#( Elias || drabble )

[cod-dump]

more avatar/call of duty au:

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Price's clan being one of wanderers, people who never had much family, orphans, those affected by the RDA's destruction of Pandora.

The clan took in many who were alone, Price being one of these orphans who was raised, his own clan being killed off by sickness. Price eventually became someone the People looked to and valued, He wasn't Olo'eyktan but a warrior.

Ghost being Reef Na'vi raised by the Forest Na'vi of Price's clan. He's very notable to the RDA scientists for this and they always wondered how he ended up with the Forest Na'vi instead of with another reef clan.

While Ghost is rather large he's very agile and quiet. Unsurprising he's the best swimmer out of the clan and did a lot of fishing and gathering from waterways. He does miss the sea but hasn't made the effort to return, rather stay with Price and the clan that took him in.

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The Ghost Clan are Forest People, living in the plains primarily. Elias moved them there, after the forest they lived in for generations was burned down. That is where his mate died, and his children and people will not suffer the same fate.

They live in caves, sometimes in tree groves. They move often, the hunters do. The children, elderly, live in their most secure camps. Elias' sons spent their lives in the forest until their early teens, then being moved to the plains.

Hesh took on the role of Logan's shadow. He's very protective over his brother and is quick to jump to his defense. Logan was much too curious to stay where it was safe, so Hesh didn't really have a choice on leaving his brother alone.

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Graves' avatar mercs are primarily Forest Na'vi, but he's been investing in Reef avatars. Graves has his own avatar, this avatar being one of the older ones that were first developed for the Avatar Program. He funds a lot of it, meaning Laswell often has to listen to him.

[beheldandcompelled]

Elias always found excuses to touch Jon.

When Jon was first hired, Elias welcomed him with a soft touch to his elbow. He saw Jon's arrival as his gift from the web and had to reach out, almost to see if it was real. Jon wasn't a fan, but let it slide.

As Head Archivist, Jon met frequently to go over progress reports with Elias, who'd often find a way to touch Jon's arm. Jon started finding a weird comfort from it, knowing he was in good standing when Elias found an excuse to make physical contact.

After the discovery of Gertrude's body, Jon's paranoia escalated. Elias read Jon's mind, learning that his slight contact was enough to bring him out of a spiral. Jon would barge into his office, blaming the staff for any reason at all for any suspicious acitivities in the Archives. Elias would stand up, thank him for his time, and place a hand lightly on Jon's back to guide him out the door. He felt the worry in Jon's mind ease, and he knew his Archivist had no idea why.

Jon's powers grew so strong so quick. Every time he accidentally compelled someone, Elias rewarded him with physical contact. His touches were always subtle, a pat on his back, a light touch to his arm, or on rare occasions he would find a way to move Jon's hair out of his face. Reading into his mind, Elias saw Jon still had no idea why he was so comforted by the gestures. But he knew they told Jon he was good. Even after Elias confessed to killing Gertrude and Leitner, Jon still sought out Elias' approval.

Not being able to touch his Archivist while in prison was torture for Elias. He saw that Jon's hair had gotten so long, and he was desperate to comb his fingers through the unkept mess.

When Elias revealed to Jon how perfectly his plan worked, what he made him, and he couldn't touch him, it almost soured the bringing of their new world.

Elias watched Jon make his way to London, seeing how beautiful he'd become. It still hurt that he was so out of reach. When Jon finally woke Elias up, he couldn't help himself but to reach out and touch his Archivist.

Of course Jon finally returned the contact. And although it was Elias' last moments in his perfect world, it finally felt complete.

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

last minute changes - e. pettersson (xmas drabble)

summary: some last minute changes to christmas travel plans leads to the realisation that it's your first christmas together

warnings: swearing, brief mention of someone injured from a car crash, fluff

word count: 1.9k

Elias woke up a little lonely, the spot on your side of the bed cold under his touch and the sun streaming through the small yet entirely disturbing gap between the curtains. With his aching muscles from the game yesterday, waking up in a bed by himself when he’d become so accustomed to you still sleeping, he felt a little sad.

He didn’t know why; it might have had something to do with the the fact that it was nearly Christmas and he knew that in a few days he’d be left in a cold apartment by himself, completely devoid of your presence and knowing he’d have to face endless questions from his family because everyone was bound to ask about you – he most definitely was not looking forward to that. Of course, he’d still celebrate with everyone, even invite a few of his teammates, but it felt like an absolute joke that he’d met you earlier this year and that you’d already had plans to visit your family in Montreal (not that he could blame you in any way). 

It sort of felt like one thing after another, and not even the team’s point streak could numb the little ache and tightness in his chest.

God, when had he become so soft? 

He supposed it was when he met you; you spoiled him with so much care and affection that it felt like someone had ripped out his soul the second he stopped receiving it.

He rolled his eyes, huffing and turning his head to face the door so he didn’t have to look at the empty side of the mattress — which had very quickly and swiftly become your side. 

He could hear your voice down the hall, his heart rate picking up at the way it seemed to get closer by the second, anticipation humming through his veins. He peeled open his eyes, too warm and too snug to even contemplate moving because — fuck, what were you doing up at 7.41 on a Sunday morning?

You didn’t work on Sundays and he didn’t have a game: days like that were for lie-ins and breakfast in bed.

“Okay, thank you.” You rounded the corner, ending a phone call as you poked your head into the bedroom. Almost instantly, Elias felt himself perk up. His eyes opened wider and he raised a questioning brow as you wandered over to him in a pair of socks and your PJ’s and a hoodie, placing your phone on the bedside table, “Good morning.”

You took a seat on the edge of the bed, leaning a hand on the other side of the mattress so you could look at him properly. 

He shook his head, not saying anything and you couldn’t help the furrow that seemed to fight its way between your brows at his reaction. He was on his back, the duvet pulled right up to his chin and not smiling but not quite frowning.

He wasn’t giving much away, and even though you knew it was meant to be perceived like that, meant to get you to ask a question, you still fell for it.

“No?” You asked, quirking a curious and mildly amused brow.

Elias usually wasn’t much of a talker in the mornings, at least not until he’d eaten and had a drink and a few minutes of quiet, so this silence wasn’t unusual. In fact you’d come to expect it in the last ten months.

He shook his head again, before patting the mattress next to him with an expectant gleam in his eye, his hand lifting the duvet up slightly.

“I can’t, I need to talk to you about something.” 

His jaw clenched at your words and you had to look away briefly to stifle a smile behind your hand, and when you looked back at him there was something a little harder in his gaze, a recognition that your tone meant something more serious than protests for show instead of an excuse to touch the other even more (he’d drag you under the covers and pin you down for longer cuddles and you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy it).

“We can talk. Just get in first, I’m cold.” 

You eyed the duvet pointedly, clearly sceptical about his reasoning, but you’d found you had a rather difficult time of ever saying no to him, especially when it was something as soft as this. So you climbed over his gangly limbs, not bothered to shed your hoodie before sliding under the covers from where Elias had lifted them up for you, and you found yourself rather comfortably on your side facing him.

Except the second your eyes seemed to focus on him  too close, you both breathed a laugh and backed off a little – but not too far. Still: close enough that you could feel just how much of his previous statement was a lie; he was practically radiating heat, and it barely took a matter of seconds before your chilly clothes were warming up.

He sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but before you could inquire as to the change of attitude, he beat you to it, “Now it’s a good morning.”

“Did Quinn get this treatment when you lived together?” You teased, unable to help the way your cheeks warmed – and not from a change in temperature.

Elias rolled his eyes, “He wishes he did.” 

“Sure.”

“What did you want to talk about?” The smile seemed to slowly fade off his face as he changed the subject, eager to get it out of the way so he could put his conspiracy theories behind him.

You swallowed, feeling a little nervous, “I got a phone call from my parents this morning at about half-five–”

“You’ve been awake since half-five?” He echoed, a concerned urgency in his eyes as he clearly zeroes in on the more pronounced bags under your eyes.

Because of the adrenalin, you hadn’t initially felt the exhaustion of only getting four hours of sleep, but now the high had worn off and you were wrapped up in bed, you could begin to feel the telltale tingle of the need to sleep start to kick in.

You just nodded at his question, “And my mom’s sister got into a car accident, and she’s fine, but she’s broken, like, an ankle and an arm, so she can’t do everything by herself, and my parents are now in Levis looking after her, which meant if I got on a plane to Montreal there’d be no one there.” You snuck a glance at Elias out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he’d managed to catch onto where you were headed, but he remained pretty stoic – and you rather had the feeling it was to not get his hopes up, “And instead of changing my flight to Québec City, my mom suggested I stay in Vancouver for Christmas and that my parents would both fly down here for New Year’s instead, and by that time, my Auntie’s friend should be there to look after her.” 

There was a fractional twitch to his eyebrow.

“I just wanted to run that idea past you–”

“Yes, please.” 

You blinked.

Elias was smiling now, but actively making an effort to try not to smile too much by sucking on the inside of his cheeks, and the scene was just so odd that you couldn’t help laughing at him.

“You don’t even know what I–”

A toasty hand clamped over your mouth and you smiling into it, watching his eyes shut dramatically, “You don’t have to say anything for me to know what you were about to ask.”

He opened his eyes, removing his hand before you had the chance to lick his palm, “What was I going to ask?” You asked, pulling the duvet up higher from where his motions had dragged it down, the cold air now seeping back under your hoodie.

“You were going to ask if you could spend Christmas with me.” He shrugged, “And right now that just sounds like…” he sighed, “The best thing ever.”

At that admission, warmth seemed to seep into your bones and you pressed your face further into the pillow to hide the blush you were sure had just absolutely rampaged across your features. You didn’t think it was possible to have the tips of your ears burn after that simple statement from Elias.

“Just right now?” You murmured, watching the way he seemed to frown even with his eyes shut; the corners of his eyes crinkled in distaste and his mouth quirked downward, before he opened his eyes once more, seeing the teasing smirk on your face. At that, he seemed to relax.

“All the time.” 

You swallowed nervously. Somehow Elias always had the ability to make you feel shy and render you speechless through his honest words. They always felt like a surprise; you’d be doing a load of washing and the last thing you’d be thinking about was what Elias thought of you in that moment, but he’d walk past and sing you compliments like he couldn’t help himself.

It made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

“Are you sure everyone else will be okay with me crashing Christmas?” 

Elias blinked, “The guys love you and my family won’t stop asking about you. If anyone has an issue they can get the fuck out of my house.”

You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at that, even despite the smile tugging on your face as Elias rolled onto his back, an arm around your shoulders tugging you into him. Your eyes seemed to close of their own accord, almost burning because of how tired you were.

Elias seemed to notice, dropping a kiss to the top of your hair and threading his fingers through the strands, twirling gently, the repetitive motions soothing you deeper into the pull of sleep.

“I’m gonna stay here for a bit longer.” You mumbled into the soft cotton of his top, feeling him tug the duvet further up to tuck it under your chin with a tender care that made you smile.

He laughed softly to himself and you looked up at him, a little confused, “Stay forever.” He whispered jokingly.

You shook your head, unable to mirror the infectious cheesy grin on his face, “Geek.”

Whenever you sat him down for a mandatory film night (“You mean you haven’t watched ‘Notting Hill’?”), he always seemed to find opportunities to reference his favourite quotes, and you couldn’t quite figure out if that was because he enjoyed the film or if he was teasing your enthusiasm a little.

Either way, you weren’t really complaining.

He placed a palm on your head, encouraging you to put your head back down on his chest, “Nerd.”

You moved the arm curled under your chin to drape across his torso, using the leverage to hug him closer, but before you could even consider retaliating to his comment, the palm on the back of your head moved to cover your eyes. The warmth and added darkness seemed to elevate your fatigue even more.

“Best Christmas ever.” Elias mumbled, his chest rumbling as he spoke softly so as to not disturb you too much.

It hadn’t even crossed your mind it would be your first Christmas together.

[literary-motif]

Dear Mom

Elias x Reader

Elias stands on the roof, peeking through his trusted telescope lens. August is his favorite month. The constellation most important to him hangs high in the sky, and as he lets his gaze linger on the eight stars making up Sagittarius, he cannot keep the memories of his mother from overwhelming him.

He misses her — so much.

He wishes you could have met her. He wishes she could have had the chance to meet you, the person dearest to his heart.

At least with her constellation above him, he can pretend she is watching over him, observing you from afar.

[sinfulforrest]

dinner dates with Eli tend to be...messy, but there's a good selection of food at least?? if you're ungrateful, you might find yourself on his plate! so eat up~

More Elias posts can be found on his masterlist!

[smowyashe]

Logan had just finished dinner, walking outside to take out the trash. Hesh was upstairs probably gaming or talking to his new girlfriend (or was it a boyfriend this time?).

Just as he turns to walk back inside, a low growling catches Logan's sharp ears. It wasn't unlike that of a dog's, but not quite wolf either.

Quick reflexes kick in and Logan finds himself holding out a broom, his eyes sweeping the area. Riley was out with Elias, no one else around here had dogs. So what...?

Another growl cuts through the November night and Logan tenses, cool air catching in his throat.

Shadows morph into fur and a rush of wind is all Logan feels before the... well whatever that was, disappeared.

After a few more seconds to determine that it was well and truly gone, Logan walks back inside shaking his head.

Hesh sits on the kitchen counter eating cereal from the box. An eyebrow raise from Logan has Hesh rolling his eyes.

"Dude, I got hungry," is the only explanation he provides.

The door opens and Riley runs in, jumping up to greet Hesh first and then Logan.

The rest of the night flies by and Logan almost forgets about the thing outside.

Almost.

[elliewlums]

“i’m sorry i couldn’t be there” with regulus? <3

content warnings: angst, argument is vague on details (reg missed something important to r and she’s upset), fem!reader, sirius is there and also he’s confused hahaha, ambiguous ending that leans towards being happy

sirius black is puzzled. not so much by the fact that you’re using him as a human shield to hide from your boyfriend— his brother — but the fact that you’re this close to him despite your mild dislike towards him. he’s not sure what regulus has done to upset you quite to these proportions, but he knows it must be bad if you’re willing to remain in his personal space for this long. you’re undeniably akin to a cat in that respect; you like him, and then you don’t anymore, and then you generally want to claw his eyes out.

regulus isn’t far behind, striding down the hallway as his mouth opens to ask sirius where the fuck his girlfriend is; before he can respond, you’re delivering a sharp pinch to his lithe back and shrinking in on yourself to avoid detection.

“no, haven’t seen her,” he says, hisses through his teeth, really, as he jabs his elbow back to dislodge your cruel fingers. regulus merely raises an eyebrow and reaches behind his older brother to grab your wrist.

you’re crying before your face emerges from behind sirius.

“c’mere,” regulus says. his tone is sharp but not cruel, firm enough to have you reluctantly stumbling towards him. you push your lips out in an unconscious pout and sniff, your body tense and wound tight in his arms.

“‘m not talking to you.”

“yes, you are.” you grumble something less than polite and rub at your eyes with the backs of your fingers. your boyfriend is quiet as ever, soft and calm as he smooths slender hands over your neck and shoulders. “i’m sorry i couldn’t be there.”

you wriggle in his grip. “no, you’re not. you always do this.”

“sweet girl, i wanted to come.”

“i needed you.” your voice cracks and you crumble and sag in his arms, defeated. “reggie, i needed you and you weren’t there.”

“i’m sorry,” he murmurs. his lips are warm against the crown of your head. “i’ll make it up to you. i promise.”

your chest feels heavy like it’s weighing your entire body down. regulus never recalls seeing you so sad before. he doesn’t know how desperately you crave his attention, his approval. you needle your way further under his arms despite yourself and sigh; he scrubs his hands over your back in rough, sweeping motions until you’re putty underneath him.

“you promise?” you ask, soft and tired and a little limp.

“i promise.”

[traveller-of-the-knight]

Blind Reflections

A fanfic about Jake having a great group of friends and daddy issues, also I ship him with everybody

This is a teaser of my fanfic, so not a full chaper

characters: Jake Lockley, Matt Murdock, Karen Page, Foggy Nelson, Jessica Jones, Elias Spector

tags/warnings: This is a general fanfic, but it leans mostly on the angsty side, nothing too angsty on this teaser though. Also no beta read, just the gang being very potective friends and Jake having dady issues because duh. Also I mention Judaism but I am not Jewish.

The reason I am posting this is so people who are interested in the fanfic to comment on the post so I can notify them when chapter one drops.

Words: 900

Chapter name: Elias Spector

The man on the other side of the door with dark curls and wet hair was holding his phone tightly.

There was a knock at the door, nobody knew where they were living here except-

“I’m sorry I didn’t know where else to go” Elias Spector said.

Foggy took a step backwards to let him in again but nobody else moved, they just stared at him, he is not a threat, at least not for them but they wouldn’t do that to Jake, or the others, especially not Karen who was blocking him like a protective mother.

Elias realized his unexpected visit wasn’t enough to be welcomed so he proceeded to explain “Someone broke into my house, they, they started a fire, I was supposed to be there! They were going to kill me, please I need to know what’s going on, what is my son involved in, who are you people? Let me in, I have a right to know! You don’t-”

“Karen…” Matt said. “We have to let him in.”

Karen hesitated but was surprised when she looked around and everyone looked welcomed.

“Not for long” she said and moved to allow him to enter.

“Thank you, thank you really!”

“Don’t thank us yet” Matt added as they guided him to the living room and Foggy filled him a glass of water, putting it in front him, in the center of the coffee table.

“So, when did this happen?” Asked Jessica, who by the looks of it wasn’t happier than Karen to allow him to be there.

“The police called me twenty minutes ago, when I was gathering my things at the hotel. Who would do such a thing? Haven’t my family suffered enough?”

“Sir, is there anyone you know that would have the motive to do that?”

“No I-”

“Look, you’re… it doesn’t have to be connected to your son’s life choices, who we still as we told you before know very little about.” That was of course now a lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

“What she means is…” Matt interrupted “you’re a Rabbi, there are many antisemitic organizations and individuals we need to look into.”

That seemed to have offended Elias “Never in the last twenty years my community has suffered such an attack! We live a peaceful life and just because we’re Jewish doesn’t mean, everything has to be connected to it!”

“But you are Jewish…” Jessica added, not giving a shit if she angered him more.

“And my son is an international criminal!” he finally yelled, making the others look at each other, hopping his son was still asleep, Karen stood up and went to check on him.

“Sir you don’t need to yell we can hear you clearly.” Matt commented, as he indeed was hearing him, more that clearly, over the sound of his heart and his breaths incoherently leaving his mouth, making each syllable sound different, to him. The anxiety and the fear made him sound like if he had just run a marathon, feelings that overcame the furry that had started to raise.

“You can hear me? Because I think you can’t! Two different people have come to me in the last ten days looking for information about Marc; urgently! And I know my son hasn’t made the brightest choices or the best connections, I am not a fool I know who he is, he is dangerous, and I will not allow him to bring any more pain to my family.”

The bedroom door squawked slightly open but closed with force immediately, making everyone turn around.

“Sorry, I’ll be back in a second!” Karen said from the other side but Matt had heard the entire conversation behind the closed doors but he didn’t have to, he knew exactly what was going to happen so he excused himself to go help Karen.

“What family?” Jessica asked, looking straight into his eyes. “It’s just you, isn’t it?”

“Jessica-” Foggy tried to stop her before she made him yell again but the door opened, this time nobody was hiding the person behind it.

Elias stayed still, he put his glass down and slowly stood up, without breaking eye contact with the door. He rubbed his fingertips together just like Steven uses to do. He would have looked down in shame, if he wasn’t so surprised, or maybe we wouldn’t realize why he should feel ashamed. No matter how anyone was feeling, the truth was, Elias Spector was standing in the middle of the living room, his son avoiding his look from across the room, only stealing a couple of glimpses, as hard as he tried to stop himself, just to make him realize that what’s happening is true and not just some voice, some distant memory of nightmare echoing in his head.

“M, Marc.” Elias tried to ask but it came out less that a question and more like an announcement, a deduction.

His son from across the room stayed still like a pole, looking at the fine details of the carpet, probably counting all the red flowers. His hands and feet where running cold and he forced himself to speak in the coldest more distant way possible but his voice was still shaking with all of his feelings in the end of every second word.

“I have a house in the west side of the state, you should be safe there, I’ll inform a friend to stay with you, now leave, go back to your hotel.”

That's it folks, comment if you want to read more

[destinedtobeloved]

Kristen meets Takeshi for the first time at Alcatraz. He has the same face as Ryker- almost the same smell (minus shitty soap and the rancid floatation gel), the same clothing- everything.

But she looks into his eyes and they are different. His facial expressions are different, and the way he moves is different. It makes her cringe.

They meet, and Takeshi Kovacs scowls and scoffs and makes snarky comments and Kristen almost wants to yell, 'fuck you and fuck this case, and why can't you just be who I wanted you to be?' but when she looks into his eyes, they aren't mean or filled with malice like she had expected, contrary to his venom-filled words.

His eyes droop and are filled with a sadness not even 250 years can clear from a heart that isn't even yours.

'I don't think your mean,' she whispers to herself quietly when she finds him sprawled on the ground in the alleyway, his body slick with sweat, a strange aura surrounding him.

And she looks down at him, frowning when she sees his goddam pretty face again, and she cries later that night for the unfamiliar expression of confusion that's plastered there when he sees her.

'You have sad eyes.'

[cod-dump]

More Avatar/Call of Duty now that I thought about it even more:

The Ghosts would be a whole clan, no avatar drivers. They're incredibly adaptive to the RDA's intrusion to their land and after a few of their people were killed, their Olo'eyktan Elias (will figure out Na'vi names on a later post) decided he will learn the Sky People's ways in order to fight them off. Fight fire with fire.

He would do this after Hell's Gate as the RDA attempt to expand their reach across Pandora.

The Ghost Clan is aggressive towards humans, especially after Elias lost his mate and Tsahík of their clan. He became very protective of his sons as well and like most of the youth of the clan, they were trained on human weapons since very young.

Rorke (taking inspo from the game) was a young warrior who was curious, even obsessive, over learning about the RDA. He would end up getting captured while he led a hunting party purposely into the RDA's reach, all to hopefully learn more about them.

Elias had a choice to either save the hunting party or go after Rorke. He chose the hunting party and Rorke never forgot or forgave him for being abandoned.

Rorke would abandon his Na'vi ways. The RDA experimented on him and severed his queue, forever isolating him from Ewya and the world he allowed himself to be taken from. Growing mad, Rorke would set out to destroy his former clan, for revenge to allow himself to become one with the Sky People.

[galesdekariios]

Faerûnian 29-day Writing Challenge: Day 1

Prompt: What was Tav doing when they were abducted? (Elias)

Elias sat comfortably at the bar, watching his company play happily on stage. It was a normal night for him, traveling with a few wayward musicians, playing and drinking at any bar that still took them in. Occasionally, he’d sleep with the first man or woman who’d throw themselves at him. It was a great life for a bard.

He watched as Briar, his half-elf companion, traveled through the crowd. He watched as she moved from person to person, her hands traveling their body as she sang loudly and proudly. They were completely mesmerized by her beauty to notice what she was doing. He knew exactly what she was doing. It was a trick he’d taught her from his time on the streets. She was causing a small distraction, keeping their eyes from her wandering hands that carefully snatched their prized possessions.

Briar slowly moved through the crowd, joining Elias at the bar. She had a sweet smile on her lips as she gently ran her dainty fingers across his chest. His shirt was a fine silk, a deep v-neck cut that exposed a great portion of his chest. Her skin was soft, and he felt himself twitch slightly at the feeling. 

“Briar,” he drawled, a small smirk forming on his lips. His eyes met hers, and she smiled playfully. She continued drawing small circles on his chest, and to be frank, he enjoyed every moment of it. “Don’t be such a tease.” His words were like a soft warning, yet he couldn’t help but want her to keep toying with him.

There was no denying Briar was a beautiful woman. She had these dark doe eyes and deep red hair that flowed slightly past her shoulders, pulled back in a loose braid with small flowers within the braid. Elias has had his eyes on her for a while but never acts on anything. He typically wasn’t the one to mix business with pleasure; their time together was a temporary partnership.

“Calm down, Elias. I can feel your heart beginning to race,” she teased, patting his chest lightly. She took his wine goblet from his hand, bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip.

“You could’ve asked,” he said, chuckling softly at her actions. She wiped at the corner of her lips, and a sultry smile slowly formed. 

“I prefer to take. It’s more fun that way.” Her voice was softer, yet he could tell the hidden meaning behind her words. During their time together, Briar never hid how she felt about him. She found him attractive, as he felt about her. She was more open about it, to hells with their business relationship. She typically only cared if she got a good lay, and those were sometimes hard to come by.

“I can’t help but think there’s more than just wine you want,” he teased, biting his lip slightly. His hand trailed down her arm, rubbing gently. She felt shivers run down her back and a growing need deep within her. She smiled, leaning closer as she brought her lips to his ear. 

“Meet me around back,” she whispered before giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. She pulled away and disappeared into the crowd. Elias stood there, a large smirk plastered on his face.

“Hells,” Elias cursed under his breath. He wasn’t one to break his own rules, but for Briar…he was willing to make an exception. He reached into his pouch and tossed some gold coins onto the bar. He took his time leaving, not wanting to seem too eager. He walked out of the tavern and made his way through the alley leading to the back.

But unfortunately for him, he never got to sleep with the beautiful half-elf. 

[lunarxdaydream]

( pt. 2 - meanwhile ... )

“What an odd dilemma.”

There has never been a time he desired more than this instance to throttle that man. The grin that spread reflected more intrigue, perhaps tailing into humorous territory rather than genuine concern for the pair locked outside their realm.

But what else is he to expect from Kaval?

Half the time the fae probably wondered how to get each of the generals under the knife for the sake of his debauched curiosity.

“Is there no way to force it?”

He knew it was a stupid question. After all, it wasn’t their realm that sealed the entrance.

Nonetheless the Captain could not help but to turn the issue in his mind. Last he heard, all was well within Seelie’s borders. Anna came and went as she pleased. His sister found nothing of note to indicate such a dramatic shift. Surely the King had enough reason in him to discuss matters than take hostages and create friction among the realms.

Fingers run through golden hair as he fell back into the chair in Kaval’s laboratory. Jars of varying colors line the walls; objects of who knows what floating within and labels scribbled in fading parchments glued to glass. Plants across the wall are pinned taut on cork; a layer of crystal protecting them from a collection of dust. Between the faint smell of medicinal herbs boiling over the open fire and spilled ink, the decay of dissection is momentarily allowed reprieved to his already frustrated senses.

He had known Loraine to arrive late on occasion, but this was out of the norm. Perhaps, he foolishly assumed, she took a late-night shift after rest would not come. It was not until he passed the generals’ quarters that something was amiss. Where fragrant lavender and golden tip tea would wander through the door, only smoke lingered.

An earlier start, he told himself as he picked up the pace.

For surely his sister had found it necessary to burn off some energy in preparation of the day.

Yet at the center of the division one training grounds, it was not Loraine who ran the drills but Zauriel.

“Shall I inform Her Majesty?”

He swallows back a groan. Dread and irritation swirling as his gaze fell back on the sapphire bulb floating on the researcher’s desk.

“… No,” He pauses before inhaling a breath. Features harden; the storm within forced into silence.

“I will.”

[landofspaceandrainbows]

So, I got somewhat inspired by @dcartcorner 's drawings, especially there reset: elsewhere AU, and also all of their many artworks centered around the "evil old men" group, Elias, Simon, etc. So this is a bit of fluff, particularly coming from thinkin' about this painting.

AO3 Link

Just a note, this is mostly fluff:

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Elias looked down at his gifts and thought.

Peter had been taking far too many lessons from Maxwell. Too many. Whenever Elias had a gallery show or a library event, any sort of fundraiser really, Maxwell always tried to keep in touch and send some present, and this was no different. Always some piece of jewelry, black beaded and fillagreed, sitting sweet and innocent in it’s box with a card saying “for your love of knowlege.” And the pendant would sit in it’s jewelry box all innocent, an open eye, but as soon as he went to put it on, the eye would swing closed with gravity. Cufflinks, bracelets, it was the same every time.

(Really, this was no different, with the pendant of polished warm rose gold with a fringe of jet, jet and pale glass beads worked into the chain.)

And here was a little cardboard box from Peter, A lovely scarf, silkscreen printed with a crisp pattern of eyes, but of course they were tiny, so a few steps away and it just looked like a swathe of near to white fog to wrap around his neck. The scarf was broad, though silky, and it spread back out again when he let go of it with his fist. The card: “To reveal what is beautiful and conceal what is not.”

Elias 's eye squinted under his glasses and he whispered "Note: is Maxwell's humor catching?"

But if it was contagious, he knew to keep looking. And there was the second box from both of them, Max and Peter. And the little round tins of tea and coffee, only slightly chilled in the indoor air, made up for a lot.

And of course, the card had a little "to be continued" pointing towards the back. "Kidding, this hides what only Simon and Peter should see."

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(anyway, hope everyone is having a nice season!)

[sinfulforrest]

having fun doodlin some Elias bits n pieces, so expect some actual proper doodles of him soon....here's a lil sneaky peek of what ive got cookin! >;3c

I can't wait to unleash this greasy freak incel loser out properly hehe, I can tell I'm gonna have fun with writing and doodlin stuff about him!! >:D

[destined-if]

You take his face into your hands, and he melts into the contact. His eyes are fond, his movements soft.

And then, you kiss him. And it's so different.

It's sloppy and messy, a type of kiss that leaves your lips stinging as you try to catch your breath. He kisses like it's the last time you'll ever touch each other, like he'd die without you, like he needs you to breath. His hands grip your back, greedy fingers digging into your shirt as you lean further into his chest.

i wrote this four days ago half-awake, sorry if its not good LMAO

[sonicprim3d]

Okay so...

Non-binding list of hypothetical muses I'd put on a hypothetical side blog for "side characters"

Lanolin

Elias Acorn

Nicole

Rotor

Scourge

Maw

Clove

Cassia

Mighty

Ray

Scrapnik!Mecha Sonic

Mimic

Plus some future plot characters