#evance

evan rosier ノ emmeline vance .ᐟ

ship intro.ᐟ

ao3.ᐟ

july.ᐟ

how to participate.ᐣ

you can draw, write, make a mood board, anything, for any of the days you choose so long as it is evance-focused. if you do participate, please tag me so i can reblog your work.ᐟ it’s preferred to add the day + prompt, too with the word count and any tag warnings, like:

sunset┊july 1┊@evance-microfics┊wc: circa 1000┊tw: major character death

Evan’s hands chased her, his veins prominent and bursting blue-green against his pale skin - evidence of his exertion. How he still had energy, Emmeline didn’t know, until she found herself managing to escape him niftily, dragging her sore legs along to dance away. There was something about their pairing that had sparks flying, rejuvenating in the way a fire on one’s coat-tails might be - and exhilarating.

She tutted, seeing his lips soundlessly form the endearment, his lungs straining - pushed too fast too soon since their spar. Nevertheless, his intent was conveyed well through his appreciative eyes.

”Don’t honey me,” came her chastisement. Traces of humour up-ticked her lips treacherously.

”Em! Don’t?“ Evan reluctantly stilled, looking like a kicked puppy - or perhaps a hound. Guilt shadowed his cerulean eyes, an endless ocean she gazed into.

He’d been fierce, pinning her down like that, his nose dragging across her neck. He’d inhaled deeply, despite that she must have smelt repugnantly like sweat from their bout of roughhousing. Nostalgia from childhood ridded them of their senses and had them brawl like children in his family’s gardens again - not that many would claim either had much sense to begin with.

She'd laughed, and he'd felt the fluttering of her heart in her neck. It dispelled his caution: he had relaxed atop her, grinning.

Awful, horrendous, despicable idea! His weight had been crushing.

Ensue, a classy - if she did say so herself - scream.

He’d frisked her first, looking for injuries, and then he’d stared, less like the shameless friend from childhood who’d watch her as she did just about anything, never masking his attraction, and more like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Couldn’t comprehend a world to act in where he hurt her - his… there was no word for what they were, best friends and lovers and sweethearts and flames and matches and proto-stalkers maybe.

”Don’t,” Emmeline agreed, but only half heartedly. Something in her chest niggled. He wasn’t playing their game - the one they always did - the taunting and the teasing, the driving each other crazy. He had stilled and he stayed still. Frozen, like a Grecian statue, not the chaotic renaissance painting she knew him to be.

A beat. She quit, soft-hearted, moving forwards. Emmeline reached for his hands where they’d fallen to his sides, and slowly he sprang back to life, “You’re lanky. It didn’t hurt much. You didn’t hurt me.”

”I’m sorry,” he forced out anyways, mouth dry. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The hands on her shoulder blades hovered, like he was readjusting and reconsidering his every movement in relation to her.

Anyone but her. He could get into a million fights, had managed seven in four days, once. But that’s because they weren’t her. He could hurt anyone but her.

”Forgiven,” she hummed.

In return, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and murmured, the briefest shuddering in his voice before he levelled out again, “Now, you don’t, Em. Listen, m’kay?” No forgiveness yet. In their world, pureblood circles, being so forgiving was nothing short of dangerous. No apologies either, but it didn’t matter so much when it was him. He only needed her to follow the rules: he only needed her to be safe, above all.

She was always too good for it, for them. The slivers of moonlight slipping through the cracks of his curtains, shining into his dark room, that was her.

Like the moon, her smile was beautiful, a waning crescent, “Telling me what to do? Seriously?”, and then, with a scarcely secretive pleasure - she could hardly hide from him that she enjoyed and encouraged the liberties he took and the lengths he went - in his own, exceedingly obsessive ways - for her who felt so much but received so little, “I suppose, you could find a way to make it up to me…?”

”Greedy,” Evan accused, finally at ease. Wisely, he added, drawing her closer, “I’m not taking you to see that moving image this weekend, if that’s what this is about.”

“Why not?” Her lower lip jutted, a practiced pureblood princess pout. Something challenging dilated her eyes.

”Because-“ he scolded like a man who’d had suffered for a long, long time and come to enjoy the fit of it, his breath ruffling her black hair, “-you know why.”

He drew back, cupping her chin, a flat stare directed her way despite the tugging in his heart - it couldn’t be healthy, how attracted the both of them were when the other made themself a nuisance, but nothing about society’s top one percent screamed healthy in the first place  “-you always laugh, you crazy woman. I want to hear the ambience of screams when I watch a horror, love. That’s what they’re for.”

“Amycus Carrow snogged me in the back of the showing room, once.” Emmeline supplied with innocent (not) eyes. “He knew what he was doing with his hands-“

”Alright! Down, minx,” he withdrew her hands from around his shoulders, holding each by the wrist, “Amycus, of all men. That prick-“ He cut himself off.

“Sunday. Remind me which seats specifically?” He pressed a slow kiss to both of her palms, “He doesn’t know nought. I’ll show you hands.”

Evan’s reward for looking so damn fine when jealous was a peck on the lips, quickly transformed to something more.

Tattooist Evan receives a familiar client, asking for a tattoo that goes against his (who’s he kidding. the owner’s) moral principles. He ought to say no but… he can be flexible when he wants to be.

Casey Evance (21)

Casey Evance is a 21 years old white girl and straight female

Rating: 4.64/5

Description: 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜—𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢—𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠. 𝙸𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

Likes: I have a fondness for playful sex games, the intensity of deep throat, and the allure of striptease. For me, tenderness and sensuality are essential ingredients that heighten my passion and desire.

Dislikes: I don’t like when someone fails to excite me or show genuine interest. Rudeness, lack of effort, or being ignored are major turn-offs. I value connection, respect, and enthusiasm—anything less just doesn’t work for me.

Speaks: english, russian

Appearance: long nails, shaved, piercing, leather, high heel, tatoo, stockings, latex, natural

Body: medium

Hair: long, black

Eyes: grey

Breasts: normal

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Ashley Evance (22)

Ashley Evance is a 22 years old white girl and straight female

Rating: 4.8/5

Description: I'm your naughty and sweet girl! 🍑 And ready to send you as lot kisses as you can handle 💕

Likes: Kisses and hugess

Dislikes: Rudeness

Speaks: english

Appearance: long nails, shaved, high heel, natural

Body: skinny

Hair: long, brown

Eyes: black

Breasts: big

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Ashley Evance (22)

Ashley Evance is a 22 years old white girl and straight female

Rating: 4.8/5

Description: I'm your naughty and sweet girl! 🍑 And ready to send you as lot kisses as you can handle 💕

Likes: Kisses and hugess

Dislikes: Rudeness

Speaks: english

Appearance: long nails, shaved, high heel, natural

Body: skinny

Hair: long, brown

Eyes: black

Breasts: big

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the light drew downwards. overhead, the oil black of space bled technicolour to storm upon the landscape. saturated purples and pinks shimmered in the sky like snowflakes, dense to the eye, intangible to any swipe. mid-air, they melted, and their translucent drops reflected the coattails of the sun as it fled from view, making it seem a much grander target than truth.

evan ignored it. he cared little for the passing of time, except for where it painted itself upon emmeline’s skin. she was glacier-blue, terror-green, morning-orange and daisy-pink; and she was none, too.

entranced, she turned her head, hand reaching back for his arm to turn him to the sight. but he was already looking at her. she flushed and she preened, both.

emmeline rolled away in the field they lay upon, lifting herself on her elbow. the shadows sought her, deepened her hair and made stark her fawn skin. he swiped for her and she laughed.

the shadows shifted, twisted, at her dimples where he had kissed, “you’re staring, evie. do you have something to say?” her hand curled around her ear, as if listening over the breeze. it didn’t elude her that the movement pressed her assets tighter teasingly.

”minx,” he half-cursed her, taking her in. admire the art, or indulge in more? he leapt at her, shaking his head, resting an arm under her waist, “keep being coy. i enjoy the view.”

her hands shoved his chest, made their way to his face and covered his eyes.

his tone darkened, “please, lili?”

“you’ve not earned this much. lili? that’s an old trick,” she challenged. breathless still, from their activities. toes curling from the childhood nickname. liar. greedy.