#Evinis

[libellule-ao3]

Rosa Incarcerem

A bewitched rose, an unbearable closeness… and only one way out.

Credit: Thank you to @raraaf6 for accepting me as a client ��& for so kindly agreeing to wait almost a month before publishing this GORGEOUS artwork.😍😍😍😍💖✨️ (I was afraid they would be overwhelmed with work for Valentine's Day, so I planned ahead😅)

OS | M | Ominis Gaunt X OFC | Evinis | 1 780 words

Tags: Forced proximity | Sexual Tension | Ominis needs help | Valentine’s Day chaos | Trapped together trope | Not explicit but definitely suggestive😉

Hogwarts is buzzing with the romantic excitement of Valentine’s Day, but Ominis is hoping for an uneventful day. That is without counting Evelyne, whom he is escorting to the kitchens for her detention, his wand pointed in front of them.  

Professor Sharp caught her pointing out the worrying colour change in the potion he was making. 

“It’s not cheating, but an active contribution to the principle of fairness,” she mumbled in that strange combination of shyness and honesty that is so characteristic of her.  

Of course, Sharp doesn’t appreciate the repartee: in his opinion, Ominis, blind or not, has to fend for himself. And although he values his own autonomy – much more than any teacher – he regrets that his friend, usually so discreet and reserved, is being punished for a few unwelcome words.  

Ominis has known for a long time that she has a tendency to show her fangs when she feels cornered. But since last Christmas, she has been showing it all the time. And what’s worse, she refuses to admit it.  

As they reach the stairs leading to the kitchens, a female voice behind them calls out, honeyed and overconfident.  

“Ominis!”

He turns around. Evelyne, unwilling to be noticed by the newcomer, melts into his shadow. She too recognised this tone, this false lightness that could only belong to Callista Malfoy.  

Since last summer, the witch has been showering him with perfumed, honeyed, and calculated invitations. His own parents covet the large dowry she will offer her future husband, and she herself sees him as a good match — honourable, manipulable, and much less dangerous than his brother. Ominis has no doubt she would be prepared to snare him in a scandal to force him to marry her. As a result, he avoids her, like dragon pox.  

“I have tried so hard to be pleasant to you, Ominis, and yet... you continue to avoid me.”

He remains silent. She gives a falsely resigned sigh.  

“Perhaps this little gift will convince you of my sincerity?”

He instinctively reaches for the flower she presents to him. A shiver runs up his spine. Fleeting. Unusual. An imperceptible magical vibration, like a warning.  

“Don’t touch that flower!” 

His friend’s cry splits the air at the same time as she strikes the rose with the back of her hand. But it was too late.  

The magic explodes. A tendril of thorns and bewitched flowers wraps around them, clinging voraciously to their clothes. For a moment, she gasps for air. In the blink of an eye, he finds himself thrown against the young woman, his body crushed against hers, his arms reflexively closing around her.  

A strange silence falls. The time for a breath.  

Then —  

A click of the tongue.  

“Oh.”

One word dropped in a bored, almost jaded breath. Ominis can’t see Malfoy, but the pulsing of his wand traces the outline of her motionless figure. He knows she is fuming. She wanted to trap him... but not with Evelyne, apparently.  

The tension in the air twists, becoming heavier. Callista Malfoy inhales slowly.  

“What bad luck...”

The intonation is too controlled, almost amused.  

“I wonder what Marvolo would think of that.”

She lets the threat hang between them, then turns on her heels, her feigned indifference almost erasing her presence. Ominis hears the rustle of her robe, the measured rhythm of her heels on the stone, then nothing.  He exhales a sigh.  

“Are you all right?”

She's there, pressed against him. Her body against his, every line printed against him.  

And her smell, Merlin...  

A shiver goes through him. The warmth of her body, the scandalous yielding of her curves... He feels himself blush.  

She raises her head. Her breath brushes his throat, and beneath her palms, his heart beats wildly.  

“I'm sorry...” she breathes, her voice trembling with a mixture of guilt and emotion. “I... I wanted to spare you this, but it went too fast...”

He clenches his jaw, consumed by the fire spreading through him.  

“It’s a Rosa Incarcerem.”

The evidence slaps him in the face. These bewitched roses are very popular this year. Almost undetectable, they enchant anyone who touches them together, forcing them to kiss to break the enchantment that binds them together.  

He lets out a hiss of frustration.  

“Well done. Really.”

He would have preferred anyone else. Even Malfoy, despite her shenanigans. At least she wouldn’t have affected him like that, and he would have remained indifferent. 

With Evelyne, the trap is far more vicious.  

He tries to free himself, by force, then with a counter-spell, but the plant vice strengthens its grip.  

“Wait... is that Gaunt?!” exclaims a student nearby.  

An excited murmur runs through the corridor, a cruel reminder that they are making a spectacle of themselves in a busy place.  

Ominis’s fingers clench his wand, and he whispers an incantation. The magic flows over him like an icy wave, covering him in a veil of invisibility. He barely notices his classmate’s slight start, her breathing suspended for a fraction of a second before she understands his intentions.  

The surrounding murmurs intensify, but at least no one can see them any longer. No one’s about to break that spell anytime soon!  

Their bodies are trapped, welded together by an implacable force that strangles him to the same degree that it inflames him. 

He feels everything. The outrageous softness of her chest crushed against his, the searing heat of her belly against his, and below that... a torment he would give anything to ignore.

His breath catches when Evelyne tries to pull away, pushing his chest away.

A fatal mistake.

Her movement fans a insidious fire deep in his core. Rigid from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes, he endures the wave of pleasure coursing through him.

Ominis is tense.

Shamefully tense.

“By Merlin’s beard, Evelyne... stop moving,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

“I’m not doing it on purpose!” she croaks, in a high-pitched voice that leaves no doubt she grasps his state of arousal.

Let’s hope she doesn’t make a comment that would add to his mortification, like last time!

She is shaking now, tensing up in a desperate effort not to move, not to let that vice of flowers and thorns press her further against him. But it’s no use.

The spell weighs relentlessly down on them. And he... He has never known such humiliation.

His own body betrays him obscenely, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Damn this uncontrollable desire!

This time, he can’t pretend it’s a casual masculine greeting at dawn, a physiological reaction that has no context whatsoever.

Now he has to admit that it’s because of her. Because he is incapable of ignoring the caress of her erratic breathing, the scent of "geranium rosat" enveloping him, the firmness of her breasts pressed against his chest, her fingers clutching his robe, and her damn hips that kiss his so perfectly.

For Merlin’s love, let him be anaesthetised or stunned!

“You, the plant expert... Say you can do something about this.”

“If it were just the intrinsic magic of the rose, I probably could. But here... it’s an artificial curse, woven with too many protections for me to break it.”

Alas, that’s what he thought... Those who created this knew what they were doing.

“Ominis, er, I... I don’t know if you have ever kissed anyone, but if it’s your first kiss, I want you to know that I’m sorry for ruining it.”

He closes his eyes, as if that will ease the tension pulsing inside him. His throat tightens. He feels the weight of the confession before it even passes his lips.

“It’s not my first kiss.”

The silence fills with silent questions.

“Anne...”

His voice is hoarse, almost strangled. He doesn’t enjoy talking about this. His free hand clenches despite himself on Evelyne’s hip, like an unconscious anchor.

“She asked me when... when hope of recovery abandoned her.”

He doesn’t need to say any more. At the time, Sebastian’s sister wanted to find out what she might never know. And he was the only one she could ask.

“Even if it wasn't ideal... at least it made sense,” says Evelyne. “No one should have their first kiss stolen by such an absurd enchantment.”

From Ominis Gaunt’s point of view, no one should have their second one stolen that way either. And yet, he is beginning to seriously consider it. It’s better than this awkward embrace where the slightest movement puts him through the wringer.

Evelyne seems to come to a similar conclusion as she starts a movement.

“So, let’s try not to make a big deal out of it and just do it... Alright?”

Then her fingers slide down his torso to the nape of his neck. A light touch at first, almost innocent, before she fully buries her fingers in his hair at the base of his skull.

She wants to guide him, but doesn’t dare.

A searing heat pulses under this caress and descends directly into his crotch, electrifying every nerve in its path.

He tenses even more under the contact. Evelyne must feel it, because she suspends her movements for a second before abruptly withdrawing her hand, as if she has been burned.

Ominis holds his breath. Every nerve, every inch of his skin, is crying out for that all-too-brief touch. The absence consumes him almost as much as the closeness.

Every second stretches out a silent torment, a space suspended between desire and the forbidden.

At last, Evelyne tiptoes up cautiously, as if dreading the moment as much as she desires it.

Her breath, uneven and shallow, grazes his face, a sigh escaping against his mouth, and he fights the raw impulse to close the unbearable distance before the kiss falls.

First a gentle touch. Then the soft pressure of her hesitant lips.

The blood boils in his veins. His heart races. His fingers instinctively find their bearings on her curves. A need. To hold her despite himself. For a second, Ominis thinks about giving in to the temptation to go deeper. To demand. To claim.

But he doesn't have the right and, in any case, Evelyne is already moving away.

The curse bursts out in a magical blast, freeing them as suddenly as it had chained them.

She stammers out a confused apology, almost stumbles backwards.

“I, er... I’m going to be late for my detention, er, sorry,”

Then she disappears faster than a snake into the tall grass. Ominis opens his mouth. No words come out. Emptiness replaces her warmth.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

He exhales slowly, forcing his body to let go.

His trembling fingers brush his lips, where the echo of the kiss lingers, where Evelyne had pressed herself too deliciously against him, igniting a violent, unrelenting shiver.

A cruel truths hit him: he's doomed.

A/N: This OS takes place after chapter 5 of "Lullaby for Cursed Seeds". Although it can be read as standalone, it will be incorporated into chapter 6 with a few slight modifications. Thank you for reading. 💖

[libellule-ao3]

@dwightschrute11 🤩 Omg, you’re absolutely adorable for making everyone happy on Valentine’s Day!

In response to your tags,😉 I wrote this little scene between Ominis, Calypso, and Evelyne from Ominis’s POV—because Calypso deserves to share a sweet moment with whoever she wants. Even Ominis knows that. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

And of course, I’m sending you and Calypso lots of love and gratitude. Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖

Ominis doesn’t need to see to understand what is unfolding before him. He perceives Evelyne’s anticipation in the lightness of her breath, the smile dancing on Calypso’s lips before she even speaks. He feels the warmth radiating from them, that glimmer of tenderness and complicity between them.

So, he doesn’t step in.

He lets it happen.

Not out of indifference, but by choice. Because he knows. Evelyne is his. He could say no, tighten his grip around her hand and pull her back to him. But instead, he chooses to grant her this moment—to grant it to both of them.

Calypso isn’t trying to take, she isn’t trying to possess. She touches lightly, weaving bonds with each burst of laughter, each knowing glance, and she illuminates everyone she touches.

Ominis knows how much Evelyne cares for her. He hears in her voice a gentleness she only grants to those who truly matter. And he, too, appreciates Calypso’s presence—the radiant energy she brings to their world, so often weighed down by restraint.

So, he doesn’t keep Evelyne to himself. He lets her open up to that light, like a flower blooming under the sun.

Evelyne hesitates. Her fingers tighten slightly on her dress. Ominis tilts his head—a small movement, but enough. A permission.

A trembling breath. A soft laugh.

Then, Calypso’s lips brush against Evelyne’s.

It is light, almost airy. A touch of warmth, a moment suspended. The joining of two smiles. A spark of joy that Ominis cannot see, but feels in his very bones.

He hears their breath, the genuine delight in Calypso’s voice —that pure, unrestrained happiness, so contagious it spreads to everything around her.

And that is enough for him. Everyone is happy.

He feels no doubt, no impatience. Because he knows. Evelyne always comes back.

@libellule-ao3 HAPPY VALENTINES GIRL !!! Heres ur girl with omi 💘💘💘

Ominis X Evelyne for Life 😍😍😍

[tamayula-hl]

I drew these drawings for Lullaby for Cursed Seeds by @libellule-ao3 😌🙏 I'm madly in love with love stories where two people who are on bad terms gradually become friends and romance develops, and I'm so excited to imagine how the aristocratic, pompous and sarcastic Ominis in this fiction will change into a kind and calm gentleman as he discovers love with Evelyne. Can't wait for the rest of the story to be released 🥹✨

[llsusll]

...

Derin bir uykuya düşmeye çabalıyorum. Olmuyor…

Uzun sürüyor uykunun gelip,

Beni bana unutturması...

Tezer Özlü

[videli-jste-tento-film]

[libellule-ao3]

😭😭😭💖 I am so touched by this message & by the beautiful portrait you’ve created! Evelyne looks incredible through your art, and I love how you’ve captured all her strength and gentleness, especially with the roses in the background.

And the more I look at her lips, the more I want to kiss them!👄

I’m honoured and delighted that “Lullaby for Cursed Seeds” resonated with you so much that it inspired you to create this piece.🥹✨️

And your words… they go straight to my heart.🥹 I’m at a loss for words, which is quite ironic for a writer, even an amateur one! 😅

Thank you so much for your talent, your time, and this heartfelt message. It’s a precious gift I will cherish. 💚(And you too!🫂💕)

Thank you again!

Finally kicked my azz and moved my hands to draw this awsome lady.

Evelyne is a fighter. She got enough trauma she has to release it by Ominis warm embrace. Could we blame her?

Thank you,hun @libellule-ao3 for your amazing writings and support. If Earth had more people like you the evil would have been just a concept.

Have a go at her story

[uzaklarasavrulalim]

Allahım lütfen Zeynep ablalar evde olmasın

[yuregindenyarali]

bababa aile evinden sikilmista yurdu ozlemis.. bunlara gercekten rahat batiyo ya ne bu sefalet aski

[libellule-ao3]

Chapter 4 : The Bloom & the Thorn

NSFW - 🔞 | ⚠️ Various physical, psychological & emotional abuse | Ominis Gaunt x OFC - #Evinis | Currently 30 700 words

Tags: angst & hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, developing relationship, smut, dark themes, introspection, trauma, Dark Arts, violence, POV Alternating etc.

Summary:

Ominis Gaunt, the pure-blood wizard, struggles to thrive in the stifling shadow of his family manor. A prisoner of a heritage he rejects. Evelyne Lavandin, on the other hand, is a precocious Muggle-born witch who has been uprooted since people greedy for power and money tore her away from her family. Two characters and two solitudes separated by everything. And yet, who still believes that encounters are the fruit of chance?

Credit: The stunning cover of this story was created by the talented @/Tamayula-hl 🙏 🫶 [Link to her publication] I love it so much, I’d put it on every post about this fic just for the pleasure of seeing it on my blog!✨️💕

Snippet:

“You think your consent changes anything?” His voice trembles, rough and strangled. “You imagine agreeing to this will erase the rest? That your screams won’t carve into me?”

“We will use a silencing charm!”

The words tumble out, clumsy and desperate, like a blunt weapon trying to smash through his objections.

This time, he explodes. In a brutal motion, his forearm slams into the pillar beside her face, his body caging her in an oppressive space. The impact reverberates near her ears, and she gasps, her heart racing.

“For Merlin’s sake, Evelyne, stop!!!”

Ominis's erratic breath brushes against her face, and she inhales despite herself, his cologne subtle, yet deeply masculine. In the intermittent scarlet light of his wand, his face seems sculpted by raging despair, his features taut as if he is struggling to control it. His proximity has a suffocating, almost terrifying effect. Her back presses instinctively against the pillar, seeking a distance that no longer exists.

“I will never again inflict such pain on anyone. Never again! Do you understand?”

His voice quivers, teetering between rage and misery, almost breaking. Evelyne, stunned by his words and his posture, opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes. She swallows hard.

“Y-yes, but... if our lives depended on it? You would do it, right?”

Ominis lowers his head slightly, angling toward her voice or breath, his blind gaze boring into hers. They’re so close that anyone watching might think they’re about to kiss. An absurd thought, given his tortured expression.

[yeniyeniseyler]

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[arthez]

Babamı önce acile sonra otobüs terminaline bırakıp annemle 12de eve geldik. Mutfakta tost yaptık. Yerken annemin bir psikologtan erkekler hakkında dinlediği şeylerle ve gerçek hayatta ki karşımıza çıkan erkeklerle ilgili konuşuyorduk. O kadar komplikelerki cidden.... en sonund iğrenç varlıklar beyinleri bile yok diyerek çayımı alıp mutfağı terkettim.. anam şok

[defnekalbim96]

Bu gece bu haftanın sözel konularını bitirmeye calısıp teyzemlere gidicem pazara kadar ordayım eğer kalısa (KALMİCAK BİTİRİCEKAİN HEPSİNİ) pazar günü yaparım

[zulalimayn]

Sen yüz çevirecek olsan, ay kapkara olur gamdan.

Ayın da evini yıkmayı kastediyorsun etme! Bizim dudağımız kurur sen kuruyacak olsan.

Gözlerimizi öyle yaş dolu ediyorsun etme!

Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi .

[libellule-ao3]

Naturally, I couldn't resist responding to this art work by @tamayula-hl with a ficlet and a little Bonus. Thank you for stimulating my imagination.😉

It gave me the opportunity to experiment with writing from a first-person pov.

🔞 | NSFW | smut | Ominis POV | 830 words | Soft Possessiveness | sex under the coat | p in v

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt/Evelyne Lavandin

Apologies for any possible grammatical errors or awkward phrasing. I don’t always cross the language barrier without causing a bit of damage (ESL writer).

You’re sitting on top of me, naked under my coat. Every shiver and every heartbeat reaches me stronger, sharper. I can’t see you, but I have the privilege of feeling everything about you: your exquisite warmth that tightens when I fill you in the only way that delights you, your breath caressing my body, the subtle tension of your muscles under feverish skin. Your natural scent mixes with earthy notes of sap and freshly cut grass.

My thoughts race as you ride me, and my fingers tighten on your thighs.

For a moment, I give in to your movements, savoring the way you take control, only to feel the need to reclaim it. My hands, firm on your sides, slow you down. With a simple gesture, you obey. I guide you, relishing every undulation of your hips. Your breath becomes erratic, and I catch a moan that escapes your mouth in a rough, possessive kiss.

You seem smaller than usual in my coat, too large for you, more vulnerable.

It’s just a cloth, but you said you felt good in it. Safe. Almost claimed by me. Enveloped in a warmth that transcends mere material comfort, as if in a cocoon.

Your hands cling to my shoulders, seeking an anchor as you rock gently, savoring my presence.

You feel “mine” in my clothes... and I know you love belonging to me just as much as I love possessing you.

The slightest movement of your hips makes my breath catch. My fingers trace the roughness of the scar on your neck, the remnant of an unhappy childhood. It’s a cruel reminder of a past that resonates too strongly with my own for me not to know the horror of it, and yet, you still kiss me as if it no longer matters.

I slide a hand under the coat, caressing the curve of your lower back, savoring the warmth emanating from you, the subtle strength of your muscles tensing under my touch. You arch your body, and I can't stop playing with your breasts—you know how much I love your delicate flesh—modulating their subtle responses as I caress, pinch, or gently scratch them with my fingernails. Arrows of pleasure shoot through you. Your moans echo in my ears, soft and regular.

You could choose to leave. Decide that I don’t live up to your expectations. Or that my blindness and cursed name are insurmountable burdens. But at this moment, you ride me with confidence, dispelling my doubts, my fears. Your body, which so enthusiastically melds with mine, is obvious proof that you love me. Every kiss, every embrace, every thrust screams it to me.

I sit up, capturing your lips again, my hands slipping behind your neck to draw you even closer. Your chest presses against me, your breath mingling with mine as my fingers descend to the throbbing bud of desire you so adore offering to my mouth. My thumb expertly massages it, each caress edging you closer to the abyss. You tremble and flood more of my cock with your arousal, babbling praises as much as prayers.

I could tip you over the edge with a simple movement and bring you to orgasm in an instant, but I prefer to hold you back, to make you languish. You take me quickly, deeply, driven by the visceral need to achieve satisfaction, and I end up giving in to you.

I bring you to climax just before I give in to the ecstasy that overwhelms me.

As I release myself into you, a thought echoes in my mind: I want to come with you, again and again, until neither of us knows where I begin and you end.

Ominis Gaunt.

Little bonus because... Ominis is sooooo cute when he's embarrassed!!!🤭

Ominis walks slowly towards his office in the Department of Justice, his measured steps echoing on the cold marble of the corridors. Although his face is as calm as ever, a growing unease is felt in his trousers with every movement. His coat, the one he wore yesterday, is impregnated with a heady scent: an intoxicating mixture of Evelyne's perfume and his own, their sweat, their essences.

In short, Ominis Gaunt reeks of sex!

Snippets of last night come back to him with each breath, rekindling a burning desire that he tries to conceal by tightening the sides of his coat. But he still has the unpleasant sensation that his erection, very honourable in view of the compliments of his beloved, is becoming more obvious than a nose in the middle of a face. Every second spent at the Ministry in this coat becomes stifling, almost unbearable.

And he's just arrived!

No! He can't stay here and risk being caught in such an embarrassing situation. The anxiety in him intensifies. His face blazes up to the tips of his ears. He turns back, determination mingling with urgency, and rushes down the first chimney he finds, in a hurry to join Evelyne in her botanical garden. She's going to pay for the embarrassment she's causing him, and a sly smile forms on his lips at the thought, his mind already racing with the promise of punishment to come.

A/N: If you're interested in the story of Ominis & Evelyne, it's told in "Lullaby for Cursed Seeds" (wip). Please note that it includes various depictions of physical, psychological & emotional abuse and some dark themes.

(Evelyne belongs to @libellule-ao3) (I was scolded by Tumblr for the image being too sexually explicit, so I'm reposting it with a link to Poipiku 🥲)

After seeing the comment libellule gave me on my piece yesterday, I couldn't resist drawing this (thanks for the great idea!) The intimate moments enjoy with Ominis ordering to put on his coat naked must be amazing🥵💓

The full version is on Poipiku

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"herkes bir gün kendi evini bulur."