.

-Because I trust you is that I’m telling all this. Any other way I’d already be gone.

Zeke was evaluating telling you what’s been keeping him away from you and the life you’ve already been building. Meanwhile a song in his heart played over and over.

-You know how I’m always dreaming about moving overseas or away from my family at least and pursuing my passions. But have ever occurred to you that when I say “I” I mean “We”, and that long ago I choose my life by your side. I know you believe in most things I too put my hopes in too. We both know no legal or civil contract could ever make justice to the feelings we’ve growing and protect for each other.

Now, when Zeke learn to speak like this? Not that he hasn’t been clear and fluent with words before, but he’s actually heartwarming? You could not speak, only stare deeply at him. Zeke knows it, he’s never been as vulnerable as he’s been with you, and above all you’ve share, this very moment would change the course of your lives forever. He just wishes he says the right words. This must be special. So, he took the keys to his truck and asked you to follow him.

The road seemed quiet, rain as your only witness. After what felt like an eternity Zeke finally spoke but did not dare to look at your eyes, or he would break and cry.

-My dad is ill, his hospital appointments are more constant, and bills keep growing. His money is not abundant, and I refuse asking my mother or Karla to take care of someone that hurt them so deeply. So, I’m working those extra hours and passing by the hospital myself…

-Why didn’t you tell me? – His beloved can’t point a finger whether she’s angry at him for hiding her the truth or if she’s disappointed of herself for even doubting his loyalty. Or even more, Eren thinks Zeke’s unempathetic? Then how could he do this for the man that also hurt him for so many years?

Zeke’s now pulling over in front of the forest outside town and dares to look at you.

-I could never ask you to do that. I know how angry he makes you feel sometimes and…

-Only angers me when he hurts you.

-…and besides, he’s not your responsibility. I hate when my friends ask their partners to take care of their own blood and then forget about their own responsibilities. I must be congruent.

-He doesn’t have to be my responsibility for me to help my lover out. Specially when you’re so tired all the time.

-Don’t do this, I’m just asking for patience and comprehension. Would you wait for things to go back to normal? I’ll take charge of this. You have my word.

-If that’s how you want it, you know I will. But don’t push me too far.

-I count on you on reminding me when I get to feel too lost.

You both are really something else.

-Now, about what you’ve asked about marriage.

-Oh, you don’t have to, I’m actually quite embarrassed…

-…I truly, heartily, beg for your forgiveness for all the words and gestures I’ve not gifted you and all the affection that seems to stay with me at all times but fails to surrender at your presence. I do not wish to make you doubt that my heart belongs and could only belong… to you.

Zeke felt the urge to take your hands now.

-If marriage is the word you want to name it to, I would blindly follow your command. Never seem to be a suggestion from me, not because I didn’t find it desirable, but because I sincerely don’t need anything that you won’t ask from me. And that’s a decision I made long ago. Made it that way because I trust and share your vision of the world and hopes. That huge is your love, that can extend to any place, any dream. Nothing that I desire in this, or other times could outshine the love you gift me every day.

-Oh, Zeke, I had no idea that you…

He can’t help it, really, he needs to be kissing you and holding your hands in his heart. His lips felt warmer than ever before. When you were about to leave your lungs without oxygen Zeke jumped out of the truck only to return with tiny wildflowers in his hand that cut around the road. He then made them into a ring.

-Hahaha, you are unbelievable, Zeke Yaeger. – You’re now smiling brighter than a star.

-My beloved, my lady, forever owner of my heart… will you share with your humble servant …

-Amazing! – Both your laughs fill the air.

-…the rest of your life? I shall give my all to honor and love you.

-With no doubt in my mind. My beloved, my lord, my forever home, moon and stars.

The wedding day

As expected, you talked about your engagement only to a couple of friends and the minister that would marry you. You even found an old and small chapel outside town that fitted perfectly what you both wanted. Not a single known face attended, as a matter of fact you invited no one! Your dress and his suit were already in your wardrove, no big expenses. Only difference was Zeke’s truck filled with flowers ready to be transplanted at your new place (smaller, so you could save a bit, but with a nice garden).

After you exited the chapel you both drove down to the beach of black sand near the city with dinner and music to enjoy. Grey clouds following you just like the day he proposed. Once at the beach, you had to take the courage to open the truck door and feel the cold rain. Quickly you were rewarded with the song of the waves greeting. Raindrops made stones shine while your ring made your finger sparkle. Now, with Zeke’s hand in your hand and eyesight on the horizon, you could both feel how every decision led you to this place, to your union. Don’t care how long it lasts, don’t matter where you’ll be in a few days or years from now. A primal instinct inside told you that, just as nature tends to do, you’ve found your companion. Zeke will take care of you just as you’ll do the same for him. More than ever before, both your hearts beat as one.

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Levi's Wedding HCs | Reiner's Wedding HCs | Masterlist

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #zeke yaeger #zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #zeke jeager #zeke x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #wedding headcanons

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Yo tambien soy mexa 👁👄👁 jajsjsja

AAAAAH (grita en español mexicano) jajajaja. No sabes cuánto esperé para toparme con más bandita 🥺 agradecida con el de arriba.

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Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: Marley Warriors (College AU)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. Finally, my last part of the Outfits/Moodboard HCs is finished. This time I made them for Zeke, Pieck and Porco (you can find Reiner, Annie and Bertie here) Anyways, make sure to check my Masterlist for previous HCs. Hope you enjoy!

IMPORTANT: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, most of my content is Minor Friendly but this one does not, sorry guys. See you next time // I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Do not repost this. // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Zeke Yeager

Now, I have a confession. Since I read @whats-her-quirk 's Sometimes Will Come Around and @titan-fodder 's Deflowered, I couldn’t shake the thought that Zeke’s a grunge mess. I bet he’s an early 90s baby and grew up with Kurt Cobain as his role model. It just makes sense to me, so all credit goes to them.

With that being said, if you ever believed Zeke knew how to match colors or even iron a shirt, I'm sorry to inform you: that's far from truth. Don't @ me. Monke boy don't know how to dress for shit.

He got stuck in the MTV grunge scene, the dirty cardigans, t-shirts from bands, jeans and converse so ripped and wasted, and of course, flannel shirts. Owns a single blazer and dress pants for when it’s needed (since his college grad actually). More than that, it’s just  impossible to ask him to wear formal.

He also keeps an old plastic box to put all his bracelets and his piercings. No worries, he cleans them constantly although rarely wears them.

Pieck Finger

Don’t get me wrong on this one, I do beg for your forgiveness, but I really need to get it off from my chest: Pieck smokes weed. She just does. When cooking, while reading, during stressing mornings or the most pleasing nights. She just keeps close a blunt in case it’s needed.

She’s the queen of quartz, energy stones, esoterism and alternative medicine, even though no one can tell if she learned about those things ironically or as a completely serious matter. Oh, and tarot. No one complains about this one though, cause it’s actually a fun thing to do at parties. Also, carries everywhere her tote bag with the most interesting stuff, from unique books to antique artifacts like her stones, small kaleidoscopes, or glasses for three eyes.

Pieck hates ironing her clothes but loves fabrics that need to be ironed like cotton and linen since they’re so fresh and easy to paint with natural pigments. And when she’s feeling creative, she dares to embroider flowers and patterns over dresses and shirts or the bottom of her skirts.

Speaking of embroidery, a few of her shoes and jackets, are too, beautiful artworks that enhance her monochromatic outfits where collars and bracelets hang from her skin and cloth. It’s just such a pleasure observe her enriched style and simplicity. Love her dearly, want her as a friend and wardrobe consultant.

Porco Galliard

Okay but hear me out, Porco believes religiously in combat boots and bomber jacket's supremacy. Can't get enough of them. Actually, his outfits generally consist in joggers, boots, some simple t-shirt and a jacket.  Neatness is the word Porco would use to define his style as he rejects complicated compositions for something as simple as the necessity to cover one’s body.

Simple man with simple pleasures, his clothing looks all the same and rarely buys anything that's not military green, pitch black, white/grey, or brownish reds. For warmer days he just wears cotton shorts and a tank top -only if formality is not required- as he despises elegant garments, he would feel all uncomfortable and limited in movement.

Which brings us to the final point: Porco keeps a hygiene routine quite complex and exercises regularly, but unlike Reiner, his gym clothes don’t mean a huge part of his wardrobe (or personality) lol.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

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Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: Survey Corps Veterans (College AU)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. And it took me a while (seven months wow) to come back. I still have a commission in progress and my College AU without little advances. Anyways, I already made this HCs for the 104th Training Corps (P1 and P2). Hope y'all like this. Much love.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Do not repost this. // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Erwin Smith

Following his father’s footsteps, Erwin chose History as his Mayor in College and then went for his PhD in the very same discipline. And one can notice clearly that he adopted his dad wardrobe too lol.

The academic look, the Dead Poets Society clothing, the so casually formal garments. That was all Erwin’s. Trousers’ always clean and shirts always ironed.

Since his college days, Levi teased him about the number of ties he owns. Erwin never pays mind to those comments, he’s rather satisfied with his accessories. But the item he likes the most is his analogue watch.

Cardigans are his statement piece though. Mr. Smith here is a loyal believer in hair products too. Levi pays respect to that, and the efforts Erwin puts into his image such as constantly taking care of his skin and keeping his hair flawless.

Levi Ackerman

Black, gray, brown, navy blue and white. Those are the colors Levi keeps in mind when buying clothes.

#Parisien style #Poets fashion, he follows those tags on Pinterest so he gets ideas since he knew nothing about matching and layering. Actually, Levi knew nothing about styling until college, only because he'd really didn't care. Hange was the one that used to tease him about it, and watching Erwin wear some perfectly coordinated fits, well he finally gave to the pressure.

Nonetheless, that was not enough for him to diversify the range of colors in his clothing. Also, most of his fits are monochromatic, as you can see. Levi makes this choice on a regular basis for three reasons: afraid of taking risks, commodity and to save time.

As in cannon universe, Levi would clean with care, fully aware of all the methods for different textures and fabrics.

Hange Zoë

Our friend here avoids any garment that could enhance silhouettes. Hange feels more comfortable in oversized and squared cuts.

Monochromatic outfits are common but quirkier color combinations aren’t a strange thing to see either. Hange doesn’t really care about fashion since commodity and extravagance are priorities when choosing clothing. Even if it seems contradictory.

Many of her garments have permanent stains like wine taints, cigar marks, small patches made with threads slightly different from the color of the piece. Unlike Levi, Hange has trouble taking care of her wardrobe.

Owns a fair number of blazers and dress pants however her style is far from being formal. Her (most-of the-time) carefree personality is well represented in her clothing, one could say.

Moblit Berner

Comodity is Moblit’s priority. He owns plenty of t-shirts and dress shirts made of cotton and plain designs. Absolutely despises when a good piece of cloth is wasted when printed with stencils like “Born to be Wild” or some shit like that.

Speaking of materials of fabrics, Moblit would avoid wearing synthetic, preferring to choose thrifted clothes made of cotton, linen, and hemp. No denim allowed since he has been reading about the humongous waste of water that is used to make a single pair. Moreso, Moblit would choose clear colors and/or clothes with pigments naturally extracted. He’s even interested in making his own attire if the materials were accessible.

Nonetheless, he’s constantly washing clothes since Hange gets them in some random (and sometimes, dangerous) situations that involves them getting dirty, in a literal sense. So, maybe he wastes even more water in clothing than he thinks.

Miche Zacharias

He looks as he’s about to scoot on a road trip at any given moment, really. He would only wear loose – casual – hippie clothes. Mike dresses like a backpacker/hiking/boho kind of guy, actually. And his analogue camara doesn’t help demoting that image either.

One could wonder if he searches for outfits inspiration from time to time, since all his clothing seems to fit him perfectly. Or maybe he just knows his preferences and body type really well.

Also, Mike gave hipster vibes before hipster was even a thing, he says it’s just bohemian style and don’t even his millennials pairs get it. On the other hand, Eren and his friends (Gen Z) would think “bohemian” it’s just a fancy word for a precarious contemporary hippie. Not that Mike cares about one distinction over another.

Nanaba

Big Princess Diana vibes. She looks like a modern royal tbh. Also, Nanaba and all of her clothes smells like vanilla with some woody tone, I just know it.

Monochromatic schemes for her clothes are decided by season and that’s the way she buys them. That helps her keeping track of the pieces she gets and makes sure of actually use them. Then, when she decides it’s time for some changes, Nanaba will donate them.

Now, everything looks good on her, but she despises very slim pants or dresses, and very long high heels ‘cause she “Can’t feel the wind around her when it rises” and her feet, on the other hand, suffer every step she takes. Nonetheless, and even with her noble personality, people recognize her as a strong minded, honest, and independent woman. Somehow, she’s capable of communicating that in her attire.

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