Hopeless | Ominis Gaunt x Reader

21

Ominis smoothed down the creases in his waistcoast and adjusted the cufflinks on his dress robes for what must have been the thousandth time as he waited anxiously for your arrival. Garreth had assured him he looked the epitome of class and high-prestige, but he couldn't help but feel incredibly self-conscious, teeming with anxiety about what you would think of him.

His parents had insisted he wear the traditional Gaunt formal attire and had sent them over by owl, but he had removed the family crest that was normally embroidered on the front and opted for only the silver signet ring instead as a symbol of homage. If he was going to flaunt around as a highbrow pureblood heir all night, he would do it in a tasteful fashion at least.

"Ominis, if you pace around any longer you're going to wear a hole into the floor." Garreth chastised lightly.

The blonde stopped his nervous walking but it wasn't long before he was tapping his foot anxiously and fidgeting with every detail of his attire once again.

"Seriously, what are you even nervous about?" Garreth sighed, at his wit's ends. "She's not going to bite, I promise."

"Trust me, that's the least of my concerns." Ominis muttered, running a hand down his face. If he managed to have your mouth anywhere near him by the end of the night, the evening would certainly go down as a success in his books.

"You're a very strange man, you know that?"

Ominis opened his mouth to retort with a quip about all the merits of lovebites when Garreth suddenly broke off, his attention turning towards much more pressing matters in front of him. Such pressing matters including the sight of two gorgeous women appearing at the top of the staircase, arm-in-arm and clad in jaw-dropping gowns. Ominis knew they were jaw-dropping because he could almost audibly hear the sound of Garreth's mouth going lax beside him.

"There's our girls." Garreth announced with a breathless excitement.

Ominis straightened immediately, an exhilarating mixture of excitement and unease furling through his gut— a feeling some other soul might call butterflies, but to Ominis felt like someone had just unleashed a swarm of vampyr mosps in his stomach. "Gods, I'm going to be sick."

"I promise they don't look that bad." Garreth humored, though Ominis looked starkly unamused.

"Will you describe her to me?" He asked, taking a steadying breath. He neatened the emerald ascot around his neck — the only part of his attire that he had let you see beforehand because he wanted the color to perfectly match your gown.

"She's quite the sight, mate." Garreth remarked before delving into a bit-too-enthusiastic narration of said sight before him. "She's got her hair pinned up real pretty and some glittery stuff on her eyes. Oh, and she's wearing this green dress — a bit too Slytherin for my tastes," He added with a subtle frown. "But, oh man, it's doing wonders for her hips. Quite mesmerizing honestly, really accentuates her—"

"Garreth, have you ever tasted dragonhide?" Ominis interrupted through gritted teeth.

"No?" Garreth furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Finish that sentence if you'd like to, I'd be more than happy to shove my boot so far up your—"

"Boys," You greeted politely as you reached the bottom of the staircase and Ominis cleared his throat stiffly, schooling the anger from his features and turning his attention towards you. Natsai flew to Garreth's side immediately and the couple hurried away excitedly, beaming smiles plastered on their faces.

You let your eyes comb over Ominis' attire for the first time and you couldn't help but let your gaze linger for a bit too long. God, did he have to look like that?