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ghouljams · 9 months

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Omg now I want to see Soap begging Moon to marry him. Can Goose or someone have a Wild West fever dream so we can see all of those scenarios happen??

“When’re you gonna let me make an honest woman out of you?” Soap leans over the bar, broad shoulders hiked next to his ears as he settles on his elbows. You pour a shot of whiskey for him and try not to hit him with the bottle.

“When’re you gonna pay your tab?” You don’t really mind Soap, but it’s rather annoying that he won’t leave you alone. You’re not sure why he’s so set on you. Man like him could have anyone he wanted, half the women in town are clamoring for him, and the other half are married so they’re stuck pining.

“I always pay my tab,” He smiles. You narrow your eyes at him. He does. He closes out every time he leaves. That’s another annoying thing about him, he’s a good man.

“Then you’ve got no reason to keep comin’ around.” You tell him and turn to help the other patrons at the bar. You’ll get Soap some lunch later, let him sweat with his alcohol for a minute. Can’t have him thinkin’ you like him.

“You’re late,” You pull a clean glass and pour a healthy serving of whiskey in it before sliding it to Soap.

“Was pickin’ out wedding rings,” He tells you, taking the glass between his fingers. You can see the dirt under his nails, but his hands are clean. You wonder if he wiped them off before he came to see you.

“Who’s the lucky girl?” You ask, and even though you know he’s only joking your stomach still clenches uncomfortably at the thought Soap might have someone waiting on him.

“Hopin’ it’s you.” He says tipping his head back to swallow the whiskey neat. You watch the bob of his adam's apple as he swallows. Soap licks the last drop of whiskey off his lips as he sets his glass down, and you do your best not to watch the path of his pink tongue.

“You better watch out, someday someone’s gonna think you’re serious,” You pour him a second without being asked and go to collect empty glasses before he can tease you further.

Soap crowds you against the door to the store room, holding it closed as you try to keep the heat off your cheeks. You’re too used to having the bar between you, a solid barrier keeping him at arm's length. You scowl at him. His lovesick smile makes your stomach flip. You wonder if he’s sick in the head to keep chasing after you. How have you not managed to scare him off yet?

You do your best to keep up a glare, even under Soap’s studying glances. His eyes flick to your lips, then back to your eyes. He really must be mad.

“Do I make you nervous, Hen?” He asks. You feel your brows twitch down a little more.

“Why would you make me nervous?” You aren’t nervous. Your heart must be beating that quickly for some other reason. Soap hums, raises a hand to caress your cheek, his touch soft and clean. His hand is cool against the heat of your skin.

He kisses you before you can push him away. His lips pressing firm against yours make you melt a little. He cups your face so gently, like you’re something to be treasured, something delicate that he has to be careful with. It’s a far cry from your rough exterior, but you almost…like it. It’s especially pleasant when his lips part to kiss you again, hardly bothered whether or not you’re kissing him back. You haven’t pushed him away, and that matters far more. It doesn’t take more than a second of coaxing for you to grip his shirt and kiss him.

Pressed against the door isn’t the worst place to be when Soap is the one pressing you against it. His body is firm and warm, his fingers tilting your head to let him kiss you at a comfortable angle. He tips his own head to catch the corner of your lips, your jaw, your neck just over where your pulse hammers. You wonder if he can feel it, if he can hear the soft sigh that escapes your lips when he does. He kisses you properly a final time before he pulls back.

Still so close, his thumb swipes against your lower lip. You can’t seem to make up your mind on what you’re supposed to do now. You feel like the whole world has turned pink at the edges.

“Marry me,” He whispers and you feel your heart clench so severely it makes your breath skip. Your lip wobbles a little. You’re supposed to be stronger than this.

“No,” You tell him with as much resolve as you can manage. You expect him to frown, or tease you more, but his smile only grows.

You’ve never given him an answer when he’s asked, only ever redirected the conversation or made a joke in response. (The jokes were the worst, always on the wrong side of self deprecating, Soap thought those hurt more than a rejection) To get an actual response out of you? An acknowledgement of the sincerity behind the question? Well, some ‘no’s are worth a thousand ‘yes’s.

#1870s!cowboy #cowboy!Soap #oc: moon #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #soap x oc #I assume soap is a ranch hand or a stable hand #he works hard and gets dirty but he always makes sure his hands are clean when he sees Moon #don't wanna accidentally dirty her up if he gets the chance to touch her #I think he got tired of waiting for her to realize he wasn't joking #gotta prove he's serious about her somehow #how did he fall for Moon and why is he chasing after her? who knows #I knows #I think he had to deliver something to her early one morning and spotted her in her pjs #and thought “I wanna wake up next to her”#and it was all downhill from there

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shadowtriovibes · 9 months

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let this be our little secret

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow & MC

Word Count: 1.5k

Rating: G

Summary: request: "Could I request MC feeling bad about invading Omins’ hideout (even though Sebastian invited them) so they show the two of them the Room of Requirement?"

“Is that… did a door just appear?” Ominis asks softly. “How did you know?” Sebastian asks, curious. Ominis smirks and murmurs, “I’ve come to learn what the sound of shifting walls sounds like. The way the stone bricks move, how they form themselves into new shapes. Usually it’s the staircases, but every now and then, something else will surprise you.”

Cornering Ominis after Potions class ends is easier said than done.

“Ominis!” you call out, weaving through the rest of your classmates as they gather their belongings. “Ominis, wait, please!”

He attempts to ignore you and continue on his way toward Central Hall, but you manage to catch the hem of his robes and suddenly find yourself at the end of his rather intimidating wand.

“What do you want this time, hmm?” he asks, annoyed. “Have you not yet caused enough chaos in my life for one week?”

You balk, mildly shamed. Indeed, it hasn’t exactly been a banner week for your burgeoning friendship, but “chaos” is a strong word.

(…It’s a fair one, though.)

On Monday, you’d accidentally spilled a vial of Wiggenweld on one of his enchanted library books he’d left out in the Slytherin common room, irreparably ruining the Braille charm he’d worked so hard on.

On Wednesday, a rogue Diricawl had gotten out of your nab sack before you had a chance to drop it off in one of your vivariums. Before your eyes it had vanished with a puff of smoke and reappeared directly in his path, causing him to take a rather nasty fall.

Worst of all, on Friday he’d caught you sneaking out of the Undercroft and given you quite the earful, even if entering in the first place wasn’t even your idea.

“Please, just – I need to talk to you,” you tell him quietly.

Ominis bristles. “Why?”

“There’s something I want to show you,” you explain softly. “Both you and Sebastian, it’s… I want to try to make up for everything that happened with the Undercroft.”

All week long, Sebastian had been similarly out of sorts after Ominis had caught up with him and loudly expressed his displeasure that he’d shared the Undercroft with you after only knowing you for a matter of weeks. To your chagrin, you’ve somehow managed to become a point of contention in a friendship that has spanned many years, built on countless hours spent together in Ominis’ secret hall.

Needless to say, you’re desperate to fix it.

You shift anxiously while Ominis considers your plea, his shrewd expression never once betraying his thoughts.

“What is it that you want to ‘show’ me?” he asks you hesitantly. “Is… is it something I can, er…”

“It’s nothing you need to see,” you quickly stress. “It’s a place. Another secret place I found.”

Ominis raises an eyebrow. “You found another secret place? Merlin, it’s barely been a week.”

“Professor Weasley showed it to me,” you explain. “Please, will you let me take you there?”

Ominis huffs and lowers his wand. Finally, he drawls, “I suppose. After dinner will be fine, if you can manage to track down Sebastian.”

–

Sebastian and Ominis trail awkwardly behind you while you lead them up the stairs of the Astronomy tower. As you climb higher and higher, you keep a careful eye out for any lingering students hoping to secure some stargazing hours, but when you finally arrive at the seventh-floor corridor, the three of you are alone.

“We’re going quite high up,” Sebastian comments. “Trying to take us as far away from the dungeons as possible, are you?”

You roll your eyes as you come to a stop in the middle of the corridor. “We’ve arrived, actually.”

Sebastian looks around expectantly while Ominis passes his wand across the corridor.

“This is an empty hallway,” he deadpans.

“Right now it is,” you say teasingly. “Give the Room a moment, it’s a bit shy.”

Ominis scoffs and Sebastian simply smirks as you pace the length of the empty hallway three times. As you come to a stop after your last turn, the stone wall across from that ridiculous troll tapestry starts to rumble.

Instinctively, Ominis reaches for Sebastian’s hand like he’d done countless times as a first-year, every time the two of them (or was it three, back then?) had found themselves on a set of stairs that started to move.

As the door to the Room comes to life, you beam brightly at Sebastian.

“What was it you told me about Hogwarts?” you tease him. “‘Loads to see, and places to discover?’”

“Is that… did a door just appear?” Ominis asks softly.

“How did you know?” Sebastian asks, curious.

Ominis smirks and murmurs, “I’ve come to learn what the sound of shifting walls sounds like. The way the stone bricks move, how they form themselves into new shapes. Usually it’s the staircases, but every now and then, something else will surprise you.”

Wordlessly, Sebastian steps closer to the door to inspect it. He reaches out and skims his fingertips along its surface, humming softly to himself once he’s satisfied that it is in fact real.

You take Ominis’ hand and walk him toward the door. “Come feel it.”

Every time you enter the Room of Requirement, your door looks exactly the same. You suspect that if others make use of it, they might come across a wholly different door with a different room inside — but ever since you were shown how to summon the Room, you haven’t encountered another soul waiting in the corridor for a turn inside.

Besides, you don’t want the boys to find a room. You want them to find your Room.

Ominis lifts his hand toward the wood, tracing his fingertips gently over the intricate pattern made of wood and wrought iron. Then he presses his palm flat against its surface.

“It feels… alive,” he whispers. “What is this place?”

“It’s the Room of Requirement,” you tell him. “It’s available to anyone who discovers it who happens to have a great need for it.”

Beside you, Sebastian perks up interestedly. “I’ve read about the Room of Requirement.”

“You’ve read a little about a lot,” Ominis comments.

With a withering look that Ominis can surely feel, Sebastian continues. “It’s said to be quite tricky to find — Unplottable, even.”

“Care to take a look inside?” you offer.

Both boys step back while you open the grandiose door. As you enter, Ominis follows you with his wand drawn.

“Merlin’s beard,” Sebastian breathes, unable to resist the temptation to wander straight into the middle of the room, soaking it in from every angle. “This is… this is brilliant.”

Ominis, on the other hand, is as still as a statue as he takes it all in. You suspect that the symphony of sounds inside the room must be a bit overwhelming at first — bubbling potions stands, lacewing flies flitting around your potting tables, the steady whirring of your loom.

“Is this — this is like a greenhouse and a potions laboratory all in one,” Sebastian exclaims. “And a library!”

He goes straight for one of the bookshelves tucked beside your potions stand, where textbooks on helpful enchantments and intriguing magical history have a habit of appearing. Delightedly, he plucks one of the books off the shelf and cracks it open.

Satisfied that Sebastian will be occupied enough to stay out of trouble for a few moments, you turn to your other guest.

“Ominis?” you ask tentatively. “…What do you think?”

He remains quiet for several more moments until eventually he lowers his wand.

“Why did you bring us here?” he asks quietly. “Or — why did you bring me here, I suppose.”

You frown. “What do you mean?”

Hesitantly, he adds, “You barely know me. This is obviously a very special place to you, and I just… want to understand.”

“Well, I just thought it was what friends do,” you say lamely, wincing. “Sebastian showed me the Undercroft, so…”

“Is that what we are?” Ominis asks you. “Friends?”

Even though you know he can’t see you, you nevertheless feel like he’s studying something about you when you meet his smoky-white eyes.

“I hope so,” you admit. “…I’d like us to be.”

Ominis nods almost imperceptibly as a small smile forms on his lips.

“Alright then,” he agrees. “Perhaps you could tell me more about this Room of yours?”

You don’t bother hiding your smile as you take Ominis’ hand and start to give him a tour of your ever-expanding sanctum, pointing out your growing collection of vivariums and the sitting area you’d designed with late-night study sessions in mind.

“I will admit, it’s much cozier here than in the Undercroft,” he comments. “I can tell already that Sebastian will have a clear preference between the two.”

“The Undercroft is useful too,” you counter. “But the two of you are welcome to join me here any time you like.”

“We won’t impose,” Ominis tells you, but he’s still got that curious smile on his face as you lead him into your grassland vivarium.

You leave him to explore on his own for a bit while you return to check on Sebastian, who’s started to unabashedly dig through your potion supply cabinets. When you both return, you find Ominis curled up in a patch of sunlight with a Niffler in his lap, both fast asleep.

“Good luck getting him to leave now,” Sebastian jokes. “I think you’ve got yourself a new Room-mate.”

You playfully nudge him in his side and murmur, “Hopefully two Room-mates.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy gen fic #my fic #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #shadow trio #ominis & mc & sebastian #it's been so long since i posted something ahhhhhh!!!#this is just a little slice of life to break up my writers block i hope u like it #title is somehow dirty but the fic is not

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