#worried Deeks

[ejzah]

Collateral Damage, Part 8

***

Since they were in the middle of nowhere, and Kensi wasn’t in immediate danger, Deeks had driven her to the closest hospital rather than wait for an ambulance. The entire ride over, Deeks he’d felt a conflicting mixture of relief and fear. He trusted Kensi’s assessment of her health, yet wouldn’t feel easy until both she and the twins were checked out.

Of course, first they’d had to wait for backup to take possession of the man Deeks incapacitated.

Now, they waited once again to be seen by a doctor. The fact that Kensi was pregnant and had a head wound had pushed her first in line for a CT scan, but not to the head of the line. Once she was finished with the scan, a nurse gave Kensi an ice pack, and deposited them in a cubicle.

That had been 45 minutes ago.

Since Kensi seemed reluctant to be apart, Deeks had kicked off his shoes, and lain down, letting her use him as a human pillow. Kensi hadn’t complained once—of course she hadn’t—but Deeks could tell she was uncomfortable. At the very least, they had a full bed.

He felt Kensi relax a little more, her hands going slack on his chest. “Hey baby, you gotta stay awake,” he told her softly.

“I’m so tired,” she murmured, head pillowed on his arm.

“I know, but we need to find out how bad your concussion is before you can. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s ok. You’re always—” she paused to yawn hugely. “Always looking out for me.”

“Mm. That’s kind of my job,” he said, rubbing her back just as her stomach made a noise. “You hungry?”

“Kind of. Also a little nauseous. But the thought of hospital food or whatever they have in the vending machines isn’t appealing.”

“I could sneak out and find you some ice cream or a possible,” he offered, and Kensi chuckled sleepily.

“My hero. I don’t want you to get kicked out.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Before he could act on that plan, there was a knock on the wall outside the cubicle, and a doctor entered, rolling an ultrasound machine along with her. Deeks hastily, slid out of the bed, taking one of the chairs off to the side.

“Hi, I’m Doctor McCormick. I understand you were in a work related incident,” the doctor said, and Kensi nodded.

Any exhaustion and calm disappeared in an instance as Kensi sat up, her fingers twining together.

“I was knocked out. I think I have a mild concussion, but I’m more concerned about my pregnancy. I’m approximately thirteen weeks along with twins,” she explained.

“Right, that’s what I see in your chart.” The doctor took the rolling stool and faced Kensi, her expression compassionate. “Are you experiencing any abdominal pain, bleeding, or other unusual symptoms?”

“No. I’m nauseous, but that’s been off and on for a few weeks. Not to mention the concussion.”

“Ok, well that’s good. I’m going to do an ultrasound just to confirm,” she said, prepping the machine. Kensi’s face fell, and the doctor hurried to reassure her. “This is just precautionary. I don’t want you to worry for without reason.”

Kensi reached for Deeks’ hand, squeezing tightly as Dr. McCormick pressed the ultrasound wand to her abdomen. Despite the doctor’s assurances, he could feel Kensi’s anxiety mounting. The pulse in her wrist fluttered rapidly under his thumb, her shoulders tensed and drawn towards her ears.

“Hey, it’s ok,” Deeks whispered in her ear, rubbing small circles into her skin.

“Ok, I see Baby A and Baby B,” Dr. McCormick interrupted gently, pressing the wand firmly over Kensi’s skin. “They both appear healthy, the placentas look good, and I don’t see any internal damage.” She shifted the wand and a soft whooshing filled the room. “And we have two strong heartbeats.”

“Oh thank god,” Kensi gasped, pressing her free hand against her mouth and collapsing into Deeks. He let out a relieved sound of his own, kissing the side of her head.

The doctor smiled kindly at them, cleaning up the equipment. “We’re going to run a few more tests to be sure, but assuming your CT scan is clear, I think you should be able to go home tonight. I’ll be back in a little while to answer any questions.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Deeks said fervently.

“Of course. Congratulations.”

“We’re ok,” Kensi repeated, almost like she didn’t believe it.

“Yeah, you are.” Deeks climbed back up on the bed, and Kensi immediately flung her arms around him.

“I was really scared out there,” she admitted, her lower lip trembling slightly. “It’s not just me anymore.” Her hand dropped to her stomach, and Deeks covered it. “I keep telling myself that I can keep going for a little bit longer, but this was so awful.”

“Me too. I was terrified every second you were missing. I might have gone a little crazy on one of the guys back at the house,” he said.

Kensi’s lip quirked slightly, and she reached over with her other hand to clumsily rub his knee. “I would expect nothing less.” She pressed a kiss to his arm, shifting upwards so she could lay her head on his chest.

At another time, he would have mentioned leaving. How they’d talked about getting out before they ran out of luck and today proved his point. Instead, he stayed silent. He was just happy to be together, everyone in one piece.

“I think I need a break after this,” Kensi murmured several minutes later, her face smashed against Deeks’ chest. “A long break.”

“I could use a vacation,” he agreed. “How long are we talking?”

Kensi shrugged. “A few weeks. Maybe months. We’ll see how long my vacation days last.” Her grip tightened on him, and when she spoke again, her voice shook slightly. “I want to enjoy my time with you and the babies without worrying.”

“That sounds amazing.” He swallowed thickly. “I love you, Kens.”

“I love you too.” Tilting her head back, she kissed him, then settled back against his chest with a tired sigh.

***

A/N: I hope you enjoy the hurt/comfort and angst.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #hurt/comfort #Kensi whump #worried Deeks #angst #collateral damage #part 8 #post series au #ejzah fanfiction

[densi-mber]

In the Bleak Midwinter, Part 2

“Kensi!” Deeks shouted as they crashed into the snowdrift. His head whipped forward and then back again on impact. His seatbelt forced all the air from his lungs, making him gasp and cough.

“Deeks, are you ok?” He felt Kensi’s hands on his back, and he straightened, dragging in a chilled breath.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he managed, coughing a couple more times. “What about you?” He looked her over for signs of injury. She seemed a little shaken, but more annoyed than anything.

“Fine.” Brushing a strand of hair out of her face with a flick of her hand, she reached for her seatbelt release. She struggled with it for a second before it unlatched.

From the inside, it didn’t look like the SUV had sustained any damage; the air bags hadn’t even deployed. An avalanche of snow covered the windshield and half of the front windows, blocking his view of the hood.

“I still don’t have a signal,” Kensi said, checking her phone. “Let’s see if we can dig ourselves out.” She struggled with her door. She yanked on the handle, kicking the door when it didn’t budge. After a few more kicks, it opened with a squeaking grind as it crunched over the snow.

“Ok, that’s not fantastic,” Deeks commented once they were both outside. The front third of the SUV was covered in snow, the nose disappearing completely inside the snowbank while all four wheels sat in deep trenches.

“It’s not that bad,” Kensi insisted. “We just need to dig out before the snow freezes.”

“Ok, I’ll got get the shovel from the back.” Blowing on his already chilled hands, Deeks cast the rapidly darkening sky a glance.

***

Twenty minutes later, Deeks was ready to admit defeat. They’d shoveled away as much snow as they could, tried pushing while the other reversed, but the tires just spun, growing more encrusted with impacted slush every revolution.

His hands were beginning to ache from the cold, and Kensi’s cheeks were a bright, painful-looking pink. It didn’t help that the wind picked up either.

Setting the shovel down, he settled his hands on his knees, panting slightly.

“Kens, we need to find some kind of shelter,” he said. Kensi, bless her, was still working at the snow, and looked like she might protest. “Kensi.”

“Ok. Your right.” She gave a reluctant nod, and wiped her glove across her forehead.

“Wow, we must be in bad shape if you’re agreeing with me.”

“Oh, you’re really making me want to change my mind,” she said, tucking her hands under her arms. She surveyed the open fields, which were barren of anything but animal tracks, dried brush and trees, and a few dilapidated barns. “I guess we better start walking.”

“Is it just me, or are the flakes getting bigger?” Deeks huffed out some time later, taking a moment to stare up at the blanket of white sky. They were making pretty good time despite having to trudge through the muck.

The cold was really setting in though; he could feel it in his toes and fingers beneath thick wool, the way his skin felt painfully tight in some places. He realized Kensi hadn’t responded, even with an annoyed sound, and studied her more closely.

She kept her head lowered, arms wrapped tightly around her torso. As he watched, she stumbled over a couple steps.

“Kens?”

“What Deeks?” she snapped back, clearly thinking he was gearing up for another joke.

“How are you doing? Really?” he asked. Her shoulders caved, and her pace slowed.

“It’s getting harder to move and my fingers and I can’t really feel my fingers much anymore.” Her admission made his stomach sink. Crouching down in front of her, he tugged her glove off and gently squeezed her fingers. Fortunately, the skin was still red, but he knew that could change quickly.

Grabbing the backpack of supplies from the SUV, removing a warming back. He tore the package open with his teeth, slipping it inside Kensi’s glove.

“Deeks, what if we need it later. It’s not that bad,” she protested.

“You have mild frostbite, Kensi. The longer we can keep you warm, the faster we can get to a shelter, and the less risk of permanent damage. You know that.” After that, she didn’t protest. Though she did roll her eyes when he pulled his scarf off and wrapped it around her lower face.

They continued on, the picking up pace. Every fresh gale sliced through him until he though he might break in half. Just when he was truly beginning to lose hope, he saw something tall looming in the near distance.

“Kens,” he croaked out gleefully. “Forest Drive. We made it.” Kensi just gave him a weak smile, letting him take her arm as they made the turn. She leaned into his side, tripping over her own feet.

Forest Drive looked like a long gravel bike path more than anything and at the end, sat a small house. It took another five minutes to get to the front door. Deeks rapped on the door a couple times, not anticipating any answer since it the place looked deserted.

When no one answered, he quickly picked the lock. Fortunately, it wasn’t difficult because his hands were shaking too hard for anything more complex. Ducking inside, he kept his hand close to his gun, quickly clearing the house which consisted of a combined kitchen and sitting areas with a single room and half bath.

“It’s clear,” he told Kensi, ushering her inside. Then she just stood inside the door, eyes drooping with cold and exhaustion. “What did Mrs. Marsh say Gabriel use this place for?” Deeks asked, mostly to keep her talking.

Meanwhile, he searched around for provisions. He found a good supply of blankets and food, along with signs that someone had visited recently. More importantly, they needed heat. There was a large fireplace and logs, but he didn’t see a thermostat around.

“Uh, hunting. He used to come here in the winter to hunt deer,” she answered. Her teeth chattered so hard, she could barely get the words out.

He walked back in the sitting area after quickly perusing each room.

“Well, the good news is there’s enough food and water for a few days. In less good news, it doesn’t seem like previous owners upgraded to gas, so we’re stuck Little Housing it.”

Kensi gave him a weak smile, working to pull off her soaked gloves. Rather than watch her, Deeks started grabbing handfuls of kindling from a bin by the fireplace.

“Just give me a minute, and I can help with that.” Her breath fogged out in front of her, visible even in the dim early evening light. Being inside without any heat wasn’t all that much better.

“I’ve got, Kens. You just get anything wet off,” he insisted.

“Since when do you,” she shivered violently, then continued on as if nothing happened. “self-confirmed city boy, ever make a fire?” she asked.

“I may not have been raised as a mini-MacGyver, but I learned the basics. You don’t go camping without knowing how to create a heat source.”

Kensi seemed to accept him at his word, or maybe she was just too tired to keep arguing. Either way, she didn’t interrupt again as he built a dense bed of kindling with bits of newspaper interspersed throughout, layering several logs on top. Fortunately, they’d brought with a lighter, because he wasn’t sure he could pull off the whole rubbing sticks together thing.

Once he had a nice little fire flickering away, he turned back to Kensi. To his dismay, she was still struggling with her coat, fingers fumbling over the buttons. He took a closer look, not liking what he saw. She’d pushed her hood back, revealing her bloodless skin and unfocused gaze.

“Hey, let me get that,” he offered, not waiting for a response start popping open the buttons. His fingers were still a little stiff, but not nearly as bad as Kensi’s. In half a minute, he was helping Kensi shrug out of the coat.

He nudged her onto the sole chair in the room, dropping to his knees so he could get at her boots. Looking down at him, Kensi gave him a sleepy, grateful smile.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

“Anytime, partner.” He gently squeezed her feet, and she yelped, tugging free. Well, pain sensation was a good sign.

“I would kill for a hot chocolate,” she mumbled.

“I only saw water and tea around, but I have another suggestion I don’t think you’ll like very much.”

Kensi lifted her head, eyes turning suspicious despite her exhaustion . What?”

“We’re going to have to cuddle,” he told her seriously.

***

A/N: My apologies for not getting around to the actual cuddling. I hope the cold whump made up for it.

My reasoning for why Kensi and Deeks didn’t stay behind in the SUV with the heater running is because the battery might give out before someone finds them and then they’d be really stuck.

#densimber 6.0 #densimber 2022 #densimber day 13 #ncisla fanfiction #Deeks and Kensi whump #of the hypothermia frostbite variety #worried Deeks #by ejzah

[gunpowderxsunshine]

KENSI BLYE & MARTY DEEKS | 14x10

#Marty Deeks #kensi blye #densi #deeks x kensi #ncis #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la #ncislaedit #daniela ruah #Eric Christian Olsen #bbelcher #filmtv #dailytv #tuserkers #OTP: sunshine and gunpowder #she was so worried about him! i loved that little scene #i've missed them so much

[sealpaws]

deacon (before kissing when our bodies are pressed right against eachother): wait you like me romantically right?

me: ...

deacon: because when i said i love you i meant it romantically. unless you dont like me. then it was totally platonic

me: are you roleplaying an idiot

#(he's fucking around he knows im deep into him he's like crack to me) #shroud tag #r: deeks #this is his way of confirming he loves me romantically in case i was worried

[spaceratprodigy]

was thinking about somethin somethin nicky "breaking up" with iris while slow dancing with her

#extra salt in the wound if it's the night ellie and trav surprise them with a makeshift date night #breaking up in quotations bc at this point they wouldn't really be established but It Would Be Obvious ya'know #idk I've been messing around with parts of iris's story again for funsies and wanted some change of scenery #so playing around with ideas #such as nick even if he does have real feelings for her beyond not necessarily wanting their partnership to end #he's incredibly aware he is never capable of being the partner she needs in the ways she'd really want #he doesn't doubt how much she loves him. he knows she does #he also knows how quickly and easily she would sacrifice herself desperately hoping that love would last #and he doesn't want to see her unhappy clinging to something. to him. when she deserves more. someone who can give her the life she wants #thinking about him. her in his arms. the shotgun blast to the heart. saying the first I love you while pushing her away at the same time #also really really really have been thinking up the chain of events that would lead up to her dropping everything and going back on the road #alone again for the first time in a long while #needed a catalyst for her just kinda ✨disappearing✨ for a long while and no one not even deeks can find her #travis trying desperately to contact her at her home base. but she's not there to answer the radio #and he starts trying to talk to her through dcr because he knows she's listening #his lil stumbly voice telling her how sorry he is for what happened. that he wants her to come home. that he's worried. that he misses her #rambling #miss ma'am iris is that you

[ask-deek]

Dear Deek,

In honor of your birthday, I decided to draw Pixie! Sorry if it's not the best. It was my first time drawing a Puffskein, but I did try. 😅

I hope your birthday has been the best birthday ever, and that you got everything you wished for! And if you want, we could have a little party in the Vivarium, and we could invite others like Poppy, Natty, Sebastian, and Garreth! (And the rest of them, of course. I would rather not have Marvolo in the Vivarium, but if you really want him there I will allow it because it is for your birthday.)

As well as the drawing of Pixie, I decided to send my favorite picture of you as well.

- Ebony

*Gasps*

You drew a picture of Pixie for Deek?!?!

*Quickly takes the picture and hangs it up in his little nook, along with a couple of other choice pictures he has recently chosen from his friends*

*He steps back, admires the picture once more and claps*

Deek thinks you are very talented, perhaps you could teach Deek how to draw too?

*Tilts his head, giving you the biggest baby mooncalf eyes he can muster*

Thank you so much for your birthday wishes. Deek would love a party with all of you, Deek feels so loved!! 😭🥰

💚💙❤️💛

#Deek speaks #Deek thinks #Deek cries #Don't worry #They're happy tears

[raven-awed]

What He Noticed First part 2

Ominis Gaunt x fem reader/MC

Angst/fluffy

Summary: Ominis finds himself dealing with a lot of complicated feelings, especially when he realizes he has a crush on the new fifth year.

A/n: Thank you everyone who read part 1! I was not expecting so much support/interest. Thank you @minichrismd for the help! This part is written from the reader’s/MC’s perspective and is fluffier with a happy ending. Enjoy! ☺️ tags: @rascal-20 @stuck-on-writing

*not my picture

Your head tilted to the side as you watched Ominis march off into the dark corridor. You considered chasing after him, but with the way he’s been avoiding you lately, you worried that your presence would only upset him further.

Ominis has never been what anyone would consider open, especially not with you, he seemed to keep all his feelings and thoughts bottled up. Very rarely he’d share what was going on in his head when the two of you would talk.

He always was the one to ask questions, constantly curious about you, but oblivious that you were just as curious about him.

You had hoped becoming closer friends with Sebastian would also bring you closer to Ominis. The way Sebastian talked about their friendship, their secrets, their bond, the more you wanted to become part of that world, their world.

When Sebastian spoke tonight of their time in The Undercroft, you imagined yourself experiencing something similar with them, even if it was just simply sneaking away to practice spells or play Gobstones.

With a long sigh, you slowly walked towards the common room.

The school year had just begun and already things were getting rather complicated, not that you were expecting anything to be easy after learning that you can see ancient magic, but boy troubles should’ve been the least of your worries.

Over the next few days, you focused on school work and completing the first task presented by Professor Rakham.

Ominis had continued to keep his distance, taking a different seat in every class. You weren’t sure how he seemed to know exactly where you were, even when you were as silent as a mouse.

One morning, you received an owl from Professor Weasley asking you to meet with her for an assignment. As you paced around in the hall, you thought about what she had in her letter.

You froze, wide eyed, when a grand door with an intricate design materialized out of nowhere.

“What’s this?” You mused.

“Already found it, I see,” Professor Weasley smiled as she joined you. “This is the room of requirement. Seldom few seem to find it.”

Another secret room, you thought to yourself as you wandered through the vast and cluttered space. Hogwarts truly was full of surprises it seemed.

Professor Weasley shared her story about how she and a house elf named Deeks discovered the room while she was in school. She had decided to share it with you, so you could use it as a place to study and catch up with your class work.

She advised you to close your eyes and that the room would become exactly what you needed.

When you opened your eyes, you gasped. The room that formed around you was incredible, the high ceilings, the beautiful details and designs, it was all absolutely stunning. It was literally something out of your very dreams.

Standing in the center, you slowly turned taking in all the details. Already you were feeling giddy about spending hours here honing your skills.

You paused as one of the paintings caught your attention. Your face began to burn as you spotted a familiar face amongst the random paintings and portraits. Hanging in the middle of the wall was a portrait of Ominis, his head resting on his hand. From the expression on his face, it seemed as though he was in deep thought.

You quickly glanced at Professor Weasley, who fortunately hadn’t noticed the portrait and instead was busy chatting Deeks.

“Why are you here?” You whispered to yourself. It was puzzling that there would be a painting of him, while the rest were of random wizards and witches.

Moving closer to it, you studied Ominis’s face. The image had captured every little freckle and beauty mark of his. You almost felt like you could reach out and touch him. He closed his eyes and a small serene smile formed on his face that made your heart flutter, but under your fingertips all you felt was canvas.

You missed him.

Perhaps that’s why, being near him again was one of the things you were longing for the most, this was likely the room’s way of making that happen.

As Professor Weasley approached you to start your lessons on Transfiguration, the Ominis in the painting wisely slipped away, saving you from any sort of embarrassment.

“Ready to begin,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

…

The following day, you found a seat in the back row behind Ominis who was all the way in the front. You stared ahead, watching him. A couple of weeks ago he would’ve saved the seat next to him. It bothered you more than you cared to admit.

“You should count your lucky stars, he's blind,” Sebastian muttered, taking the vacant seat next to you.

You gave him an irritated look, before returning your attention to Ominis.

“Honestly, it’s pathetic watching you pine for him,” he explained. “The whole school is going to know about it before he does.”

You groaned, shrinking in your seat, were you really that obvious?

“Go talk to him,” Seb urged.

“We haven’t talked since that night outside at the Undercroft,” you whispered as Professor Weasley slowly walked past you and Sebastian. “I think he’s still mad at me.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “His bark is worse than his bite, trust me. Underneath it all, he’s quite forgiving.”

You sighed, hoping Sebastian was right about that. You continued to stare at the back of Ominis’s head, trying to figure out how to mend things with him.

Suddenly, Seb started chuckling, his body shaking slightly beside you as he tried to contain himself.

“What’s gotten into you now?” You pressed.

“Just occurred to me that you probably wouldn’t mind if he did bite you,” He teased.

“Ugh,” you scoffed disgustedly, giving him a playful shove with your elbow. You must have pushed him harder than you meant to because he lost his balance and fell backwards out of his seat.

“Mr. Sallow,” Professor Weasley reprimanded. “Having trouble staying in your seat again?”

A few students giggled as Sebastian stood up and dusted himself off. “Sorry, Professor.”

Your heart skipped a beat as Ominis turned in his seat slightly, wondering what was going on in the back of the classroom with Sebastian. You really were pathetic, you thought to yourself.

Back in the Room of Requirement, you tended to your Mallowsweet plant as you worried about your predicament with Ominis.

Sebastian was right about a few things this afternoon, one being your attraction to Ominis and the other being that you needed to talk to him. However, that was easier said than done. You weren’t even sure right now if he’d be willing to hear you out.

You glanced over your shoulder at his portrait, the Ominis in the painting was resting his head on his folded arms, taking a nap. His hair was adorably disheveled as he slept. You wished you could brush back the strands hanging in his face.

You had to do something, you didn’t want things to continue down this trajectory, but the only way to fix any of this mess was to do something, anything.

Your best bet would be asking Sebastian for help. He’d be the one who could convince Ominis to at least meet with you. You’d figure out the rest.

…

You played with the sleeves of your robe as you waited for Ominis in the Transfiguration Courtyard.

A cool autumn breeze rustled the leaves of the trees as it passed. Several other students were out enjoying the mild weather, sitting around the fountain reading books and chatting.

You had stayed up all night imagining how this could go. You thought about what you would say, what he would say. You hoped for the best, but expected the worst, heartbreak.

You took in a deep breath as you saw Ominis. As usual he was hard to read, his expression remained blank as he headed towards you.

“Hello Ominis,” you said.

He hesitated with his response as a wave of vanilla carried by the wind greeted him too.

“Y/n,” he finally replied, his lips pressing together in a tight line.

“Thanks for meeting with me.”

“Sebastian was quite persistent on your behalf,” he muttered. “So what did you want to talk about?” He asked, getting straight to the point.

“I-“ you frowned, looking from side to side, there were too many people here. “I-I wanted to show you something.”

Ominis lifted a brow and gave you a questioning look. “Alright,” he agreed reluctantly. “Lead the way.”

You led him towards the direction of the Astronomy Tower. The walk was quiet, filled with tension, you still didn’t quite understand why he was being so cold to you.

Ominis furrowed his brow, wondering why you brought him to the middle of some random hall. “Why are we stopping here?”

Being blind meant that he had mesmerized Hogwarts’ entire floor plan, it took time, lots of time, but it was necessary.

“Just give it a moment,” you explained.

He perked up when he heard the wall beginning to shift and change. Reaching out, he felt wood instead of cold stone, his fingers tracing over the grain and patterns that had magically appeared down towards the handles.

Pushing the doors open, you followed Ominis inside. By the echo of yours and his footsteps, he could tell the space was large with a high ceiling.

“What is this place?” He asked, carefully moving about the room.

“The Room of Requirement,” you shared. “Not quite as secret as the Undercroft, but still relatively unknown to most.”

He nodded, taking it all in, he paused in front of your potions station, it smelled of leech juice. “Brewing Maxima potion?”

“Yes,” you replied. “I’ve been using this space to catch up on class work.”

As Ominis continued his self guided tour, you tried to work up the nerve to tell him. It seemed so much easier when you thought of this plan yesterday, but the words just wouldn’t come out.

“So,” Ominis started, turning towards you. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?”

“I- um-“ you sighed, frustrated. You want to lose this chance, but you were just sputtering like an idiot.

“Well what is-“

But before Ominis could finish his sentence, you pressed your lips to his. Your hands gripped the front of his robes and pulled him closer.

The kiss took Ominis by complete surprise. He didn’t exactly kiss back, but he didn’t stop you either. He was in such shock that his poor mind struggled to accept the fact that you were actually kissing him.

The kiss only lasted for a few seconds, before you slowly parted. Shyly, you looked at him. The expression on Ominis’s face was priceless, his eyes were wide, cheeks tinted pink, and his jaw was hanging open.

You rubbed the back of your neck, “Sorry, that’s not exactly what I had planned to do, but I was worried I’d lose my nerve.”

Ominis blinked, still processing the last few seconds. “What?”

“I like you,” you finally admitted. “A lot, and it’s been driving me crazy that you’re not-“

“You like me?” He repeated.

“I do,” you confirmed in a small voice.

Clearing his throat, Ominis smoothed out his robes and licked his lips nervously, “I like you too.”

He hated how childish and simple the words sounded, originally when he had planned to confess, he had a more eloquent speech prepared, but at least he finally confessed. And he couldn’t even begin to describe the relief he felt knowing you liked him too.

Cautiously, he reached out, fingers extended as he tried to find your face. He swallowed thickly, as the pad of his index finger brushed over your lips.

His touch was so light that it made you shiver. His hand traveled lower, palm resting on your neck. Ominis closed his eyes and tilted his head.

As he leaned forward, you met him the rest of the way. This kiss was slower, more tender. His lips were so soft and plush as they moved against yours.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you,” he murmured, with his eyes still closed. “I was… I was jealous of how close you and Sebastian were becoming.”

Ominis buried his nose in your hair and inhaled deeply, drowning in the scent of vanilla. “I just want to be close to you.”

The next afternoon, you and Ominis walked into the Great Hall hand in hand. All morning the two of you had been attached at the hip. You had explained to Ominis that you both had to make up for lost time and he was happy to oblige.

“Ah, there’s the happy couple,” Sebastian greeted as you and Ominis sat across from him. “I believe I deserve some thanks for this,” his gaze drifted over to Ominis. “One of you is terribly stubborn.”

“More stubborn than you?” Ominis questioned. His hand remained clasped with yours during lunch. Both of you idly conversed with Sebastian and each other while you ate.

“I’ve got Herbology next,” Ominis pouted. “Dreadful subject.”

“Want to meet in The Undercroft after classes?” You asked, leaning close and whispering in his ear. Ominis smiled sweetly as he felt your breath tickling his ear.

“Of course,” he replied and then kissed your cheek.

“Ugh,” Sebastian scrunched his face in disgust and pushed his plate away with part of an unfinished sandwich, “Think I liked it better when the two of you weren’t talking.”

You kicked him under the table. “Maybe we should stop talking to you, then,” you joked.

“Go ahead,” he retorted. “Might spare me from having to hear and see all this lovey dovey nonsense.”

You laughed, “Didn’t know you were so easily offended, Sallow.”

Ominis shook his head, “he’s a real prude, no better than any of the professors.”

“Hey,” Sebastian shouted.

“Come on,” Ominis started, rising from his seat and offering you his hand again. “I’ll walk with you to your next class.”

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#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #Ominis gaunt fanfic #reader insert #female reader #Hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt x mc

[sinsirellaxx]

Hi! Is your request still open? Can i request f hufflepuff mc x beater sebastian. Where they were pinning on each other but bc of some misunderstanding and arguments, sebastian kissed another girl after he won a quiditch match. It can be a fluff ending but it’s up to you. Thank you❤️

Hot headed – Sebastian x Reader

A/N: Thank you for your request – I hope you'll like it!

Warnings: None.

“Fine, be that way.” Sebastian grumbled as he turned to leave, stomping towards the locker room. You watched him with sad eyes, shoulders slumped over as the words died on your tongue. He hadn’t even given you a chance to talk. Sebastian had had you pressed against a wall before his quidditch game, his face angry as he practically breathed fire. He had seen you with Garreth’s jersey in your hands and immediately ran up to you, hands on your shoulders as he bombarded you with questions. The only thing you got out was a quiet, “Sebastian …” before he stormed off, obviously not interested in listening to your explanation.

Your eyes teared up slightly as you walked up the stands, sitting down right next to Natty who beamed at you when she noticed you. “What’s with the long face?” She questioned when she saw your expression. “Sebastian is mad at me …” Is everything you said, lifting your hand with Garreth’s jersey. Natty immediately caught on and rolled her eyes in frustration. “Honestly, you guys should talk it out. You’re obviously heads over heels for each other.” She shook her head, a grin breaking out on her face. “Don’t worry, he won’t be mad for long. He can’t go a day without talking to you – we both know that.”

That’s what Natty said but you didn’t believe a word. Your eyes burned with unshed tears for the second time that day as you stood there in the middle of the Slytherin common room. Blinking furiously, you tried to force the tears away as you watched Sebastian pull a random sixth year closer by her waist, leaning down to kiss her. Like me? Yeah right.  You thought bitterly as you turned to run out of the common room, zoning out everything else except for the door you didn’t even hear the sound of Ominis’ voice calling after you.

You ran to the only place you felt safe in – your safe haven: The room of requirement. You were met with deafening silence as you walked into the large entrance room, your whole body immediately relaxing as you took in your familiar environment.

“Ms. Y/N, is everything alright? You are crying.” Deeks meek voice tinged with unmasked worry sounded from behind you. You flinched when you heard him, not expecting to find him here at this hour. Brushing away the tears you whipped around to face the small elf, forcing a well-trained smile on your face.

“D-Deek, I didn’t notice you. What are you still doing here?”

“Apologies, ms. Y/N. I did not wish to scare you.” He mumbled quietly as he fiddled with his hands. Crouching down in front of him you took a hold of his hands, the corners of your lips now pulling into an honest smile as you tried to reassure the elf. “It is alright, Deek. And thank you for worrying, but I am fine.”

Deek stared at you for a moment before nodding shortly. “I’ll be leaving then Ms. Y/N.” And just like that, he disappeared, leaving you alone with the voices screaming in your head and the dull ache in your chest.

“What the heck do you think you’re doing?!” Ominis hissed after he finally managed to pull Sebastian out of that fury’s grasp. The brunette smirked at his blind friend, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “I was enjoying the fruits of my hard labor, my dear friend Ominis.” He snickered cockily – but the smirk quickly fell at his friend’s angry face. “What got you so angry?”

“I thought you were in love with Y/N.” Ominis raised his brow as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

At the mention of your name Sebastian’s whole demeanor changed: his whole body tensed up thick brows pulled into a frown as he glared at his innocent friend. “What makes you think –“

“Don’t play dumb, Sebastian. We are way past this stage.” The blonde interrupted, obviously fed up with his friend’s stupid antics.

Sebastian hmphed, “Does it even matter? She’s all over that stupid Weasley.”

“I really underestimated you … I thought you’d be smarter than that, Sebastian.” Ominis groaned as he face-palmed, moving both his hands to massage his temples.

“W-What are you talking about?” Sebastian scoffed, rolling his eyes as he combed his right hand through his hair.

“Y/N doesn’t like Weasley. He likes her, yes – but she does not fancy him – at all!” Ominis almost yells at his oblivious friend, hoping that it will finally register in his pea-sized brain. “She just sees him as a friend, that’s all.”

“How would you know? I saw her with his jersey –“

“Urgh, for Merlin’s sake – she loves you! She. Loves. You.” Ominis finished with a slight push to his friend’s chest. “She loves you … and she just had to watch you suck on that girl’s face.” Disgust laced his voice, quickly adding a, “Before you ask – Poppy told me what she saw.”

“Shit. Shit. Shitshitshitshit – Ominis, w-what am I going to do?! Where is she now? Argh, what a mess!” Sebastian shrieked as he pulled on his hair. Taking a step closer to his friend, he placed his hands on Ominis’ shoulder shaking him violently as his mind raced with all kinds of thoughts.

“Stop shaking me and go look for her, you idiot!” Ominis pushed his brunette friend away from him, before adjusting his robe. “Now go, before it’s too late to mend what you’ve broken.”

Almost an hour had passed, and you were nowhere to be found. Sebastian stopped in his tracks, bending forward to support himself on his knees as he gasped for air. His lungs burned from all the running and sweat was dripping down his face as his eyes frantically scanned the corridor. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt helpless – he didn’t know where else to check. He had even managed to sneak into the Hufflepuff common room – which also proved to be fruitless, as no one had seen you. He closed his eyes as he tried evening out his breath, his hand clutching the fabric above his heart as he thought of all the sleepless nights, he spent lying awake in his bed, thinking of his sister’s illness. That’s how helpless he felt. I wish I could find you, Y/N. I just want to talk to you – to apologize to you. Oh please –

The weird sound of a wall shifting ripped him out of his reverie. Opening his eyes he watched a beautiful door appear on the stone wall in front of him. “Is that – the room of requirement?”

Without wasting another second, he opened the door and walked through it. His mouth hung open as he took in the large – honestly it was humongous – dimly lit room. Walking down the stairs – and almost tumbling to the floor because he missed a step – he walked into the center of the room. His eyes finally fell on an emerald-green couch with a figure curled up on top of it.

Narrowing his eyes slightly he tried to make out the body until he spotted the knit sweater you had worn that day. “Y-Y/N, is that you?” He spoke softly – afraid he would scare you away if he dared to speak any louder. He saw you flinch, scrambling to stand up from the couch.

His heart broke as he took in the sight in front of him: swollen red eyes, dried tear streaks on your otherwise perfect skin and puffy cheeks. You had been crying. Sebastian felt like the biggest asshole when you averted your eyes. You couldn’t even look him in the face anymore.

“Look, I don’t know why I did … what I did – I guess I was blinded by jealousy … because you know, I thought you liked Garreth – that damned Weasley. I hate him! He always ruins everything; I swear he does it on purpose! He knows I love you yet he still goes after you–“ Sebastian rambled on and on as he got lost in his hatred for the ginger haired boy. Yet the only thing you heard was that he loved you. “You – what?” You interrupted him.

Sebastian blinked at you confusion written all over his face.

“You just said you loved me – is that true?” You questioned; your voice shaky from the fear of being rejected. The male’s face turned serious as he saw the uncertainty on your face. He slowly nodded as he finally spoke, “Yes. I love you, Y/N. I always have – ever since the day I first met you.”

Sebastian walked up to you, his eyes softening when he came to a stop right in front of you.

“I’m sorry I kissed her. I was just so jealousy – I thought I had lost you to him.” Sebastian lifted his hands to your cheeks, waiting for any sign of rejection before finally touching your skin. He cupped your cheeks so tenderly, as if he were afraid to break you. His skin felt rough on your soft cheeks as you leaned into his touch. You wanted to scream and shout at him. You wanted to cry and tell him that it was too late – that he had hurt you. You wanted to call him stupid for ever thinking you’d love anyone else but him after all the things you had been through together. But the only thing you managed, was a shaky sigh as tears started rolling down your cheeks again.

“No. Nonononono – please don’t cry!” Sebastian pleaded, his thumbs wiping your tears away, but they just wouldn’t stop. So instead of using his fingers, Sebastian kissed them away – which proved to be much more effective as you stopped crying right away. “Please, I am sorry. Don’t cry.” He whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“You’re such an idiot.” You sniffed to which he only chuckled in response.

“Yeah.” He agreed.

“And I love you too.”

“I know …” He smiled warmly as he brushed his nose against yours. “I really am sorry.”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow imagine #hogwarts legacy sebastian

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HLC REACT TO SEEING MC AGAIN AFTER SUMMER BREAK

MC steps down from the Hogwarts Express on the Hogsmeade Platform. The birds singing they're departure south as the cooling fall air blows the leaves from the trees. MC takes a deep breath, it was good to be back.

Through the crowd of students filing out of the train, MC spots a familiar face. With a smile as big as their excitement, they charge their favorite friend.

~~~

Sebastian Sallow: He smiles. The few months of summer felt like a liftime, and letters would never do MC justice. He plays coy at first, letting MC do all the running for a hug, but he can't keep a straight face. He's just as enthusiastic and even spins them around if he can lift them. He laughs, "Missed me?"

Ominis Gaunt: He doesn't see them coming, but still manages to dodge their attack. He smirks when he hears MC hit the ground with a satisfying thump. "I missed you as well, MC. Please, don't run on the train platform. It's quite dangerous." He reaches out his hand for them to take.

Anne Sallow: She's just as pumped to see MC. She nearly runs over a first year getting to MC and locking herself in their embrace. She keeps hugging them, longer than what would be considered "normal". The embrace softens and they stand together until the groundskeeper has to shout to get them moving with the other students.

Imelda Reyes: She doesn't see MC, but when they attempt to grab her from behind, she slips out of their grasp and pins them against the train with enough force to nearly dent the metal train car. Her angry glare turns to immediate shock and she steps back. "MC!? Wha- WHY WOULD YOU SNEAK UP ON ME LIKE THAT!?" She catches MC as they slump away from the train, the wind knocked out of them. "Um...welcome back?"

Natsai Onai: She locks eyes with MC and meets them stride for stride. Her smile widens with every step and she hugs them as tight as possible. "I have missed you so much. It felt like summer would never end." Her hug is strong and warm and was the best way to come back to Hogwarts.

Garreth Weasley: He's pulling jellied lacewings out of his hair when MC approaches. "Merlin's blooming beard! These things have far more adhesive properties than i- oh, hello MC! Have a nice summer?" He goes to wave but his hair sticks to his fingers and yanks with own head sideways. "OW!"

Leander Prewett: He's talking to another friend when MC pounces. He's nearly knocked to the ground but finds his balance. "WHO-!?...MC?" His surprise immediately melts to awkward bashfulness. "MC why are you- that is, what are-...uh..." He doesn't know what to do. He never expected MC to miss him this much.

Amit Thakkar: He's trying to reclose his trunk for the 15th time. It keeps popping open from the amount of textbooks in it. He catches MC out of the corner of his eye and turns to them just in time for their hug. "MC! It's so good to see you!" He quickly ends the hug to pull out a book and give it to them. "Here, I found this study done on Ancient Magic. It wasn't taken seriously at the time of its publishing, but considering what happened last year... Maybe you'll find it useful."

Everett Clopton: He feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns and no one is looking at him. He feels a tap on his other shoulder. "Wha..?" He does a nearly full turnaround when he finally catches MC's cloak running around behind him. He turns around in the other direction, sharply and catches them. "HA! Gotcha!" He shares a sincere hug with them and pulls out a few dung bombs. "So, who shall we prank first?"

Poppy Sweeting: She sees them coming and hides in the sea of black robes, using her height to her advantage. She manages to take MC by surprise and hug them first. Her hiding and hunting skills would make any Kneazle proud. "If you thought you'd get to me first, you had another thing coming. Missed you too. Have you been as worried as I have been over the beasts in The Room? Deek is an incredibly capable elf, there were quite a few-" She's silenced by MC hugging her tighter.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy reactions #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #anne sallow #imelda reyes #natsai onai #garreth weasley #leander prewett #amit thakkar #everett clopton #poppy sweeting

[shelbgrey]

Hey Pookie so there is this very sexy man named Mark Sloan and I was wondering if you could write some beautiful Fluffy/Smutty dating Headcanons for him PLZ

Dating Mark Sloan headcanons

Paring: Mark Sloan x Shepherd!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Mark Sloan dating Derek's little sister -SMUT warning!

💚MasterList ML2 💚Dating Mood board

You guys started fake dating... That's how it all started. He wanted to make Addison Jelouse and you just want to get back at her for hurting your brother Derek.

You had 10 rules to this plan:

NO Sex - you

Never break rule #1 - you

Be on Mark's services/work in plastics if needed -Mark

Go on dates at least twice a month to make the act look real - Mark

No kissing or touching - if you have to just kiss forehead/cheek and don't touch anything below the waist - you

No sex with nurses, Mark - it'll blow the cover - you

Be nice to my friends(I don't care if you hate interns) - you

Trust each other - mark

Don't play favorites in the hospital - includes not helping with most surgeries/patients - you

Don't fall in love with each other - you

Derek hates it at first, even during the time you guys were faking it all. “stay away from my sister” Derek snapped at mark.

“too late... We're already together”

Derek and Mark got into a fight... That ended with black eyes, bruises, and Mark needing stitches on his face.

“I'm sorry this happened” you mumbled softly as you stitched his jaw for him. He stared at you with those blue eyes you love so much. “don't worry about it”

“maybe we should stop this whole thing” you suggested, Mark shook his head. “no, we got this. Rule #8, remember?” but really he was already falling so hard for you and he wanted to keep you close as long as possible.

Spoil alert you guys broke rule #10 and fell hard for each other. Well he fell first, but you fell harder. “I want this for real... No more fake shit, I love you”

After that ordeal you figured you owed Derek an explanation. Derek never found out about the fake dating, but you need to tell him where your feeling stand. “you love him, don't you?” Derek asks.

“I do... And I trust him” you say.

“if he hurts you... Cheats on you, I'll kill him” simply Derek said and you guys moved on with your lives.

Once you guys start dating for real he faithful and his heart now belongs to you.

Even Derek gave him credit for that. During the few months of you guys actually dating, deek would keep an eye on him. A hot nurse would walk by and Mark wouldn't even look at her.

You see a different side to Mark. He stops looking at any other woman. He just looks at you.

His sweeter, gentler side is only reserved for you.

Callie is your biggest supporter. Always hyping your relationship up. Mark might go to her for relationship advice. Callie might even be a referee during arguments.

Callie is definitely your best friend. You, Mark, and her the hospital's main trio.

Double dates with Callie and Arizona or Derek and Meredith.

He needs physical contact all the time. Rather it be cuddling on bed or on the couch or holding hands in the hospital.

He's a big cuddler. Sometimes he'll just wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest without saying anything.

He's so flirty with you. No matter how many years you've been together, he still thinks you're the sexiest, most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

Like I said, he flirts with you so much. Some times he'll come up behind you while your working and whispere suggestive comment in your ear or grab your ass.

“stop it! We're at work” you quietly scolded him after his gabered your ass. “I can't help it... You have a nice ass”

You steal his leather jacket all the time, even though it looks big on you he thinks it's hot as hell on you. Now and days the only time he sees that jacket is if your wearing it.

Dirty jokes all the time. If you hear something remotely dirty you'll whisper, “that's what she said”

If he's had a hard day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and cuddle.

The way he kisses you makes your heart race. He holds your face in his hands and you honestly feel like you and him are the only things that matter in the world.

But he is a rough kisser, but mostly he's a passionate kisser. He pours all his love and emotions into it, he makes sure your the only one on this earth he wants to love.

He's soft with you when it comes to holding you and give affection. He's so gentle and delicate and you can tell through the way he brushes your hair from your face or the way he nuzzles his face into your neck that he just absolutely adores you.

Your is Angel and he feels so unworthy of you. He's so lucky to have you in his life and he doesn't want to screw it up.

Mark's not the jelouse type and neither are you. Dispite his man-whore past you both have a lot of trust in your relationship, but if you be-friend Jackson I think Mark would get jelouse.

Mark hates the way Jackson looks at you, Mark knows he likes you. But your completely oblivious to it because all you see is Mark.

Doggie parents at the beginning of your relationship. You brought home a rotwiler puppy home without him knowing one time.

That dog is your protector rather or not Mark is there or not. He also gets jealous of Mark and will nuzzle his way between you too if your hugging or kissing.

Sometimes you guys will get home so late from the hospital you'll just want to set on the couch and watch TV because your both sleep deprived.

You guys really don't know why or how you got into it, but you found a Chanel that shows re-runs of American Ninja Warrior and old WWE matches. You guys just stated watching them all the time.

He calls you Angel

You guys play wrestle all the time. Sometimes he'll just let you win because he loves seeing you being so happy about.

He steals the covers all the time and if you get cold you'll cuddle closer to him to get warm. He's relized this, so he'll intentionally steal the covers just to have extra cuddle time.

You get upset if he makes the interns that are on his service get him coffee or get his dry cleaning. “they aren't your servants, Mark” you say, taking the money back from the intern.

If you want Mark to do that stuff himself, you have to threaten to do it yourself. “I'll get it, I'm going that way anyway” you say and mark will quickly stop you. “no, no, I'll do it... You don't have to do that crap for me”

You guys don't fight often, but if you do it's usually a couple of days of the silent treatment. Both of you are too stubborn to say sorry or admit your wrong too.

Watching old Universal monster movies, The Bride of Frankenstein. You even got him to dress up at the two monsters with you on Halloween one time.

If your sick he'll drop everything and take care of you, he doesn't care if he catches whatever you have he wants you comfortable and cared for.

His appointment getting the 'girlfriend touch', everything is just cleaner and more organized when you start living with him. “where's my belt?” Mark asked looking all over the bedroom floor where it used to be.

“in your dresser where it's supposed to be... And if I step on it one more time it's going in the trash”

✨Passenger princess✨

If you have a Stanley or a water bottle, whatever you drink out of, Mark will probably be drinking out of it too. You guys kiss and have sex all the time, so he doesn't care if he drinks after you.

NSFW headcanons:

He’s an expert at foreplay. He’ll spend as much time as he can trying to get you hot and bothered or worked up.

He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.

He has this mischievous kind of charm to him and he uses it to his advantage when it comes to getting your attention. He knows all your ticks and can easily get your riled up.

Mark loves bitting your neck just to hear you moan. When you finally give in to him, he'll lay you down on the couch or bed and start pealing your clothes off to reveal your chest.

He's definitely the dominant person in bed and your not complaining, he'll get rough and pound hard enough were the bed starts rocking.

The sex maybe rough, but Mark isn't not big on insults. He refuses to degrade you and will only use sweet words.

If you’re struggling to take him in or taking long to adjust, he’ll whisper reassurances that you’re doing a good job while rubbing his hands on your back and thighs.

He prefers missionary, growling in your ear while his hands grip yours above your head.

Mark also loves watching your face while you bounce up and down his dick. He loves the expressions you make when he thrusts up into you when you least expect it.

Mark just likes to lay back and just watch you ride him, he loves the feeling of your thighs and ass in his hands.

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He loves the sounds you make. The moaning, the begging, everything.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

Bondeg kink, handcuffs, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything if your comfortable with it.

There's also a tone of jealous sex. If he sees Alex shamelessly flirting with you expected to be tied to bed as fucks your brains out. If he sees Jackson touch you in a way thats reserved only for him you’re pinned against the wall.

There has been a couple of times Derek has walked in on you while you both are getting it on in one of the on-call rooms, it's safe to day Derek has lernd to knock.

“Mark, he literally saw it” you gasped from under mark.

He kissed your neck. “I was too busy to notice”

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

#Mark Sloan headcanons #Mark Sloan x reader #Mark Sloan imagines #Greys anatomy #Mark Sloan smut #Smut headcanons #greys anatomy headcanons #For my pookie #Mark Sloan

[festivalsofmargot]

You Are a Memory {Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: END GAME SPOILERS!!! AGE 18+ SCENARIOS

Starts after Sebastian’s questline and goes until the two of you are in your 7th year, aged up to 18+. Sebastian has just killed his uncle, and it finally dawns on the two of you how far down the dark path you’ve gone. You aren’t good for one another, and it’s time you let each other go. 

Could be a standalone, but if you’d like some extra background on yours and Sebastian’s relationship, feel free to read these first: Pining in Potions Class, Pretty Thoughts, and Selfless. (I like to write a non house specific reader, but Gall of a Gryffindor can work too if any of you Gryffindors out there want that little extra).

Word Count: ~ 5,400 😬 whoopsies

Warnings: Kissing, Angst, Sex (first time making love, gender neutral so not crazy explicit smut level, characters are aged 18+)

Author’s Note:  Listen listen listen listen… it’s not that I don’t like you guys. I just wanna make you pretty cry a bit, okay? You and Seb have been too happy together in my short stories and I’m ready to be the drama and add a little spice. This is my first attempt at a sex scene and a gender neutral one at that. I’m happy with how it turned out, but I’ll keep pushing myself to write better. Enjoy everybody, hope you’re having a good day 😊

Songs (if interested, bonus songs because it’s a long one today, pop them on and join my sad vibes):

You Are a Memory - Message to Bears

In This Shirt - The Irrepressibles

Exit Music (For A Film) - Radiohead

September 15, 2017: Cassini - The Grand Finale - Sleeping At Last

Light - Sleeping At Last

Falling Colour - Vanbur

You finally left the room of requirement after having spent a good amount of your Saturday there. The magical beasts you saved were always excellent company, even in a time as dark as this. When Deek had excused himself for the night, it was then you realized you should probably get to bed yourself.

You silently cursed when you saw how dark and empty the halls were. It was difficult to keep track of time with the vivariums and Deek’s room ambience enchantments. No question you were well passed curfew. Though, a detention was the least of your worries at the moment.

You heard your name called from somewhere in the darkness. You gasped and turned quickly to see Sebastian pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against.

“Sebastian? What are you doing here?” The two of you hadn’t spoken since he ran from the cave. You hadn’t sought him out when you returned to the castle. You let him have his space, and heaven knows you needed it too.

“I needed to see you.” He said, not meeting your eyes.

“How long have you been waiting? I’m so sorry, if I had known -”

“It’s alright. I... needed the time to think about what I was going to say to you.”

Noticing the room of requirement’s door was still there, you pulled him back in with you. “Let’s talk in here.”

Sebastian’s eyes roamed the room. He would have been in awe at the beauty of it all. But the image of his dead uncle and the heartbroken look on Anne’s face took away any levity the room could have given him.

With Sebastian’s hand still in yours, you guided him to a nearby couch which had been your favorite spot aside from the beast vivariums, though you had a feeling it wouldn’t be any longer after your conversation that night. You sat and gently tugged at his hand for him to sit down with you.

Releasing your hand, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. He looked down at the floor, and you waited for him to speak first. You didn’t want to rush him.

“How did things go so wrong?” He buried his face in his hands, his voice faltering. “I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to -” 

Hearing his distress, you placed your hand on his back, rubbing up and down.

He took a shaky breath to right himself. He then grabbed your hand that was rubbing his back and held it in his lap. He rubbed a thumb across your skin and stared at the lines that graced your palm. “We need to end this.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and tears stung at your eyes. You also knew the two of you were heading this direction, but to hear one of you actually say it out loud still broke something in you. “I know.” You whispered.

Sebastian shot a hand up to cover his eyes, desperately trying to stop tears of his own from falling. His shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back. “I know.” You said again, still with no conviction. “I’m just as tempted by the dark arts as you are, Sebastian. If we stay together, I'm afraid we’ll cause even more damage.”

“I don’t want this.” He choked through his tears.

You held him tighter, the tears finally falling down your cheeks. You breathed in his scent once more, taking in everything you could of him before he would leave that night. “Neither do I.”

He gently tugged at your arms to get you to release him. He stood to his feet and made his way to leave. You knew you should let him go, but you jumped up from the couch and called for him just as he was going to open the door. “Sebastian!”

His fingers hovered over the handle, he turned slightly to look at you. He waited for you to continue, but you could only stare at him, eyes sparkling with tears. 

Digging his heels into the ground, he closed the distance between the two of you in only a few steps. He took your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You met him with just as much need and grabbed at the fabric covering his chest to keep him close. The both of you whimpered at the despair in your kiss, cheeks wet with tears. This was the end of it and there was no running from the pain.

Before you knew it, Sebastian left your embrace, speeding out of the room. Once the door shut behind him, you collapsed to the floor and allowed your sobs to consume you.

-

The remaining days of your fifth year went by the slowest. Each day you weren’t working with Professor Fig on your ancient magic and going through the keepers’ trials, you struggled to fill your time. Poppy was finally taking it easy after you had helped her with the centaurs. And Natty was still recovering from your fight with Harlow. Her mother had a closer eye on her than ever before, so spending time with her away from the castle wasn’t happening.

Every time you saw Sebastian, you did everything you could to keep your distance and avoid looking his way. At first you tried to sneak glances, but you found it hurt too much, and it only tempted you to run back into his arms. 

“Maybe we were too rash. Maybe we can be better together.” You envisioned yourself saying to him, but you knew it wouldn’t be true. It was made clear every time you left the castle and ran into poachers. They made it difficult to stray from your dark path. Seeing what they had done to so many animals, you were nowhere near done with the cruciatus curse. You weren’t good for Sebastian, you needed to accept that and let him heal. He could be better, and he would be.

-

You don’t know how you made it out alive against Rookwood and Ranrok, yet there you were. You shifted uncomfortably in your bed in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Aside from some deep gashes that needed stitching, a ton of bruising, and a sprained ankle, you had managed to make it out all right. But Professor Fig hadn’t, and it weighed on you heavily.

Word spread fast about how you fought alongside the professors to defend the school.  All your friends had come to see you - well - almost all of them. Even some people you didn’t know very well came to check in. 

When Ominis came in to the hospital wing, you felt yourself go stiff. Along with leaving Sebastian behind, you left Ominis as well. You panicked at the thought of facing him. If you had never entered their lives, Sebastian might not have been able to dive so deep into the dark arts. He might have listened to his closest friend and the whole mess wouldn’t have happened.

“How are you?” Ominis asked as he pulled up a chair by your bedside.

“A little roughed up, I suppose. And you?” You were afraid to ask, because the conversation could so easily move towards Sebastian.

“I’m well thank you. And a little roughed up? From what I hear you sound like you belong in this hospital bed for the remainder of the year.”

You began to laugh but then hissed in pain, grabbing at your side. “Well, I can’t really disagree with you there, can I?”

He gave a soft chuckle, and then he fell quiet. The look on his face made it seem like he was debating his next words. “Look, I heard what happened between you and Sebastian.”

“Ominis, please -”

“Let me finish. I heard what happened between the two of you but I’m still here for you. That day you took on the cruciatus curse for him, I knew you’d proven yourself to be a true friend. I understand why the two of you are no longer speaking, and as much as I’m sure it hurts, I agree it’s what’s best for the both of you. Please know, you don’t have to be a stranger when it comes to me.”

It hit you how much you had missed Ominis as well. “Thank you.”

“I'm afraid I have to get going now, I snuck away from Sebastian to check in on you. I feel I’ve constantly had to talk him out of coming to visit the second he heard what happened.”

You nodded your head, “It’s best he doesn’t come. I think I’d fall out of this bed and crawl right into his arms if he had.”

“I thought the same.” He stood up from his chair. “Now get some rest. I can grab something for you from Honeydukes later.”

“Chocolate Frogs, I’m begging you.” Just as you were starting to cheer up, the thought of Hogsmeade reminded you of Rookwood, and what he had told you before he tried to kill you. “Ominis, wait. There’s something you and Sebastian need to know about Anne.”

-

Sebastian couldn’t stand it. Though he knew full well Ominis was right about how he shouldn’t go to visit you, it had gotten to a point where he wasn’t able to sleep without having seen how you were doing with his own eyes. 

Sneaking out of his dorm, he made his way to the hospital wing. He crept in, cloaked with the disillusionment spell and stood at the entrance. Eyes searching, it didn’t take long to spot you. You seemed to be the only student admitted.

He tiptoed over as not to wake you. When he reached you, his heart crumpled at the sight. A majority of your body was covered by the blanket, but from the skin he could see on your neck and face, you were riddled with bruising and stitches. Without thinking, he brushed his fingers along your cheek. 

You let out a soft moan and Sebastian yanked back his hand, panicked he had woken you. But you went quiet again, the only sound escaping you was your breathing. He should have listened to Ominis, seeing you again like that had pulled him right back in. He needed to get out of there.

Just as he as he turned to leave, you mumbled, “Sebastian?”

He looked back fearfully, thinking he was caught. But you were still sound asleep as you murmured his name. He ached to kneel before your bedside and grab your hand. He wanted to kiss it over and over, reassuring you saying, “I’m here. I’m here. Everything’s alright now.” But he couldn’t, and before he could fight himself on it any longer, he forced his feet to move one in front of the other until he was back in his dorm.

-

It was the beginning of your seventh year at Hogwarts when the Triwizard Tournament was announced to take place. It sounded like just the thing you needed to get through your last year.

You don’t know how you made it through your sixth year, it wasn’t nearly as eventful as your fifth had been. Though you were thankful everything seemed to be going a lot smoother in the world and your friends were safe, you were still uneasy with all the free time you had. You busied yourself up in the room of requirement if you weren’t with Poppy or Natty, and would stay just late enough to make it back right before curfew.

Though it was impossible to not see Sebastian, you did everything you could to minimize the chances. By the end of the year, you had found a good routine to get you through the rest of your time at Hogwarts. And adding this tournament on top of it could really help you thrive.

You fiddled with the folded up parchment that had your name written on it as you stood in the crowd around the Goblet of Fire. You were standing side by side with Natty who was also going to put her name in, the two of you waited for your turn to walk up. It was interesting watching all the Beauxbaton Academy and Durmstrang Institute students put their name in. They all looked so confident, and with such athletic builds, you couldn’t believe some of them were only 18 years old like you were.

After Natty placed her name in, you clapped along with everyone else and threw in a special holler just for her. Then it was your turn. As you were about to let the parchment fall in and be swallowed up by the flames, you looked out to the cheering crowd and locked eyes with Sebastian. Out of everyone around you, how did you manage to spot him? Dropping your name in, the crowd erupted in applause. You bowed your head and smiled as you left the circle.

When you returned to your position amongst the crowd, you tried to shake the image of his face from your mind. The way he was looking at you when you entered your name into the fire, it was almost as if he was crushed to see you do so. But you immediately dismissed the thought. It was dark in there and the only light source came from the Goblet, you couldn’t have possibly gotten a good read on his reaction. You two were no longer in each other’s lives and it’s been that way for a while. Get over yourself. He wouldn’t care what you did any more.

-

“You? But... why?” Was all Sebastian could ask his best friend. Ominis had just informed him he was the one taking you to The Yule Ball. Sebastian had known you were going with someone after overhearing you turn down a Durmstrang student, apologizing and explaining you already had a date. He had been in a dreadful mood ever since. But his sour mood turned perplexed at Ominis’ announcement.

“Honestly? Because I’m afraid of what you’d do to anyone else who did. Also, it looks good for a Gaunt to be going to the ball with the Hogwarts champion, if I’m not going to be the champion myself. Got my family off my back somewhat.”

Sebastian sighed. “Ominis, you didn’t need to trouble yourself. I’m fine now. We’re fine. We haven’t spoken in who knows how long. The two of you should go with people you -” have an interest in. He finished in his head, unable to say the words aloud without feeling sick.

Though he’d hate to admit it, Sebastian was filled with immense relief Ominis was the one taking you to the ball. He had seen the rather large amount of people who had approached you, and he wanted to shoo off each one of them. But he had no right, he needed to let you live your life. After all, it would have been highly hypocritical of him considering he had said yes to going with Amelie Dupont, the champion for Beauxbatons Academy.

-

Sebastian and Ominis waited side by side at the bottom of the stairs for their dates. He was hoping with every fiber in his body that you would walk down those stairs before Amelie did, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist watching you come down with undivided attention. And that would be horribly rude of him with his date at his arm already.

But of course, Amelie arrived first. He shouldn’t have expected any different knowing how you were. Always off doing something until the last minute.

With Amelie’s arm linked in his, all champions and their dates stood, lined in formation to enter the ballroom, except one.

“Ah Mr. Gaunt, here is your date now.”

Sebastian shot his gaze to the stairs at Professor Weasley’s words and went stiff. In that moment, he could have sworn his heart stopped. You were breathtaking. He had never seen you in such formal attire. For some reason, feeling foolish about it then, he had expected you to be dressed in some variation of the Hogwarts uniform. It had been all he’d seen you in for the passed year and a half.

“So sorry I’m late.” You called down as you descended the steps, watching your step as you did so as not to trip in your new fancy shoes. You were still breaking them in and weren’t the most confident. When you looked up your eyes met Sebastian’s, and the way he was looking at you had your insides twisting.

Sebastian swallowed thickly when you looked his way, and for a brief moment he let himself live in the fantasy that you were walking down the stairs to meet him. Time slowed down and memories began popping up all at once in his brain: the first time you met, the both of you trying to hide your laughter at Garreth’s nonsense in potions class, your first kiss in the library, all your sneaky pecks to his cheek, and even the times he’d rest his head on your lap as the two of you laid in the grass under the sun.

“Alright you two, join the line here.” His thoughts were interrupted at Professor’s Weasley’s voice. You took Ominis’ arm and got in the back of the line. Sebastian made himself face forward, awaiting further instruction.

“You look very handsome, Ominis.” He heard you whisper to his best friend.

“Thank you, I’m sure you look wonderful yourself.” You and Ominis cackled.

Walking out in front of everyone and doing the traditional first dance was all a blur. Sebastian hadn’t been able to compose himself after he saw you coming down the stairs.

Once the dance was over, he excused himself from Amelie and went to the washroom. He leaned against the sink, trying to steady his breathing. How could he have ever thought he was over you? You still meant as much to him then as you had when you parted ways in the room of requirement. He was extra thankful Ominis had been your date, if anyone else had been and he had to watch you link arms with them he didn’t think his heart could take it.

Once he returned to the ball, his eyes landed on you and Ominis on the dance floor. You were talking and laughing with him easily, seeming to not have a care in the world.

Do I have even the slightest effect on you anymore? Sebastian wondered as he watched from afar. He thought back to when you put your name in the Goblet of Fire. Your eyes had met his and he silently pleaded with you not to go through with it, people died in this tournament. Though he knew you were capable, having to watch you be put in harm’s way and he wouldn’t be able to help had him petrified. But you dropped it in and turned away, proud to have your name in the running. When your name was chosen from the Goblet, because of course it was, the terror and misery that went through him was paralyzing. Ominis had to help keep him steady the rest of that day.

He had a sick hope he made you hurt at least a little having come with Amelie. But you were the one on the dance floor, happy as can be, not the one trying to keep it together in the washroom like he had just been.

Sebastian went and found Amelie. He apologized and asked her for another dance.

The night went by decently enough for Sebastian. Amelie was beautiful and talkative, so when the two of them weren’t dancing, they were surrounded by a group of people asking her an abundance of questions. He was thankful she took the reins in conversation because he wasn’t in a socializing mood. Every now and then he took glances your way, not once did he catch your eye.

It was nearing the end of the night and Amelie had asked if he wanted to go back to the dance floor. He looked out and saw you and Ominis were back out there already.

“I - I apologize, I promised a friend a dance and it’s slipped my mind ‘til now.”

Amelie nodded with a smile and went back to speaking with a few Durmstrang students who were eager for her attention.

Before he knew it, he was making his way over to you and Ominis. When he reached the two of you on the dance floor, he held out a hand towards you.

Your laughing and dancing ceased.

“May I cut in?” Sebastian asked, gaze on you unflinching.

Your insides began buzzing with nerves. The thought of your first time interacting with Sebastian again through a dance was nearly too much to handle.

“Go ahead.” Ominis said with a smile as he released you, his approval taking you by surprise. “I need a rest anyhow.” Before you could protest, he was gone, leaving you and Sebastian alone.

You tentatively grabbed his hand and he pulled you into a dance. This being your first time speaking and touching after nearly two years, you didn’t think you would be able to look him in the eyes. But that was the only place you could look.

The two of you didn’t speak, it seemed you didn’t need to. Over the course of your dance, the two of you moved in closer, dismissing the official waltz stance you were supposed to be in. Your arms found their way around his shoulders and his around your waist. He leaned his head against yours as you slowly swayed from side to side.

You had fought so hard to distance yourself from him, and all it took was one dance to pull you back in. You never wanted to let go. Because as soon as you let go, he would be gone from your life again. The way he was holding onto you made you believe he had the same worry. You breathed in his scent like you used to do when you were this close. You hummed and pulled him closer, he still used the same cologne you loved.

Sebastian closed his eyes, imagining it was just the two of you in your own little world. He relished every second of this dance with you. Having you back in his arms felt right, like this was where you were always supposed to be.

“Excusez-moi? Sebastian, I’m getting tired. Would you like to walk me back to the dorms?” Amelie hiccupped, seeming to have had some drinks other students snuck in.

His eyes shot open and you tried to pull away quickly, but he grabbed your hand with a strong hold so you wouldn’t get too far. As the two of you looked at Amelie, you shook your hand from his grasp and cleared your throat. “Of course he would! Appreciate you letting me steal him away for a quick dance. Always great to catch up with an old friend. Goodnight, you two.”

Sebastian watched as you escaped to Ominis’ side, your vanishing warmth making him feel empty. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t leave things there and not speak to you for another year and a half. Dancing with you and holding you close would never have been enough to hold him over.

“You’ll have to guide me.” Amelie giggled, linking her arm in his. “This castle is a maze.”

“It can be. Would you excuse me one moment?” He slipped from Amelie’s grasp and ran to your side. He touched your elbow and your attention was back on him.

Your eyes widened at the gall Sebastian had to leave Amelie’s side. You already felt terrible she had to witness the two of you dancing the way you were, but truth be told she was probably too sozzled to notice. “Sebastian, you can’t just -”

“Meet me in the undercroft, I’ll be there shortly.”

“I can’t, I -” You gestured weakly to Ominis who was aware of everything that was happening.

“Please.” The rigor in his voice made it clear he wasn’t asking, then he returned to Amelie’s side.

You looked to Ominis, dumbstruck at Sebastian’s actions. “Ominis, you need to speak with him. Get him back to his senses.”

But Ominis only shook his head, “Meet with him.”

-

After all this time, you found yourself in the undercroft again. While you waited for Sebastian, you looked around, nostalgia washing over you. You found your way next to a wooden table covered in markings you hadn’t remembered seeing. Sebastian’s, Ominis’, and Anne’s names were all over, along with some carvings of stick figures. One of the carvings was a heart with yours and Sebastian’s initials. You rubbed your hand over your chest in hopes to slow down your rapid pulse. Then you ran your fingers over it.

His heart ached as he watched you. “I did that when you were recovering in the hospital wing. I was a mess.”

You startled slightly at his voice.

“A few weeks after we... well...” He looked down, kicking the dirt at his feet, wanting to change the subject. “We haven’t bumped into each other down here since fifth year, have we? How often do you come these days?” He asked, looking back up to you.

“Oh, I... I haven’t been in here since fifth year.”

“You haven’t?” A large part of him hurt at the thought of you leaving the undercroft behind.

You shook your head, eyes continuing to roam around the room. “No. This place was always yours, Ominis’, and Anne’s. Never mine.”

“I tried to make it yours too.”

You met his dispirited gaze, and you didn’t know how to respond. You turned away and began meandering around. “What is this about, Sebastian?” You hoped he would get on with it, this whole night had been torture. Watching him dance with Amelie and barely leave her side, you were thankful you had Ominis to lean on.

He took a step towards you. “I want to be in your life again.” He blurted.

Your heart picked up its pace again and you froze. It was exactly what you wanted to hear, but as much as you wanted to run and jump into his arms, you kept yourself in place. It wasn’t what was best for him.

“I want us again.” He said, taking another step towards you.

“Sebastian.” You sighed.

“Believe me when I say I’ve changed.” He began desperately. “I have no more temptations with the dark arts. Just ask Ominis! He’ll tell you how far I’ve come. I’m better now.”

You swallowed thickly in your throat. “But I’m not.” You confessed, barely above a whisper. You released a shaky breath and met his stare. “I am so proud to hear you’ve come far. Truly, I am. But I am still no good for you.” You glanced away from him then, unable to say it to his face. “I still use the unforgiveable curses... all the time.” You went tense at the admission, “These poachers Poppy and I come across, they conjure up something so monstrous in me, I -” You stopped yourself, not eager to explain further.

“I can help you.” He was by your side then. “I brought you into the dark arts. I can help get you out. My hatred for Ranrok’s loyalists? I was able to overcome that too.” He took your hand and pressed it to his chest. “You don’t know how far I’d go for this. I’m so in love with you it hurts. I can’t stand to see you and act like I don’t know you anymore.”

You shook your head at the overwhelming nature of it all, an unsteady exhale left your lips. The look on your face told him you were considering his words, and he couldn’t help but hold his breath. “Sebastian, if I pull you back to the dark arts, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“You won’t.” He brought the back of your hand to his lips. “I mean it when I say I’ve changed. Have a little confidence in me, will you?”

You bit your lip, and thought through everything that could go wrong if you went back to him. But him telling you he was in love with you had taken away all your resolve. All the warnings you usually chided yourself with were falling flat, not being at all effective like they used to be even just a moment ago. You nodded your head. “Okay.”

“Okay?” His eyes went wide, unable to believe it.

“Okay. And I love you too. So much, Sebastian.”

Sebastian picked you up and swung you in his arms, causing a boisterous laugh to spring out from inside you. He set you down and brought one hand up to cup your cheek, smashing his lips against yours. Being able to be with you like this again had him bursting at the seams with joy.

You kissed him back with just as much fervor. Your hands shot up to his hair and you gripped his locks between your fingers. He backed you up until you hit the wooden table you were looking at earlier. Without taking his lips off of yours he hoisted you up and positioned himself between your legs. He licked at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth partly for him to taste more of you. You let out a whimper, then you felt him press his front against yours. You gasped at the sudden feel of it and he made himself stop kissing you.

“I’m sorry.” He said breathlessly, forehead pressed to yours. “We don’t have to. I just couldn’t help myself. You just -” He buried his face into your neck and sighed, “Every time I see you, I go mad. I’ve missed you all this time and to finally have you here in my arms -”

You began to unbutton his shirt with delicate fingers. He pulled back and looked you into your eyes. 

“A - Are you sure?”

You smiled at him and nodded your head, continuing to undo his buttons. He helped you shakily yet eagerly. Then he began to help you undress, covering you in comforting kisses as he did so. It was nerve-racking, undressing in front of each other for the first time. But you weren’t with just anyone in that moment, you were with Sebastian, and he was with you. The two of you were hopeful for the future, but in that moment neither of you cared what happened from then on. The two of you were ready, and you wanted be each other’s first. 

You moved to the floor together, laying on your clothes, he covered your body with his. He leaned down to kiss you, his chest pressing against yours, and the feel of his skin was electrifying. You could feel his hardness pressed against you as you continued to hold each other, taking your time exploring one another in a way no one else had.

He shivered as you touched him, sighing your name against your lips. He dragged his fingers from your neck, lightly touching down your body, passed your waist, until he placed his hand between your thighs.

And right then, with the urgent need about to burst from both your cores, you knew there was no other place in the world you'd rather be. This ache you felt for each other left no room for doubt, this couldn’t have happened with anyone else, you were made for one another. You both were on the brink with each other’s touches, clueless how it could possibly feel better than it already had. 

“I’m ready.” You whimpered.

Sebastian, eyes clouded with desire, nodded his head. You both adjusted until you fit each other perfectly, starting slow to get the hang of it, and eventually losing yourselves in one another in a tangle of limbs. You covered each other with kisses, licks, and even some bites as the need to melt into each other grew more and more. In those moments together, as your breaths and moans echoed throughout the undercroft, the only temptation presenting itself was each other, and it was pure bliss.

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[ejzah]

heyy, I just wanted to say that I love your work and wanted to ask if you can write a story where Kensi is pregnant and Deeks and her haven’t told the team yet, but then Kensi gets in trouble (kidnapped or something) and in all the panic Deeks tells the team they’re having a baby and then of course they find her and everyone is happy!

(post season 14)

A/N: Thanks, anon! That’s so kind of you.

***

Collateral Damage

“What do you think? Can you tell that I’m 13 weeks pregnant?”

Deeks tilted his head, considering her outfit since she’d asked. She lifted her arms, turning in a slow circle. Her shirt was slightly looser than typical, but otherwise, Deeks didn’t see any obvious signs.

Of course, there were the little things. Like the actual glow to her cheeks, or the way she occasionally placed her hand on her stomach without realizing.

“Nope. You’re good,” he confirmed.

“Great.” Kensi sighed, slipping on a pair of shoes.

“You know somebody’s going to figure it out pretty soon though, right?”

“Deeks, we agreed—”

“I know,” Deeks assured her, gently cupping her shoulders. “I want to keep this just between our family for a while too. But let’s face it; we work with a bunch of investigative experts. On top of that, Sam has two kids. Somebody’s bound to pick up on your sudden disdain for anything with corn.”

“You’re right.” Kensi sighed, this time regret in the sound. “I just wanted this to be ours without worrying about other people’s opinions. “It’s been so nice. Just the two of us. Well, four.” She laughed soft, and pressed her forehead against Deeks’. “I love you.”

“I love you too. And it’s going to be fine.”

***

“So Johnson isn’t talking?” Callen asked, and Deeks shook his head.

“Nope. Sam even glared at him for a full minute. I threw a lot of legal jargon at him. He’s not biting,” Deeks said.

“He seemed smug,” Sam added.

“Did Fatima and Kensi get anywhere?” Resting his hand on the back of his desk chair, Deeks nodded at Rountree.

“I haven’t heard from them yet,” Rountree answered.

In lieu of their usual pairings, Deeks and Sam had been sent to retrieve the suspect in a murder, while Fatima and Kensi went to interview the dead man’s wife. Deeks couldn’t deny that he as somewhat relieved at Kensi being out of the direct line of fire. He knew she could still take care of herself, but it didn’t mean he liked it.

“Ok, check in with them when we’re done here,” Called decided. “If a Johnson isn’t giving us anything, we’ll need to find something on him that’ll give him some inspiration.”

“I’ll start digging—” Rountree started to say, then interrupted himself, raising a finger. “Incoming call from Fatima. Hey, what’s up—woah, woah, slowly down! What happened?”

Deeks leaned forward, his stomach clenching at Rountree’s tone.

“Devin, what’s going on?” Sam asked, but Rountree held up his hand, putting his head down as he listened. “No, it’s ok. It’s not your fault. I’m gonna call LAPD right now.”

“Rountree,” Callen prompted as he ended the call. Licking his lips, Rountree’s gaze flickered between them, lingering on Deeks for a few extra seconds.

“Kensi and Fatima were mid-way through their interview when Kensi heard a noise. The wife insisted it was nothing. Kensi went to investigate anyway and someone opened fire. Fatima says there were at least three armed men.” His eyes flicked to Deeks again. “They took Kensi.”

Deeks vision swam, and for a second, it felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs, and his knees started to buckle. Kensi needed him. He shook off the disorientation, anger filling him along with the desperate need to destroy something.

“Deeks, you ok?” Sam asked softly, but Deeks ignored him, focusing on Rountree. If he focused on getting Kensi back, he would be ok.

“When did it happen? Did Fatima see who took her?”

“A couple minutes before she called. And she said they were masked. I’m sorry, Deeks.”

“It’s not your fault,” Deeks murmured, echoing Rountree’s own reassurance. He dragged a hand through his hair, desperately trying to keep his mind from spiraling, yet all he could think of was Kensi dead somewhere. And the twins—

“Deeks, we’re going to find here,” Sam assured him. “We always do.”

“Then why are still standing around talking? We need to get out there before they get too far,” Deeks said, spinning around with the intent of heading for the armory.

“Hey, Deeks, we’ve been here before, and rushing in never works,” Callen warned him, putting a hand on Deeks’ shoulder.

He shook it off, more aggressively than he normally would. “It’s not just about Kensi,” he snapped.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked, suspicion in his voice, and some of Deeks’ anger dissipated, replaced by fear again, and grief.

“She’s pregnant,” he whispered. “Kensi’s pregnant.”

***

A/N: I hope that was suitably angsty and dramatic. Part two to follow.

Thanks for the prompt!

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[zetadraconis11]

about your last post. I think Ominis would have a fit if he knew how many animal's MC he has. Natty would probably be wondering where MC got the time. and poppy would definitely be happy/mad because there were so many animals and the MC didn't say anything straight away. For the other deserts, I don't think so. seb sees dragon.

I really do headcanon Ominis to just worry for people. "I have to look after you because Merlin knows you're not looking after yourself!" Kind of thing, lol. And MC, well, MC gives Ominis PLENTY to worry about, lol

*in the vivarium*

Ominis: Let me get this straight...You have a Graphorn at your disposal, as well as Hippogriffs and Thestrels and Kneazles?

MC: Don't forget the Diricawls, Mooncalves, Jobberknolls, Fwoopers, Giant Purple Toads, Nifflers, Unicorns and...Puffskeins.

Amit: I-is that an actual Phoenix? It's so beautiful!

MC: Oh yeah! Deek wanted me to keep him safe, so I went through another cave, dealt with unsavory foes, and found him!

Natty: I...how do you find the time to save all these creatures?

MC: I made it work! I will say, this is MUCH better spent time in helping creatures than having to do some ridiculous Merlin Trial.

Poppy: I can't believe you saved all these creatures, and you didn't tell me!

MC: I'm sorry! I meant to, but things got...busy. I made sure Highwing was specially taken care of, though, while I was away.

Poppy: Well...thank you. I suppose I can forgive you.

MC: It's a shame I couldn't tame some mongrels, though. Not for lack of trying either.

Ominis, pinching the bridge of his nose: Why am I even surprised at this point?

Sebastian: MC, I think you're making poor Ominis grow more gray hairs.

Ominis: I just cannot believe how much you've done in ONE YEAR.

MC: I'm just glad I was able to get it all done IN a year! Sure, I forgot to sleep every now and then, but I was able to bounce back for the most part! I think I can still smell color from my lack of sleep, though...

The group:

Garreth: ...so would this be a bad time to ask for permission to gather resources or...?

#garreth can get all the fwooper feathers he wants now lol #mc raises ominis's blood pressure #mc had too much on their plate #it would be a miracle if they didn't become psycho #hogwarts mc #sebastian sallow #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #amit thakkar #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy headcanons

[stanathanxoox]

Our Babies

“Our babies would be so cute.”

“Oh, yeah?” - Ominis Gaunt x MC

You had just escaped from the hospital wing, your boyfriend helping to escort you there when you had began to feel incredibly nauseous and dizzy during potions class with Professor Sharp. Matron Blainely had insisted that you spent the rest of the day in the hospital wing until whatever ails you passed, having sent Ominis back to class straight after he was sure you were settled. Matron Blainely had run some tests throughout the afternoon and come to only one conclusion, one that you should’ve probably suspected given your most recent turn in your relationship with your boyfriend. You made your way through the door into the room of requirement, having sent Ominis an owl when you were being released from the hospital wing for him to meet you there. You settled on the couch having noticed that he hadn’t arrived yet. Deek appeared a couple minutes later and bowed in front of you saying

“I have a plate full of plain crackers and some soup at Matron Blainely’s request for you Miss Y/N, she said that given your certain situation at the moment you may not feel like eating what is being served for dinner in the Great hall”. You take it gratefully, and chew slowly on the crackers

“Thank you Deek, I appreciate it greatly. Do you mind giving me and Ominis some space while I tell him?” you ask and Deek nods, taking your hand in his small one before he says

“Mr Gaunt has been worried sick about you all day Miss Y/N, kept on calling me to see if I knew any more about your condition. I’m sure he will be positively thrilled to hear your news”. And with that theres a poof and Deek is gone.

You don’t have time to even think or dwell on what Deek had just said to you because the door cracks open and you hear the worried voice of your boyfriend call out

“Y/N? Are you in here? I got your owl and came as quickly as I could” he says as he rushes into the room. You stand and make your way over to him, suddenly very nervous about the whole situation. You had known right from the beginning of your friendship with Ominis that he didn’t care much for his family or for what they had done and how much he wanted to escape. How much after this last year of school he wanted to leave and never return to his families home ever again. You hadn’t really talked about children apart from that if you had them they weren’t to be anything like his family. But you couldn’t help but worry what would happen given that you were both unmarried and - you couldn’t think of that. Your hands are ringing together, a sign of how anxious and nervous you are, something that even though Ominis can’t see he can still pick up

“My sweet Y/N, what is wrong?” he asks, placing his hands gently on your arms to reassure you

“Our babies would be so cute” you say, blurting the first thing that comes to your mind, another anxious trait you had. He raises an eyebrow even more confused as he asks

“Oh yeah?” and you nod your head before gently taking his hands and placing them on the slight bump that is your growing baby. You watch the different expressions flicker across his face, from shock, astonishment and wonder, to happiness and excitement

“Are you serious right now?” he asks, his voice a whisper and you nod leaning in and whispering

“Yes Ominis, we’re having a baby, Blainely thinks I’m about 12 and a half weeks pregnant” 

“We’re having a baby” he whispers before pressing a kiss to your lips and you smile

“Ominis, what does this mean for us and the baby?” you ask and he places a kiss to your forehead

“We have two months left till graduation my sweet girl, and then we can marry and raise this baby  together” he declares as if it was the surest thing in the whole world.

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods

“Of course I’m sure my sweet girl, a life without you in it just doesn’t seem worth living and now that I know we’re having our own precious little one well that’s even more reason for us to be together don’t you think sweet girl?” he asks and you nod, as tears slip down your face

“I love you Ominis” you whisper and he beams. 

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[aladaylessecondblog]

Severed Destiny bs

When Haj-deek is at Helseth's wedding (making the emperor's acquaintance) her pet cliffracer's eggs hatch beneath her bed

Voryn is not happy about this (but he also has other things to worry about also)

((Like Nerevar himself appearing in his dreams to tell him where Sadara's ghost is))

#dagoth ur #morrowind #fanfiction #nerevarine

[ask-deek]

What did you think about Penny trying to climb into Rereks enclosure?

Penny did what?!😱

Oh no. Deek hopes Mister Marvolo told Rerek not to eat her. Deek treasures all of his friends dearly. Deek would hate to lose any of his friends.

#Deek thinks #Deek speaks #Deek is worried