🔞 Ominis Headcanon 🔞 - Headcanons for everyone’s favourite Gaunt Part 2
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(Chronological Order check me out all fancy)
Welcome to Slytherin - Rewrite of The Common Room
How Charming - Little Bridge between DADA and Charms
To Hogsmeade - Rewrite of visiting Hogsmeade with Omi
An Unbeleafable Day - Ominis sulking and getting vaguely jealous in Herbology
A Recipe for a Bad Day - Ominis going insane over the new fifth year in Potions
Did you just come from the Undercroft?! - Rewrite of the Undercroft Confrontation
Room of Reconciliation - Aftermath of the Undercroft Argument
Putting the RIP in Scriptorium
Putting the RIP in Scriptorium - Part 2 - Rewrite of the Scriptorium quest. With extra fluff. Part 2 is the aftermath
Ignorance is Bliss - Ominis confronting Sebastian about Ignorant-gate
In the Light of the Relic - Alternative quest for siding with Ominis in ‘In the Shadow of the Relic’
The House Cup - Ominis worries about returning to his family after fifth year
Summer of Sixth Year - Ominis coming back to Hogwarts after forcibly spending the summer with his family
Company - Eve keeps falling asleep in the oddest of locations...sound familiar
Blindsided - Link to Wattpad
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 17
- My little sloooow burn Ominis fic. Very fluff, Much cute. With spice 🌶️
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(Separate Ominis Stuff that isn’t really canon to my other stuff)
Medusa’s Vipers - Ominis and Sebastian being protective of Evelyn
Do you see What I See? - silly Drabble for what Ominis is like as a boyfriend
Sibling Affection - What I think happened between Sebastian and MC at the end of the main story
Love is Blind - Sequel to Sibling Affection. Ominis being a salty baby
Once a Coward, Always a Coward - Ominis dealing with Duncan
The Fox and the Rabbit - Ominis being OMEGA flirty on arrival
Of Naps and Nightmares - Ominis’ little nippy naps…but make it sad
What do you propose? - Ominis proposal fluff
Blinded by Beauxbatons - Unused idea for my fic
‘There you go’ - Ominis being tall and sexy I don’t know…
Repressed Memories - Ominis discovering MC is who he cast Crucio on as a boy.
Summary - I wanted to write something with cheeky, teasing Ominis and it quickly devolved into Ominis in love. I like the idea of these two being really mature and serious but when they’re together they’re just comfortable and silly.
50 house point to anyone who catches the Baldurs Gate reference
Warnings - None (Fluffy, comforting goodness)
Word Count - 3200
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This was getting a tad ridiculous.
Ominis couldn’t really say much. He was the King of sleeping at all hours of the day and in a manner of different locations.
But this was starting to concern him.
On at least five occasions over the last month he had found Evelyn completely passed out. In the Common Room. In the Room of Requirement. On one occasion he’d almost tripped over her legs, splayed forward outside one of the Defence Against the Dark Arts Classrooms. Like she was on her way to the Undercroft but simply didn’t make it.
It seemed as well that himself and Sebastian took it in turns to find her, bringing her back to somewhere she could properly get some rest before she started all over again the next day.
See, as soon as Evelyn made her return to Hogwarts, the beginning of her sixth and arguably her first proper year there, she hadn’t stopped. Essays, Assignments, extra curricular activities, extra lessons. Anything the school had to offer Evelyn was in.
That was the only way she could see herself catching up to her fellow classmates.
What she failed to see was that she’d already surpassed so many of them in most of their lessons. Whilst simultaneously learning an entirely unknown field of magic alone and saving Hogwarts from certain doom.
Not bad for someone who didn’t know what a Quaffle was.
But it was that lack of common knowledge that kept her thinking she was below average. Kept her busy.
So when Ominis managed to catch her it was a miracle.
Wrangling her in was something else entirely. Usually he could tempt her into more studying and from there would simply distract her away from her studies until they both collapsed from exhaustion and too many bags of Honeydukes fudge.
They’d made a habit of reading in the tiny lobby of the Room of Requirement, tucked up on the sofa in front of the cosy crackling fire. A blanket over their legs and books in hand, they’d often spend any available free time holed up this way. Whether it was a shared blanket or separate, sat besides each other or at each others feet. Books firmly planted in their laps or, more often than not, precariously dangling from fingers when one of them nodded off.
That cosy warmth is what often coerced Evelyn to sleep after a long day of studying.
And because of that, Ominis had grown accustomed to the dull weight of her head on his person. Leaning on his thigh, or even his chest if they lay at a funny angle. Most commonly was his shoulder.
He paid it no mind. The soft thud of her head falling to his shoulder normally indicated it was time to relax, no longer needing to keep an ear out for her. She was right there.
Where she belonged.
This time is was the gentle hum of his wand that sent her off. The moment he had produced the novel he was engrossed in and the thrum of magic radiated from his wand as it dictated its words to him, her eyes grew heavy. It was often the case, like the soft low drone of his charm was associated with peace.
Although it wasn’t just her. They both found their comfort within each other.
For her, it was his wand and the way it hummed with potential magic. The almost velvety lapels of his robes. The subtle scent of bergamot and black tea.
For him, it was her hair. Yes, he enjoyed the delicate rose that fell around her like a halo, but it was her hair that sent shivers down his spine.
After long days studying, naps and spell practise, her normal prim and proper bun, piled high on her head, began to droop. Tiny hairs escaped it confounds and fell over her face. Of course he only knew of this from the flyaways caressing his cheek as she lay there. And he’d be lying if he said, the small annoyed puffs of air didn’t amuse him as she blew them away. But he much preferred removing those offending strands himself, allowing its soft, barely wavy locks to slip through his fingers like silk.
When she was awake, said act was accompanied by a heat rising in her cheeks, the like of which he could only feel when his fingers eventually dropped from her face. The minute change in her temperature and the way she would stutter out her thanks were pure joy for Ominis.
Whilst she was asleep, he didn’t get the gratitude. Just a disembodied mumble and her soft breath falling over his neck in slow sharp huffs. As though she knew he were there.
It was moments like those, in the quiet when it was just them, that he realised he had fallen for her.
He wasn’t entirely sure when he stopped craving her attention as a friend and started needing it as part of his daily life. Sebastian insists it was from the moment they’d met, teasing him endlessly about being jealous and wishing to court her.
Maybe he had been right.
It didn’t matter now.
She was his friend. An established friendship that he cherished and he hoped she did too. He wasn’t about to lose one of the only people he cared about because of…what? Love?
He would.
He definitely would.
He’d do anything for her.
But so would his family. And he couldn’t allow that.
Besides…how does one approach your best friend and tell them that you love them, whilst simultaneously not wishing to actually be with them for their own safety and due to your own families prejudices? There wasn’t exactly a step-by-step guide…even in the Restricted Section…
So…at least for now, he would enjoy these moments with her where he could pretend. Pretend that she reached for him in her sleep because she loved him too. Pretend that nothing outside of these four walls could harm them. Pretend that they could live that happy fantasy life they read about so often.
Happily ever after.
He didn’t feel the exact moment she began to stir in his lap, her head rolling to look up at him. He was too distracted by his own thoughts, his own imaginings. Too busy distracting himself with her.
There was no indication to Ominis just how long she lay awake for. Her breathing unchanged, movements slow and lethargic. But it was long enough for her to watch the tangle of his brows grow harder, the knot grow larger.
Then a long dainty digit poked his brow. Directly in the middle, where he could feel his frown becoming deeper and deeper. Dwelling on thoughts of what ifs and maybe’s.
That knot was willed away with a single prod of her finger.
“Moody” she grumbled, the familiar husk of her sleepy state melting away the last little bit of negativity in his head.
Gods…I’m so in love her
The thought scared him somewhat. The unknown possibilities, the hurt, the rejection. No, Ominis was very much a creature of habit. He could remain as he was rather contently…for now.
His ever growing smirk became impossible to hide behind the thin veil of annoyance he wore across his features. His lip twitched upward as he tried, and failed, to control his grin. Tutting, with faux exasperation, he shifted his focus down towards his lap.
“Tsk…You can’t just point it out and expect it to go away” he scolded. She’d heard him tell her off before. Most memorable being the unfortunate Undercroft incident. This was a far cry from those times.
“Sorry, it’s just…” she mumbled, still sounding half asleep. Then came another poke to his brow and he could no longer control the easy and airy laugh that left his lips “…I don’t like it when you’re brooding”
“I am not brooding” Ominis pouted upon hear that word. He’d heard himself described as that many times and he couldn’t quite understand why. It wasn’t his fault his face naturally settled into a frown. From what he understood about Evelyn’s visage, hers was much the same but no one called her broody.
“Besides…” he continued after hearing her playful giggle. He hated being called that but somehow when she said it, it wasn’t half as bad. “…if I was brooding, you can’t stop it by simply poking it away. You’ve tried enough times, I would have assumed you’d have understood that fact by now”
His smirk grew to a wide arrogant grin as he teased her. At some point, he wasn’t really aware of when, but his fingers made their way to ends of her hair. Twirling and twiddling the soft strands around his digits, delighting in the tiny morsels of information he gathered from it.
She had longish hair. Thick, far thicker than any he’d felt before. Like a heavy fog laying over his hands.
Her voice suddenly snapped him out of his reverie. A fast and sharp reminder he didn’t live in his fantasies where she was his.
“Then why are you smiling?” She turned her head in his lap to look at his features square on.
Yes, definitely a smile…
“I’m smiling….because you’re, you” he said simply and confidently, not realising it caused a fiery flush to blossom across her cheeks. He just smiled in that half aware, half vacant way that he did. Easy. “…It is still rather irritating though…”
“Anyway…” he continued on, unaware of the bashful way she looked up at him “What disturbed you? I was having such a peaceful evening until you woke up…” He teased, the familiar crinkle on his nose appearing as his smile grew wider.
“Oh…I had a very odd dream…” shortly after she spoke, her head pulled up and out of his lap, a vague sigh leaving her lips causing Ominis to raise a pointed brow.
“Everything okay?” He asked softly, tilting his head towards her, as he always did.
“Mmm…” she hummed, shaking her head as though trying to rid the memories within “…yes, just…dreamt that I was falling”
“Ah…” Ominis replied with a smirk tugging back at his lips. His wand returned to the pages of his book, resting on the cushion beside him “…do you know the old wives tale that if you hit the ground in your dreams, you supposedly die?”
Evelyn glared at the side of Ominis’ face with enough contempt it could burn through him. And he felt it, causing the smirk to widen on his face, a flash of teeth peaking through.
“Wonderful. I trust you’ll wake me before I perish then” she jabbed him softly in the ribs as a low chuckle left him.
“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I shall let you fall. That way I don’t have to clean drool from my robes every other day”
That struck a nerve.
She shot up in her seat, clambering onto the cushions to get a better look at where she had laid her head.
“I don’t drool!” She exclaimed as she padded around his thigh and knee.
“You most definitely do. I already got rid of it. I’ve become quite proficient at the Drying Charm since becoming your friend” he grinned, wide, teeth bared like a cat as he bathed in her annoyance.
“I do not drool”
“Dribble then. Call it what you will-“
“I don’t dribble either” she muttered, folding her arms over her chest and slumping against the backrest. The distinct little huff as she pouted only caused Ominis to laugh loudly.
“I suppose I should go back to the Dorms…” she groaned as she stretched upwards “…wouldn’t want to dampen your robes any more than I already have”
Oh…
“Wait…” Ominis exclaimed suddenly, feeling the weight of the cushions beneath him shift as she rose from their seat. He quickly grabbed for her, aiming for her upper arm or forearm, but timed it too late and caught her palm perfectly. His long fingers slid over hers as he grasped for her, neither pulling her down nor standing himself. Just keeping her there, whilst his brain racked for an excuse.
“Is everything okay?” Evelyn asked inquisitively, the concern for his sudden shift in behaviour bled quite heavily into her tone.
“Everything’s fine…I just want to talk to you”
“Okay…” he relaxed once more when he felt her return to her position next to him “…What about?”
“I…”
Gods damn it…
“…I don’t have a topic in mind…” he scrambled. though you would never know. His voice, as always carried him with confidence, no stammering or stuttering. If it weren’t for the slight upturn of his brows…one would never suspect anything was wrong.
“You’ve been difficult to tie down as of late…” he continued “…I’ve missed you, missed your voice. I’d…just like to hear you speak”
“Okay…” she says softly, shuffling closer and leaning back into his arm. And the sigh that left him upon her acceptance was…heavy. As though he had just gotten in from a long day shopping around Londons markets, feet aching and awaiting a warm cup of tea. “Where to start…” she murmured to herself, hearing the slight tap of fingers as they drummed against her cheek in contemplation .
“Oh! Well…I read this book recently……”
This was perfect.
Ominis couldn’t imagine a better way to spend an evening. The slow crackle and pop of the fire wood. The soft cushioned nest he sat in. The gentle yet excitable tone in which she spoke.
All of it was so…comforting.
So homely.
He was home.
And as she continued, prattling on about this novel, he listened. Intently. Didn’t interject. Didn’t interrupt. Just listened. Hung up on every single word that passed by her lips.
It was a romance. And though he never expected her to enjoy those sorts of stories, he liked that she was so passionate about them. The cliches, the cringy dialogue, the overused tropes. She babbled on about them all. Though he could tell by the way she stumbled and over explained every tiny detail that she was embarrassed for liking them. Every sentence came with a justification tacked onto the end, as though it needed it.
Those words on those pages made her happy.
Therefore Ominis was happy.
Mainly for the manner in which she spoke.
He knew she talked with her hands. A visual mannarism of hers he never usually got to experience. But as she leaned into his arm, reluctant to let him move, the small twitches of her fingers and sway of her hands, accurately conveyed what she was saying. It was nice to witness her passion bubbling forward in another way.
And her laugh. Gods…
If the sound alone wasn’t enough to cause him to fall for her, her movements were. The way she leaned into him as she threw her head back. The vibrations of mirth sweeping through her whole being shifting the robes between them like kindling. He had to stop himself chuckling along with her from fear she assumed he was laughing at her. But her laughter was infectious, his willpower working overtime to not catch her bug.
It was like she was made for him. The way she laughed with her whole body. Gestured wildly with her hands, a flurry of excitement and joy or frustration and anger. Audibly thought through things, with little hums and ‘erm’s and ‘What to do’s.
She showed him, in her own way, everything he couldn’t see.
“…honestly-”
Her tone picked up. No longer the lull of softness as she explained characters, plot twists, plot holes, everything.
“-I didn’t think I’d enjoy the book. It’s rather cliche and not very well written but…I finished it in one night. I just couldn’t stop. That probably isn’t helping, me falling asleep around the castle…”
Evelyn pulled herself up and turned her head towards Ominis, finally finishing her mad rant about the silly little book she loved. His eyes were closed, head resting against the cushions, and a wistful smile on his lips.
“Ominis? Are you alright?” She whispered meekly, worried she’d knocked him out with her boring lecture.
But he simply smiled wider and opened his eyes, the glassy blue orbs settling over the fire. “I’m fine, I’m just…enjoying your company.”
Though his focus never wandered from her, or her words, he slowly shifted his gaze back towards her. He let out a relaxed sigh and sank further into the cushions, listening intently to the steady slow thump of her heart, the gentle breathes that sound more like tiny sighs.
“I’ve missed you. Missed your voice…I know I’ve already said that but…listening to you just then really emphasised it”
He was met with a simple scoff, a force of air that sounded just annoyed enough for Ominis to worry.
“You’ve finally gone mad...” She declared, her tone indicating amusement. So why the scoff? “…my voice is shrill. At best”
“I’ll admit when we first met…” Ominis started, unable to stop himself from teasing her just a little. “…I thought you were somehow half human, half mandrake but-“
Smack
“Hey!” She whined playfully smacking his arm, his smug chuckle making her own smile widen. She’d known him for a little over a year now and this was the most she’d ever seen him smile.
“BUT…” he said defensively, throwing his arms up in surrender “…I’ve since learned to love it. It’s comforting. Like listening to music.”
“Well…thank you” she said sweetly, unconsciously proving his point with her soft and gentle tone.
“I know you said that book was terribly written but I wouldn’t mind giving it a read. Do you still have it?”
“The Magister and his Mistress?” She asks inquisitively with a curious tilt to her head “Well well well, Mr Gaunt. I would never have took you for a Hopeless Romantic”
He rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he chuckled at the name.
“There is more to me than the Dark Arts and Curses”
He could hear her rummaging around, presumably in her bag or robes pockets, until her fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding him towards a freshly bound book. The smell of its paper sent a shiver down Ominis’ spine. There was nothing better than the smell of books.
As he took it from her hands, their finger brushed against each other, delicate and deliberate. Neither flinched nor pulled away but that was expected.
They already pushed the boundaries of what was considered okay for ‘friends’. Especially for the normally standoffish Heir of Slytherin. Within a week of them knowing each other they walked arm in arm around Hogsmeade and the castle. So this casual and accidental caress most likely meant nothing. And he shouldn’t read into it.
“Thank you…” he murmured, taking the book and pushing down any thoughts that she may feel the same.
There was no point.
They couldn’t be together anyway so why bother torturing himself over it?
Her sudden yawn caught his attention once again and he turned back to her, a soft smirk pulling at his lips.
“Tired already?” He asks impishly
“I’m always tired”
“Perhaps we should get you back to the dorms. Have you sleep in a bed…for once”
