The knights of Walpurgis: Riddle Drama

Good influence

Months had passed since Cleo had become Evan’s girlfriend, and he had been doing his best to live up to his promise to be a good boyfriend.

He had been nothing but loyal, faithful, and devoted to her. He was almost like a different person from the shallow womanizer he had been before. He genuinely cared for her, and he was determined to make this relationship work.

Barty and Regulus had noticed the change in Evan. He was more mellow, more grounded, and more focused on his relationship with her.

Barty had playfully referred to her as a "good influence" on him, while Avery had muttered something about her being "just what he needed."

Evan himself was feeling happier and more content than he had ever been before. He had never thought that he was capable of being a good partner, but being with Cleo had unlocked a new side of him that he never knew existed.

He was still a bit of a cocky and arrogant smartass, but he had toned it down significantly. He had come to appreciate the value of a steady and committed relationship.

*Third person/ Y/N pov*

☆ミTime skip - They're in Rosier Manor in the kitchen

"Are you certain I won’t receive food poisoning?" Evan dubiously inspected your freshly baked cookies for the hundredth time. His sloe eyes were narrowed suspiciously, eyebrows furrowed. He untied your apron before hooking it on the peg and then hugged you from behind. Pressing you against the counter so he could peer pretentiously down his nose at the cookies.

Flour dusted his cheek, his lower lip still sticky with batter from licking it off the spoon. Even his hair was boyishly mussed, though his eyes glittered with delight. "Do remember how last time I grew tremendously ill after I ate that suspicious looking cake you made?" Evan asked as an afterthought, canting his head.

She snatches the cake from him and takes a bite. "Your loss"

Evan watched you grab the cookie and eat it out of his hands with a bemused expression, his dark eyes tracking the cookie until it disappeared behind your lips.

His mouth twitched into a smile, finding something humorous about your audacity. Then, he shrugged. "Oh well," he said airily. His grip loosened, hands sliding to your hips. "You're the one who'll be puking out your guts afterwards."

Evan’s eyes flickered from you to the cake in your hand, a halfhearted glare in his eyes. For a few seconds he just watched, before he reached out and snatched the object from you.

He huffed through his nose, taking a large bite out of the cake simply to make a point. Though the irritation melted off his face as it met his tastebuds. The delicious taste filling his mouth was enough to make him forget how irked he was.

He made an exaggerated sound of pleasure. "Well… that’s surprisingly good," he mumbled.

Evan finished the last of the cake, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He eyed you from the corner of his eye, as if to say ‘I suppose you were right’, but he was reluctant to admit it out loud.

He licked his lips, tongue chasing after the remnants of sweetness on his skin. His voice was less stern when he spoke, though still noticeably annoyed. "You have to tell me what you put in there. Tastes too good to be healthy."

"Armortentia"

He raised an eyebrow at your answer, looking genuinely surprised for once. He put down the empty plate, tilting his head at you.

"You put a love potion in a goddamn cake?" he asked, tone incredulous.

"Just for you"

Surprise turned into disbelief. He had expected it to be a joke, but instead, you were completely serious. Then, a smirk began to twist at his lips.

"For me, hm?" He stepped closer to you, hands on your hips again. He kept his tone as casual as possible, though there was a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "What for, darling? Trying to make me fall in love with you?"

"Yes"

His smirk widened into a cocky grin, his hold on you tightening. He pressed himself against you, chin hooking over your shoulder. His mouth was next to your ear, breath ghosting over your skin as he spoke in a low voice.

"Is that so, love? Trying to charm me, hm?" He chuckled, the sound deep and low and rich.

He kissed your neck, warm, soft lips brushing against your skin in a way that was anything but innocent. He nipped and mouthed at the spot before speaking again.

"Well, consider me seduced," he purred out, his voice dripping with a sultry charm. He took a step forward, guiding you with him so that your back was pressed against the counter.

"There's nothing in the cake"

Evan paused, his lips stopping just above the slope of your shoulder. His eyebrows creased together as he processed your words in slight confusion.

Then he leaned back to look at you, his mouth curled into a frown. His sloe eyes narrowed, searching your face for any hint of a lie.

"You’re messing with me, love?" he asked skeptically, his grip on you not letting up. "Seriously?"

"No potions in the cake. It was a prank"

Evan scowled, looking thoroughly amused and annoyed and betrayed all at the same time. When realisation dawned, he huffed, the sound almost like a scoff.

"You little tease," he muttered “You made me eat a whole goddamn cake over a prank? That’s low, darling.”

Yet, beneath the indignation, he was having to fight off a smile.