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if that's how it is, i want you by my side even if you're fake.

IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

I ALWAYS THOUGHT THIS WAS A FUCKING EDITED GIF OF STREAMER JERMA985. ITS NOT. ITS JUST STRAIGHT FROM THE TV SHOW “LEGION” UNEDITED. WHAT THE FUCK

A mimir

The Dead One

note from shamura

he's so in love {ominis gaunt x gn!reader}

summary: ominis is in love with you. now, who's gonna tell him?

alternatively known as: ten times sebastian sallow knew ominis gaunt was in love with you vs the first time ominis gaunt knew he was in love with you

request for @spaceyaceface!

i.

Sebastian watched with narrowed eyes as Ominis tilted his head anytime someone entered the Great Hall.

"Who are you waiting for?" He asked his best friend curiously.

Ominis had a look of confusion on his face at the question.

"I'm not waiting for anyone. Why do you ask?" He responded, genuinely not knowing what Sebastian was speaking about.

"Yeah, you are. Everytime the doors open you sit there and try to figure out who's coming in, and you've looked disappointed every single time, so you've gotta be looking for someone specific."

Ominis rolled his eyes.

"You read into things far too much, Sebastian." But despite his words, he continued to do the exact same thing whenever someone entered the hall.

Until finally, you came in. And as soon as Ominis heard your laugh, he sat up straight, adjusting his tie, as he called for your attention over the chaos of dinner. And when you approached and took a seat by him, Ominis was practically beaming with excitement.

Oh. Well, isn't that interesting?

ii.

Sebastian was fairly certain Ominis Gaunt was in love with you. He was also fairly certain that Ominis actually had no clue he was in love with you.

Every time Sebastian mentioned it, Ominis would look legitimately shocked and appalled at the accusation. But the way his friend acted, there was no other explanation.

Especially with what his oblivious, oblivious friend was doing right now.

Somehow, Ominis had decided that he needed to feel your face so he could 'know what you looked like'. And you'd agreed to it because Ominis had assured you he did this with all his friends.

But Sebastian certainly had never had his face touched by Ominis, and he was his oldest friend, so he was calling bullshit on that.

He watched in amusement, hiding his smirk behind his drink, as Ominis trailed his fingers over your features. His fingertips caressed your face softly and slowly, and when Ominis' thumb traced over your lips for a full minute, Sebastian was practically biting his cup to stop himself from laughing.

Yeah. He totally wasn't in love with you. Suuuuuure.

iii.

Sebastian watched in open disbelief as Ominis piled present upon present into your arms.

This was ridiculous.

Sebastian had got a single Christmas present from him. And yes, it had been meaningful and he loved it, but it had been one single present.

Meanwhile, you had walked in the door, and at last count, Ominis had put at least twelve presents in your hands. It was getting to the point where you were having to crane your hand back to be able to still look at Ominis over the growing pile you were clutching.

And when you opened them?

The presents were basically everything and anything you'd ever even mentioned an interest in in passing. Including some things you noted that you didn't even remember talking about.

Bloody hell.

If Ominis wasn't in love with you (which he was), then Sebastian needed to have a very firm talk with him about his blatant friendship favouritism.

iv.

Finally, Sebastian confronted him about it.

It'd been a long day of seeing Ominis moping around the common room in an absolute sulk. All because you'd gone out for the day without breakfast so he'd not been able to talk to you before you'd headed out on your day trip with Poppy.

Sebastian had watched him lay on the ground by the windows to the lake. He was mercilessly convincing the first years that he could hear the mermaids so of course they should stay by the window for another hour to try and see them, when Sebastian thought he should step in.

He'd shooed off the little eleven year olds, before taking a seat in the big armchair.

"It's not the first years' faults that a certain someone skipped breakfast, you know. It's not fair to bait them with the mermaid thing, you know they'll stay here for hours if you tell them they might see one."

Ominis grumbled.

"I don't have a clue what you're on about. I'm merely having some fun."

Sebastian chuckled a little.

"No, you're not. You're sulking that the love of your life is having a day out without you, so you're winding up the baby Slytherins to take out your grumpiness on someone."

"Not the love of my life! I'm not in love! Surely, I'd know better than you if I was in love, so the fact you keep insisting that I am and I just don't know it is, frankly, insulting." Ominis protested, standing up and wandering off to sulk somewhere else.

Sebastian watched him go, shaking his head.

He's not even in denial. I think he actually doesn't know.

v.

You'd been sat working with Amit in the library when Ominis had done something that made Sebastian nearly choke on the pumpkin pasty he'd been inhaling.

The two boys had been working together. Seb had been helping Ominis with his Potions work, while Ominis helped Seb with his Ancient Runes.

And then you came in, and as tended to happen when you entered the room, Ominis' attention was gone. Especially when he realised you were with another boy. 

Thankfully, they'd gone through the Ancient Runes assignment first, so Sebastian merely rolled his eyes, pulling the Potions essay towards him and writing it on Ominis' behalf. He was clearly too busy glaring in Amit's direction to take on the work himself.

At first, Ominis seemed happy to scowl from a distance. Until he heard you laughing loudly at something the Ravenclaw had said, and the next thing Sebastian knew, Ominis was striding across the room.

"Oh, hi, Ominis. Everything alright?" He heard you say.

"Just tired. Do you mind if I lay down over here? Sebastian's keeping me awake with how loud he is."

Sebastian scoffed in disbelief. He could not believe Ominis was throwing him under the bus in an attempt to further his 'not-love' life.

You'd cooed at Ominis, your protective instincts kicking in as soon as you heard that, ushering him to sit down.

And then, Ominis had what seemed to be a sudden burst of Gryffindor-esque courage and decided to lay down with his head in your lap. And you just laughed it off, beginning to stroke his hair.

Oh, Merlin, Sebastian realised. They've done this before. He's got it bad.

vi.

Sebastian was exhausted.

If it wasn't you complaining that Ominis hadn't asked you to the Yule Ball, it was Ominis complaining that he hadn't asked you to the Yule Ball.

If this was some sort of dramatic romance story, he'd have flung you both into a cupboard by now and locked you in there until you kissed it out.

But it wasn't a dramatic romance story, so he had to use more normal means to wingman his best friends. And if that included mild deception to said best friends, so be it.

He'd slipped Eric Northcott three Galleons to ask you to the ball. He'd promised him an additional two Galleons if he did it when you were next to Ominis.

It went exactly as planned.

Eric had asked you. And before you could answer, Ominis 'not-in-love' Gaunt had stepped forward with a set jaw and told Eric in no uncertain terms that he'd already arranged to be your date.

God, Sebastian was a good friend. If you and Ominis didn't name your first kid after him after all this effort, he was going to riot.

vii.

He couldn't find the two of you.

He'd just finished dancing with his date, and he'd seen her off to her common room. The plan was to meet you and Ominis after the ball by the Grand Staircase for an afterparty of sorts, but you two had been nowhere to be seen.

Unfortunately for Sebastian's Ominis and you shipping heart, you'd danced together once and called it quits, sitting on the sidelines for the rest of the night with your drinks. 

When he'd asked Ominis why, he was informed that the amount of people was making it nearly impossible for the two of you to dance together, as it was confusing Ominis' wand and he kept stepping on your foot.

Sebastian really hoped that it hadn't put a damper on your night, but Ominis looked quite put out. Maybe the two of you had decided to head to bed and not remembered to tell him. He decided to look around a little more for you two, not wanting to ditch you if you'd just been shooed away elsewhere by lingering professors.

The first place he thought to look was, of course, the Undercroft. And, of course, the two of you were there.

There was soft music coming from a gramophone that one of you must have transfigured into existence. And the two of you stood in the middle of the room, swaying side to side, you tucked tightly against Ominis' chest with his arms around you, his head resting atop yours. Both of you had your eyes closed, and both of you looked blissfully happy.

It was adorable. And he was going to bully Ominis for it relentlessly tomorrow.

viii.

The two of you were now holding hands.

And according to Ominis, once again, this was all platonic.

Sebastian thought he might need to find a dictionary and read out the definition of the word 'platonic' to the both of you.

Apparently, Ominis was very, very, very concerned that he'd lose track of you in the busy Hogsmeade crowd, and the only solution was to lock his fingers with yours.

God, Sebastian was tired.

ix.

Sebastian had returned from Crossed Wands. You'd not shown up for once, and he was a little curious what would lead to the 'reigning champion' skipping a match.

Then he walked into his dorm, and stopped short. 

Ominis was asleep on his bed. Nothing new, all that boy ever did was sleep. But you were there.

The both of you were tucked under the covers, sleeping peacefully. The sides of your heads were pressed against one another, and Ominis' arm was reached out, his palm pressed against your stomach as the two of you napped.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, getting into his own bed quietly. Nothing the two of you did surprised him at this point.

x.

Today was the day. 

He was going to confront Ominis, and the two of them were not leaving this room until Ominis came to terms with the fact he was in love with you.

Sebastian had caught Ominis on his way back from seeing you, because that was always when his friend was in the best mood, and promptly dragged him into the Undercroft.

"You're in love."

Ominis scoffed disdainfully.

"I can't keep having this conversation, Sebastian. I'm not in love."

"Right. Let's go down the list of the things I know about, because Merlin knows what you do when I'm not there. You listen for them to enter a room. You get grumpy when you don't see them. You take naps together. You remember everything they've ever told you, ever. You hold hands. You get ridiculously jealous of anyone who talks to them, even Amit, the literal nicest guy in the school."

"And I do all that because we're friends."

"No, you don't! If I suddenly started doing all that for them, what would you think was happening?" Sebastian asked, already tired from this conversation.

Ominis paused, considering before his eyes went wide.

"Oh, Merlin. I am in love with them."

Sebastian literally cheered in celebration.

1.

Now that Ominis was aware he was in love with you, he was like a man on a mission. He'd been looking for you for the last hour, and he was steadily getting more and more agitated the longer it took to find you.

Why is it that whenever I need them, they disappear? He thought in irritation.

Then, he heard it. Your laugh. The one that he'd memorised for 'completely friendly' reasons. God, he couldn't believe he'd actually been so stupid, but that was an issue for another day.

Ominis set off, chasing after the sound of your voice. Finally, he caught your scent, that fragrance that he'd bought you at Christmas, and he reached out, catching hold of your arm.

"Oh, Ominis! There you -"

You didn't get to finish your sentence before he'd woven his hands into your hair, tugging you close so he could kiss you.

Yeah. He definitely was in love with you.

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