#evernight x reader

༄ words of affirmation:

sunday does this subconsciously most of the time, and if you repeat his prose back to him there's a good chance he'll grow rather flustered and start to think he's being corny. he can't help the honesty that you manage to pull out of him. in his more uninhibited moments, he'll simply ask if it's so wrong to make his desire for you known. hiding his attraction seems counterproductive to his goal of ensuring you're aware of the pure devotion for you running through his bloodstream, but there's almost zero chance you could ever question his love for you.

while ruan mei does inflict a lot of poking and prodding on you, it's not exactly in the intimate sense most of the time. instead, it's during these moments that she'll let all of her adoration for you slip between her lips while documenting results from testing. the more pliant you are, the more heated her gaze becomes and the words make your skin flushed in a way unrelated to whatever liquid she had you ingest. you're rather easy for her to soothe when you behave, and it's nigh impossible to deny yourself of being praised by someone with such high standards.

༄ physical touch:

feeling the heat beneath your skin is vital to jiaoqiu. both of you know why he values your touch like it gives him life, and the heartache is enough for it to not be mentioned in moments of pure intimacy. he adores the ticklish giggles that leave you when his tail brushes up against your thigh and can't help smothering you the moment after, pecking a million light kisses onto your cheeks, his fingers grazing across your face, feeling the smile that he wishes he could see once more. his ears twitch when your own hands move, intertwining with his and pressing a kiss to your joined fingertips. you almost miss the quietest thank you's from him as he indulges in the safety of your caress.

instead of a shadow, you have evernight trailing behind you at every possible moment. if she could make you feel every individual beat of her heart, she would. she wakes you with a kiss every morning, dances alongside you in the kitchen, holds you close while you walk down the street and observe the world. perhaps it comes off as desperate, but she can't imagine not always having you in arms reach. you can barely try on clothes in peace, her hands brushing up your bare stomach as she playfully nips at your collarbone. murmuring words about you being her dearest love, the manifestation of every blissful dream she's ever had, before sealing her lips against yours in a plethora of kisses that leave you feeling like you're in a dream of your own.

༄ acts of service:

the wonderful thing about mydei is that no act is too small or immature for him. he believes it's his purpose to support you in every situation possible, and if that includes using his arm to shade test 16 different shades of eyeshadow, then so be it. it's serious to him too, valuing any moment that you determine would be solved easier if he was around. he'll lift you with one arm to reach the top shelf, kill the bug lingering in the corner of the bathroom, drop everything to go to the markets and get you your favorite fruit when a sudden craving hits. please, rely on him for anything that you can think of. nothing brings him more peace than serving you properly.

your blade in the literal sense as well. were someone to see you browsing library books with a pensive look on your face, they could look extra carefully to see blade lurking close by, attentive for any threat to your safety no matter how unlikely the situation for such a thing might seem. trying to handle difficult tasks on your own almost seems like a slight to him, his eye twitching in irritation watching you clean the house on your own. if he's not the first person you call to solve any single issue, he's clearly failing and will demand to your face that you call upon him the next time you even humor the thought of doing something on your own.

༄ quality time:

anybody who knows anaxa would be rather surprised to hear he prefers for you to always be around. in reality, he quickly grows irate when you're apart from him for the slightest bit of time. he'd rather be tardy to something or postpone it and wait for you than simply start on his own, admonishing you for being late even though it's something he very much could do by himself. it's not uncommon for you to suddenly feel slender fingers tugging harshly on your wrist, dragging you away from whatever conversation you were in the middle of having and saying you were taking too long with no other explanation. if you bring it up though, he becomes rather silent, not giving you that satisfaction of admitting he seems to need you a bit more than you need him.

in a dream world, kafka could spend every waking moment with you. she wishes she could take you on dates without bounty posters with her face on it littering the streets, or dedicate lazy weekends curled up on a couch watching whatever tv show you're currently hooked on. sadly for her, that isn't the world you two live in. she's lucky to spend overnight with you interrupted before departing with a kiss to your pouty lips the next day. all she can do is promise that one day, when her script is complete and life is hers to live once more, that she will never leave your side for a moment again.

Cerydra

She just. Keeps you. Cerydra is the Imperator, her word is law; nobody's going to stop her when she orders you to be chained up and imprisoned in the room directly next to hers. So what if you hate her at the moment, so what if you feel betrayed?? She owns you now!!! She could have you executed if she wanted to, but she thinks you're far too precious to die. Since she cares for you, she's willing to hear out any requests you may have (aside from asking to be unchained). You want to go on a walk? Sure, but she'll have you on a diamond encrusted leash the entire time. You want to talk to your friends? Of course!! However, Cerydra will have Hysilens stand guard at the door the entire time just in case you get any grand ideas of being rescued.

She'll make an effort to spend more time with you so you can get used to the situation quickly; usually, she'll bring some tea and a chessboard to your room to play with you (or Hyselins if you refuse to indulge her). She lets you scream and cry and curse her name as much as you want when she's there; it's better to get it all out of your system in the early days, after all. There are punishments when you misbehave, of course, but they're rather light compared to what you know she could do if she really wanted to hurt you. Mostly, it's just non-fatal sparring with Hysilens until you're too bruised and cut up to move anymore. If you complain even after that, Cerydra says that you're just lucky she doesn't tell you to fight herself.

Hysilens

I think the first person to realize that Hysilens is a yandere is actually Cerydra. Not even Hysilens herself notices when her thoughts become obsessive, and her constant attention towards you starts to border on stalking. Cerydra would be concerned if it weren't so endearing seeing Hysilens (usually someone who enjoys her solitude) follow you around with the most gentle, adoring expression on her face. You would have to be very oblivious to not notice she's started following you like a puppy.. Though she thinks it's a little amusing if you don't realize she's pining for you. (In her head, it's obvious. Who else aside from the Imperator has she ever trailed after with such devotion???) Eventually, Cerydra gets tired of seeing her Knight Commander so distracted, so she offers you to Hysilens as a gift!! No, you can't refuse. :D

Hysilens is hesitant to accept at first; she doesn't want you to hate her. :( You're so cute, and she wants you to enjoy spending time with her! :( Eventually, though, her desire to see you every morning when she wakes up wins out against her respect for your autonomy. She doesn't chain you up despite the Imperator's insistence, instead opting to put a collar on you, with one of her scales as a charm so that everyone knows you are her beloved!!! You are off limits. Anybody who tries to take you away from her will be executed on the spot. You're free to go wherever you like during the day, but please don't try to run away! Hysilens will find you no matter where you go, and she really really doesn't want to confine you to her room for an extended period of time. You want to keep your freedom, don't you?

Dan Heng - Permansor Terrae

He feels like a gross freak for obsessing over you the way he does, but he won't even try to distance himself from you despite his feelings. It's simply impossible; Dan Heng thinks he'd surely splinter into a million pieces if he parted from you for even a second. His newfound beastlike instincts make him a hundred times more territorial and protective as well, he'll grumble at anybody that gets too close to you and is not above using his newly acquired height to intimidate others into leaving you alone. If you comment on his behavior, Dan Heng will simply say that he sensed something off about the person who he scared away. You really didn't notice? They definitely had ill intentions. Just trust him when he says he's trying to protect you, because in a way, he is. Not even HE'S sure what he'd do if you tried to tell him off for isolating you (he'd bite you. A lot.. and very hard), so better safe than sorry, right?

Aside from that, though, he's pretty chill for a yandere!!! If you can ignore him building you a nest in your bedroom, waking you up in the middle of the night to show you the pretty blue bird eggs he found in a nest near your house, and trailing after you like a giant puppy at all times. Oh, and keeping you wrapped up in the coils of his tail whenever he gets jealous of your mutual friends.. :/ He also manages to sneak certain items of his into the pockets of your clothes. Nothing he'll miss! Just a broken off piece of his horn, a scale from his tail.. Consider them tokens of his affection if you find them. Maybe turn them into earrings or charms for a necklace! He'd love that! Don't throw them away. If you throw them away, he will have to keep tearing off scales and breaking sections of his horns to give you until you accept them. <3

Evernight

Evernight is the kind of yandere that is very pushy and flirtatious in her own way (her definition of flirting consists of saying cryptic things and getting as close as physically possible to you), hoping that you'll “get the hint” that she's into you. She does think it's kind of precious if you don't realize you've caught her attention, but it's also a little annoying; how is she going to convince you to stay with her for all time if you don't even realize that she WANTS THAT?? She's patient in most things, but not in this. If you don't accept/acknowledge her adoration quickly enough for her liking, she'll be forced to take drastic measures. (She is going to kidnap you.)

- Furina -

Another one who gets wayyyy over the top about introducing you and helping you feel welcome. A huge chunk of it is simply out of habit, what with her being one of Fontaine's most theatrical residents and having hundreds of years worth of muscle memory burned into her. However, despite how silly it may seem, she actually does put a lot of thought into her behavior. Being the lover of a former Archon's a tough position to be in, after all. The least she can do is steal the spotlight and help break the tension a little; that way, your sweet little self can't get too worked up about being judged for your own quirks, whatever those may be.

- Hu Tao -

Like Furina, she is SO happy to do whatever silly nonsense it takes to make herself look weird for your sake. She also plain old enjoys showing you off. It's so cute how she pushes you in front of others with the goofiest grin on her face, presenting you like some sort of human show and tell. What's not so cute is her reaction if the other person's own isn't up to par. You won't see it with her hiding behind your back, but trust that the eerie glare she's throwing their way is more than enough to convince any sane man to change their tune in an instant.

- Xiangling -

Ohhh to be given special treatment by Xiangling... The minute you set foot inside the Wanmin Restaurant, she's already zooming over with your favorite appetizers in hand and dragging you to your designated spot to get to monching. And if it's a special occasion like your birthday? Oh my goodness does she go all out with the celebratory dessert—or in her case, every single part of the meal. Everyone better sing along each time, or she'll sneak some extra spice into their next dish!

- Alice -

Nobody in the world could stand out when placed next to her, but will that stop her from using her magic to try to make it happen? Heck no! She's casting spell after spell to help you shine, no matter how embarrassing you find her antics to be. Her methods are super effective—both due to her talent and, well... If her daughter's anything to go off of, that whole line about blowing the whole building up if they don't react as desired shouldn't be taken lightly. So they better play along, 'kay?

- Thoma -

THOMA ARGGGHGHH I FINALLY GOT AN EXCUSE TO WRITE ABOUT YOU

It's no secret that he's one of the sweetest guys in Inazuma, always happy to help support those around him. Why wouldn't he do the same for you? Thankfully for those of y'all that get shy about this sorta thing, he's one of the few on this list that has the tact to know not to go too far with it. Don't get me wrong, he still goes pretty overboard, but a stern look his way will get him to switch gears if needed. Speaking of stern looks, if he hears a single complaint about your frequent appearances at the Kamisato Estate from the other workers? They're getting the nastiest side eye in the world. Probably a thinly veiled threat too regarding their job security if they keep acting up.

- Sparkle -

Your first time meeting the Masked Fools is a full-on party because of her. Not like their hangouts getting a bit over the top is anything out of the ordinary, but still. I wouldn't be surprised if she made a literal bomb and used it to set Sampo and the others on fire if they don't reach a certain noise threshold. You think they're just really, REALLY happy to meet you, meanwhile they're sweating bullets as an ominous beeping noise rings out from under them—

- Aventurine -

His way of going about hyping you up is far more subtle, but by no means does that mean you'll feel any less loved. From his perspective, there really isn't any need for grand gestures of affection here. One well-placed hand on your waist and a pet name or two is plenty to get the message across: you're his special plaything, and anyone with a brain would know better than to treat a Stoneheart's darling like anything other than the most precious of gems.

- Guinaifen -

Heeellloooooo!!! This is Guinaifen we're talking about here. Of course she's going to be your number one hype man! Even on the most normal of days, she's constantly singing your praises to any poor bloke who gets caught in one of her yapfests, so you can imagine how she gets when introducing you to others. Her adoration is so pure and genuine that it's incredibly infectious as well, ensuring that all around her will hold you in similarly high esteem. Another Guinaifen nation W!

- March 7th -

March literally can't help but show you off every single planet y'all go to together. You can whine all you want about it after the fact, but no matter how many times you ask her to tone it down, she can't help it! You take your eyes off her for one second and suddenly she's chatting up some poor service worker and pulling out her favorite photos... which just happen to be photos of you two together. Hey, don't get mad! It's just proof that you're the cutest cutie in the whole galaxy.

- Evernight -

Most people are kind enough to not get too outwardly annoyed by March's ramblings, but you know how some people are. Maybe they insult her, or worse, push her and yell at her to back off. If that's the case... Well, Evenight certainly doesn't mind stepping in for a little while to give them a good scare. After all, it's already unforgivable for them to hurt March; the fact that they inadvertently insulted you in the process as well? Now that's just asking for trouble. At least they were kind enough to offer themselves as an example, that way nobody else in that room will dare make that same mistake.

- Argenti -

Pretty self-explanatory. No matter what kind of person you are or how poor your self-esteem may be, he earnestly believes—and therefore treats you—like you're beauty incarnate, inside and out. Singing your praises at every waking moment is practically a full-time job for him. All he asks for in return is for you to cease your bizarre obsession with shying away from his compliments. They're embarrassing, you say? But he's only telling you the truth... Perhaps he needs to be even more affectionate so you can get used to it?

- Takemaru -

One of the first that came to mind when I saw this prompt! He's so the sort to take his insecure partner and throw them into a confidence building training arc. Very reminiscent of how he treated Shouma in r0. He keeps screaming at you to do one more rep, except instead of physical exercise, it's just you screaming shit like "I am worthy of being loved!!!" while he cheers for you on the sidelines. It's incredibly annoying to everyone else in the academy, but he will NOT listen to any noise complaints. Sorry to all the light sleepers in there.

- Kurara -

As the future spouse of an Oosuzuki, you are not allowed to go around being all mopey and sorry for yourself! It would be a disgrace to her family name. So you better hold your head up high going forward, else you risk a swift jab of her elbow and a verbal warning. Of course, the hits and scorning are never too harsh when it comes to you. Those kinds of heavy hitters are reserved for the rest of the unit on the off chance they throw an unsavory comment your way.

In other words, Gaku's getting hit. A lot. Maybe one day he'll learn...?

- Moko -

Who's better suited to be your hype man than the pro wrestler herself? The moment you walk into a room, she's already got her voice booming loud enough that her silly yet charming intro speech echoes throughout its entirety. What's more, her status as the team's beloved mood maker ends up making her strategy rather effective. Some of the others—most likely Nozomi and/or Kyoshika—even join in on her shenanigans and cheer you on like a fighter entering the ring... despite it being the cafeteria. And 8 a.m. And everyone else being way too exhausted for that kinda stuff. Oops.

- Eito -

Admittedly, he can be a little too jealous of others getting close to you to want them to start acting super friendly with you. Still, he loves loves loves showering you with praise around the others. It makes it a million times easier to tolerate them when he gets to sneak sweet things about you into the conversation. That food he made for everyone? Well, you helped, so you deserve credit too! That smart idea he had? Actually, you were the one to come up with it first. He just fleshed out the details is all.

Okhema’s air always hums with light, yet in her presence it is unbearable — too bright, too divine. And tonight, your throat burns with thirst so fierce it borders on agony. You’ve gone too long without blood. You can hear heartbeats through the walls, feel every pulse like thunder. But none of them call to you like hers.

When Aglaea steps through the door, her gold-threaded gown glimmers like starlight woven into fabric. You can’t breathe.

She knows. Of course she knows.

“I can feel the tremor in your pulse,” she says softly. “You’re starving again, aren’t you?”

You turn away, ashamed. “I— I didn’t mean to. I thought I could control it. But now I can’t even look at you without—”

Your voice cracks.

Without wanting to devour that sunlight.

Aglaea crosses the floor, each step measured. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t show fear — only that serene, haunting calm that could unmake the world.

Her hand lifts your chin, tilting your face toward her. Her eyes are oceans of green-gold.

“You will not fall to hunger,” she murmurs. “Not while I still weave fate.”

Your fangs ache. The scent of her divine blood is maddening. You try to back away, but she catches your wrist, pulling you back with disarming strength.

“Look at me,” she says. “If your body must feed, then feed as one who honors, not one who devours.”

You freeze, trembling. “You’d really—?”

“I have shared my essence with gods and ghosts alike,” she says. “You are no monster, only one who has forgotten gentleness.”

When she presses your hand against her throat, her pulse thrums through her skin like a hymn. You do not bite. Not yet. You simply breathe. And in that heartbeat, her Coreflame flares — gold weaving into the air, steadying your mind.

You lean closer, trembling against her, and she whispers,

“Do not take. Ask.”

You nod, barely able to speak. “Please.”

Her smile is sunlight breaking through storm clouds. “Then drink… and remember that love is restraint, not hunger.”

You do — just enough to soothe the fire, never enough to wound. The gold in her blood hums through you, not as addiction, but balance — like silk unwinding from her fingers into your veins. When it’s over, you collapse against her shoulder, shaking.

Aglaea’s hands cradle your face.

“I will weave strength into you,” she promises, voice warm but firm. “You’ll never need to lose yourself again.”

And as her golden threads shimmer through the air, you believe her.

Cipher catches you mid-fall — literally.

You hadn’t meant to leap from the balcony. Hunger makes you stupid. Desperate. The moonlight burns your skin, your thoughts blur, and all you can hear is her heartbeat — that infuriatingly bright rhythm that sings through the night like music you can’t escape.

“Whoa, whoa— easy, batling,” Cipher laughs, half out of breath, half amused. “You planning to dive-bomb me every time you get the munchies?”

You groan, pressing your face against her shoulder. “I can smell your blood. It’s like… gold lightning.”

“Flattering,” she says, voice wry. “Also terrifying.”

You try to move away, but she holds you tighter. Her hands are warm — always warmer than you expect. You can feel her Coreflame pulsing beneath her skin: Trickery. Alive. Wild. It calls to you like a storm.

Cipher tips your chin up with one finger. “Hey. You’re shaking.”

“I haven’t fed in days,” you rasp. “Everyone’s afraid to let me close. And you—”

“Am irresistible? Yeah, I get that a lot.”

You glare weakly, but her grin softens. For all her mischief, she looks at you with a kind of fierce understanding. “You think you scare me, huh? I’ve shared tavern rooms with ghosts and outrun gods. If you need to feed, I’ll survive it.”

You hesitate. “It’s not that simple—”

“Sure it is. Just a nibble,” she says, flashing teeth. “But fair warning, I bite back.”

You laugh despite yourself. Cipher always does that — turns fear into play, hunger into motion. She offers her wrist, golden boot catching the moonlight.

When you drink — carefully, shakily — she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she talks through it, teasing:

“You’re shaking like a leaf. Relax. You’re doing fine.”

The taste hits like fire and starlight. You pull back, gasping, dizzy. Cipher steadies you, hand on your cheek. “There. That wasn’t so bad, huh?”

You whisper, “You shouldn’t make it look so easy.”

“Life’s easier when you laugh,” she says, brushing your hair back. “Besides, you need someone who reminds you you’re not just hunger.”

You lean against her shoulder. “And you need someone to remind you to slow down.”

Cipher grins. “Then it’s a deal, bloodsucker. You don’t chase me, and I don’t vanish on you.”

You chuckle faintly. “That’s not fair. You always vanish.”

Her voice drops lower, almost fond. “Yeah. But I always come back, too.”

You’ve seen Cerydra in battle — commanding, imperious, terrifyingly composed. But tonight, as she sits behind her desk with firelight reflected in her pupils, she looks more human than ever.

“You should have told me,” she says, her tone sharp but controlled. “You’ve been starving yourself for weeks.”

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you admit. Your hunger coils through your chest like smoke. “I can’t control it, Cerydra. The scent of your flame— it’s too much.”

Her expression softens just a fraction. “You think I can’t handle your hunger?”

“You’re law and order,” you whisper. “And I’m chaos.”

She stands. Her blue flame crown flickers brighter. “Then let the law guide the chaos.”

She approaches slowly, each step deliberate — regal, measured, terrifyingly calm. When she stops before you, she raises a hand to your chin, her voice low.

“You will not take from me without permission. But if you ask—if you trust me—then I will grant you control.”

Her words are power. Command. Comfort.

You breathe hard. “Please.”

Cerydra removes one glove, revealing her hand. “Then take only what you need. And remember who rules this flame.”

When your fangs pierce, her divine blood floods your senses — structured, precise, burning with logic and fury. It’s not sweetness; it’s iron and justice. You pull back too soon, afraid of hurting her, but she steadies you with one hand on the back of your neck.

“Good,” she murmurs. “You stopped when you chose to.”

You look up, trembling. “You’re not angry?”

“I am proud,” she says, and the words make you dizzy. “Discipline is not suppression. It’s choice. You’ve proven yours.”

Her blue flame brightens, wrapping you both in a faint warmth. “Next time,” she adds, “do not hide your hunger from me. We are not enemies. I will help you master it.”

You nod, breath shaky. “You always sound like a general.”

Cerydra smirks. “And you sound like someone who needs rest.”

She places a hand against your chest, steadying your heart with her Coreflame’s rhythm.

The world is quiet under the sky.

Under her gaze — firm, protective, unyielding — you feel peace for the first time in weeks.

You find her sitting among the ruins, her hair catching the moonlight, eyes like fading embers. She doesn’t turn when you approach — she already knows you’re there.

“You’re trembling again,” she murmurs. “The thirst hasn’t faded.”

“I can’t— it’s like drowning,” you whisper. “I keep dreaming of blood. And yours…”

You swallow hard. “Yours calls to me like a song.”

Evernight smiles faintly, sad but knowing. “Because it remembers. My blood holds memories, echoes of what was lost. And you…” she looks at you gently, “you carry too much longing.”

You sink to your knees beside her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she says. “You’ve always been careful, even when desperate.”

The silence stretches, heavy and soft. Then, Evernight offers her hand — ethereal, trembling like a candle’s glow.

“If it helps you find peace, then let me share a fragment of mine.”

You hesitate. “You’ll fade faster if you do.”

“I’ve faded before,” she says, smiling faintly. “It’s not so terrible.”

When your lips brush her wrist, it feels less like feeding and more like prayer. Her essence flows into you — cool, sorrowful, infinite. It doesn’t burn. It soothes. You see glimpses of her memories: laughter, loss, starlight, March’s reflection in her eyes. You pull away, tears streaking down your face.

“Why?” you whisper. “Why would you give this to me?”

“Because I remember what it’s like to hunger for something that isn’t yours,” she says softly. “And because I want you to remember… that even monsters can be gentle.”

She brushes your cheek with her thumb. “Don’t let the thirst define you. Let it remind you.”

You rest your forehead against hers. “What if I can’t stop wanting more?”

Her answer is barely above a whisper. “Then I’ll stay… until you learn to want the dawn again.”

The stars above flicker — dimming, then brightening. Her shadowy warmth wraps around you like a night tide. And in the silence that follows, you realize:

Evernight’s kindness hurts more than any hunger.

the door opens with a thunderous screech against the floor, startling you out of your own thoughts as phainon bounds in the room. he had left earlier to get you some "thinking drinks" as he calls them from the cafe a few buildings down, but in your self-inflicted anxiety you had mostly forgotten he was even coming back.

"sorry it took so long! they were out of the mango pineapple refresher at the campus one, so i went downtown to make sure i could get it for you," he says with a jovial tone while placing the drinks on the table, temporarily missing the funereal mood polluting the room. your silence is what attunes him to your tribulations and he makes his way to your side, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"talk to me, my love," he says, more reticent this time. the air is fragile, and phainon is willing to grant you the liberty to break it should you so desire.

the words get lost somewhere, because everything seems like nothing and you don't know where to start. things are half done because they rely on other projects you haven't finished yet, calls you haven't made, your professors asking more and more because they know just how capable you are and goodness, you don't want to disappoint anybody, do you?

phainon's eyes turn to your white board, intaking your incoherent scribbles and desperate pleas for a solution to present itself to you. there's so much here you hadn't even voiced being worried about, and he feels guilty for not ever thinking to check in. why didn't you ask him for any type of support?

"okay," he asserts while turning you to face him, decidedly not letting it go,"we're gonna solve this, alright? there's no reason you should be trying to do all of this on your own. i'm right here to help you."

"but you won't be next year," you concede, resting your head against his chest. "i'll be alone in this, and you'll be off somewhere being a real adult who's successful while your partner is still stuck worrying about how many science labs they have due next week and the budget for homecoming."

his eyes soften at the confession, and he kisses your nose while giving a humorless laugh. "how could you ever think you're alone in this? that just because i won't be here that i no longer care about your problems?" he asks while a pained expression briefly crosses his face. "i already have an excellent vice president lined up for you, i have binders of information i made, i hold every intention of being with you each step of the way, even if i can't be next to you at that moment."

his admission brings tears to your eyes and you pull him down for a kiss without thinking, slightly laughing at the way he instantaneously melts into it. when you part, he looks at you with hope in his eyes, questioning you, "are we good?"

"we're good," you smile, giving him another peck. "who's your shining star that's gonna put me to shame?

he looks comically betrayed at the notion of someone somehow outdoing you, causing some much needed genuine laughter. you knew he'd never try to shame you for the work you'd done for him the past few years, and truthfully, whoever was your replacement would be more of a downgrade than anything.

"nothing to worry about," he beams, squishing your cheeks between his palms. you blow raspberries at him in response, but he pays you no mind. "cerydra is extremely well learned and very reliable. she's be an incredible help."

the smile drops from your face at her name. while yes, she might be the most put together person you know and could probably run the whole council by herself, she's also the scariest nineteen year old you've ever met.

he takes notice of your worries and instead of being able to subdue them, even he knows trying to mitigate the extremes cerydra will go to for perfection is a task for naught. his expression morphs into something sympathetic, and you both have subjected yourself to the fate of the tyrant.

"… maybe i should come back next year."

༄ evernight:

the soft fairy lights of your dorm room flicker briefly as rain continues to hit the windows. your eyes briefly peek outside before landing back down on your girlfriend as she lays patiently beneath you while you sit on her waist. so pliant and eager to be used, you can't help but kiss the tip of her nose while she gazes lovingly at you.

while you originally had lured her in by "begging" for a beautiful girl to help with your doomed chemistry endeavors, your study session went off the rails no more than five minutes in due to the inability you both held to keep your hands off one another.

"guess you can't head back across campus to your dorm," you say with faux sympathy, dusting off your brush from doing evernight's eyeshadow. her hands deliberately glissade up and down the sides of your waist, their freezing temperature making you shiver in a way you find yourself enjoying.

she simply chuckles at you, staring up with love in her eyes, "truthfully, i can't say i was planning to," she admits, though you wouldn't have let her go without some guilt-tripping and she wouldn't have tried to fight at all. "i like my place here far too much to discard the opportunity."

digging for your colored liners, her words nearly make you stop. she'd always been content with being your shadow, following along, taking orders with too much eagerness. she'd never let you stray from her sight, yet refused to be the more attention grabbing of you two. you'd dragged her into corners and backrooms endless amounts of times to have your way with her, the sight of her flushed pink face despite her willingness being a sight you'd never grow tired of.

it made your heart pound more than you'd like to admit.

leisurely, you grind your hips against hers, relishing the way her words lodge in her throat and are quickly bypassed by a pathetic bleat. a snicker escapes you at how for such a genius, she turns into a simple mess every time you're around.

"you're mean," she sighs as you hold two different shades of eyeliner up to her face, squinting to try and imagine how they'd look. you shrug at her words with indifference written on your face. she's fun to tease, after all. besides, if you were any nicer she'd find it boring.

"the purple," you conclude and toss the other shade aside. leaning down, you swiftly give her a peck while opening the cap. she has other plans though, tightening her grasp on your waist before you can apply anything to her glittered eyelids. she tugs you back down for another kiss, losing herself instantaneously in the unmitigated desire that you inflict onto her. her tongue slides into your mouth with little struggle, causing her to faintly moan and squeeze you even harder.

you whine at how aggressive she's becoming, reminding her, "don't smudge anything, i worked hard." your words are muffled against her lips, but they wouldn't have been effective even had you tattooed them to her eyes. she turns you onto your back, breaking the kiss with a hint of displeasure at her own actions.

with a touch you must assume is reserved for angels, her palm ghosts your stomach while sliding your shirt up to your sternum. cold lips caress down your skin while your finger entangled themselves in pink strands, gripping tighter the further down she moves.

her nails lights scratch your hips as she begins to slide your sleep shorts down. her other hand fumbles around the bed for the purple liner that must've slipped from your grasp earlier — unsurprising, considering the current state of your mind. the cap rolls from the bed when she tears it off. an icy liquid glides across your lower abdomen, and you recognizing the familiar strokes of evernight's elegant script. the letters form in your brain when they trace onto your skin.

"so that everyone, all those friends of yours, anyone with an impure gaze," she murmurs as the final cross of a t completes her goal, "know just who's leash you hold."

e-v-e-r-n-i-g-h-t.

her nose nuzzles the inside of your thigh as you heavily breath out her name, closing your eyes for a moment before finishes pulling down your shorts to get your attention again.

"my darling, all mine," she chants breathlessly before resting her face between your legs.