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reddeaddamnation · 5 months

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Your future life with the Hogwarts Legacy folks:

Sebastian Sallow

Hogsmeade was magical during Yule. Lights and decorated trees, pretty ornaments hung around the houses and the carols sung all around the village. The snow covered streets brought out a cozy feeling that just made you want to hide in the Three Broomsticks with a warm cup of cocoa or a mug of butterbeer next to the fireplace. Thankfully, you didn't have to think about work these days and you could enjoy a holiday with your husband.

Sirona's smiling face greeted you at the entrance. She hadn't aged at all since you were students. "Well if it isn't mr. and mrs. Sallow." She teased. Contrary to what everyone believed, Sebastian had chose to folllw in his family's footsteps and became an auror, who turned his back on the dark arts and instead opted to fight them. Ominis joked that even though you endorsed him all those years, you became the good influence and prompted a change in him after your wedding.

You, yourself had become a professor in Defense against the dark arts at Hogwarts after professor Hecate's retirement. "Oh, stop the formalities, Sirona, its Y/N and Sebastian." You laughed. "I will always remember the times when you were always getting into trouble." Sirona joked "Look at you now. All grown up. What can I get you?" You made your orders and sat at the table next to the fireplace, enjoying its warmth.

"I don't know when was the last time I told you this but I'll remind you. You're the best thing that happened to me. If it wasn't for you, I don't know where I would be right now." Sebastian looked at you with adoring eyes, a smile on his lips. "Azkaban?" You joked. After sharing a small laugh, he continued. "But...really. You made me a better person, professor Sallow." He smirked. "I'm glad to hear it, chief auror Sallow."

Ominis Gaunt

The ministry was dull and boring as ever. Everyone was so busy and...corporate... You sat at your desk, twiddling around a feather in your hand, wondering what to do, since your work was finished half an hour ago. Wondering if your husband was as workless as you were, you decided to go and check for yourself.

The corridor seemed endless. After finally seeing the door with his name on it, you knocked softly, waiting for an answer. "Minister Gaunt, you have a visitor." You teased him, upon entering. He shot you a welcoming smile, before going back to the papers in front of him. You took a moment to admire him. You always knew he would make it big, despite his disability. He was smart and adaptive. Nothing could stop him from achieving his dreams and you were so proud of him.

You couldn't help but walk over to him and hug him from behind his chair, nuzzling into his neck. "Darling, I have work to do." Ominis kissed your cheek sweetly "I promise, I will not let you go but when we go home." Feeling you pout, he sighed and contemplated for a moment. "My love..." he tried to speak, but you only hugged him stronger. "Just five minutes, Omi, I promise. I'm bored out of my mind." Snaking your body to the front of the chair, you sat on his lap, making him blush. "Ah... Y/N, you do whatever you want with me." Chuckling under his breath, he kissed you passionately, meanwhile casting a spell to lock the door.

Garreth Weasley

An explosion erupted from within your husband's potions shop, making you sigh. No surprise, with all the experiments he was doing and new concoctions he attempted to brew. You walked inside just in time to see Garreth, covered in soot and liquid, frantically trying to clean up the mess he had made.

"Too high temperature?" You asked, smirking. He looked you and scoffed at your amused face. This wasn't the first time you saw him covered in the mess he created. It was even too many to count. So many it didn't make you burst out laughing anymore. Despite that, he had made himself the name of the best potioneer in England with a successful potions shop and even published a book with his own recipes for potions. So to create said new potions, he had to go through trial and error multiple times a day.

"Too many troll boggeys." He answered, eyeing you up and down to find something to get back at you with "And you? A niffler caught your foot?" He pointed at the noticable missing piece of fabric of pants on your lower leg. You on the other hand, pursued your dreams of taking care of beasts to keep the wild populations stable. "Ah, kneezles get too playful sometimes. I think she believed my leg was a toy tree she could climb on." You waved your hand, dismissing concerns "What were you brewing this time?" Garreth sighed, motioning to the mess around his potion station.

"I attempted to create a potion, which could help the user breathe underwater." He explained "Not turn the user into a newt!" Ignoring your laugh, Garreth waved his wand, putting everything was back into place, clean and tidy "So after failed attempt number one, this is the result of attempt number two." He never failed to put a smile on your face though. "Don't worry, love, I'm sure you will get it next time." You reassured, moving closer to him for a hug, but stopped, remembering his... state right now.

Garreth rubbed the back of his neck. "Ahh...let's leave that for later, alright?" He chuckled.

Amit Thakkar

"I found it!" Amit exclaimed, excitedly shifting in his place, barely able to stop himself from jumping. His voice was quivering from the excitement of his discovery. He had been searching every night for some legendary constellation, appearing only once every few hundred years, or that was what the ancient scriptures that lead him on his search said. After realizing the time of appearance was soon, he spent night after night for a whole week staring up at the sky with his telescope with you to keep him company.

"Look!" He gave you the telescope to see for youself and lo and behold, he was right. A constellation you had never seen before right in front of your eyes. The stars glimmered together in the formation of a figure of a sphinx with two heads - a man's and a snake behind it. It sent shivers down your spine.

"Thank you for supporting me in this, my love." He hugged you so tightly and lovingly "Everyone else thought I was crazy!" You giggled "I knew you could do it. You're the best astrologer of our time." You pecked his lips with a smile, making him blush "Ah, you don't have to inflate my ego." He chuckled shyly and averted his gaze. "That's why I married you, Y/N. You believe in me."

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imagrindylow · 10 months

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Hi (Amit request here again hehe ) but if you’re comfortable with doing like short stuff or like headcanons could you do like the HLC reactions to you petting their hair like they’re just doing some thing or talking while sitting beside MC and theyre like zoned out a bit (MC is ) and decides to just start playing with their hair plz and thanks 😁

Hi again!! Thank you for this! I went with a little drabble of a fic for each of the guys, having each of them react to a different situation where they were frustrated and MC comforts them by petting their hair. This was fun! Hope you enjoy :)

Sebastian, Leander, Ominis, Garreth & Amit react to MC comforting them by stroking their hair.

Sebastian Sallow: The two of you were in the library where you’d spent many late evenings together, both of you reading through thick and dusty books, still in the endless search of anything that might lead to a cure for Anne. Your eyes were tired, your mind was tired, and if you felt like this, you couldn’t imagine how Sebastian must be feeling.

Closing the last book in the stack he’d combed through tonight, Sebastian let his head fall forward to the table in frustration, forehead pressed to the leather cover of the book. He thumped his head against the book a few times with a low growl of a sigh slipping through his lips in exasperation. No amount of time spent searching had brought you anywhere closer to an answer. You reached a hand out towards him, your fingers running over his hair slowly, again and again. He turned his head towards you, still resting it against the book, his other cheek laying against the cover. You remind him that he isn’t alone in this and that feeling is everything to him. He gives you a half smile and the most subtle nod, and he thanks you quietly. When he collects himself and sits back up, he leans in and kisses your cheek, making plans to meet back up tomorrow at the same time to keep on searching.

Leander Prewett: He was sitting outside in the clock tower courtyard after a rough round of crossed wands, in which he had gotten beaten quite badly – yet again – by Sebastian Sallow. You noticed him from across the way, looking worse for wear. You crossed the yard and sat beside him, offering to let him vent his frustrations on you, as he really looked like he needed someone to listen. He immediately took you up on your offer and started talking your ear off about the mistakes he thought he made in his spell combinations, and what he could have done differently that he didn’t see in the moment. He was clearly taking the loss hard. You got the feeling that he could use more than a listening ear, he was rather quite worked up, berating himself with self depreciating jokes that were getting progressively worse. You wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him in towards you, guiding his head to rest on your shoulder with your fingers in his hair. His immediate reaction was confusion and he stopped speaking when you continued gently running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. He took a deep breath before relaxing into your touch and resuming chatting with you, giving you a sweet smile and changing the topic to something sweeter. He was suddenly not feeling quite so down on his luck. He was truly appreciative of the gesture, and that you cared enough about him to want to calm him. Ominis Gaunt: You were awake in the common room reading late one night when Ominis emerged from the dorms and made his way silently through the room and sat on the sofa near the fireplace. You knew he had frequent nightmares, but hadn’t ever been awake yourself to see him still taken in the panic of whatever he had just been through in his sleep, until tonight

He didn’t know you were awake too, and you startled him further when you moved to sit beside him. You apologized, and he nodded, his body language stiff, and closed off. He didn’t say anything when you asked if he wanted to talk about it. Maybe the silence of your company was enough to help?

When you saw tear run down his cheek, your heart ached. This sweet boy did not deserve to feel like this, it was unfair. You wasted no time in trying to comfort him, brushing his tears away with your thumb before letting you hand slip back and into his hair and massaging his head softly. It only makes him tear up more, physical comfort like this was not something he was used to, but he loves it. He turns to you and wraps you in his arms, letting you carry on petting his hair. When he calms down and eventually heads back to sleep it’s you he’s dreaming of now. Garreth Weasley: The two of you were serving detention together. This evening’s task was writing lines. 12 inches of parchment, both sides, “I will respect the value of potions ingredients” to be written in fine, neat calligraphy. The two of you sat together at a desk in the detention chamber, supervised by Professor Sharp.

You each pulled your parchment, ink, and a quill from your respective satchels and got to work writing as quickly and neatly as you could. You finished just a few moments before Garreth, and watched him write the last line onto the page. The two of you got up together, to hand your lines in, Sharp looking over your parchment first, and giving you an approving nod. When he looked over Garreth’s parchment, he looked disgusted, the two of you watched in disbelief as the lines started to vanish from the parchment, slowly but surely. He had accidentally grabbed his bottle of Zonko’s Vanishing Ink from his bag rather than his standard ink. Sharp chose to be cruel, and insisted Garreth start the punishment over.

He sat back down, so furious with himself for his careless error. You sat back down beside him, which in and of itself shocked him, you were free to go about your evening! With a huff he slammed the correct ink bottle down on the table an muttered under his breath while starting his lines over, his hand shaking in anger. You stilled his hand with yours and brought your hand to his hair, combing the curls back and out of his face. You promised to wait for him, you’d gotten in trouble together after all. He leaned into your touch, suddenly this wasn’t the worst punishment. He finished writing quickly, hoping to spend more time with you and get your hands back into his hair. Amit Thakkar: He had spent the better part of his evening studying for an exam that he had the follow day after lunch. He carefully went over his text book chapter by chapter, reviewing all of the material that he knew would be on the test. He ended up falling asleep studying, his book in his lap and papers strewn on his bed, slumped back against his headboard.

When he woke up in the morning, he took a last scan over his notes and felt good about the exam this afternoon. As he got his books and parchments in order, he noticed an assignment due this morning that he had totally forgotten about in the midst of his exam prep. This was terrible! He had no time to complete it now, and receiving a failing grade on the assignment would surely bring down his grade overall in the class.

You knew something was wrong when he didn’t greet you first period when you sat beside him. When the professor came round to collect the assignments, you were shocked when Amit had nothing to turn in. His head was buried in his hands. You stroked his hair gently, whispering to him that he was more than just his grade in a class. He gave you a soft smile, but the disappointment was still clear on his face. Though he appreciated your efforts, and as much as he loved your affection, he was still going to beat himself up over this. He brushed your hand away gently, he wasn't going to let himself get further behind by letting you distract him.

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noahwritesthis · 1 year

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Hogwarts Legacy Boys react to you getting into a muggle fight

{The characters are 20 years old, MDI and FDI because these are for the gays, and nonbinary.}

Sebastian Sallow [Gryffindor]

"Who does this to you?" You hold the bridge of your nose as Sebastian brings you to the Hospital Wing.

"A boy was getting too cocky to Poppy Sweating, which I can't stand there and watch unfold." You said with a smile which Sebastian couldn't help but smile.

"This is why I love you, my lion."

Ominis Gaunt [Hufflepuff]

"Merlin's beard, you shouldn't do that." You giggled a bit as Ominis held your face while dabbing the wounds. Ominis can be a precious baby.

"But Ominis, one of the Ravenclaw students was getting under my skin when they said that I shouldn't be near you." Ominis stop when you put your hand on his. He can't lose you, you're his significant other

"You're too precious to me, I love you my rose."

Garreth Weasley [Ravenclaw]

"Can you two stop fighting ?!" Garreth looks up from his book of potions and sees you with a cut over your eyebrow. He rushes in to help you to patch up your eyebrow in one of the empty rooms.

"One of the Ravenclaw students told me that I'm dating a Weasley but I don't mind but they said that you have bad luck or something." Garreth halts his movement and gently holds your face, kissing your nose.

"You don't have but for now, you're getting patched up by your lovely boyfriend."

Amit Thakkar [Slytherin]

"You shouldn't be near the fight; you're getting yourself hurt," Amit said as he dragged you to the Hospital Wing. He needs to ask the nurse for help.

"Amit, wait. You don't know what Slytherin's students said about you; I can't watch as they talk badly about you. You know that I have to protect you from them." You stop, pull Amit, and hug him.

"Just be careful, okay?"

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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I now know my type

I now know my type pt. 2 - Ominis

Is MC the villain?

Don't drink that!

Special Mission

Stop Stealing, MC

Clueless Leander

That One Outfit...

Feldcroft's depressing

I Love to Read

MC, the Menace to Society

Proposing to Ominis

MC as a Therapist - Sebastian

Sebastian and Ominis Competing for Your Attention

Has MC Gone Too Far

Dragon Field Guide Page

Ominis' Brutal Opinion of Sebastian

Sebastian Working On His Feelings

Garreth and Sebastian Encouraging MC's Murder

Don't Disturb Ominis During Breakfast

Ominis Being Smitten with You, Probably

Ominis' Duel Style

Garreth & Sebastian: Cheese or Blowj0b?

Sebastian’s First Thought of MC

Ominis is a Sugar Daddy in Denial

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spaceyaceface · 10 months

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Hi how are you?

I don't know how this idea comes to mind but... What would boys be like with an MC who has a Plush ( A cuddly toy? I don't know how you say a " doudou" in English sorry 😅) because of stress ?

Hello love I am fantastic!!! I love this idea haha! I actually sleep with a plushy/stuffed animal every night because of my anxiety soooo I feel this lol

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He teases you, but doesn't push it too far---he just likes to see you blush. However, all teases stopped COMPLETELY once you talk to Anne and she tells you he still sleeps with his teddy bear that he got his first Christmas, and the two of you decide to have a truce because it gets unbearable on both sides.

OMINIS GAUNT: He thinks it's cute and doesn't have a problem with it. Ok correction he has a slight problem with it, and it's that he's jealous of a stuffed animal and that's a new low for him. But he gets over it soon enough, and whenever there's a sleepover in the Undercroft he's the first to make sure you brought your plushy with you because he knows how much easier it makes it to sleep.

GARRETH WEASLEY: This little dork goes out and buys himself a stuffed animal as soon as he hears you have one, insisting that yours needs a friends. He even demands they have "playdates," which is really just an excuse to come kiss you.

AMIT THAKKAR: Like Garreth, Amit thinks your plushy seems a bit lonely. So next time the two of you are in Hogsmeade, he buys you another one. And another. And honestly your bed is so full of stuffed animals at this point you can hardly sleep on it, but you can't help loving each and every one of them because of the boy who bought them for you.

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subastian-swallows · 11 months

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Hello! Would you happen to have any HC on when it’s the time of the month for MC?

Hello lovely Anon! I’m happy to give it a go! My first ask, I feel a little giddy! (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Sebastian: Sebastian would be a mess, perhaps, even more than you. He hadn't had the 'privilege' yet to support his sister with this yet, or even acknowledge how much it can actually affect you, your energy. He would find you leaning against the wall in the transfiguration courtyard, desperately trying to get fresh air, perhaps alone time and will complain you're being boring today. When you stare him down, he eventually clicks on that somethings wrong and he questions you. You're pretty embarrassed, rather that you just don't want to talk about something personal like that, but he gets it out of you, he always got things out of you. Sebastian isn't grossed out, no, he just feels a little powerless to help and that stresses him out and so he has an idea. Dragging you to the ROR, he asks you to think of something cosy, a warm fire, blankets etc and when you do, Sebastian sets you up a little cave, tucking you away next to the fire. He then nestles in beside you, his warm hand resting against your belly when you request it or simply just caressing your hair. He would constantly ask you if you are comfortable, what else he could do, if there is something more he can be doing etc. You're just happy to have him there and although it doesn't help the pain, it feels nice being near him.

Ominis: Ominis would wonder why you've been avoiding him. You had missed your daily study date in the library and now he was a little worried, because you never missed your study dates. When he eventually finds you, in the kitchens, he questions you a little confused, wondering why you couldn't wait for dinner. You don't mean to snap, perhaps, mainly due to feeling embarrassed, but when he simply moves towards you, all you can do is attempt to play it off. That's until one of the house-elves brings you chocolate, perhaps as a gift for being kind to them, that Ominis grew extremely curious and so you told him. Ominis had no clue. He had no idea what he could do to support you, though he wanted to try, Ominis always liked to try but you simply wave him away, saying nothing can be done and its fine. But he never did listen to you, or perhaps, he was just smarter than you gave him credit for and he just knew when to stay, even when you said leave. Eventually, Ominis just lets you eat as he tries to distract you. He can't take the pain away, that much is clear but he can hope to make you forget about it and so he asked if you would like to move somewhere more comfortable. Ominis takes you back to the common room, thankful for the emptiness and gently holds you close as you both rest on the sofa. He places a warmed cloth over your stomach, this much he learnt, quickly asking a few girls in secret and feigning ignorance, they told him that much. You end up falling asleep to Ominis continually warming the cloth, while he softly pats your hair and talks about nothing.

Garreth: Garreth is a lot more inventive in this situation. You find him in the Potions classroom and despite feeling a little upset that he disappeared after you told him you felt unwell, you can't help but feel curious to see what he was doing. Nothing could have prepared you for what it was though and as you slowly made your way to his side, you see books spread across the table, labelled: PERIOD DRAUGHTS You look at him a little embarrassed and when you see him concentrating, his tongue sticking out slightly from his focus, you can't help but sit down and watch him work. You see, Garreth was never good at using his words to help him out of situations, if he thought he had upset you, no, he preferred to use actions and so he worked tirelessly, until the potion was ready. To say you were a little nervous was an understatement, but so much love went into it and well, if it sent you to the infirmary, it would have been worth it. It tasted sweet and went down smoothly and soon the pain in your stomach eased. You kissed him a lot after that and he asked if he had made it up to you for leaving, but you just kept kissing him, making it a point that he was to make more of these in the future as he laughed against your lips.

Amit: Amit is more logical about this. He would politely excuse himself for a moment and desperately disappear to find something or anything to read about how to help you. He would want to do it right, no funny business and when he returns with everything the books told him to bring, you can't help but just look at him as you laughed. Amit then asks you to choose a spot, telling you its best to not move too much when you're in pain and that resting will help and so you end up choosing the vivarium. He then sets down everything, secretly checking his book, to make sure it's perfect, before he helps you to sit down. You can't help but feel like he's treating you as if you incredibly sick, but it is sweet and so you allow him to do his best. Amit then nestles you in blankets, heats warm clothes for your comfort, brings you treats (after shooing away your beasts) and sits down beside you. He doesn't know if him being there will help as the book states it is best to rest while you can, but you pull him closer and lean into his shoulder, telling him you want him to and so he does. You end up falling asleep against his shoulder as he reads to you, reads anything really, he just wants to keep talking, a distraction.

There you go! I hope it's alright! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

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juicegarrethfizzy · 1 year

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I'm going to make you all fall in love with this beautiful baby, Amitt Takkar. <3 <3 <3 I can't believe I improved my painting! <3 TuT) I changed my signature too.

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dittanyinbloom · 1 year

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By Design

A short fluff for Amit 💙 loosely based on Mastermind by Taylor Swift

MC plans a an outing that they secretly hoped to turn into a date. Once they are alone, Amit is not quite as shy as MC anticipated. The plans get slightly derailed.

gender neutral. no specific house. 1.2k words.

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“I’ve found another astronomy table!” You had popped up seemingly out of nowhere in the halls to inform Amit of your findings. He jumped back at your sudden appearance and took a second to register your words since you had cut the formal greetings out of excitement.

“That’s wonderful! Is it close by? I’d love to visit.”

“Ah, well, you see, I came across it while doing some work near the coast. The flight is a bit far, but if we left Friday after classes, we should make it by nightfall!”

Amit’s shoulders sank. “Oh. I don’t have a broom.”

For some reason, this information made your eyes brighten. You were quick to offer, “Ride on the back of mine!”

“I- that’s-,” clearly flustered with the idea, Amit stuttered over his words and nervously fiddled with the book tucked under his arm. “That’s very kind of you, but it’s a very long flight. I would not want to make you uncomfortable.”

“If you don’t mind it, I don’t either. It’s for the sake of discovery, right?”

“Right!”

“Meet me near Summoner’s Court after classes Friday, and we’ll head off,” you declared before Amit could find an excuse out of it. As you left, you called over your shoulder, “Wear something warm! Flying at night can be brutal!”

That’s how you ended up flying over the Scottish Highlands with Amit’s arms wrapped tightly around your stomach. The warmth of his body pressed against your back was entrancing in the brisk air of nightfall. His cheek was pressed against your shoulder nearly the moment you rose in the air.

“Sorry if I’m holding you too tight. Flying is not my forte,” he admitted.

You were lucky he couldn’t see your mischievous smile. Before inviting him, you had heard he wasn’t too keen on flying. That may or may not have been the exact reason you suggested taking a broom instead of the train. Thankfully, he hadn’t thought of the latter option himself. Or if he did, he didn’t suggest it.

“Hold on as tight as you need to. You’re warm. It feels lovely. I just might steal you for all my flights in the future.”

It was nearly dark by the time you landed at the astronomy table. Sat on top of a cliff that jutted out over the roaring waters below, it was the perfect place for what you had planned. The salty air felt refreshing as it breezes through your hair. Amit took a second to find his footing on the ground before setting up his telescope.

“This place is remarkable!” He complimented. His hair had blown every which way during the flight, and now strands were shaking out and falling in his eyes.

“Yes. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to bring you here.”

Things were all going accordingly. The flight was void of any Ashwinder intrusions, Amit was loving the scenery, and you landed with enough light still in the sky to set up the picnic you packed from the kitchens.

Amit helped you lay out one of the blankets and complimented you on how thoughtful this all was. Since the two of you left before dinner, you knew having a quick bite here might be your only option.

Or you could have landed at any small pub scattered about the Highlands, but where is the fun in that?

“This one is for us,” you told him as you unfolded the second blanket. “Can be a bit chilly up on these cliffs.

“It is,” Amit agreed before realizing what you intended to do with the blanket. His eyes went wide when you threw it over his shoulders as well as your own. Your hand reached across his chest to tug the far corner in closer around him. His cheeks felt very warm, and it was not from the blanket. “Oh.”

“Is this all right?”

“Of course.”

“It’s for the sake of discovery,” you joked.

The picnic basket was filled to the brim with options. The house-elves had been excited to help out when you told them what you were planning. You dragged it closer on the blanket until it hit your and Amit’s knees. “Dig in! We’ll need the energy for the flight back.”

But his eyes weren’t on the food. A piece of your hair had fallen over your face with all the shifting in the blanket. His hand timidly reached out tucking the hair back into place. Afterward, he froze as if he had realized what he had done.

You too felt frozen in place. The drumming of your heart sped up. The last thing you expected to happen was for your sweet friend Amit to be the one to make a move, which was why you planned this whole night so meticulously. You were working up to something like this, of course, but it wasn’t meant to happen until after you searched the stars. You were going to brush his hair out of the way and then lean in. That was meant to be your move.

“Sorry,” he whispered as he withdrew his hand, “You’re hair, it-“

“Amit?”

“Yes?”

“It’s true I thought of you when I found this place, and I wanted to show you the stars, but. . . That’s not the only reason I brought you here.”

“Do you need more help with the goblins?” He assumed.

“No, heavens no. Amit, I would never put you in harm's way ever again. You don’t deserve that. You deserve all this!” You gestured to the sea. “And so much more.”

Amit stared out at the waters for a moment before deciding, “I don’t need all of that. Your company is enough. Whether it is behind enemy lines or on seaside cliffs. It’s all I want.”

Again, his confessions floors you. This night you had planned to tell him how you felt, but here he was beating you to it.

“You’re all I want as well.”

Your words caused him to blush deeply. He looked as though he was having an internal battle of sorts which made you regret your admission. Had he not meant his words to be taken that way? Were you reading this all wrong?

“May I kiss you?” His whisper was so quiet over the rush of the sea that you thought for a moment you had misheard him or made it up entirely.

You must have used all your courage up earlier to flirt because now you felt tongue-tied and embarrassingly small. All you could manage out was, “Please.”

He leaned in as if on your command, gently pressing his lips over yours with an uncertain chaste. The moment you pushed back, he relaxed. His hand found its way to cradle your cheek, guiding you closer.

Your hand landed on his shoulder in an effort to balance yourself. Despite sitting on the ground, your world felt tilted. Everything around you seemed to swirl in a haze of butterflies and warmth which was odd since the blanket slumped from each of you during your movements. The wind of the cliffs should have been intense, but all you could sense was Amit’s fingers finding themselves lost in the hairline of your neck.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes scanned your face with shocked confusion as if he was trying to convince himself this was all real.

Sounding breathless from it all, you asked, “Did you want to look at the stars now?”

“In a moment. I’m not quite done looking at you.”

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lilacwisps · 1 year

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Can I have HL's crew's (the boys and the girls pls) reaction to f!MC telling them: "Please stop looking so damn kissable; we still need to get through the rest of this function" (the function being some formal event, like the Yule Ball or smth)

Sure, nonnie, why not 💜

These ones are for Ominis, Sebastian, Garreth, Amit, Poppy, and Natty, let me know if you wanted anyone else included. This assumes they are in an established relationship with MC.

Ominis:

He's a little surprised by MC being so forward, though not unpleasantly so. He'd lie if he said being desired by her doesn't make it feel as though fire runs through his veins.

He'll try to keep his composure as best as he can, of course.

"Have patience, dear, the evening will be ours soon enough."

If he's feeling mischievous, he might tease MC a little about her words - all to test her self-control.

Ominis tries not to dwell on just how delightful MC's words make him feel - and fools exactly no one as he can't stop smiling and holding MC close for the remainder of the evening.

Sebastian:

He'll be so smug about it - he loves to be the center of MC's attention, and if all she can think about is kissing him, then clearly, he's the only thing on her mind.

The admission is definitely an ego stroke for Sebastian.

If he's in the mood to tease, he'll respond, "I don't think I will - let's see just how long you can keep your hands to yourself."

The joke is on Sebastian, however, as patience has never been his strong suit, and now that MC mentioned kissing, that's all he can think about as well.

Will try to sneak a few small kisses while they are still at the event, but that won't make things better, only worse - now he wants to kiss her properly even more. And at that point, he'll be looking for any and all excuses to leave the event.

"If we sneak out now, I don't think anyone will notice. And I just so happen to know the perfect place where we can get some privacy."

Garreth:

A little flushed when he hears the confession - Garreth's super affectionate with MC, but he doesn't usually discuss it, at least not this openly.

He's tempted, very much so. Most definitely way more tempted than he should be, given that Professor Weasley is chaperoning the event. The frowned glare his aunt gives him makes it feel as though she can read his mind.

Still tempted but knows better at that point.

If MC tries to give him a small, chaste kiss, he will stop her.

"I don't think we should."

"Why not?"

"Because after one kiss, I'll inevitably want to kiss you again and again and again - and I've already promised to try and not to get us into trouble, at least today."

Looks like it's MC's turn to blush now.

Amit:

Instantly flushed and flustered and at a loss for words. He loves MC, of course, he does, and they have been together for a little while, but he's just not used to all this forwardness.

He just stares at MC for a moment, wide-eyed and in awe, as warmth rises in his cheeks. No one has ever said anything like this to him before.

"I...I'm sorry," is all he mumbles once he's able to speak.

Amit won't stop blushing for the remainder of the evening.

When MC insists that they should leave early, he readily agrees. He might be easily flustered, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to kiss her just as much.

Natty:

Natty is rather observant, so she suspects MC has something on her mind when she catches MC staring intently at her face. She doesn't quite expect the confession that comes next, however.

"Oh my."

Natty definitely feels her face warm up, but overall she keeps her composure pretty well.

She'd be lying if she said that MC's words don't make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside and don't send her heart beating just a tiny bit faster.

She leans in and presses a light kiss on MC's cheek before pulling away with a sweet, soft smile that promises more kisses to come once they are done with the event.

Poppy:

Poppy would blush at MC's words, but at the same time, somehow, be completely unaware of just how much she's blushing.

She definitely doesn't miss the opportunity to tell MC that if she'd agreed to skip the event and head to the Forbidden Forest as they originally planned, she'd be getting her wish then.

"You know, if we were out looking for the Phoenix, we could be doing just that right now."

Still thinks it's adorable that MC is so blunt about wanting to kiss her.

Poppy can hardly wait until the evening ends - but now the late-night excursion to the Forbidden Forest isn't the only thing she's looking forward to.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc #amit thakkar #amit thakkar x mc #natsai onai #natsai onai x mc #poppy sweeting #poppy sweeting x mc

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najiang · 7 months

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They ran into each other unexpectedly during their vacation.

#amit thakkar x mc #amit thakkar #hogwarts legacy fanart

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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Hello! I have come to your page, and I am in love with everything you wrote! Especially the fluff/Nsfw happy family ones! Can I request something similar like that but with Amit Thakkar! It's your choice on how many and the names of the children/child :)) I'm here to support and love your work!!! 💕✨

Aww thank you so much for the support!! 💜

I was a little nervous with this one, I don't feel I know Amit as well, but I will give it a go. I hope Team Amit enjoy 💙 🌟

Amit Thakkar x F!MC - NSFW 🔞 fluff, smut

The soft, gentle tones of Amit's voice drifted from the bedroom as he read a bedtime story to Rian. MC was in her own bed nursing baby Isha, her fingers gently stroking the soft black hair on her head. She gazed down at her daughter, the love in her heart so powerful for such a tiny bundle.

She thought of her life before Hogwarts, an orphan in a London workhouse, and how the small minds of the people there would have shunned her for having a mixed race child. How could anyone not love the faces of her children? She had been truly blessed.

As she burped baby Isha, and settled her down in the wicker basket crib, MC smiled fondly at her memories of her courtship. How Amit had swept her off her feet with his quiet charm and thoughtfulness. He had made it so easy for her to fall in love.

Entering the Wizarding World had been an exciting but terrifying time, MC had found herself having to dig very deep to summon the strength and bravery to face all of her trials. Her friends had tried to help her, but it was Amit who provided a guiding light through it all.

He was her very own star in the darkness.

With Isha settled, MC went to the kitchen to make some tea. She liked to have a nice cup before bed. As the water boiled and she made up the pot, she heard the creak of the stairs and Amit appeared. He saw the pot on the table.

"Oh, lovely. I could do with a cup," he said. He yawned and stretched. "Rian had so many questions for me tonight, and he tried to talk me into one more story. He has quite the inquisitive mind," he said proudly.

"I wonder where he gets that from," MC smirked.

Amit came to press a kiss to her cheek. "He has your thirst for rule breaking though, don't think I haven't noticed."

MC gave him her most innocent smile. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

He slid his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. "You have a wild streak within you my love, it was part of the attraction," he said. "You were so wild and carefree, like some fairy tale creature who came to save us, and then you stole my heart."

MC glowed under his words and fiddled with the front of his shirt. "If you are trying to seduce me, Amit, then it's working," she smirked.

"Really?" His eyebrows lifted and his hands dared slide a little lower, over her bottom and hips. He kissed her neck again.

MC smiled. "Hmm, keep talking."

"Talking? Surely, there are far more fun and intriguing things to do with my mouth than talk," he murmured. He gently sucked at her neck, moving his mouth downwards, still sucking.

MC gave a little gasp, her head tilting to allow him more access. His hand dragged up her nightdress and he smoothed his palm over the skin of her thigh and hip. Amit was a very considerate and gentle lover, it was not often he did anything to surprise her. But he seemed rather fiery this evening.

"Are you feeling naughty, my love?" She teased.

He moaned in agreement and slid his hand between her thighs. "You are so beautiful, skin so tempting," he groaned. He slid two fingers inside her and MC felt her desire begin to spiral into a lovely burn. "I love how your body welcomes me."

He shifted and grabbed her about the waist, lifting her to sit on the edge of the kitchen table, pushing up her nightdress to expose her to him. He licked his lips, his eyes glazed with desire. "Amit!" She gasped, surprised.

He sank to his knees, gripping her thighs and buried his face into her folds, his tongue swirling and teasing. MC gave a quiet cry of surprised delight, her hands gripping the edge of the table. What had come over her husband? He was not usually like this!

As his mouth worked, sending shivers of delight through her, she tried to recall a time when they had done anything like this anywhere other than a bed. Amit was quite proper, and could be shy, sweet, when it came to sex. But this? Wow. And MC was certainly not complaining.

Her fingers reached to comb through the silky softness of his hair, her breaths coming quicker as she climbed to a release. As she shuddered around him, panting softly, she expected him to take her up the stairs. But he did not.

MC watched, amazed as he undid his trousers just enough to release the swollen shaft of his arousal. He lined up to enter her, right there at the edge of the table and she moaned as he filled her.

She let her head fall back, ready and willing for the familiar feel of him, but then had to grab the edge of the table as he began to thrust, hard. Her mouth fell open and she stared at him, at the intense look of lust on his face, the way his lips parted as he panted.

"Amit," she breathed. "My goodness!"

"Gods, my love," he groaned. He picked up the pace, his hands gripping and pulling her closer as he thrust again and again.

She was teetering on the edge of the table, the tea cups rattling in their saucers. She was breathless, aroused beyond belief at her husband's lust. Her gaze flicked towards the stairs in fear of waking little Rian, her ears attuned to the sounds of little feet. But they were not disturbed.

Amit climaxed, burying himself deeply inside of her with a groan. He wiped a hand over his face, beads of sweat had formed at his temples from his rigorous pace. "Forgive me, my love," he panted. "I was quite overcome with desire for you. I could not wait until you were abed."

MC pulled him close to press a soft kiss to his lips. She smiled, brushing her nose against his. "It seems I am not the only one with a mind for mischief," she whispered. "I quite like your naughty side."

He blushed a little. "You do? I was afraid you would think I was behaving like a rogue," he said.

"Oh, believe me, it was very roguish," she grinned. She kissed him again. "Maybe next time we can try it out with a different piece of furniture. What say you to that, my lovable rogue?"

His cheeks were blushing, but his smile was quite curious. "I say that might be a fine idea. But, may I have my cup of tea first?"

MC chuckled and held him close. "Of course."

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #amit thakkar #amit thakkar x mc #amit thakkar smut #blueraineshadows

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ellivenollivander · 10 months

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Valentine's Day

@halfwisteria suggested a Pre-Valentines Day scenario for Amit, a few weeks ago and I finally got inspired to write something for it! Rating: 18+ for insinuations Summary: MC loathes Valentine's Day because she's lonely and desperately in love with her best friend. For two Ravenclaws they sure are dumb. Pairing: Amit Thakkar x F!MC Word Count: 4,329 (LOL) A/N: Aged up characters (seventh year at Hogwarts), broody MC, Sebastian Sallow cameo!

MC had half a mind to simply lock herself in her dorm room, bed curtains tightly closed for all hours of the day until the fifteenth of February.

Perhaps she could convince her professors she had come down with a terrible case of spattergroit and simply did not wish to be seen by anyone. It seemed like a reasonable enough excuse, though the more she thought about it on her walk to History Of Magic, she realized they would probably have her whisked away to the hospital wing where Madam Blainey would see by her clear complexion and ability to speak that she definitively did not have spattergroit.

She grunted against the door of the classroom, rolling her eyes at Adelaide and Evangeline who were giggling around a bit of parchment when she entered, scowling at the little hearts they were taking turns drawing along the edges.

It wasn’t that she hated romance or love in general, but the sudden public displays of it this time of year were starting to grate on her already frayed nerves under the stress of her NEWTS. It had absolutely nothing to do with the longing she held for her best friend, who was sitting in his usual spot in the classroom. His schoolbag tucked into the chair at his side, for her, his body curled over a book laid on the table.

MC gave Amit a halfhearted grunt as a greeting as she slumped into her chair, resting her head on the table. Half hoping that if she licked the dirty surface beneath her face she really could contract spattergroit. Surely it would be better than having to suffer hormonal teenagers groping one another in the corridors of a school.

Amit’s laugh as he shoved her shoulder with his own had her turning her head to look up at him. Her heart performing an involuntary somersault at the amusement in his kind eyes.

He pressed a finger against her forehead, pushing her gently, eyebrow quirked.

“You alright, MC? You seem… upset. Not that it’s a bad thing or that I’m upset by you being upset. It’s okay to be upset. But you can talk to me if you are.”

MC laughed softly, with her cheek still resting on the table, letting Amit run out of breath.

“I just hate Valentine’s Day. Makes me want to toss myself off the Astronomy tower. I swear if I see one more pink heart or one more couple practically fornicating in the corridors I’m going to do so.”

Amit stifled a laugh of his own, rolling his eyes at his best friend's favorite threat against her own life at every minor inconvenience that befalls her.

“Well then, you might want to keep your head down because Andrew Larson and Lenora Everleigh are…” His face fills with a blush and contorts into something crossed between curiosity and disgust, his gaze somewhere behind her head. “… probably better off skipping class altogether and finding a broom cupboard.”

MC whips her head around, curiosity getting the better of her. She indeed witnesses Andrew pressing Lenora against the wall of the classroom, shoving his tongue down her throat.

She turns back to Amit, her eyes rolling so far into her skull she thinks she may sprain something.

Amit just laughs at her, his face now back to normal with his eyes back on his desk.

“I told you not to look, to be fair.”

“But you knew I would!”

“Astronomy towers that way.” His finger pointing absentmindedly in a random direction, a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. When she made a move to stand, he pulled her back down by the sleeve of her robe.

“Stop that, it’s not that bad, really. They’re just in…love.” His eyes were soft, almost pleading when he met her gaze. “You should let them enjoy it.”

“They’re not in love, Amit. They’re hormonal and I’m not stopping them from their attempts to contract every venereal disease possible, I’m simply stopping myself from having to witness it.” She knew she sounded bitter, lonely even. Though she couldn’t help it much, and she was saved from Amit’s further lecture by Professor Binns’ own.

Despite every other student getting to catch up on their sleep during this particular class, She was forced to stay awake alongside Amit. If she dared even blink for too long, he would pinch her beneath the table. He couldn’t force her to pay attention to the droning of their paranormal professor, however, so she entertained herself with thoughts of how best to avoid actually existing in the school for at least the next several days.

She was working her way through a delicious scenario involving being dragged to the bottom of the Black Lake by a pack of vicious grindylows when a piece of parchment smacked her square in the forehead. She scowled at Amit, assuming it was his feeble attempt to pull her back to the dissolution of the wizards council, but he was staring straight ahead, taking his usual notes.

She frowned and picked up the parchment, but before she could unfold it, her attention was drawn to the table ahead of her, where she was being psst at.

Adelaide Oakes was staring at her with a wide eyed look and a red face as she frantically pointed at Amit, while Evangeline giggled beside her. MC bristled, mind going back to the parchment the two Hufflepuffs had been fawning over when she had entered the classroom.

She contemplated walking up and shoving it down her peppy little throat. Instead, she slid it over to Amit and tapped his arm to point it out. Feeling a bit satisfied when he glowered at it before shoving it into the pocket of his robes. Losing a bit of that satisfaction when he hissed at her for writing him notes during class, when she should be paying attention.

MC had to take a deep breath to avoid setting fire to the classroom.

“It wasn’t me, Amit. I-” She was about to tell him that if she had a mind to declare her love for him she’d do it in person, not in a damned note like a lovesick third year. Then she realized she did love him and had no mind to do any such thing. The fear of losing his friendship, greater than the desires of her heart. “Well, aren’t you going to read it? Then you’ll know it wasn’t me.”

Amit waved her off, and she let him. If only because she recognized the growing look of irritation on his face at missing the lecture. MC really did try not to take pleasure in the way Adelaide’s face fell when she watched the receiver of her wretched little note shove it into his pocket with a scowl, but she was only human and she bit back her smile as she returned to daydreams of a different kind. Ones much less morbid, and a bit more on theme for the tone of the castle these days.

When class was dismissed, Amit had to rouse her from her fantasies with a pinch to her arm and a chastising look. She followed him out the doors with a grumble, nearly having forgotten the note until Amit pulled her into a corner, his hand fishing into his robe pocket and pelting her with questions.

MC stomach twisted with anxious nausea as he retrieved the parchment, after she explained what she had seen, his hands shaking and face flushed.

She recoiled when he thrust it at her.

“What?! No! It’s for you!”

“I can’t do it, MC. Please.”

She softened, just for him and the desperation in his eyes, and took the note between her thumb and forefinger. He pulled it back before she could take it from his hand.

“No! You're right, I should read it. I should do it, she wrote it to me.” His shaking hands held the parchment, while his thumbs ran anxious circles over it. “Who wrote it? Adelaide or Evangeline?”

“Do you have a preference?” MC’s tone was laced with more venom than she had intended, and she winced at herself. The fall from the Astronomy Tower was sounding more and more ideal, as she watched the man she loved look so giddy at the prospect of two girls suddenly showing interest in him. As if the girl standing in front of him hadn’t been devoted to him since their very first astronomy class, back in fifth year.

She took a deep breath, attempting to fight back the angry green monster rearing its ugly head. She could reconcile her annoyance with either Adelaide or Evangeline, but the guilt of snapping at her favorite person in the world had her taking another deep, steadying breath.

“I just mean, I wasn’t aware you were interested in either of them. You’ve never… told me.” It felt like it was taking everything inside of her to act natural, to not betray the lump in her throat or the queasiness of her stomach.

“Adelaide’s nice! She’s really nice, did you know her Uncle works with goblins? He’s a metal trader! Oh and Evangeline loves history, she and I bump into each other a lot in the library. We share book recommendations with each other. Do you… do you know anything else about her? I know she helped you restore the bells for the school.”

MC had to bite back her retort of how Evangeline did not help with anything. How she had sent her up with nothing but the knowledge that bells had to be restored. It had taken her 45 minutes to get the bells to do what she wanted, in the furnace that was the music room.

Instead, she took another deep breath.

“Why don’t you just read the note, Amit. Then you can decide who your future wife is.”

This time, she managed to keep the bile down where it belonged, and her voice teasing in lieu of malicious.

“It’s just a note, MC it could be… it could just be her asking for my help with Astronomy or… or maybe she wants to borrow my notes…” He has finally begun to unfold the note, and MC let’s herself believe Amit’s innocent attempts to guard himself against the hope of someone crushing on him. MC knows better, she saw the blushing girls’ faces and heard their giggles. But the flicker of hope was enough to keep her from lighting the parchment aflame with her gaze alone.

The thirty seconds it takes Amit to open the note, and read its contents feels like hours. His face blushes a deep red, and he’s got a smile on his lips that MC has only seen in rare circumstances of extreme happiness. She wants to use her own skull as a battering ram against the stone wall.

“Well?” Her patience was running thin, and her skin was prickling with anxiety and pathetic pining.

“Adelaide! It … it was Adelaide! She… she wants to know if I’ll be her Valentine. I.. I think that would be nice.. having somewhere to go with someone … she’s nice and.. and she’s cute don’t you think? MC?” Amit was staring at her, expecting input from his best friend, who at the moment was currently fighting tears or vomit, she was still trying to decide when he said her name again.

She shook herself out, taking yet another deep shaky breath.

“If that’s what you want, Amit.”

She meets his gaze, and he seems to falter. His mouth opening and closing in silence before he drops her gaze, looking back at the note still laying in his hand.

“Yeah… I think it is. I think it will be nice. And fun! It’s just one day right? It doesn’t hurt to explore it! I’m going… I’m going to go find her and .. and set something up.”

He slides the note into his pocket, and walks away, feet moving quickly to try and catch up to the two girls who had left the hall arm in arm. Leaving MC standing alone, still feeling a bit sick.

She nurses her broken heart alongside Sebastian, who had taken minimal convincing to skip Potions class to sling curses in the Undercroft.

It doesn’t take him long to pick up on her agitation, when he has to repair the dummy they nicked off of Lucan, after she had casted a particularly powerful bombarda.

When the dummy is as good as new, he turns to meet her unapologetic gaze.

“Alright, what’s got you so pissed off?” He stands between her and the dummy, arms crossed in front of his chest. She’s equally irritated and grateful for how well he knows her.

MC feels herself deflate, feeling safe enough to be vulnerable with the man she sees as a brother, here in their little sanctuary.

“Can’t I just be pissed off for no good reason?” His amused smirk at her response eases her nerves even further. That, coupled with the exhaustion from their spell practice has her dragging her feet to a crate and slumping on to it. “… I just hate Valentine’s Day. I hate seeing all of these vile couples and their disgusting love and their awful public displays of affection. It’s as if someone has gassed the castle with amortentia.”

Sebastian joins her, his knee knocking against hers playfully as he sits beside her.

“Are you jaded, MC? You’re sounding quite jaded.”

When she shoots him a glare, he doesn’t miss a beat. “Lonely, then?”

When she visibly tenses, he lets out a small laugh, his face still kind and concerned despite the humor he finds in seeing his friend in such a state. MC considers switching targets for her spell practice.

“MC, I could point my finger at any man in this castle and they’d fall head over heels at the chance to take you out.”

She scrunches her nose at the notion, rolling her eyes as she stares at the stone floor of the Undercroft.

“Well, I don’t want just any man. I’m not just going to throw myself at anything with a pulse.” She meets his gaze, and continues on. “I may have my eye on a specific man…” She trails off, balking slightly in the face of her confession. When Sebastian’s eyes widen, and he runs his hand over the back of his neck, uncomfortably she stares at him in confusion.

“MC… I’m flattered, really. But… I see you as more of a sister… and I’m with Poppy.”

MC sputters, fighting back the urge to vomit on the floor at the thought.

“Gods, no, not you!” She throws in a gag and a look of disgust for good measure, clearly his ego could use the blow. “You're like a brother to me.”

The awkward tension immediately dissolves with their shared laughter and MC feels herself feeling lighter, braver.

“It’s…Merlin, I’ve never admitted it out loud before.” She takes another deep breath, and stares at the floor. Her head filling with her dark haired Ravenclaw, his kind eyes. His passion for knowledge. His ability to love unconditionally anyone or anything he deems worthy.

“ItsAmit.” She admits it quickly, like pulling a sliver. Her eyes unwavering in their gaze on the floor. She can feel her cheeks heat in a blush, she doesn’t have to look in a mirror to know that her face is crimson red.

“Oh. That makes sense… So tell him, ask him out for Valentine's Day.” Sebastian’s knee knocking against hers was meant to be comforting, yet she still wrinkled her nose at the suggestion.

“First of all, ew. Second of all, I can’t… he’s going out with Adelaide Oakes.” MC cannot hold back the venom in her tone at the name of the girl she’s seething with jealousy towards.

When Sebastian is silent, she glares at him. He looks deep in thought, staring at the floor. She punches his shoulder, perhaps a bit harder than necessary to draw his attention back to her and her self pity.

His face immediately splits into a cheeky grin, mischief flashing in his eyes as he turns back towards her.

“Sorry, was just thinking about them as a couple. It’s cute. They have my blessing.”

MC punches him again, this time definitely harder than necessary. He clutches the injured spot on his arm with a loud laugh.

“Right. Sorry. I’m meant to be comforting aren’t I?”

When MC continues staring at him in disbelief he laughs again, punching her shoulder back. As gently as he can.

“I think you should tell him. What, Are you scared?”

They both know that he’s teasing her, but when she grimaces at the question, he lets out a soft oh. Then collects himself, rubbing her shoulder in an awkward attempt at comforting her. He’s grateful when she shrugs him off. They’re close, like family, but physical affection between the two friends was rare at best.

“Not scared of telling him, not really anyway… but scared of losing what we have. He’s my best friend, Sebastian. I don’t know if I could live with myself if we lost that. Our connection, our comfort with one another.” She sounds exasperated, like she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. She ignores Sebastian feigning hurt at the enunciation she had made at the words best friends, his hand held over his heart. “I just feel as though it’s not worth the risk. I’ll just have to find a way to live with feeling this way about him.”

Sebastian heaves a sigh, his hands running through his hair, evidence of his concentration.

“You’re sure it’s not just a fleeting feeling? The season clouding your judgement?” His hands waving softly in the air. “Hormones?”

MC heaves a sigh of her own, and when she meets Sebastian’s gaze once again, her eyes are wet with tears of longing.

“No, Sebastian. I wish it was fleeting. I feel like I’m walking around with my heart in a vice. I love him. I’m in love with him, and I think I have been since I met him.” She hates the way she sounds, desperately pining after her best friend. The regret of not acting on her love for him months ago, making her chest constrict, bringing bile into her throat. She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her uniform, tears now falling freely at sitting in her regret, her desire.

Gratitude finding its way into the compounding emotions she was being overtaken by, when Sebastian turns away. Pretending to be interested in the tower of discarded furniture in the corner. She’s thankful for his small act of mercy.

“Do you want advice? Or do you just want to wallow?” His voice is soft, through the chastising tone. They both know this isn’t her, always having been the girl to face every challenge, every obstacle, with her head held high.

She manages a small laugh, wiping away the last of her traitorous tears.

“We both know you’re going to say what you want to say anyway.”

He makes a sound of agreement, deep in his throat before he turns to her. His hands rolling his wand between them.

“I know you, and I know Amit, thanks to you. I think you should tell him. Even if” He holds his hand in her face when she opens her mouth to object. “Even if the feelings aren’t reciprocated. The two of you would get through it. Don’t think either one of you would much like to be without the other, in any capacity.”

~*~

Back up in the Ravenclaw common room, Sebastian’s words are still ringing in her head as MC stares at the ceiling from the couch she had claimed for the past few hours. Quite literally lying in wait for Amit to come back from the library.

Every sound near the door had her ears perked up, eyes moving towards it like a dog waiting for the return of its owner. She felt downright silly, but her mind could be occupied by nothing else but the proclamation of love she was about to bestow on her best friend.

Sebastian had promised her a raid of the kitchens for cauldron cakes and ice cream if it went downhill. She was clinging to that promise like an anchor in the sea of anxiety she now found herself in.

Just as she was about to round on some poor second year to beg him to double check that Amit wasn’t actually in his dorm. He walked through the door, arms laden with books and a look of contentment on his face.

She lurched from the couch immediately, putting herself between him and the dormitory stairs.

“Can we talk?”

~*~

Minutes later they stood in the cold night, wrapped in a warming charm above the Ravenclaw Common Room.

MC was pacing, her eyes on the toes of her boots, while Amit's eyes followed her, anxiety written into his features at the behavior of his best friend.

Her stomach was tied up in knots, and she had to continually take deep steadying breaths to stop from hurling herself over the railing and falling to her demise.

Sebastian’s words are still ringing in her head.

The two of you will get through it.

Neither one of you would much like to be without the other.

They spurred her on. She turned on her heel one last time, before facing Amit.

He stood up straight under her gaze.

“MC wha-”

She cut him off with a shake of her head and another deep breath.

“No, I’m sorry. I just need to get this out before I lose my courage. Please.” She wondered for a moment which she’d prefer. Facing Ranrok beneath the castle again, or facing a potential rejection from her best friend when she confesses her love for him, above it.

Amit nodded slowly, his voice caught in his throat, unsure of how to comfort the girl in front of him when he wasn’t being allowed to speak. He opted for a comforting hand on her shoulder, to which filled her face with a blush and she resisted the urge to lean into it.

She held her hands up in front of her body, nearly touching Amit’s chest.

“Okay. I’m not really one for dramatic speeches or reciting love poems or even drawing pathetic little hearts on bits of parchment and tossing them onto your coursework. But I need to get it off of my chest, and I know this is the worst possible fucking time, and could potentially ruin our entire friendship and sully every memory we’ve ever made together…” She takes another deep breath, her eyes shut tight to avoid watching Amit’s reaction to her rambling confession. “... What I'm trying to say, in a very long winded way is that… I’m in love with you. Have been in love with you, and I’m sorry.”

When it feels like far too many minutes have passed and Amit still hasn’t said a word, she risks opening her eyes. Finding him staring into hers, eyes wet with tears and face bathed in the soft light of the moon.

“Do…Do you mean it?” His voice is soft, she wouldn’t have heard him if it wasn’t for the silent night around them.

She’s taken aback by the question and she takes yet another risk, taking his hands in hers.

“Of course I mean it, I wouldn’t lie or joke about something like this, Amit.”

He sniffs, pulling his hands back to wipe his eyes before running them down his face. His voice jumbled when he speaks from behind them.

“I love you too.”

She’s sure she’s hallucinating, grabbing his hands again to make him look at her.

“Say… Say it again.”

He gives her another soft smile, scoffing just a bit before he squeezes the hands that are still entwined with hers.

“I love you too.”

Despite the euphoria slowly growing inside of her, she can’t help her mischievous smirk. Slowly starting to feel like herself again, feeling comfortable and safe with him again.

“Do you mean it?”

He laughs softly, rolling his eyes.

Then he kisses her.

His hands drop hers, and he cups her face, cold fingers sliding themselves into her hair as he presses his lips against hers. She makes a soft sound of surprise, before she melts into it. Her own hands clutching his robes as he leans into her, making her dizzy.

When they pull apart, they’re both a bit dazed, smiles on both their faces, excitement buzzing between them.

MC breaks the comfortable silence first, fingers still curled into the fabric of his robes as she stares into his eyes.

“So what now?”

~*~

Amit had tracked down Adelaide first thing the next morning, full of apologies and explanations. I’m in love with someone else. She had taken it gracefully, making MC feel nauseatingly guilty at the animosity she had held for the girl only days before, and it hadn’t taken long for her and the rest of the castle to pick up on the differences in the way the two Ravenclaws now carried themselves through the halls. Fingers laced together, blushing faces and disappearances into the restricted section when they were meant to be studying in the library.

February 14th finally arrives.

It’s just after midnight when MC manages to catch a glimpse of the clock on Amit’s end table, through the crack in the bed curtains that were pulled tightly shut.

She’s curled against Amit's body, in his bed, in his dorm. Her clothes lost somewhere in the blankets, having been long forgotten when her boyfriend had slid them from her body in the heat of the night, and the soft sounds of Amit’s heartbeat where she lay against his chest, were like a lullaby pulling her with him to sleep.

It was in this moment that MC decides she really doesn’t mind Valentine’s Day.

#amit thakkar #amit thakkar x mc #amit thakker fic #sweet angel baby boy and broody mc was v fun to write #seb fans dont say i never do anything for you

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