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

Ominis's Girl

Author's Note:

IM BACK!!

How much did I miss you all?? Imeasurable!! Before this chapter starts off, I just wanted to apologize. It feels like forever since I've updated, but fear not, I did forget about you guys or this story at all. For those of you who don't know, I recently got surgery, and then I found out I was allergic to the medicine they gave me for recovery and then was in and out of the hospital for a few weeks. Then, a couple of days ago, my cat died. So....pretty awful. But I'm excited to be feeling better and writing again. Thank you so much for your patience.
Quick update: The next two chapters will probably be the last! (sad) But I had the ending to this story planned almost before the beginning so I'm excited to share it with you all. This has been such an incredible journey, you all mean the world to me.

TW: sexual themes. The first half of this chapter is a little smutty, sorry....

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You awoke to an unfamiliar sensation. The feeling of soft lips upon the skin of your right cheek. A gentle pressure and an even gentler hum as they pressed upon you. It was a grateful welcome from your slumber. Even if it had been the best sleep of your life. Even if you did wish to never wake up.

It was perfect. You had spent the entire night curled up against Ominis, dreaming of what it felt like to have his hands around you and waking only to the pleasant realization that those thoughts were no longer a hope, but a reality.

"Good morning, my darling." He might as well have purred, his arms reaching out to entangle themselves around you further, pressing your body deadly closer to his own. He still laid behind you in a knot the muggle world would call "spooning". A remnant of how the two of your tired bodies had collapsed onto one another the night before. Or perhaps a heap demonstrating the months of mindless yearning those bodies had long pined for one another.

You couldn't help but smile, opening your eyes to see the Room of Requirement shining before you and the nest of conjured blankets resting beneath you. His voice, ringing with drowsy morning as it did so often in only your dreams, was deadly. Feeling a mix of an emotion so strong it was almost foreign, you took his arm in your hand and wrapped it tighter around you, hearing him laugh softly against your cheek. There was a pain in your hand, the broken one. Pains all over your body, actually. But at the current moment, none of it seemed to matter at all. Perhaps it was because, for the first time in months, there was not a pain in your heart.

The warmth of Ominis's breath prodded against your cheek again as he mumbled more lovestruck nonsense to your skin, barely lifting his lips enough from your face for them to reverberate into the air around you. You made out the last few words. "I must thank you."

You giggled, closing your eyes again so that the feeling of his skin and the sound of his voice were the only things you could sense. "For what, Ominis?"

After all, you could imagine many things at the present moment you would like to thank him for.

"Because," You felt his lips curl into a smile as he kissed you again. "This is the only morning in my life in which I have awoken and felt like a normal man."

The sentiment caught you off guard, and for a moment, the rate of calming breaths you'd found yourself falling into quickened. It was a sad comment, a heart-wrenching reminder of the tragic past of the once-lonely boy lying beside you. But the tone held none of the melancholic sours it once had, instead, the words rang sappy-sweet, sung out into the morning air like the type of prayer one completes before a long-anticipated meal. You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed where his pale skin melted into a branching of blue veins. Tracing your fingers along the lines, you allowed your voice to soften into his. "Then it would be so wrong of me to ever deprive you of such a sensation again."