Oh, Merlin. It's you. (Ominis x Reader)

Good Morning

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Ominis

Dear Merlin, was it possible for someone's snores to be so sweet?

Ominis had woken up just slightly before you and he was sure he would be forever grateful. For him, this was an extra opportunity to hold you and remember it, to stroke your arm as it lay lazily draped across his chest, to smell your perfumed hair permeating into his pajama shirt. He was not sure he had ever been so content in his life.

That being said, as he sat there with you wrapped around his waist, a torrent of conflicting emotions swirled within him. He did not know how last night's actions would change the dynamic between the two of you and he wasn't sure what this meant in regards to the darkness that lurked within his own family. Their malevolence and wickedness were well-known, and he couldn't bear the thought of you falling prey to their sinister ways. The very idea sent shivers down his spine. He would endure any pain or torment inflicted upon himself, but the mere thought of you being harmed in the process ignited a fierce protectiveness within him. With a heavy heart, he grappled with the agonizing realization that loving you meant exposing you to the dangers that awaited and he was just so scared. Scared as he had never felt emotions this intense or passionate about someone. And even in fleeting moments of ridiculous worry, he was even frightened that your butterbeer at dinner had been laced with some sort of amortentia.

Ominis had intended on revealing his feelings to you last night. In fact, he had imagined how he would do it over and over again for months now whilst hiding inside his own brain. Never had he imagined he might actually kiss you before he did. However, some unpredictable force last night had just brought him to do it and he could not stop.

He wanted to do this the proper way. He wanted to court you, send you calling cards, or get permission from your guardians as he had been taught was proper growing up. Though Sebastian often spent late nights with girls he was not betrothed to, Ominis never wanted to risk your status as a lady or insult your position as an eligible bachelorette post-graduation if you decided to marry. But to be fair, despite all the worrying frequently completed by Ominis, there were few scenarios in which he saw himself letting you walk out of this school without him. He knew one day or another he would be yours, even if that meant he would try forever.

But now... now, he lacked the courage. He did not want to say something to you which would upset you or scare you away or diminish all progress he had made. He just wished to be close like this with you forever, cuddled up on his normally lonesome twin-sized bed. And he was just beginning to think that maybe you liked him in the ways that he liked you. Was it selfish of him to be scared?

But above all worry, he was really just so happy . His heart had almost bounded from his chest when he had leaned into your lips last night, and oh gods , had it ever been worth it. Especially now, as he lay there, feeling your chest rise and fall above him, those worrying thoughts were far from the forefront of his mind. Even the little pool of drool accumulating below his breast pocket became endearing to him and he never wanted this moment to end. You had infiltrated his mind. His body. Even his goddamn soul, and he had never been so pleased about something.

He felt around the bed slowly for your hand, careful not to wake you. Once he had found it, he took his time to delicately feel each finger, appreciating their natural, soft warmness. He had never had anyone to just leisurely touch like this. The only fingers he had ever explored were his own, and for the better part of yesterday, yours. He grinned like a schoolboy remembering the feeling of you grasping him back. Almost so angelic that he really wished he could wake you up just so that you might squeeze them again.

You shifted underneath him, burying your face deeper into the fabric of his shirt. He reached his hand up to stroke down your hair, calming you from whatever made your shift in your sleep, praying to every god he could think of that you wouldn't pull away. In moments like these, he cursed himself for ever being so dismissive to you when you had first met, thinking that maybe if he hadn't, he would have gotten to spend more mornings like this with you already.