#(elia is nonbinary!)

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

If I wrote a time travel au (Jon and Martin go back in time to first season archives after 200) where because of future intervention there’s a lot less trauma, and with less horrors to worry about past Jon begins to question his gender and starts experimenting with it- and it freaks future Jon out because ‘what tf do you mean I’m trans and never figured it out because Trauma????’

Would anyone read it?

[constanttea]

Employment Status: It's Complicated

Chapter Four: Close Enough to Touch

༻⋆ Chapter Five: Ask Again ༻⋆。

You hear your name called out with some exasperation as Jon has more to lecture you on. 

Always doing things wrong, but he doesn’t outright say that. He takes the statement from you after you stumble over a particularly hard to read section of handwriting. As if it’s your fault that Marie writes like she has bugs crawling up her legs. Her writing is crooked for the one and the r’s and n’s are practically indistinguishable from each other. 

You have only been struggling through this statement for a minute or so when he snatches it back from you. “You are not recording this,” he dismisses you without sparing you a glance. “Go have Martin make you tea or something,” his attention is already fixated on the statement he’s just freed from your grasp. You could be difficult with him, but it’s not worth the trouble. An excuse to get away. Tea. Maybe you’ll go visit with Elias since you have been dismissed so totally. 

It slights you a little, sparking an unpleasant knot in your chest. Shuffled from your old job to archives, shuffled around by Jon. You’re not meant to take it personally, but you certainly are. It makes you want to see Elias, which is also frustrating. Maybe bother him a bit. Fish into what exactly you’re doing in archives or how to deal with Jon because you are NOT getting along with him currently.

Your time in Artefact Storage had been quiet, yet it devoured all your attention.. Dangerous, sure, but it made sense. More importantly, you had fun. Then Elias plucked you out of it, set you down in Jon’s path, and smiled like he’d done you a favor.

Your feet carry you to the lift. By the time you press the button for Elias’s floor, you can already feel his attention on you. The sensation starts at the base of your skull, crawling down your spine like fingers pressing against your thoughts.

Clearly, he knows you’re coming. He should have expected it. What with the banter you two have been having anyway.

And yet, when you step inside his office, he still looks at you like he’s surprised. Like you’re something more interesting than expected.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asks, smiling in that way that makes it clear he already knows the answer.

You don’t answer him. Not right away. Instead, you close the door behind you and cross the room with a slow stalk, letting your fingers trail along the back of one of the chairs in front of his desk. He watches your approach, waits, expects, knows. Typical.

"You already know," you say.

Elias leans back in his chair, one hand clinging to his chin as if he is thinking, his other hand still poised over whatever paperwork you’ve just interrupted. He hums, feigning consideration. "Perhaps."

He sets the pen down, and you feel the shift before he even moves. His gaze rakes over you, and you recognize the way his eyes settle. The slow drag of it grazing here and there. He raises the now liberated hand and crooks a finger at you. A part of you wants to play difficult and act as if you don’t know what he’s insinuating or asking of you with the gesture. A part of you isn’t entirely sure what happens next. You slip around the desk, standing almost over him. Almost because, even seated like this, there is still something larger than life about him. 

His hand reaches out, fingers catching the fabric of your collar, and pulls. Your whole world tilts. Your mind is racing, taking in the glow of his desk lamp, the scent of old paper, and something older, sharper, distinctly him. 

You stumble into him, but he catches you. His lips crush against yours, swallowing the startled breath you let out. You grab at his shoulder to steady yourself, leaning into the heavy kiss, your teeth grate against each other in the desperation of it all. You pull yourself away from his gluttony with some difficulty. He looks almost disappointed, severely disappointed actually. A question sits behind his teeth, as you fish for air. 

He leans back, and you see him pulling away again. Something you refuse to let happen after this turn of events. You sink into his lap, your hand at the base of his neck to pull him in for another kiss. His hands find your waist, squeezing at you through the fabric of your clothes, pulling and grasping as if trying to assimilate your bodies together.

He gasps against your lips, pulling away this time. “This is…highly unprofessional. You’re–”

God, shut up already. You hold his chin, pressing your thumb over his lips, effectively expressing the already bold thought that flashed above the noise of the normal chatter. 

You lean in for another drink of his breath, a hand sliding over his chest. As the room spins around you and your thoughts fly out of your head, you feel the pace of his heart racing in his chest beneath your palm. You pull a hair’s breadth away from him, your breaths fanning and mingling in the space between you. His lips are bright from the onset of blood and shiny from your interactions. “My bad. Do you want me to stop?” You ask the question innocently, but the curl of your lips reveals it for the teasing comment it is.

His heart palpitations double-cross him just as well. He stares boldly at your lips, and his eyes meet yours again. Your face burns with the attention and the rising warmth between you. Sitting in his lap, pressed against him like this is something out of a piece of fiction. The acceptable amount of time for cooking up a snarky response is gone. There is a deep set satisfaction in you at having torn away his ability to come up with a quick response this time.

He chews on his lower lip, the room shifting around you. “No,” he gasps, as if the answer has been forced from him. His eyes are glossing over, his grip on you so incredibly tight. His face is more flushed than you have ever seen it. “I was wrong… when I said you are deeply inexperienced.” He licks his lips, “Ask me again.” 

The despair at the wait is evident in the pressure of his fingers digging into you, refusing to release you. This is strange, but you’ve witnessed more. You are strange after all. “Do you,” you press the lightest of kisses against the side of his mouth. “Want me,” another pause, another kiss, this time on his cheek, “to stop?”

He shivers beneath you, surrenders in a battle of wills you didn’t know you had been a part of. 

He smirks at that thought, turn of phrase, his tongue snakes out of his mouth for a moment. “It’s nice,” he whispered, “I can show you what it’s like.”

Then this–the feeling cradling the back of your skull making you feel light and airy–part of it’s because of the Watcher? He kisses just below your eyes, soft pecks before pulling away. “That was nice,” he says, “but you should probably go back to work.”

There’s a scowl that distorts your face at the sudden dismissal. So much rejection in this life. “Relax,” he murmurs, thumbs rubbing circles at your waist, “after work. It’ll be more comfortable, I promise.” You feel sickeningly codependent and self-aware as he comforts you. Right. You can wait that long for answers, for him. You waited this long already. 

He pushes you off him, but his eyes follow you as you step away. They follow you all the way out of the office, and probably continue to do so once you leave. Possessive much? You chew on your lip, ruminating over what just occurred. You really just got hot and heavy with your boss in his office. You were crowded onto his chair with him, on his lap, and you wanted to do it again.

The taste of his tongue is still fresh in your memory. Talk about employee benefits!

Chapter Six: Don't Look Away

Master Post

Taglist: @elf-punk, @s0ggyrats, @marichankitty

[inezrable]

You know me as Ezra, but here are some things i almost named myself

Mercury (as in Freddie)

Elias (as in Bouchard)

Conner/Connor

Crowley (yes as a first name)

Ford (as in Prefect)

Ix

Angel

Anthony

Neil (glad I didn't go with that one)

David

Michael

[astralscrivener]

voltrans lesbiandary degender

[colorpicked-pride-flags]

nonbinary flag colorpicked from this image of elias from clerks 2? :3 ty!!

The NON BINARY flag color-picked from ELIAS [Clerks 2]

[eliasbouchardofficial]

As the anon that sent the og ask, people need to stop acting like anything about Elias’ gender has changed!! >:C

All that I changed was their BIOLOGICAL sex. Nothing else. They are not suddenly a woman guys.

Poor Elias **Headpats**

Thank you! Having a bigger chest and all is fun, but people started calling me a woman like it's okay now, which it isn't.

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63649669/chapters/163149967

Word count: 2,00 or 2,308

please note, there is an optional wound-fucking scene in the second chapter, but the fic can be read as just the first chapter without it

Elias Leroux/The Red-handed Queen

Rating: Mature

The Regent of London is entangled with not just one, but two courts. Sometimes nightmares from one lead to a visit from the other.

claws, tongue piercing, wounds and wound-fucking, disembodied hands, nightmares, sleepwalking, dubcon, and rather a lot of blood.

[genderfluidratswitheyes]

thinking about how even when he literally physically ran away Jon still helped Elias not just start an apocalypse, btu even before that he still in a way nourished Elias. Because he needed to feed on statements to stay at least semi-well, right? And that feeds the Ceaseless Watcher. And the Ceaseless Watcher is also what keeps Jonah alive.

so despite running away and distancing himself, in a way, he was still helping keep Jonah alive.

[sinfulforrest]

some lil doodles I did of the THFL bunch whilst up the hospital visiting my dad x3

[fabled-table]

if so evil then why so gender envy?

[nbfandomgeek]

SCP OC!!

Ref

Realized I put sarred face instead of scarred face

Relationship Chart

More about them will be explained in a different post

[purplesimmer455]

Nancy then goes off to play on the monkey bars, and makes friends with a kid she meets named Elias West. Meanwhile, Riley helps Haruo climb and slide on the toddler slide, and Haruo really enjoys it. "Again, ren*!" He says, giggling. "Okay, okay." Riley says, smiling. Plus, Nancy runs into Elias' sister Heather and befriends her too. Heather chats with Nancy before she and her brother have to go home, and Nancy then heads off to find her parents. Riley grills up some burgers and the family has a quick lunch before Riley and Stephanie pack their kids back up in the (invisible) car and head home.

[constanttea]

Employment Status: It's Complicated Master Post

Chapter One: Workplace Crush

Chapter Two: Meant to Be

Chapter Three: Job Titles

Chapter Four: Close Enough to Touch

Chapter Five: Ask Again

Chapter Six: Don't Look Away

Chapter Seven:

[amorremanet]

excited and scared to see how this turns out as if i haven’t been watching my friends play on stream for months while i waited patiently for my own turn

[astralscrivener]

gender/sexuality euphoria is just so freeing. it feels so good

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

ammoral women in media :D

ammoral men in media >:(

(there are outliers)