#first work back

OMINIS GAUNT

Your love story with Ominis had been simple

It was direct and to the point

There was no dilly-dallying

You had already acknowledged your interest in his way before you had the chance to interact with him

When your options were only to gaze at him from afar and take little guesses on how you think his personality would be

It's safe to say that you weren't far off from your assumptions

It began with small interactions, saying hi to him in the hallways, opening the door for him, borrowing a quill from him when you "forgot" one.

Until eventually, all your hi's turned into hugs for greetings, opening the door for him to go to class hand in hand, borrowing quills to borrowing his robes when you "forgot" yours

It didn't take long for the two of you to establish your place in the romantic aspect of your relationship

Ever since you stepped foot in Hogwarts, discovered yourself, fought wizards and the dark arts, and just experienced a brand new journey, he was there to witness it all

He was a definition of consistency.

The one true constant in your life that begins at your first step as a wizard to the end of your journey as a student and into the future

And with your special day coming up, who else other than him would allow you to reminisce the fond memories of both the past, present, and the probability of it in the future

It's safe to say that Ominis had always been destined to be your definition of long-lasting.

"Happiest birthday to my muse," His voice resonates throughout the room as he takes careful steps towards you. In his hand is a small cake, candles stacked neatly on top of it—so orderly positioned and intricate that it prompts giggles out of you as he takes another step. He hears your laughter and only smiles. "My Pandora, the love of my life, my light."

You smile, clasping your hands together to your chest as you train your eyes on him. The low light of your small home contributes to the homey ambiance as the light from the flame of the candles illuminates the features of the face you've come to love over the years.

"I trust that the introduction was a bit much," You let out a giggle at his jesting to which he nods, admittedly. "I-I wasn't sure if this would be enough but then I remembered, you had always loved that little fox origamis I made for you back then so, I just went with what I have."

His hands shake as he grips the sides of the plate tighter. You lick you lips, eager to listen to the rest of his words.

"To think that borrowing quills from me would lead to finding you, that's probably something that I'd reminisce for a lifetime," Ominis smiles. "We've been with each other through every ups and downs—highs and lows. I couldn't ask for anyone better to share my journey with."

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting your emotions get ahead of you. You had always been a little weak with Ominis. A detail he often held above your head like a prized niffler. Other than the jesting and bribery, for you, it acted more as evidence. A proof of your ever-growing love for him.

You glance down at the fox-shaped cake, designed to imitate that of a fox but it just looks like a mess of colors and lines that 'tried' to imitate one. The thought of Ominis baking around and messing in the kitchen puts a smile on your face.

"I know you're looking at my cake, stop judging it," He jokingly comments causing you to break the silence.

"It's- it looks—"

"Like a giant purple toad shat on it? Yes." Ominis tilts his head with a 'duh' look on his face.

"I was going to say modernistic," You retorted, eyebrows raised to defy him.

"Impressionism had never looked better," He deadpanned. You laugh at his humor. You take a step forward, encasing his hands that grasp the plate. Your eyes finds itself studying the little details and imperfections on his face—the moles that shape the universe of his skin. He looks gorgeous.

"Happy Birthday, love. Make a wish," He whispers, the light of the candle illuminating both of your features—casting an alluring glow that further emphasizes the beauty of your love. You pursed your lips, closing your eyes before blowing.

The light casts off at the gust of wind as Ominis smiles and says well done. He places the plate down on the flat surface of the table before turning back to you.

Finally free, he intertwines your bodies with arms encasing your waist. You envelope your arms around his neck in response.

There's a comfortable silence before he utters the next words, "What'd you wish for?"

You shrug with a smile. "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Mhm," You hum, placing a chaste kiss on his confused lips.

"Why?" He asks. There's a pause as you laugh at his inquiries of curiosity.

"Cause I've already got everything that I've wanted." You smile, eyes dreamily staring as you push a stray hair behind his ear. "You."

SEBASTIAN SALLOW

Unlike Ominis, loving Sebastian had been a long journey

It was more of an inactive volcano

It had always been there—that probability. That capability of loving him but it was a matter of when those feelings would burst at a realization

It was a question of 'since when did I see him like this?"

Sebastian had been one of your many first friends.

He was naturally a people magnet, always captured new blood whenever they entered within his vicinity

He was loved and admired by everyone and you couldn't blame yourself for also falling for his silly little tricks

It also wasn't hard falling into tune with him

Somehow, with Sebastian, falling in love with him didn't seem hard

It was because of this that realization came much to a later date

You had always viewed your relationship as something closer than a friendship and one that really showed a bond of trust and loyalty

It had always been there and you had just taken a while to realize

Loving him was easy.

He showed you the world with an arm outstretched and you placed your hand willingly and followed him in

Loving him felt complete

And on your special day, who else can make you whole with just a smile but him?

You didn't know when it happened.

It was all just a blur. A series of memories all clumped up in the space reserved just for him. You remember bits and pieces but you can't seem to put a finger when you saw him like this.

Everything seemed to not be on par with time. Looking at him felt like the world had been a second later—slow-moving hands, traveling lights, and blurred faces. All you could see was him.

You watched as the party went on, laughter resounding throughout the room, joy evident on their face and the festivity of your birth hanged high into the sky. Yet despite all of these reminders of celebration, all you could feel was him.

He eyes you at the other side of the room, a cup of wine in hand. He looks at you with fondness and a desire deeper than what meets the eye. Your breath hitches at his unwavering stare.

Suddenly it feels like it's only the two of you in the room. Wanting, needing, loving.

It's him who breaks as he places down his drink before marching towards you. You pay no mind to teasing looks from your friends as he excuses you both from their presence with a charming smile and pull of your hand.

Your eyes train on his broad back, maneuvering you through the crowd, responding to curt greetings with a simple nod. They knew better than to interrupt Sebastian's quest with you.

You then find yourself in the comforts of your room, door closed as he positions you a few meters from the bed. He closes the door with a slight push, taking a moment of reprieve before turning towards you.

"Hi," he mutters as if you hadn't been staring each other down a few moments ago. You ride along.

"Hi.'

He chuckles softly as he takes a few steps toward you. You veer your head up to accomodate to his height.

"You look pretty, doll." He mumbles, tucking a hair behind your ear. You smile at his compliment.

"Thank you, love."

"I know you know this but uh," He pauses, taking your hands in his. "I love you."

The three words cast a flutter in your heart. You purse your lips, eyes peering up at him. He smiles down with that charming grin of his. He quickly places a kiss on your forehead.

"I just wanted to say it to you," He adds. "You had been with me in the most crucial moments of my life. You bled, wept, and sacrificed with me. Seeing you across that room had only further proved that I'll always want you—need you in my life. Loving you felt right."

He pulls out a box from the pockets of his slacks, opening it delicately. A necklace sits pretty inside it. The gem gleams at you as you gaze at it with surprise. You eye the intricate design of the pendant, carefully and exquisitely encasing the gem within it's design.

"Sebastian—"

"Happy birthday, baby," He cuts you off as you begin to tear up. You lick your lips as he pulls the necklace from its casing. You turn around, casting your hair aside as he puts it on swiftly. He then turns you towards the mirror.

"Dear heavens," He sighs as he gazes deeply into your eyes at the reflection. "You are an envy to one's vanity."

You giggle at his flattery. You quickly turn around to press a loving kiss to his lips. He pulls you close by your waist, encasing you close to his body.

"My everything," He whispers, a fond smile gracing his lips. "I am but a devotee to your love."

"And I, you."

AMIT THAKKAR

Dating Amit was destined

Like the stars that encompass the sky, one was always destined to burn brighter than others

He had been that star

There were a few things that convinced your peers of your fated match

You were into Divination, he was into Astrology

He liked tea and you liked sweets

He loved the galaxy and you liked possibilities which both are endless

You liked exploring and he had a knack for curiosity

The two of you are in harmony to the point that you couldn't imagine spending time without him

Loving him was fated

You somehow knew at the back of your mind that meeting this curious and wandering mind of a Ravenclaw at the Astronomy tower was fated.

You believed in anything and he believed in everything

A perfect match to your soul

And on your special day, who else could make you feel like the universe could just be at the palm of your hands but him?

"There you go!" Amit chuckles as he finally adjusts the party hat on your head.

"Do I really have to wear this?" You cast an incredulous look at him as he peers at you with squinted eyes.

"Yes, it adds to the festive nature," He smiles as he pinches your cheek. "Muggles love to wear that. Don't you look pretty?"

"Haha."

Amit chuckles at your response. You both are currently seated outside of your home, spread out on a picnic blanket—looking out on the stars. A telescope is placed on the side with assortment of food laid out on the fabric.

You grab a grape from its container before popping it in your mouth. "This better be good."

"It is!" Amit retorts as he settles down beside you, shoulder bumping against yours. "Just wait."

"Mhm," You mumble, chewing as you look up at the night sky. There's a pause before you continue. "Wait for what?"

Amit rolls his eyes. "It won't be a surprise if I say it, no?"

"Right, sorry Mr. Thakkar."

"Don't call me that," He furrows his eyebrows as you laugh. "It makes me sound old."

"You are old." You chuckle. He pouts at your response. As an apology, you lean close and peck his lips. "I still love you anyway."

Silence falls between the two of you once again as you gaze out at the clear night sky. The stars twinkle with each passing minute, allowing you to marvel at the beauty of it all.

"Ursa Major," Amit points out with his hand to the sky. You easily follow his gaze, seeing the famous constellation with each dart of your eyes as you trace over the connections.

"Pretty."

"You're prettier," He comes back with a cheesy line. You raise your eyebrow at him which prompts a blush on his cheeks.

"Really?"

"I thought I'd sound cool..."

You giggle at his defeated tone, placing a kiss on his cheek. Amit checks his pocket watch before grasping your shoulder as he pointed once again at the night sky.

"Look," he says. You watch with bated breath, curious at whatever Amit prepared to show you. You gasp as you finally see it. A flash of light smudging against the night sky. A meteor.

"Oh my," You revel in its beauty as it travels across the sky. Amit smiles at you before tapping your shoulder once more.

"Wish before it's gone, beloved." He nods at you before you both close your eyes to wish. There's a moment of silence before you both open your eyes once more.

"That was amazing!" You cheer as you grasp at his hand. There's a fond smile on his face. You cast a gracious look at him. "Thank you for showing me this."

"I wanted to see it with you," He responds. He delicately encases his hands over yours. "There's a saying back in my hometown that wishing upon a shooting star brings forth luck and good fortune."

You wait for him to continue as he pauses.

"There's also a saying that wishing upon a shooting star with someone is an act of ensuring longevity in the relationship," Amit adds, voice shaky as he rubs his thumb against the knuckles of your hand. "I continue to wish a life with you, Y/N. Fate allowed me to meet you and here I am now, the happiest man on Earth."

You stifle a sob, hiding it behind a laugh. He smiles at your teary face as he prevents himself from bursting into tears. He pulls your hand up to kiss the back of it before smiling.

"Happy Birthday, mera pyaar," (my love) Amit casts you a fond look, love bursting with each breath and touch against you. "You are the star that guides me in the sea of the unknown. My compass. My direction. My light. I adore thee as much as the stars litter the galaxy in an endless pursuit of existence."

A tear falls down your eye. "And you are the string tied to my fate. You are heaven's gift to me. I don't know how many times I loved you in my past lives but I know I'll choose you again in another life time and the life times thereafter."

GARRETH WEASLEY

Dating Garreth had been an adventure

a series of twists and turns that allowed you to unveil each layer with new emotions

He was an enigma

A mystery you were willing to uncover

And somehow in the midst of all that, you began to allow yourself to love him

Loving him felt like journey

It was there then it wasn't

A mix of highs and lows, each arc getting more and more deeper than the last

You expect after getting pranked and kicked out of potions by a Weasley would lead you to fall in love with one

Garreth made you feel alive

He's the thrill that thrums deeply in your veins long after he's gone

A high you can't get out of

No potion can ever cure a heart as sick as this

And on your special day, who else can you make you feel the thrill of an adventure but him?

"Tada!" He uncovers your eyes to show you the surprise. You adjust your eyes to revel in the beauty of the place. He had taken you to a quiet and neat little cottage with a majestic view of the sunset. You turn to him in surprise.

"How did you?"

"I pulled a couple of strings from Sebastian who referred this place then got some help from mum who helped out with the decor," Garreth grins as he grasps your hand in his. You smile at the beauty of the scene, the sun reflecting nicely across the meadow.

"Thank you." You tilt your head, eyes forming a look of gratitude before pulling him in a kiss. He melts into your touch, kissing back with subtle passion before he pulls away with a smile.

"I know things have been hard lately," He starts, taking your hand in his as he rubs his thumb against your knuckles. "I admire you for your hardwork and fortitude. You fight through it just as you have always been even if things are getting a bit rougher than the last and it just—" he laughs in between. "I just feel like a teenager falling in love with you all over again."

You lick your lips as you train your eyes at him, waiting for him to continue.

"You once told me I was an adventure. A thrill that makes you feel alive," He says with a love running deep in that green eyes of his. "But you, you have always reminded me of home. A personification of comfort and love. Everytime I look at you, I'm reminded of a past I reminisce with fondness, a present I cherish, and a future I can't wait to have. With you, I can just be me. I can just be Garreth. Just me."

You smile at him, tears collecting at the bottom of your eyes. He tucks a hair over your ear.

"Happy Birthday, darling." He mumbles, pulling you in a hug as he places a kiss on your temple. "Let's have this week as a moment of reprieve from any worries and just be ourselves."

You hug him tighter against you. "I'm here. With you. Just me."

He chuckles against your neck. "Just you and I, baby."

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i think baran would be a good possible choice. baran may notice that mel is the only pittling without a caregiver (trinity with yolanda, victoria with cassie, dennis with robby, emma with dana), and baran would snatch little mel right up. baran would love to have such a sweet, smart baby. baran’s favorite thing about mel is how her brain works — which is nice, because mel often hates how her brain works, and she’s spent most of her life being told how wrong her brain is, so it’s nice to finally have some reassurance.

— baran is very big on flashcards. she makes a set to help mel with identifying emotions, and she makes some fun ones because mel loves to be quizzed when she’s little. mel aces the quizzes every time, and baran always reacts ridiculously proud of her. she tries to offer stickers, but she finds that mel actually likes gold star charts instead. that works a lot better. instead of sticking it to her arm or her shirt, mel puts the sticker on a chart, and she loves to show her chart to her friends when they come over.

— mel doesn’t accept gifts easily. she insists she doesn’t need anything, and that friendships / relationships aren’t based on gift-giving. baran is the mama who loves to buy gifts. she tries not to go overboard with it because she knows mel will feel embarrassed and overwhelmed, but she manages to sneak in a gift or two every once in awhile. mel’s favorite gift ever is the weighted sloth stuffed animal.

— while in her adult headspace one day at work, mel overhears that baran and robby got into a huge fight. the rumor mill is already started: doctor al-hashimi is handing in her resignation. imagine baran’s surprise when mel finds her in tears. she’s never known mel to be so emotional in either headspace. this is the moment baran learns that mel needs more reassurance than she may let on. (also the moment where mel learns that she cannot trust hospital gossip.)

— mel and baran are both very professional / official people. once they realize their dynamic is pretty serious, they draw up a contract.

— baran likes to capture mel’s playful moments on video secretly at home, because it’s rare to see mel so playful and in her own little world. in most of these videos, mel has her hair in a loose braid, way looser than the version she does for work, or completely down. baran’s favorite style is when mel lets her hair down, because it means mel is relaxed enough to not worry about it (not worrying if it looks okay, but more of worrying if it’s feeling uncomfortable).

— mel often thinks she’s being difficult because she feels like she’s so picky. baran reassures her that’s not the case, and everyone has their own preferences. mel always feels like the odd duck out. baran reminds her that all of mel’s friends have their own special interests and quirks too.