#and he almost like became Elias for a second

[feelingtheaster99]

Wait actually the Fix did just fall out of the window after going to a meeting in his boss’s office

[hubbvrd]

Love letter | Quinn Hughes

summary — in which quinn is in love with y/n the social media worker for the canucks.

pairing — quinn hughes x reader

words — 2955

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You couldn't choose who you fell in love with.

It usually happened so quickly that you hardly noticed and couldn't do anything about it.

It was actually a nice feeling to be in love. You had the feeling that the world suddenly became carefree and you walked around with a good feeling.

You were happy to see the person again and to be near them, while the warmth shot up your cheeks and your stomach tingled.

That's exactly how Quinn felt at the moment. He was in love.

A few weeks ago, he had fallen in love with the young woman y/n, who worked in social media for the Canucks.

In a joint video, in which the young woman had asked him countless questions to create content for the Canucks fans, the two of them had had a lot of fun and occasionally got a little closer to each other, so that the odd physical contact was inevitable.

Since then, Quinn had been thinking about the young woman almost constantly.

His teammates Elias and Brock would often catch him looking over at the young woman during training, who would take photos or videos and then post them on social media channels.

This was the case again today. Practice was in full swing as Quinn gripped his racket tighter and scanned the ice ring for the woman who was turning his head.

It took him a few seconds to spot her. She was standing there with a young man Quinn had only glimpsed so far and seemed to be laughing happily about something.

Every now and then, the stranger would touch her, causing Quinn to unconsciously tighten his grip on his bat and his eyebrows to furrow slightly.

"Hey man, you're staring again." Elias came to stand next to Quinn on the ice, so Quinn saw Elias adjusting his helmet out of the corner of his eye.

Quinn knew he didn't need to give Elias an excuse, because his best friend knew about the young woman and Quinn's feelings.

A few days ago, Elias had caught Quinn staring and then confronted him, but Quinn had folded not long after and told Elias everything.

After all, there were no secrets between the two best friends.

"You should finally ask her out."

Now Elias stood in front of Quinn so that he could no longer look over at the woman who had taken a liking to him.

"Elias, I-I..." Quinn began to give his team colleague another excuse, as he had done the last few times.

But he raised his gloved hand to indicate Quinn should be quiet.

As Elias began to speak, he gave the captain a serious look.

"Quinn, you have a different excuse every time. I can see how smitten you are. But the longer you hesitate, the less chance you have. I hate to say it, but I guess that guy over there is trying to get to her himself."

With a nod, Elias gestured over to the young woman and the red-haired man, who had come a little closer to her and kept grabbing her by the arm.

From a distance, Quinn couldn't interpret the expression on the young woman's face, as she was standing with half her back to him.

"And how am I supposed to do that? Just run over and pull her away from the redhead?"

A nervous expression formed on Quinn's face. The thought of simply walking over to her and approaching her made him start to sweat.

He wasn't good at approaching women, so the thought of talking to the young woman made him want to flee.

"That's actually how you do it, yes. But I have another idea." A grin formed on Elias's face as he stepped a little closer to Quinn and then whispered something in his best friend's ear.

And this idea appealed to Quinn so much that he decided to put it into practice.

"Good morning" a smile came to your lips as you greeted your colleagues and then slipped inside.

"Good morning, y/n! Good to see you." One of your colleagues, Lucy, ran up to you beaming and then pulled you into a tight hug.

Ever since you'd taken the social media job with the Canucks, Lucy and you had become instant friends.

Since then, you've been more or less inseparable. Lucy also worked for the social media team.

She usually took over the press conferences or was there for the post-match interviews, while you took care of the social media channels and shot the occasional content video.

The brunette put her arm around you as you walked side by side through the building to the small office where you had made yourselves comfortable.

The office wasn't very big, so only two desks fitted in opposite each other and two small, cozy armchairs had found their place at the other end of the wall.

Despite their small size, you loved the office more than anything, even if you spent more time on the road than in the office.

"What's on your agenda today?" You checked in with your colleague and best friend as you opened your office door and slipped into the light blue room.

On the wall behind your desk was a huge Canucks logo painted on the wall, while on the other blue-painted walls were some pictures of the team that you had taken yourself.

"I've actually just got some paperwork today and need to make a few phone calls for upcoming interviews, you?" Lucy dropped into her desk chair while you carelessly threw your jacket onto one of the chairs and then walked over to your desk.

Before you could even begin to reply, a white envelope lying on your desk caught his attention.

It wasn't unusual for you to receive mail in the morning, but this letter was different to the mail you usually received.

You could feel that directly. Slowly, you walked over to your desk as you answered Lucy curtly.

You didn't want your colleague to get suspicious.

Your name was written on the letter in curved handwriting. There was no sender or indication of where it might have come from.

This led you to conclude that this was a personal letter.

Your curiosity grew as you began to examine the letter, but made no attempt to open it.

Who wrote you a letter?

You carefully picked up the letter. It was quite light and you could feel a note through the thin envelope.

"Who did you get mail from?" You suddenly heard Lucy's voice, who had more or less caught you in the act.

"Oh, just from a customer, nothing important," you babbled and opened a drawer in your desk to carefully put the letter inside.

Your curiosity wouldn't diminish over the next hour, but you wanted to read the letter in peace and quiet, so you had to wait until Lucy left the office and you could finally be undisturbed.

But you didn't know how agonizingly slow the time would be until then.

Four agonizingly long hours passed before Lucy finally made the effort to leave your shared office to have a conversation.

After the door had slammed shut behind Lucy, you jerked out the letter, which you carefully opened and pulled out the neatly folded paper with your heart beating faster.

With trembling fingers and increasing nervousness, you unfolded the paper before placing it on the desk in front of you and began to read.

Dear y/n,

I keep looking at you, but can't touch you.

You don't know, how much l want to. want to be near you, want you to look my way.

A moment alone with you, would be beautiful. A moment alone with you, would feel eternal.

You skimmed over the words again and again. Your heart kept leaping in your chest as you read them.

You had never received such words before. In the past, you had always found it very cheesy when your friends told you that they had received love letters or wrote them themselves.

But now that you had your first love letter in front of you, it warmed your heart.

It was really sweet to read these words that were addressed directly to you.

You didn't know who this letter was from, but you wished it was a special person.

This one particular player called Quinn Hughes.

The first time you had made a video with him for social media, you had immediately noticed how well you Both got on and you had even gotten a little closer to each other at times.

Since then, you've often thought about the captain and occasionally caught yourself looking over at him and staring at him for a few seconds, lost in thought.

But what if the letter wasn't from Quinn at all, but from Alex? Alex had been very close to you recently and you had caught him looking for physical contact again and again.

Alex was a really nice young man, but you just wasn't attracted to him.

The thought that the letter could be from Alex made your face contort slightly and you put the letter aside.

Your fingers reached for the envelope, which you began to shake and shortly afterwards a small Post it note in the shape of a heart fell out.

You had completely overlooked the post it so far, so you reached for the pink note with a pounding heart and turned it over to reveal the writing.

If you're brave enough to find out who I am, meet me in the parking lot at 7 tonight.

Once again, no signature under the message. There wasn't even a single letter that would have given you any idea who had written you this sweet letter.

Your heart was almost pounding against your chest as you glanced at the bottom of my computer screen to see what time it was.

By now it was 6:30pm and so you still had some time before you would meet the unknown love letter writer.

Nervously, you started to slide around a bit on the black office chair.

You were really curious to find out who was behind the sweet lines.

But even though the message was really sweet, you were afraid that it might just be a joke.

After all, the Canucks boys had the occasional challenge and banter amongst themselves.

But had you really become one of her victims? With the best will in the world you couldn't really imagine that, as everyone was incredibly nice to you and treated you as if you'd been part of the team for ages.

Of course, you never know what makes other people tick and even though you couldn't imagine for the life of you that this letter was just a joke, you decided to be careful.

But despite all this, you wanted to know who was behind the letter and so you decided to go to the place where it was said and find out who it was.

Your heart beat a little faster against your chest with excitement and nervousness.

You hadn't mentioned the letter to Lucy once, so you had to come up with an excuse to more or less get rid of Lucy at the end of the working day an hour ago, as she was desperate to have a drink with you.

The last hour that you had spent alone in your office had gone by rather agonizingly slowly, even though you had already prepared a post or two for the next few days on social media.

But now it was time to find out who had written you the letter.

With every step you took closer to the parking lot, your heart began to beat faster and faster, making you feel like it could jump out of your chest at any second.

You buried your hands, which had become sweaty again, deeper into your jacket pockets, where your right hand played with your bunch of keys.

You were incredibly nervous, so your hand needed something to do and you were a little more distracted.

When you arrived at the parking lot, your eyes wandered nervously back and forth.

In addition to your car, there were four other cars in the parking lot, but you couldn't identify their owners.

Since you didn't know exactly where to wait in the not-so-small parking lot, you positioned yourself a little more centrally in the large parking lot so that the unknown person could easily spot you.

A glance at your cell phone display showed that it was still five minutes until 7 pm.

You used the time to take a few more deep breaths and try to calm yourself down as best you could.

Luckily, it wasn't a dark time of year, so you didn't have to be afraid of the parking lot, which was usually only dimly lit by a few lanterns in winter.

Although the weather was pretty gloomy today and the clouds were increasing, it was bright enough that you had a good view of all the creepy corners and only had to run a few meters to your car if necessary.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings and every time footsteps came closer, you looked hopefully in the direction they were coming from.

But none of them paid any attention to you and shortly afterwards, all but one of the other cars pulled away.

So the last car, which was not too far away from yours, had to be the car of the man who had written you the letter.

A few more minutes passed, during which the nervousness began to creep up inside you again.

And then suddenly the time had come.

From a distance, you could recognize someone. The person was wearing a dark blue hoodie that clearly stood out.

His hood was pulled over his head and his gaze was slightly lowered, so you couldn't tell who it was yet.

On his shoulder was a sports bag, on which you could see the Canucks logo from a distance.

So it was a player, you thought, as the stranger came closer and closer to you and your nervousness grew so much that your heart began to pound in your chest again.

He seemed to be moving in slow motion and took forever to get to you, so you started moving without thinking twice and ran towards him.

When the two of you finally came face to face, the stranger slowly lifted his head and pulled the hood off his head, revealing thick brown hair.

And your heart literally skipped a beat as you struggled not to clasp your hands over your mouth.

Because standing in front of you was none other than Quinn Hughes.

The man you had gotten a little closer to some time ago.

The man you got on well with straight away.

The man who made you laugh.

The man you couldn't stop thinking about.

"Quinn..." His name left your mouth in an almost whisper.

The person opposite you nodded in response, a shy smile on his lips and he began to clutch the handle of his sports bag like a lifeline.

Suddenly he seemed so shy and embarrassed. Very different from your video shoot.

He cleared his throat. "Hello, y/n."

"The...the letter...it's from you?" To be on the safe side, you checked again. There was a little fear in your voice because you wanted the letter to be from him.

"Yes, I wrote the letter."

Embarrassed, Quinn looked at you and ran his free hand through his thick hair, brushing a few strands that had fallen into his eyes out of his face.

"Wow...I mean...those words really touched me" You babbled on, which made Quinn's cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Really?" he asked hopefully. He couldn't seem to believe that you were reacting so positively.

You began to nod eagerly.  "Yes, really!" 

Quinn began to almost beam and seemed to spend some time searching for the right words, which made you slightly nervous.

"I'm not really good at talking, that's why Elias gave me the idea of the letter. I thought you thought this was just a joke and you weren't even going to show up, but I'm really relieved you're here."

Now it was Quinn who was babbling nervously as his left hand moved to the back of his neck, where he began to scratch himself in embarrassment.

"Really? I thought it was a joke too, since the name wasn't signed. But I was too curious and wanted to see who was here."

A nervous laugh leaves your lips, causing Quinn to start laughing as well.

"Wow...that's really something."

Quinn smirked slightly before gathering all his courage and finally the sentences he would have loved to ask you already left his mouth.

"Y/n I know this might be risky because you work for the same team as me. I don't know exactly what the contracts and agreement are here, but I think you realize there's something between us too, don't you? Would you...would you go out with me?"

His eyes looked at you with an almost hopeful expression, while your heart stumbled again and you began to feel the warmth rush to your cheeks.

And it actually didn't take you long to give Quinn a suitable answer.

Because the answer has been on the tip of your tongue for a long time and you were finally able to say it out loud.

"I would love to go on a date with you, Quinn."

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt6

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

A/N: okay so the draft did not save itself that's why i made a quick edit and just post this one. I hope you enjoy this

Taglist: @spideybv28@randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife @skywalker1dream @vicurious28 @khaylin27 @0710khj @its-elias-world @vizzzashley @allisonwoods

2010, Interlagos

"Honey we have to stop meeting like this" Jenson grins as he opens his hotel room.

Y/N immediately wrapped her arms around the British driver. Media be damned but she was extremely worried about Jenson when she heard what happened. She couldn't stop messaging people to ask him if he was okay or what. Even Mark has been worried when she told him what happened.

"Are you okay? You aren't hurt or anything?" Y/N asked worriedly.

"I'm alive and well"Jenson said, closing the door "maybe a little bruised ego from not being able to compete for the championship"

"Oh championship be damned Jense, you almost got kidnapped"Y/N exclaimed

Jenson could only chuckle. He admits he was a bit spooked by what happened but it is what it is. However, he was extremely grateful that Y/N has been worried enough to check up on him and assures that he is okay.

"Just join me for a little drink and lets talk about our day"Jenson suggested "Wine, beer, whiskey?"

"Beer would be fine" Y/N answered.

For all the times that Jenson have gone drinking with Y/N, he knows that her preference was more on wine. He could never forget it because who else than Y/N orders a wine on a bar or a nightclub.

"Tough day?" Jenson wondered

"Not as bad as being kidnapped" Y/N drinks up.

"Touché"

The two friends conversed for the night. Jenson opened up how it felt for him that he isn't able to extend his championship streak. He was not at all disappointed because he performed well and he just missed it out with this race. Y/N is a good listener and became a good support for Jenson.

"What about you? You are in for the big race on Abu Dhabi"Jenson diverted the attention to the female Webber "The big question is who are you supporting"

"I'm neutral"

Jenson looked at her as if she grew two heads. He shook his head as he took a sip of his beer.

"Oh c'mon your brother might win and you are still neutral about it?" Jenson questioned

"Well if you must know my bestfriend is also competing, Lewis is also competing and Fernando is also there" Y/N stated

Jenson raises his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He is not blind and he does not fall for the lies that Y/N is not choosing a side because she is friends with everyone competing. Y/N refuses to take a side because of the 'bestfriend.'

"You know its going to be historic, four drivers vying for a championship" Jenson informs "I think this is the first time that this happened"

"A lot of pressure for those wanting to win" Y/N agrees.

"You are feeling it all Y/N?" Jenson asked.

Y/N could just give out a sigh as a response. She knows that she won't be sleeping well with the whole thing happening. Its bound to happen that someone will not be fast enough and lose. Then there is also the possibility that someone will win the race and be crowned as champion.

With everything down the wire, no one could predict what will happen.

"You have to make a choice you know" Jenson reminded "What if Mark wins, what if Sebastian wins?"

"We can't have them both as world champions?" Y/N joked

"Maybe for different seasons"Jenson offered.

It was impossible for either of the driver to secure that. Given how the things are in Red Bull. They will favor whoever brings them the first championship and then place the other as their second driver.

"Y/N its just going to be much more difficult after this"Jenson straightforwardness sobered Y/N up a little "You have to stay strong and pick a side"

"I don't want to pick a side Jense, they both deserve a championship"Y/N stays firm "They are both incredible and fantastic drivers. If one of them wins, I'll be happy but I know my heart also aches for the one who misses out that championship"

This was the thing that Jenson admired about Y/N. She is supportive and loyal like that, its quite rare in the field. He gave her a comforting hug as they continue drinking their woes away.

2010, Yas Marina

It was early morning of the qualifying day when Y/N received the email. She was very much surprised upon receiving the email because she had to blink a couple of times to make sure that she is reading it correctly.

From: McLaren Racing

Subject: Job vacancy.

"Oh I am so gonna kill you for this Jense"Y/N muttered.

One of the discussions during their drunk night in Brazil was that the possible solution to Y/N's problem is moving teams. Jenson suggested that there might be some vacant jobs in McLaren before the winter season begins.

And now this conveniently timed email that Y/N has been highly recommended by several employees for the position of Press Officer makes one think that Jenson took that advice seriously.

"Are you decent?" couple of knocks interrupted her "Can I come in?"

"Come on in Mark"

Mark has two cups of coffee in hand. He was already dressed and ready for his paddock appearance. Y/N could just chuckle at the role reversal because usually she was the one who is already dressed while Mark is the one begging for five more minutes to prepare.

"One brown sugar shaken espresso with 3 pumps of toffee nuts"Mark recited proudly.

"You remembered?"

Y/N was in glee as she takes in the cup of coffee. It was a kind of morning that really needs a coffee to help her throughout the day.

"No one drinks coffee as sugary like that, only you" Mark snickers.

"I just like my coffee sweet"Y/N defends.

Mark ends up sitting at one of the chairs. Y/N could read how his expression is a mix of confidence but deep down there is some kind of worry that he is trying to hide. It must be the championship nerves getting the best of him.

"You nervous?"Y/N asked her older brother.

"Its my only chance for a championship. It feels different" Mark answered.

Y/N wanted to say that its not true and there will be plenty of more chances in the start of a new season. However,she knew that this is the closest shot that Mark has to the championship ever since he entered Formula 1.

"I spoke to Sebastian last night" Mark brought it up.

The younger Webber immediately looked up with wide eyes. She knew that the two haven't been in speaking terms except when they have to or forced to talk with each other.

"We talked about you" Mark expanded.

"Me? Why am I even brought up into the conversation?"she was confused.

"Same question but it was Sebastian that first approached me" Mark explained "He talked about how win or lose, we should not put you into a bad spot because you are both important to us"

There Sebastian goes again making her heart skip a beat. Its these little things that mainly causes her to feel deeper and deeper for the German driver. Y/N felt really touched that despite the intense rivalry, he still cares.

"And I know I thought about it all night how I'm really making things difficult for you. So thanks for sticking up with me and I'll try to be much more easier to handle" Mark concludes.

"Oh brother" was all Y/N could say before hugging him.

It felt nice for the both of them that they have each other in the sports. Its the same reason why Y/N cannot answer the offer of Jenson to move into McLaren. If she leaves then how could she be there for her brother?

"Seb really cares a lot about you"Mark informs.

"He is just being a good....bestfriend" Y/N rebutted but she seems unconvinced with her own answer.

Mark knew that Sebastian has a big sense of pride. But whenever, Y/N comes to the picture then he will immediately melt. Mark could only chuckle because Y/N has no clue of the chokehold he has over Sebastian.

"Oh I think you are thinking too little about yourself"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Y/N wondered

It was not Mark's business to play cupid. If Sebastian had the balls then he would have asked her without his help. He just gave a grin as he exited the room.

"Don't be late"Mark teased

"MARK WHAT DOES IT MEAN?"

Meanwhile, Sebastian is early to arrive at the paddock to avoid the media asking plenty of questions. He wanted to be stress-free today since he needs to put all his focus to this race because this is his chance to win the championship. He will be damned if he lets this slip by.

At the moment, he is sitting at the cafeteria which seems to be deserted by the crowd. He was enjoying his peaceful breakfast when a man in orange sat next to him.

"How are you feeling buddy?" Jenson asked too energetically for Sebastian's opinion.

"For a man no longer fighting for the championship, you seem more excited than me" Sebastian joked.

"Oh don't tell me you are nervous" Jenson teased "The Sebastian Vettel is nervous?"

Sebastian rarely gets nervous but this is one of those instances that he really feels the nerves getting the best of him. He finds it really out of his character. There is this heavy feeling in his chest that he may emerge victorious or a complete failure after this race.

"Don't tell anyone but you have my vote of confidence" Jenson whispered.

It was a bit of a boost to hear it from the 2009 World Champion, Sebastian gave him a quick hug which Jenson accepts. It was due to this closeness that Jenson noticed the silver necklace hanging on his neck.

A mischievous grin replaced Jenson's face as he knows there was only one person in this paddock that has that necklace.

"That's Y/N, isn't it?" Jenson snickers.

Just like that, the feeling of embarrassment spread in Sebastian's face. He was not embarrassed by the gift but rather he feels a little shy about anyone seeing his little lucky charm. He tucks it inside safely inside of his shirt.

"It is" Sebastian answered,playing it cool "How did you know?"

Knowing the dating history of Y/N and Jenson, he can feel a little green monster forming at his shoulders. Jenson must have been well-acquainted with Y/N that he paid close attention to notice details such as her necklace.

"Mate, when are you going to ask her out? It's been ages" Jenson asked.

"Excuse me?"

Sebastian was not expecting that. He immediately downed a water to hide his surprise.

"Don't tell me you still haven't made a move even after everything?"Jenson asked.

Jenson knew that Sebastian was someone very dear to Y/N. He had spent enough time with Y/N o figure out that its always the Webber family, Sebastian Vettel, Red Bull, then everyone else. That was how the list of priority of Y/N goes.

"She doesn't like me like that" Sebastian lies even though everything from that drunk confession still replays in Sebastian's head.

"You know what, if you win the championship then go and ask her out" Jenson challenged.

"Now you are putting even more pressure on me"

"C'mon now!" Jenson was exasperated "I'm not even accepting any cash prizes, just name your first child after me for being a good wingman"

"I'm gonna ignore you now Button" Sebastian's nonchalantly ended the conversation.

"Sebastian you can win the championship and the girl!" Jenson convincingly shouts.

Sebastian just gives him a shrug as he continues to eat. He smiles at the thought that maybe he will try Jenson's advice.

Victorious Vettel and a missing team mate.

Congratulations to the amazing drive of Sebastian Vettel which made him victorious from the four-way championship. He also boast two records with one being the youngest WDC champion and the other being Red Bull's first driver champion.

While celebrations are happening, it was evident that there was the absence of the Webber siblings. Mark Webber was seen congratulating Vettel the minute that they stepped out of the car. However, Mark wasn't seen after that and even in the parties. Also absent was Y/N Webber, dubbed as Sebastian's bestfriend. She was spotted in the Red Bull garage but she was absent as well during the celebrations.

Is there trouble brewing with the Webbers against the new world champion?

Seb: Hey, where are you? I have been looking for you everywhere Seb: Y/N are you there? sent by 8pm Seb: I'm going to the club with the team. I hope to see you there sent by 9:34 pm Y/N: Hi Seb! Congratulations with your WDC!! You know that I always believed that you will be a champion one day! I'm really really so happy and so proud of you. Y/N: I'm really sorry if I couldn't be there. I fainted around lap 45 but not to worry, its just my sugar levels. My phone went dead last night and I wasn't able to reply and congratulate right away. I'm really sorry. sent by 11:22 am Seb: Hey, I'm glad to hear you are okay. I just woke up from a massive hangover. I wish you have seen the party Seb: BTW, I have something to tell. Are you still at the hotel? sent by 2:06 pm Y/N: Oh, me and Mark took an early flight back to Melbourne. Parents were a bit worried. sent by 5:44 pm Seb: Okay see you. Y/N: What do you mean see you???? Seb: :)))))))))))))))))

It might be the high from winning the championship or maybe its the alcohol in his system but Sebastian was sure of his decisions.

Clothes are haphazardly thrown into the luggage while he conducts a quick sweep of the essentials he might need. He sent a quick text to everyone that might be needing him. As far as he knows, he has some time off before resuming with his media duties and such.

He is going to Australia.

[lil-binuu]

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔

Stealing Elias’s clothes

290 words (and this is generous)

HERE YOU GO POOKIE @xzhdjsj TY FOR BEING SO PATIENT ML?? DANG I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS EVEN THO ITS SHIT AS HELL

I don’t know what evil spirit condemned me to write this but I sat down to write and now we’re here. Prayers, my friends.

It did take me a while, as I lost too much respect for myself but i’ve finished it FINALLY.

Side note: I was fighting every urge in my body to write jumper instead of sweater because i’m british..

tried to make it all lovey-dovey but now elias just looks like an animal 💀

Enough commentary, Good luck reading this..

“Hey yn, have you seen my sweater-”

Elias’s eyes fell on you, absorbing the sight in front of him.

You leaning over the kitchen counter, reaching up into the cupboard above your head. Stretching out your arms, pulling his oversized sweater up to reveal your body.

The sight left Elias speechless.

He couldn't draw his eyes away for the life of him. He scanned every part of your body, soaking in your beauty, each moment he looked at you he became more and more addicted.

Seeing you in his clothes like that made him goddamn crazy.

For a second he forgets how to use his brain, standing glued to the spot in a trance - under a spell that you placed upon him - only broken when you turned around and faced him.

“Hmm? Oh sorry, I took it.” You replied. You could almost hear the people on the other side of the cameras, it was so quiet.

You blushed awkwardly, “Sorry do you mind?” Again, met with silence. No words fell from Elias’s lips - maybe a bit of drool, but.. AHAHA NO LMAO

You stared blankly at him for a second. That seemed to do the trick.

“..OH, no I don’t mind. :))”

“Are you sure?” A stupid question, Elias wasn’t even sure he was alive right now.

“Yupp”

It’s needless to say Elias spent the rest of the day very content, it’s difficult not to notice. But you’ll never notice how, from then on, Elias mixes up his clothes with yours in the laundry on purpose, or how he throws a couple of his shirts next to yours in the hopes you’ll pick it up. He just wants to see you wear his clothes again, it’s hardly his fault you look so cute in them.

I think it’s quite obvious that I cringed heavily whilst writing this. Anyways, you’re welcome.

[hopes-peak-postal-company]

For Mod Hajime, i hope this doesnt sound weird but could you do a platonic fatherly yandere imagine post with Elias Bouchard? I like to imagine he fixates on a new Institute hire who doesnt know the fears are real and just decides "Its Child time. There is nothing I wont do to make my new child happy." But he also has to work around Jon and them getting in his way because they just dont GET that he's a Father now.

A FATHER'S LOVE!

"surely you'd choose your father over your friends, wouldn't you?"

summary. getting a job at a spooky academic institute offers toms of spooky outcomes. you just didn't expect to get a father figure and a overlyprotective friend group.

contents. platonic yandere! elias; elias is a wet cat grandpa; the archivist gang are slightly yandere; happens right after season 1

✦ It was difficult. Getting by in the big London city and rent to your flat was quite ridiculously high, even for usual london rent standard. But thankfully, a position in The Magnus Institute had opened and you managed to get the spot after wrangling out your best qualities to the HR like you're trading them.

✦ Now, you were aware of what you were getting into. I mean, an institute that's notorious for having many people going MIA or dying, but this was the only job that accepted you out of the millions you applied for and frankly, it pays better than most of them.

✦ So, you worked as the institute's librarian. It shocked you to know that they have their own personal library but at the same time, you kind of expected it. After all, it is an academic institute and there's bounds to be numerous books and soucres to cite for every statement given, regardless of how strange there are.

✦ You've met a couple on the job. Some were nice and often has small talks with you while some simply comes and goes, not even bothering to talk to you unless they're checking a book out. It was fine, of course, you can't help but feel disheartened. After all, all you do is stand by, organize the library and do nothing. It gets a bit lonely sometimes.

✦ And then, one day, a certain someone came to the library and it was no one other than big boss himself— Elias Bouchard. You never met the man before, only hearing him from Rosie and the others, but he is generally well-disliked by his own staff. You had nothing to complain about him and honestly, you find his company nice.

✦ He comes to the library whenever he has free time and then would talk to you. It wasn't just small talk, not just noise coming out of his mouth to fill in the silence, but he talked to you. He told you so many things— his opinions, his likes and dislikes —and even asked you about yours.

✦ Elias would listen intently, taking in every information about yourself in a manner so ... different from how he usually carried himself. Elias Bouchard was a prideful asshole and you knew that obviously well from just his body language, and yet when it comes to you, he is oddly soft. He reminds you almost like a dad for some reasons.

✦ And your relationship with your boss became like that. You didn't mind, you understand to some degree but even still you couldn't wrap your mind around why he chose specifically you. Maybe he didn't choose or maybe he did, but either way, this outcome was better than him hating you.

✦ But then, only a few months into your job, you suddenly got promoted to assistant archivist, joining the very few others in the archives in their day-to-day life.

✦ It was ... suffocating at first. The institute did suffer damage from the Prentiss Attack as you heard from the other employees and with the archives being the main target for the worms, it was not surprise that the Archivist and his team suffered greatly. Though injured, all of them still came back in one piece so that was a good thing.

✦ It took a while getting to know the others: Martin was the quickest to befriend and he'd bring you your favourite cup of tea whenever he can. Tim was the second, jokingly flirting with you at first but he was comfortable to be around and somehow both of your intensive knowledge on memes made the two of you friends. Sasha, on the other hand, took a bit more effort but in the end, she was just as fun and cheery as the other two outside work.

✦ Jon, on the other hand... He was wary, of course, a bit of an asshole too but you were determined to let his walls down, and so was the team. He gradually came to accept (aka get comfortable with) your existence and doesn't glare you like a cat you just rudely woke up.

✦ Elias... Elias isn't too pleased with this development though as you come find. He finds every excuse in the book to have you in office, stalling you just so he could spend more time with you. He had moved to the archives for one very specific reason and that was so he can watch you carefully.

✦ I mean, how couldn't he? You were so nice to him, oblivious to the concept of the entities and you didn't even care if he gets a bit 'spooky' (as Tim puts it) at times. In fact, he claimed you as his kid the moment you seem to play along with his 'little cryptid act'.

✦ But The Archival team... Oh, did they get on his nerves. But he couldn't do anything, no, he was sure you'll know and they'll tell you about what he truly is and he couldn't risk that. He couldn't lose you to them, so he'll have to just slightly abuse his power a bit. Just to have you be by his side a bit longer.

✦ Of course, Archivist and Co. can't stand by idly and watch him take their friend! And so, everytime Elias and one of them come to your desk at the same time, it's practically a tug of war for your affection and attention.

✦ It makes you laugh honestly, seeing them fight like this. Reminds you so much like a father trying to shoo away any his kid's admirers.... Only if you knew though, then you wouldn't be laughing.

notes. hi hii!!! tysm for requesting this!! i always wanted to write for tma but couldn't. ik this is a pretty old req (i think like .... from june i think?) and i wrote this months ago but forgot to finish

reqs are alwyas open!! and dont forget to reblog any of our works here on this blog, it help us a lot!!! ty again for requesting!

[the-house-of-gaunt]

Generic headcanon Riddle's family

He has his usual handsome look, he is a bit older but that makes him just a perfect dilf like his dad (Tom Riddle Sr)

His jaw and cheekbone are just more sharp and masculine, his babygirl face isn't there anymore but you can see a glimps of it in his eyes sometimes

Tom's eyes are red, a bright red because of the few Horcruxs he manage to do before having kids with his wife Y/n

Exactly 5 kids, all happened randomly, almost all.

He married Y/n Y/l/n, giving her his surname so to make her become Y/n Riddle.

They are a lovely couple, pretty when they are outside and hilarious when they are at home. Expecially for their dynamic and how Y/n became used to Tom's strict, serious and Tom kind behaviour.

Their first son's name is Salazar, Salazar ??? Riddle

Then the second was supposed to be one- twins

The twins names are Corvus and Elias

Their fourth child was named Tommy (Y/n's decision)

And the fifth child took the name Colin

The little-big family lived in a small cottage at the beginning but then moved to the Riddle's residence after Tom Riddle Sr managed to convince his son

[fiaistired]

I want to figure out how old Elias Bouchard really is. When was he born?

In MAG 49 it’s said he joined the institute in 1991 and became head of the institute in 1996 after being body snatched by Jonah Magnus.

In MAG 192 Rosie says that “he seemed far too young for the role he had apparently found himself in” - referring to the head of the institute position.

How young is too young for a head of an institution position? Here’s a first not *exactly* evidence-based assumption - but let’s say it’s probably being below 40 years old. That is based solely on the experience of attending university, I’d say most institute heads at uni are at minimum 40 (also, not exactly related but all university institute heads have PhD’s). (I don’t want to get into too many details here, since I’m not a 100% sure how the higher education system works in the UK, but in my country at least, one must have at least a Habilitation, which is almost like a second PhD, or be a capital “P” Professor, which is the highest university rank, to become an institute head. To achieve these scientific titles, it usually takes a lot of time, so most people are over 40 when they get the position. Or even 50, when it comes to the Professor rank). 

One can assume then, that “Elias” is below 40-ish while he interviews Rosie. Unfortunately, we don’t know when exactly that happens. It could be anytime between 1996 and 2015. 

Some other information we do know about him is that he’s graduated collage with third class honours and has a PPE degree. According to google, students in the UK typically start university at the age of 18. Also, according to google, Oxford has never had a postgraduate degree course in PPE, so Elias has a bachelor’s degree in PPE (which btw stands for Philosophy, Politics and Economics), meaning he was either 21 or 22 when he finished uni. We do not hear anyone mention him finishing any other courses, so we can assume that’s all that he studied.

Another thing we don’t know is at what age he started working for the Magnus Institute. We do know it happened in 1991. The earliest he could have been recruited was at the age of 21 or 22, straight out of university. Making him 26/27 at the time he “got promoted” to the position of institute head, in 1996. As mentioned previously, at Rosie’s interview, where she found that he looked too young for his position, in between 1996 and 2015 (whenever that interview took place) he would’ve been between 26 and 45 years old (at the youngest) depending on the year the interview took place in. Taking my assumption from before, that during the interview he’d be 40 or lower, I’d assume that the interview probably took place anytime between 1996 and 2010 for the comment of him looking too young in his position to make sense. Of course, it could’ve been a few years after graduating uni when he got recruited, which would further push down the date of the Rosie interview. I think the oldest he could possibly be is in his late thirties during it. So, the eldest he could be in 1996, if that is when the interview took place, would be around 40 years old (which I also don’t think it did take place in 1996 since it would make Rosie work as his assistant for 20 years and I’m not certain that she could remain that oblivious to all the weird stuff going on for that long. But what do I know, maybe she’s got a gift for not noticing. I don’t know for sure).

So, in the year of his body being overtaken by Jonah Magnus, 1996, he’s between the ages of 26 and 40. 

We, the listeners, know him mostly from our time spent with him and the archives crew from 2015 onwards. Based on our established age range, in 2015 he would’ve been anywhere between 45 and 59 years old. Which would mean that last time we hear him speak is in 2018 in which he’s anywhere between 48 and 62 years old. 

I don’t know how old his va, Ben Meredith is exactly. I’m pretty sure he’s a millennial? Either way it doesn’t really matter how old his va is, though all we have to picture him by is his voice only, which at least in my opinion doesn’t really sound like the voice of a 62-year-old, but that is straight up just a subjective opinion. Maybe he’s a particularly young sounding 62-year-old?

Some additional information we supposedly get about “Elias” is that he was working as a filing clerk in 1972, which he says to Jonathan Sims in MAG 29, but that contradicts with the information gathered later by Jon and revealed in MAG 49 where he says that Elias joined the institute in 1991. All this might seem like just the lies of Jonah Magnus, but it presents an interesting point of having a conversation take place in 2016 with the reference to his being an institute employee in 1972. In 2016 he’s between the ages of 46 (which would make him 2 years old in 1972) and 60 (which would make him 16 in 1972), neither of which make sense, thought one would think that if he’s older and Jon doesn’t know how old he is exactly, it wouldn’t be that suspicious for him to have worked at the institute in 1972, though that seems like a stretch. Perhaps Jon just didn’t question or notice how it doesn’t really make sense for him to have worked there in that year, or maybe the writing-story-planning team didn’t put that much thought into this particular interaction/the implications of it, or maybe Elias looks older than he is. 

In conclusion, Elias Bouchard was born between the years of 1956 and 1970.

Also, fun fact I did a poll to see what age Tumblr users thought Elias was and they picked between 40 to 50, with 45 to 55 being a close second, so if anyone voted in that and picked anywhere between 45 and 59, I just want to let you know you’re right.

TLDR: Elias Bouchard is (most likely) anywhere between 45 and 59 at the start of the Magnus Archives.

[echantedtoon]

Until Death Do You Vow Ch11 Epilogue

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Snaccpop Studios for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story.)

-TWO YEARS LATER-

The sights of the other cars and buildings going by met f/c eyes as you looked out the car window and stared at the beginning sunset. 

"So how was work today?", Taylor asked a moment after he started up driving again. 

You turned to your boyfriend and sighed tiredly. "It's fine. One of my coworkers got a broken leg from tripping over the stairs so I had to cover their shifts today. I swear all those little goblins just wanted to grab everything. I had to stop one from trying to climb on the horse statue from Greece."

Your job at the local museum was a good one but you hated school field trip days with a burning passion.  All the little imps running wild, barely listening, complaining about being bored, and trying to grab their little mits on everything they see was a lot for one person. No help from teachers who didn't seem to care as long as all of the kids stayed in one chaotic hoard. Thank God they didn't stay for more than three hours! You could've snapped and yelled at one of them-

Taylor groaned. "Ugh. Another reason why I am going to make sure that our kid doesn't end up like that."

Your brow rose. "Our kid huh?"

He shrugged without looking at you. "Still plenty of time for one. *ahem* "

You slowly shook your head yes with a sly smile. "Uh huh...Well we'll have to discuss that with Elias first and see what he thinks about becoming a second father."

"U-Um. Yeah. *Ahem* ..A-Anyways! I'm almost ready to publish my book." Taylor steered the conversation to something else really quick before turning on his blinker and turning to right onto another road. "My publisher said it looks good, but I need to get an idea for the cover. I know a really good artist and they can do it for a good price and I know what I want it to look like."

"Sounds like a plan. ...Hey. You didn't forget to close up the shop again did you?"

Taylor briefly shot you a cross between a pout and scowl. "Of course I didn't! Geez! I forget to lock the backdoor one time!"

It had been one year since you both graduated from Zephyr University. You'd taken to getting that job at the museum you've wanted. It was a good job, usually quiet but sometimes it can be stressful especially with tours of little kids of field trips. Taylor...well he didn't change much if at all. He was still the same. Still went at the most random times to do investigations. Still obsessed with documenting the paranormal but instead of running a club, he preferred to do so via updating a website by the same name as the old club. But his real day job was something that neither of you seemed to expect.

He ran a flower shop.

Gallagher And Potts's Bouquets and Flora. The name had taken forever to decide between the two men and usually consisted of Elias growing said flowers or however many flowers a specific person ordered, and Taylor just loading them up into his car and taking them over to the shop which was pretty close to the mansion just inside town. Taylor became fascinated by ecto-bontany and Elias was really happy one of his hobbies could be appreciated and flourish. The hardest part was renovating the old building you all bought for the shop. 

But he's been working on a larger side project that was paranormal investigating. Taylor had come up with the idea of writing the history behind the Gallagher curse in detail to clear up the legend once and for all..minus a couple details of course such as Elias actually being a real ghost. You both rather not have a floodgate of people coming to gawk at Elias like some carnival attraction. The collaboration AND Taylor's interest in Elias's flowers meant Elias and Taylor talking a whole lot more and well..Elias shared many intimate and personal life experiences in great detail about his life and family agreeing to want to clear up the entire legend. You guessed in turn that brought Taylor to open up about his own past. One thing lead to another, and you suddenly found the both of them falling for each other.

As for yourself it was also a new experience. Carefully but awkwardly going around a best friend who had feelings for you but eventually you both decided to try dating after a month of awkwardly dancing around the topic. And you both kept in touch with Elias so one thing also lead to another-

So here you three were. All in one big relationship with each other. It had its ups and downs but you can say you enjoyed this much more than the 'relationship' you had with Ian. Now all that heartache just seemed like a bad dream you barely thought of anymore.

Sunset came to the sky painting it pretty oranges, pinks, and yellows as the car kept driving along until you got to the edge of town and Taylor was turning into a nicely paved driveway added to the front of the mansion. Slowly coming to a stop, Taylor cut the engine and you both got out to go inside the now renovated mansion. Turns out there was a lot more than just the family jewels hidden away in the mansion. When you suggested getting the mirror fixed (thus it wouldn't be broken anymore and that would mean no more curse because of there being no more broken mirror), both men seemed all for it ..But you and Taylor could barely afford anything, Elias couldn't part with his family's jewels, and you wouldn't ask him to do Elias had agreed to spare with enough of the rest of the hidden fortune just to fix the mirror which now sat perfectly fixed and safely tucked away in Elias's room. In a hidden place only Elias knew. All fixed which meant it was harmless which meant no more bad luck which meant no more curse! When Elias brought up the idea of you both possibly living there too...Well as Taylor put it-

"I'm not living somewhere that'll give me an asthma attack!"

After you elbowed him for the rude comment, you three came to another compromise. Which was Elias allowing just enough more of the surprisingly gigantic fortune to renovate the mansion back to its full glory.

"The light's still on. Elias must be doing something."

"Probably haunting out new recipes to try and make us eat it." He rolled his eyes when you shot him a look. "You know I'm right. I'm not trusting him with anymore meatloaf." His hands grabbed the doors. 

"You're the one who asked him to try and make it because you wanted to try ghost food!"

"And I learnt my lesson." The doors were loudly pushed in to reveal a pretty clean and safe mansion. "Hey! We're back!"

You walked right in behind Taylor and found a regular sigh for you but scary for anyone else. Brooms, mops, rags, and all kinds of cleaning products were flying around and cleaning the various places of the mansion by himself. Puppeteered by the blue floating Spector in the middle of the foyor. Elias turned and his floating face lit up in a wide smile seeing you both eyes sparkling.

"My darlings!" He greeted quickly turning and floating towards you both with open arms. "How was your day?"

"Ugh. Boring. There was this guy who wouldn't make up his mind trying to decide on roses or sunflowers for like two hours and then he knocked over a stack of pots and ran off before I can make him pay for anything! I had to clean it up myself!" Taylor made no moves to stop Elias who reached him first and proceeded to plant a kiss of greeting to your shared grumpy boyfriend's face.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it. Next time just ask him politely to fix his mistakes," Elias assured him giving a comforting squeeze to Taylor's arms.

"Looks like you've been busy too," you commented looking at the nearest broom sweeping a pile of dirt into a dustpan.

Elias was quick to greet you next giving you the same kiss and hold as Taylor. The coldness of his lips making your body involuntary shiver. "Spring cleaning! I already have the upstairs finished and wanted to surprise you both with a clean house. Are you hungry? I made dinner."

"After the day we had, definitely. What did you make?"

"Meatloaf!" Taylor froze as Elias smiled wider. "I found a recipe for it in one of my grandmother's other cook books. You'll both love it!"

Taylor turned paler than Elias and you couldn't help but laugh.

[starry-hughes]

halloween night

in which aspen and cole finally give into their wants.

-

after the games, the plan was to head to the bar, get a couple of drinks and then head to brock’s for the actual halloween party. aspen had chosen to attend her brother’s game but watched cole’s game on her phone from the family box.

aspen had changed into her green dress and put on the fairy wings. tinkerbell was her chosen costume, the short green satin dress went to her mid thigh. the boys had gotten ready at the rink while aspen chose to go home to get ready. she ignored the brisk cold air as she walked to the bar to meet everyone.

“what the hell are you wearing?” quinn asked. “i’m tinkerbell.”

elias laughed into his drink and brock grinned. “quinn leave her alone, she’s gonna get free drinks dressed like that,” lexie demko commented. aspen grinned, “see! lex gets it!”

cole walked in, most of the guys from abbotsford hadn’t come but aspen personally invited cole. he didn’t plan a costume, borrowing a ghostface mask from one of his teammates.

aspen was at the bar, getting a shot and a vodka cran. “happy halloween,” cole snuck up behind her. for the last two weeks, the two had been making out, just as friends though. “cole!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her and he quickly smelled her perfume.

“hi,” he became aware of quinn nearby and knew to be careful with his hand placement. aspen pulled from the hug and took the shot the bartender left on the counter next to her drink. cole had to remind himself not to look at her body like he does when no one else is around.

cole had a couple of beers, all graciously put onto quinn’s tab. aspen had another green tea shot and three more vodka crans. the sexual tension was growing between cole and aspen. cole’s hand on her thigh inching up under the table.

“time to go to brock’s,” elias exclaimed. “quinny, i want to go home,” aspen mumbled. “i can get her home,” cole quickly volunteered. “you sure?”

“cole will take care of me!” aspen said, probably too quickly and excitedly.

in the elevator up to the apartment, aspen jammed the button for cole’s floor. “what are you doing?” cole cleared his throat as aspen pulled him down to her lips. “just let me have this tonight, please.”

they stumbled down the hallway, kissing as cole led her back to his apartment. he fumbled with his keys as he unlocked the door, which was hard when he had the most beautiful girl kissing his neck. the door swung open and aspen giggled as she almost fell, caught by cole.

“just one time? quinn doesn’t have to know,” aspen practically begged. cole wanted this for weeks, but quinn made it clear, hands off his sister. no one was to date the captain’s sister. “cole please.”

cole didn’t think for another second, he suddenly couldn’t remember quinn’s words. “how the hell do i get these stupid fairy wings off of you?”

cole got aspen into his t-shirt as she sent a text to quinn, saying she was at cole’s watching a halloween movie. “just a one time thing, right?” cole asks, eyes looking at her halloween costume on the ground and the hickey forming on her thigh. “just once.”

[aylivaa]

ᝰ VIER : EVENING WALK m.list • next chap

Word count: 626

Warnings: none.

Shortly after midnight, Mira had unpacked all the boxes and the contents. Her mother had been at work for a few hours and Elias was already asleep, which is why she took the time to take a short walk to explore the surroundings.

Outside it was still pleasantly warm, only sometimes a sweet summer wind blew, running through her long hair, and to make sure she didn’t catch a cold, she took a thin brown cardigan with her, locked the door several times and then hurried down the stairs.

Outside in the yard, a few children were still playing football, and Mira wondered if this was normal here. No one seemed to be in a hurry or be afraid that the mother would call them immediately home. There was a certain calmness here in this massive restlessness, and she kinda liked that.

Only a little later did she notice the few women sitting in the dark on white plastic chairs and chewing on something that resembled the sound of sunflower seeds. They talked about something excitedly and sometimes would point their fingers towards the children playing football.

When they noticed Mira, they nodded to her and waved, then they continued to talk about something and ate their sunflower seeds.

There was actually not much to see in the area she had thought. If she had previously left the apartment in Herne for a short walk, she could just walk up the street and browse around the various shops, but here, in the apartment in Essen, there were only high-rise buildings everywhere.

Some were even bigger than the one in which she lived, and she wondered if the elevators in these high-rise buildings fell out as often as theirs. In the meantime, she could only hear the children muffled from a distance, and the lights were also getting darker and darker.

Until a few minutes ago she was still doing quite well, but suddenly with every step she took, she was plagued by discomfort and felt how uncomfortable she was with every step.

Evening walks had been a routine to the young girl for several years, and she took advantage of almost every opportunity to get some fresh air when her mother left the house again for a Night Shift in the hospital.

But she didn’t know if it was because of the lack of environment, or because of the lack of street lights here, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

With a slow movement, she wrapped her cardigan a little more tightly around herself and turned in place to walk back home until she heard muffled voices behind her and paused.

She could not decipher what exactly the person said, but the dull sound, and the way the words echoed seconds later seemed incredibly familiar to her. She paused and tried to imagine from which direction exactly the sound came from when she suddenly saw a figure walk towards her.

It was a guy.

Mira took a few steps back and felt the fear in her asking her to run as fast as she could, but on the other hand she couldn’t move a single muscle. She just stopped there without stirring until the shadow approached her more and more and she noticed that it was not one man, but two.

They shouted at each other a little, and the closer they got, the clearer their words and tone became. They seemed to be joking about something.

Mira frowned and tried to recognise how she knew the voice until it made click: she heard his voice this morning, right after the first lesson, when Adelina had come to her.

It was Zayne.

And he walked directly up to her.

Mira didn’t hesitate for another second and ran home.

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— 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @avens0nly @dxmoness @lxdymoon0357 @reneezsq @roseadleyn @yoghurtsan

[nonsenseafterdark]

Day Twenty Two: Panic Attacks

Characters: Keegan P. Russ, Elias T. Walker

Word Count: 1562

Warnings: Grief/Loss, Minor Character Death

Notes: I'm gonna be going out of order with the prompts from now on. This is also posted on my AO3, and you can find my prompt list here.

Keegan was a relatively collected and somber individual. He had to be, as his line of work required it. So in this moment where the mask was completely off and he was reduced to this trembling shell of a soldier, Russ could only imagine what his teammates or commanding officer would say if they saw him right now. The headstrong sniper struggled to breathe as if his lungs were being squeezed and his heart raced like he was in motion. But he was sitting against the walls of the empty hallway, his frame trembling with panic and grief. Keegan placed his hand against his chest, as if he could soothe away tightness or control his unstable nerves. Up until now, he had managed to maintain a calm demeanor under all the recent stress he’s been through

He was able to stay composed when he had received the news that his grandmother had passed away. He kept it together when he went home for the first time in years to arrange her funeral and manage her will and testament. He had spent little over a week there being the shoulder to cry on, being the one family and friends would go to ask questions on what would happen with her home and belongings. Keegan had to be the one to keep it together for them, as much as he wanted to scream and curse at God for taking away the one person who raised him when no one else did; The one person who taught him to be his own person and figure out what paths to walk for the rest of his life. But for the friends, family, and acquaintances, he held it together, promising to give himself some time and space to process his grief and mourn the loss when he was back at the base. 

Keegan would return only to learn that his commanding officer, Gabriel Rorke, was MIA after he was lost to the flood in Caracas. He would join the search for their commander the following week, but they were only led to dead ends. Dead or alive, Keegan still grieved for his now former captain, yet like his grief for his grandmother, it was hidden well for his teammates. But with no one around, he had no reason to hide it now. 

Keegan didn’t intend to ride this wave for long, but at this point he was now drowning in his sea of afflictions and fears. The hallway seemed more cramped now as the shadows caved in around him, and even the silence became unbearably loud. He scratched uncomfortably at his neck, eyes growing heavy with hot tears and frantic thoughts.

Who was he going to lose next? 

No one. He can’t lose anyone else as long as he’s here now. He’ll always be there for his teammates. But not like this. He had to breathe. Now.

What if he isn’t there, yet what if he was? Is it worse to have someone die on his watch or out of it?

That’s not going to happen. That can’t happen. He needs to breathe. 

He was always going to be there for everyone… But would anyone be there for him? 

No. When he dies, there will be no one. He needs to breathe, but he can’t… 

“Sergeant Russ…? Keegan?”

Keegan gasped, the thought of someone being there during his most vulnerable moment making him spiral further into panic. He had to breathe. He had to stop crying. He had to pull it together now. His attempts to breathe turned into hyperventilation, and he almost stopped altogether when his next in command, Elias Walker, crouched into his view. 

“Keegan?” The older man started, “Keegan, can you hear me?”

“I can’t…!” Keegan began breathlessly, “Can’t breathe…!”

“Shh, you can, Russ,” The gentleness in Elias’ voice caught him as if he was about to fall through the walls, “Breathe with me, alright? Deep breath.”

Elias inhaled deeply, encouraging Keegan to breathe in as well. He was seconds away from blowing it out shakily until he noticed his lieutenant holding his breath for a few seconds, so he did the same. 

“And out…” Elias exhaled, Keegan repeating the same action. 

“Again. In through the nose…”

Over the course of a few minutes, Keegan’s breathing became calmer, and now having enough oxygen in his head, the hallway felt significantly wider and lighter. Yet his chest was still tight, his heart pounding against it as if it was fighting to break free. His breath hitched, eyes widening as panic was on the brink of setting in once more.

“Stay with me, Keegan,” Elias said calmly, “Focus on my voice. It’s just the two of us right now, and I promise you’re safe. Understand? Tell me where we are right now.”

Keegan blinked away the tears, looking around for any identifiable furniture or decorations, “I-I’m… We’re in the barrack hallways…”

“Good. Tell me what you feel. Focus on the floor, the air…”

Keegan’s fingers brushed on the floor beneath him. Despite being smooth, the floor was rough with dirt and scratch marks. The air was mildly cold from the weak air conditioning, which cooled him off after spending minutes in a heated episode. Elias told him to breathe in some more soon after, doing it along with him and assuring him that he was okay. With the panic fading away, all that was left was exhaustion and a heavy feeling of depression. 

“Sir…” Keegan croaked out wearily.

“You’re alright,” Elias assured.

The way he spoke was almost fatherly, which was fitting given he had two sons of his own. Keegan nodded in response, and although he was coming out of his grief-stricken episode, the tears never did stop, his face crumpling up a bit.

“What happened, Keegan?” Elias asked gently.

Now that he thought about it, Keegan never really did tell anyone that his grandmother passed away. Not explicitly anyway, initially claiming that he was going away because of a “family emergency”.

“My grandma’s dead…” He wept, wiping the tears away. 

Elias didn’t say anything at first, but he had this apologetic furrow in his brow as he listened. 

“It was expected, and it was her time to go but…” Keegan explained tearfully, “I never really did have a chance to mourn her because everyone counted on me to manage everything… And then Rorke…”

“I’m really sorry, Keegan…” Elias finally answered, intending to say more until Keegan cut him off. 

“Please don’t tell anyone you saw me like this,” He said, “Please… I’m good at what I do, Elias. I don’t want to lose everything because of this…”

“I hear you, son. You’re one of the best we’ve got, but I care about your well-being and if you’re struggling, especially with grief, the last thing I want you to do is bottle it up.”

Keegan sniffed and nodded, knowing that Elias knew a thing or two about loss. Not just with Rorke, but with his wife as well. He was open about it with the team at the time, mostly in a notifying manner because they’d be without his leadership for a few months while he mourned her and stayed with his sons. Keegan’s situation was different though. He wasn’t a leader like Elias, and if he left, he could easily be replaced with anyone else. If he had shared that he was struggling with the loss of a loved one, he’d be seen more as a liability, or so Keegan thought anyway. 

“You’re allowed to talk about it with me,” Elias continued, almost as if he was reading the sergeant’s mind, “I promise you won’t weigh me or anyone else down, but please don’t keep it to yourself.”

“You’re next in command though, sir…” Keegan brought up, “You need to focus on leading our team now, and-”

“And I can always find time to talk to anyone, Russ. Even you… So I’ll say again, ‘don’t keep this to yourself’. The hardest battles are always in our heads, and they leave the most damaging scars than anything else in this world.”

Keegan was silent, but after a few seconds, he gave Elias a nod, “I won’t…”

“It doesn’t even have to be me you can talk to,” The older man added, speaking genuinely, “Talk to anyone. Grief will tear you apart if you can’t heal from it.”

“I understand…”

“Good…”

Keegan let out an exhausted breath, “Thank you, sir… For everything tonight. You really seemed to know what you were doing…”

“When my wife passed away, my youngest started having these awful panic attacks,” Elias explained, almost sadly, “They’ve gotten better with time, but he’s always scared to death of losing everyone in his life… He’s a lot like his mom, but he’s very much like you too.”

“Is that right, sir?” For the first time in weeks, Keegan smiled, small but genuine. 

“Very quiet. Always caring for others first before himself…” Elias paused, giving Keegan a comforting pat on the shoulder, “You’re a good kid, Keegan. You’re strong… Always remember that.”

“Thanks, but I’m only twenty three,” The sergeant huffed, amused.

“Yeah, but you’ve still got a long way to go until your knees start aching.”

The older man stood, helping Keegan up as he did so, “Come find me in the morning, alright? We’ll talk if it’s what you want.”

“Thank you, sir…”

[elibjork]

Welcome to New York {ELIAS BJÖRK} !! They are a {40} year old {CIS MALE} who uses {HE/HIM} pronouns. They’re a {CHEF} who has been in town for {FOUR YEARS}, who lives in {STATEN ISLAND}. When looking at {ELIAS} you automatically think of {WEARING SUNGLASSES INDOORS TO COVER UP A HANGOVER, A HURRICANE MIXED WITH SOME SUNSHINE, THE SMELL OF FRESHLY BREWED COFFEE MASKING THE SCENT OF MARIJUANA} but that probably makes sense since they also remind you of {JOEL KINNAMAN}. You can always hear {CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART} by {BRING ME THE HORIZON} coming from their place. Who knows what kind of trouble they’re going to get themselves into.

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Elias Björk is the second born child of the Björk family. His mother was a former Miss Word winner and his father a proud economist. There was always a lot of pressure for him to follow in line with what his father wanted, which he genuinely tried to do to make him happy. He stepped up when his sister was born, often helping take care of her when needed, which in turn ended up with the two of them growing up closer than with their older brother.

Growing up he was the kind of guy who was able to make friends easily. He knew how to talk to people and often could find something to connect himself with them. Which is why, from a young age, his father wanted Elias to take a career in politics. So, Elias would run for class president often and very rarely did he lose. But in his heart of hearts, his true passion laid with the culinary arts. He had always loved the art of cooking, creating new dishes, and he'd often spend hours upon hours watching cooking videos.

When he was twenty when their family moved to New York. He went on to attempt to become a lawyer, but he purposely failed the bar exam multiple times. The more he failed, the more he was able to convince his father to let him go to culinary school in order to do something while he attempted to retake the exam. The moment he entered culinary school, Elias knew he was never turning back. Form that moment forward he's been dedicated to the art of cooking, and his father never did become any wiser in what he had

Through his connections, Elias ended up becoming a personal chef for a lot of higher ups. He cooked for celebrities all the way to some of the top politicians. He was twenty-five when he was working a party for someone very important, and it was here he met Isabella. She was the daughter of one of the politicians that had attended that evening and the two of them hit it off almost instantly.

From twenty-five through thirty-five Elias had a relationship with Isabella. The two of them were like two peas in a pod. They would finish each other sentences, know each other's orders, and simply were very synced with one another. When she became pregnant with his child it was the best day of their life. Having the baby should've been another happy moment, but it turned tragic when Isabella ended up passing shortly after giving birth. It left Elias broken, shattered, and utterly lost. He didn't have much of a chance to process it before forcing himself to hold his head high and push forward for little Maeve (his newly born daughter)

Now a days, Elias spends most of his time split between working as a chef at his soon to be restaurant and taking care of Maeve. He tries to make time for friends too.

Children:

Maeve - 5yrs old

Personality:

he is the kind of person who will give you the shirt off his back if he saw you needed it. he takes being a father very seriously, although he's got a very laid back type of parenting style, but all he truly wants is to make his little girl proud. he loves cracking jokes, making people laugh, and getting to know anyone who allows him in. even though he doesn't party as much as he used to, elias does enjoy attending what few he gets the chances to attend these days. he'll hold your hair back if you're sick, lends a shoulder to cry on, listens if you need an ear to vent to, and overall tries to be a decent person. but elias is also loud, outgoing, and can be very brazen. he isn't afraid to throw a punch before thinking which is something he is trying to work on.

Headcanons:

He has a dog named "Peppa" named after Peppa Pig because Maeve thought it would be a fun name to give their dog.

He's very close to his sister Neva. She's been helping him raise Maeve since she was born. Honestly, he'd be lost without his sister.

He will occasionally go out and leave Maeve with Charlie Jones. She's been babysitting him for some time now and he's grown very comfortable with Charlie.

He has two houses. One by his place of work and the other neighboring his sister.

He loves a good smoke session.

[eliaskahtri]

Another New Beginning || Elias Solo

TIMING: Late September

LOCATION: California

PARTIES: Elias

SUMMARY: A lot has happened since Elias left, including psychiatric care and a scientific breakthrough.

CONTENT WARNINGS: None

Having a mild case of fame became Elias’s second worst nightmare. His first worst nightmare was the fact that he had seen things he should have, which defied explanation and science. He had run away from his problems as quickly as he could, leaving everything and everyone he had met in the dust as his car drove out of the city limits of Wicked’s Rest. 

He hadn’t talked to Regan before he left and hadn’t resigned formally. Hadn’t even said goodbye. 

All he had done was leave a note for Gael that just said, “I’m not safe here anymore.” and left it at that. 

He had packed up everything and vanished as if he hadn’t existed there in the first place. He had received messages from both of them, asking where he had gone. He never opened them. 

Instead, he sought out a therapist for his delusions and hallucinations. 

He had been put on three different medications and received extensive talk therapy to deal with his symptoms. It still felt wrong, as if something wasn’t quite right. He knew what he saw, and it had been real. It was real, and now he was being told he suffered hallucinations. His therapist had explained it away by saying he likely suffered a psychotic episode from his high stress with work and seeing someone get killed in front of him. “Some people aren’t equipped to handle these things,” she told him. 

“But it felt so real,” he had responded, to which she simply shrugged her shoulders and responded with “hallucinations can feel very real. That’s why they’re so scary when we experience them.” 

After that, He accepted this as an explanation and began to go back to work. He returned to his job at the local hospital, continuing to work on the prosthetic he had abandoned when he’d moved to Maine.

___

Lisa Peters had sustained nerve damage that had left her ability to flex and use her hand somewhat difficult. She had learned to live with it but would occasionally pursue studies looking for people that fit her description. When she had gotten the offer to be a test subject for a new unreleased prosthetic, she was curious. She was even more curious when they made her sign NDAs and go through extensive interviewing. That’s where she met Dr. Garcia, a middle-aged woman who was, together with the device's creator, hooking up the exoskeleton to her arm. They had explained how it worked, but much of the scientific and medical jargon had gone through one ear and out the other. All she knew was that if this worked, she would regain the ability to use her hand again. It was almost too good to be true. 

He had done it. Elias Kahtri had successfully created a robotic exoskeleton for someone with nerve damage in their hand and arm. All the late-night hours, the mental breakdowns, and running away from responsibility for a time had finally paid off. He had just created a cybernetic prosthetic that would change not only his life but the lives of those who had sustained injuries that had left a limb immobile due to extensive nerve damage. Dr. Ericka Garcia clapped him on the back, and he heard cheering and excitement around him, but he was frozen in place, expressionless and in shock. “Snap out of it, Kahtri!” The doctor spoke to him, shaking his shoulders. “You did it!” 

He did do it, didn’t he? Elias slowly nodded his head, a smile creeping over his face. He did it.

A few weeks later, the news had gone public. Suddenly, everyone and their mother was inundating his phone and email with inquiries about the device he made and when it would be available for the general public. It was overwhelming. All the attention he was getting was beginning to get to him. He had never wanted this. He stayed up late as his phone continued to go off in the darkness of his apartment, face buried in his hands. He was happy about what this meant for those who needed it but absolutely terrified about what it meant for him.

He hired an assistant to help him deal with the sudden influx that fame in the scientific community had brought him. Naya Rana was a twenty-six-year-old, bright-eyed woman who easily fielded questions and interview opportunities. She had been a life-saver. Suddenly, he was going on interviews and news channels to talk about what he had made. Everyone was excited about what this meant; he only wanted a nap. 

Naya forwarded him an email one day that read; 

“Mr. Elias Kahtri, 

We would like to schedule an interview to review your research and offer you an opportunity to work with us out of Wicked’s Rest General Hospital. We look forward to hearing from you to discuss this opportunity further.

Dr. Olivia Patel, MD

Researcher at Wickeds Rest General Hospital”

Naya had bounded over to him that day after sending the email to him, a bright smile on her face. “My family is from Wicked’s Rest!” She explained, stumbling over her words as she explained that she missed her family and would love to be close to them again. 

Elias had refused at first. He had lived there for a brief stint and abandoned it. What would the people he had met say when he suddenly returned? He couldn’t face them. Still, he kept thinking about it. After a week, he randomly blurted out, “Let’s go to Wicked’s Rest.” Naya had been shocked when he said it but slowly nodded her head. “Alright. I can reach out to them and get more information about it.”

Now, there he was. Standing in the middle of a pre-furnished apartment that reflected none of his personality. It was like a ghost lived there instead of the fun-loving individual he once was. He was empty and needed a chance to rediscover himself—one step at a time.

[alannybunnue]

I love Tywin as a character, one of my favorites. He's incredibly interesting, I enjoy all of his scenes and the series would not be the same without him.

But.

He is an absolutely evil, abhorrent man and arguably the worst father in the series (and that's saying something in this world). He abused pretty much all of his children to varying degrees, and his misogyny and ableism directly inform the people Cersei and Tyrion became. His scenes with Tyrion are fantastic and deeply uncomfortable at the same time, seeing the ways in which Tywin's abuse first hand.

Hell reading the books, it's pretty damn clear what GRRM thinks of Tywin. It's repeatedly brought up how disgusting what he ordered done to Elia and her children was, we see the direct horrifying effect of his pillaging the Riverlands on the people through Arya's POV, he quite literally dies shitting himself and his rotting corpse stinks.

People always talk about how dumb Ned was, but between him and Tywin, he built a much stronger and more lasting than Tywin ever did. Even in death and when the Starks are out of power, almost every house in the North is secretly planning on restoring Ned's legacy and are willing to die for it. The Lannisters start falling apart the second Tywin dies, they supposedly have all the power because of Tywin but they're in an extremely tenuous situation and have to deal with enemies on all sides (Lady Stoneheart and BWB, Young Griff, Dorne, Faith Militant, etc.) and their reputation has been irrevocably damaged because of the Red Wedding.

Tywin is a great character and there's no problem with enjoying him, but just because you like a character that doesn't make his heinous actions any less so.

THAT'S EXACTLY MY POINT

You can enjoy a character but not ignoring what they did, and how those actions have an impact in the plot line.

I will never judge someone for liking Tywin for his role in the story, because he is well writen as a heinous person. But liking him and calling him "Da goat" or explicitly saying that you would bang him is another story.

His entire family is messed up thanks to him. And most of the GOT plot happened because of him giving Cersei to Robert. (Just my opinion tho-)

[tremendouscreationperson]

Cinderella but it makes sense

This is a first draft of either a comic or a story or a script or perhaps just a WIP I will be doing, please try to be kind. There will most likely be spelling mistakes or words because i have a new phone and the keyboard is lower than usual Happy ending tho

Elias was born of Jenny and Edmund. They were in no way rich but they were comfortable. Jenny worked as a seamstress for their town and used Elias as a mannequin of sorts, after a few years of begging. Elias became more interested in his mother's work than his fathers business. Sadly Elias' mother passed, and worsley her most demanding client became a source of comfort for her husband. Elias plodded along and in his grief became quiet and withdrawn. He did continue with his mother's business and helped out with his sisters, they were so needy and demanded dresses and jewels and things he could not provide. He could however help them with washing and scrubbing as he had helped his mother. Edmund was able to keep his composure and took more work on, he had to leave for longer trips and therefore was hardly home. Elias almost forgot his father as he had accumulated a multitude of tasks and chores until one day the news of a landslide brought on a new wave of dread. Elias no longer had his parents. He felt very alone and yet again withdrew. His siblings and new mother weren't particularly kind but they had become increasingly worse; calling him a pansy and queer because he was quiet and caring. There was a new name that didn't hurt as much, they had called him Eli and then El and then that turned into Ella. Whenever they said Ella or called him her, it wasn't as bad as Cinders or Tubby. One had even laughed calling him a seamstress when he mended his clothes, he was surprised as his mother had taught him her trade and he had made the siblings dresses before. But again mixing up his gender to insult him didn't have the desired affect.

Elias, for no real reason, had let his blonde hair grow. He did trim a fringe and cut the split ends but it had grown to his shoulders. He quite liked that. And when the soot from the fires he cleaned stained his hands he liked when he delicately coloured his eyelids. Elias was confused. He wasn't quite sure in himself anymore. Part of him blamed and cursed his mother for putting him in dresses and teaching him feminine things but another part was so so glad that she had.

One day when the ladies had left for silks and fineries Elias snuck into the attic and unlocked the old trunk full of his mother's dresses. They were all beautiful. Elias pulled a modest teal dress out and tried it on. It was too tight on his shoulders and was meant to be floor length but with his height came to his ankle, which was still good as he had hairy legs, that was not feminine. Elias had wanted to wear some of her shoes but his feet were too large, instead he pulled his boots on and let his hair down. With a few maddening seconds passing before he dared look up to an old mirror. It was small and rectangular but it did the job, Elias saw himself and for the first time she liked it. She liked her long bouncy hair and her slender figure, the girls had laughed about her being too thin to be a real man and they were right. She wasn't a man, she was a girl like them.

The elation she felt could've made her fly. This was perhaps the first time in all of her life where she was truly happy. There was a pang of regret that her mother and father wouldn't ever meet her properly but how would they react? How would her stepmother or sisters react? She quickly took the dress off and ran downstairs to prepare the dinner.

Once she had realised that she was in fact a she it was hard to go back. Every night she would try on dresses and she had started to shave her legs and chest. She had snuck a few pieces of makeup and some stockings, even making a necklace to hide her Adams apple. Still there weren't high-heeled shoes that fitted her but she had scrubbed and polished her boots.

She had even gained the courage one afternoon, when everyone was out of course, to leave the house. She had borrowed a bag and a bonnet and headed out on foot as the horses were occupied with the other ladies of the house.

The journey to the town was the same as it had been when she was small. There were a few more houses and benches, even a wishing well now.

The town was bigger and busier than she remembered it but the people were pleasent. The butcher was still alive which surprised her and he didn't recognise her but when she said hello and that she was new in town he welcomed her with open arms. Perhaps naivety on her part but when asked for a name she immediately responded with "Elia" before stopping. The old boy chuckled before nodding and saying a simple hello Ella.

Journeying into town became a fortnightly routine, she did have to buy groceries and necessities for the household but now did it as Ella. If anyone noticed the change they didn't comment. There were questions but a simple "I'm a distant cousin of Mr Edmund." seemed to answer them.

"Elias. We need to sell George." her stepmother spoke. "I need a new gown, I need to marry these girls off. Its easy for you." she scoffed before launching into a rant Ella had heard before.

Ella nodded in affirmative. The ladies were hardly home these days. They were desperate for money and status, things that were needed if you lived the life they wanted to. She waited until they left with only one horse of theirs and a borrowed horse pulling the carriage, before transforming herself. Ella saddled George and rode him towards Marcus' farm.

The route was quiet and sad, she had taken great comfort in ranting to George. He always knew when to whiney or nicker at the precise time she needed.

As if on queue with the mood and tears that suddenly formed in her eyes at the thought, rainclouds formed up ahead and started a slow drizzle before a downfall. Ella steered George to a nearby tree, seeking refuge, before spotting an old dried up bridge it was large enough to shelter a few people but clearly old which worried her. A rock hit Ella right on the head, making her flinch. "Oh no George! It's hail!" she let out a frustrated moan before jabbing him with her heels and making a break for the bridge.

It was the best move as the tree wasn't doing much in the way of shelter.

She jumped off of him before stroking and inspecting him for nicks or bruising.

"Gastly weather!" A man spoke behind her.

"Oh sir!" she shrieked. "you mustn't sneak up on people."

He was taller and broader than her, with a white jacket and trousers on; embossed in golden lions and swirling patterns. He had a roman nose and his hair was slicked back through rain or oils she didn't know. His eyes were emeralds, his lips, cheeks and nose a surprising shade of pink but again that could be the rain.

"I'm sorry, but like you, Seb and I needed shelter."

The horse behind him was massive, it almost touched the bridge with its ears. It was white but had bits of mud on its hooves. The man also had mud on his boots. Ella looked down in fear but no she had no mud on her mother's dress.

They both stood in a awkward silence watching the rain and hail thunder down.

"So miss... What brings you out?" he tried to talk to her as if he wasn't the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

She let out a puff. "I was trying to sell one of my best friends." she patted George on the neck. "what about you, sir? You're dressed formally."

He let out an awkward chuckle, "yeah, it comes with the territory I'm afraid." She tilted her head in clear confusion. "I'm from the Palace. We're on a hunt."

Her eyes widened, "the Palace? What do you do?"

"why I-" He paused. "I am an apprentice... Of sorts."

Ella raised a brow. "of sorts?"

"that just means I don't really know how to explain my job." he scratched his neck.

Ella shook her head, "well sir, it looks like it's letting up a little, so don't worry you won't have to explain yourself to me."

"I-I don't mind." he stuttered for the first time in his life. "I just don't know how to."

The rain and hail did let up slightly but still they had to wait under the shelter of the old brick Bridge.

He had placed his jacket on the ground and they both sat whislt the horses munched on grass.

"Why are you selling your friend?" He was laying back in a relaxed position.

Ella, who was sitting with an elbow resting in her knee, sighed. "my wicked stepmother wanted another gown." she theatrically retold.

"oh?" he was intrigued. "they don't treat you well?"

"they treat me as well as they are able." she shrugged before slyly smiling, "but no."

"how much do you hope to get?" he changed the conversation.

Ella let out a hearty laugh, "I don't even know how much a horse is worth. And I doubt they will."

"I'll buy your horse." He rose and took a small bag out of the pouch on his horse's saddle. "Here." he gestured for her to take the gold coins.

She was suspicious of him and didn't take the offered money, he waited for a moment before taking ahold of her hand and physically putting the money into it.

"You'll have to take him home for me though. I can't take two horses." He causally mentioned flopping back down.

"You want me to ride with you? To the Palace?"

"No, your home. I can't seperate George from his best friend."

Her brows pulled. "W-why are you being so kind?"

He stared at her for a few moments before looking at his hands. "You seem like someone who, if the roles were reversed, would act like I have."

The rain finally let up and they both stood, Ella trying I give him either the money or the horse to no avail. He watched as she mounted George and saw her off before realising he never got her name.

When Ella got home the others had already arrived. She was able to sneak past the horrid cat and sister number 1 before running halfway up the stairs before hiding from sister number 2, she kept going up the stairs and towards the doorway to her attic.

She ran upstairs and let out a sigh of relief.

"Elias." her step mother spoke from an old armchair, she'd lugged up there a month ago.

Ella stiffened, dread slithering up and down her spine. "M-ma'am." she finally uttered out.

"I hope you know that each time you have left this house dressed in those drags I have known." She rose, dusting herself off. "and I hope you know. It will stop."

"But I can't." she shook her head. "I can't go back."

"Why do you dress like a woman?" she began to walk towards Ella, plucking at her damp skirt. "Why when you are safe. Any man is safe in this world."

"it isn't about that." Ella shook her head, pulling her dress from her stepmother. "inside I feel like a woman, I am one."

The lady huffed at that before walking off.

Ella did go back for a while to being just Elias, every moment being him cementing in her mind that she was Ella.

The money that the nice man gave them had helped slightly but with this new fancy ball that was happening the girls needed yet another new gown each. They had been able to afford the materials and it had come to Ella to make the dresses. It felt like a biblical punishment, to be forsed into trousers and a scratchy shirt whilst she made two of the finest gowns. There had been no seamstress jokes after their mother had yelled at them that Ella was indeed a man.

"I can't believe every woman is invited to this ball!"

"oh I know!"

"and the Prince will choose a bride!"

Ella tried to mask her pessimism at them truly believing they'd be the one. She was able to hide it behind the mask of Elias.

"Elias will you be a dear and tighten my corset?" She nodded before silently tugging at the laces. "Surely there will be other gentlemen there, surely if the Prince doesn't like me someone else will."

"Of course someone will." Ella spoke before realising something, she looked up at her sister. "do you think there will be other gentlemen there then?"

Both the sister chortled. "Elias of course!"

"if you weren't such a pansy you'd probably be there."

That gave Ella an idea and after endless hours of sewing and fitting dresses for them she snuck into the stables and designed her own dress. Maybe her polite gentlemen would be there and maybe she could ask about a maids job at the Palace. Hell she'd take anything to be herself. Even if it meant leaving the house she loved and adored.

The night of the ball came and the ladies left promptly at 6, their mother giving Ella one last look before telling her. "I think you need to clean the stables."

Ella ran towards the backdoor, not even gracing her a goodbye. The stables her only thought. When she yanked the door open her heart shattered. Her mothers wedding dress, which she had altered with pink accessories and adornments, was tattered on the hay. It had mess and mud on it, there were tears in the fabric and the remnants of feed and spit soiling every bit. She didn't blame any of the animals, how could she? The only true animal here was the Lady Tremaine. Ella buried her emotions, forcing herself not to cry, as she picked up the pieces of her once beautiful dress. She almost made it back before breaking down.

She fell to her knees and sobbed.

"why are you crying, child?" a feminine voice spoke. Ella startled sitting up straight. The woman was glowing, she had a golden light behind her curly brown hair and her dress was not quite white but an iridescent silvery. It had colours of pink and pale green as it shone in the moonlight. Her face was beautiful in itself but once you stared for too long she was almost too perfect. Her face was too circular and aligned too well, the limbs that could be seen were too long as were her fingers and nails. Her hair moved in waves yet there was no breeze. She was a beautiful, slightly unsettling vision.

"be not afraid." her voice was like bells. "I merely asked why are you crying."

"my mother's wedding dress is ruined."

"no it is not." she spoke again. Ella frowned wanting but too scared to argue. "look at it."

She did infact look down to see it was fixed.

Ella gasped. "It was in tatters!"

"when you're as old as I things that were can be are and things that are can be will." she smiled slightly too wide. "the dress was a was, it is now an is."

"thank you." she hugged it close. "who-who are you?"

"a friend, I was sent to help you Ella."

"You-you know?" she whispered.

"your soul is telling, but also I was sent to help you. I know of you."

Ella realised she was still kneeling on the ground. She rose and stood tall. "Well you have helped me, you've fixed my mother's dress." she raised the dress high to see that it was back in its original form. Too small to be worn by Ella. "Oh. You did fix it."

"You are in need of a dress?" the being asked, it wiggled its fingers and the wind was sucked out of Ella. She couldn't breathe.

"is the corset too tight?"

Ella took a second to adjust before shaking her head. "no, usually there's an adjustment period."

The being blew towards its left and a sheet of ice formed, it then turned into something metallic and then became a mirror.

Ella saw herself with this new dress on. It was a similar fabric to the being's, it was a silver which shimmered blue. There were puff sleeves and gloves which had long nails attached to them. The dress itself has a bell skirt and a long train. With the corset tightened this tight it gave her a more flattering figure. She looked more like a woman than ever before.

The being flicked her finger at Ella and her eyelashes got darker, as did her eyelids, and longer. Her cheeks were rosie and lips a Ruby colour. Her hair blew back and instead of having a side part on her fringe like her mother had, the fringe was quiffed and out of her face. The rest of her hair was curled lightly.

"what else am I to give you?"

Ella's eyes widened. "Oh? Uh, perhaps a mode of transport? Maybe some shoes that aren't soaked through? I don't want to be a bother, you've done more than enou-"

Before the sentence was finished there was a stained glass carriage with four horses attached to it. She was also a few inches higher and wearing lovely comfortable shoes.

"atoms are nothing but pliable." the being spoke when it saw her standing in shock.

"if things are so easy to produce.. Ca-can you perhaps make me.. Well a real woman?"

"I could but everthing here is finite."

"what do you mean?"

"You have until the last stroke of the last chime of the last bell of midnight. Then it all has to go back. The atoms are pliable but they will be missed."

"I don't think I could go back." Ella thought on it and shook her head. "thank you but no I can't."

"is there anything else you require?" it asked again.

"n-oh yes I need a coachmen please."

A man dressed in white landed ontop of the seat, reins in hand.

"is there anything else you require?"

"no, thank you! Even if I fell and knocked my head and this is just a dream, thank you."

"the liminal planes are both enjoyable." the being smiled before it vanished in a sparkling of glitter.

Ella wasted no time, she ran towards the carriage and sat, her coachmen helping her up, she sat her mothers dress on one seat and took her own opposite. It was almost like her mother was taking her to her first ball.

Ella felt excitement and fear, she would meet her kind friend and hopefully she'd be free of her situation.

Once she arrived, late so she had no formal introduction, she set about finding her friend. She descended the stairs, her dress flowing in a nonexistent breeze as she did and searched about looking for the apprentice. She asked a steward and tried to ask the lady placing freshly baked good upon one of the food tables.

"I don't think they employ apprentices. What ever for?"

Ella sighed at that but alas went on searching, swaying along to the band.

"Gastly music." she jumped, recognising the voice, almost spilling the champagne flute down herself. "Oh, do forgive me! I know I shouldn't sneak up on women but I just couldn't help myself."

Ella spun around ready to give him a sarcastic reply when she noticed what was sitting upon his head.

"Wh-why are you wearing a crown?"

He provided a small smile and a "because I have to."

"I thought you were an apprentice."

"I did say it was hard to explain." He chuckled before gesturing to the floor and the women staring at them. "Fancy a dance?"

She was hesitant. "surely there's a more Nobel woman you're meant to dance with?"

"yes probably." he nodded, "but I'd rather dance with you."

She smiled and agreed, taking his hand.

They danced through three songs before they erupted in a fit of giggles and he told her to wait five minutes before meeting him outside. She agreed, needing the fresh air but also knowing it was inappropriate to be unchaperoned with a man. Even if she was wearing a suit.

She waited the five minutes spending the time weaving her way through the crowds of people. Many stopped to admire her, a few from the town recognised her and waved but the others seemed scared or intimated. But none of them were shouting at her or calling her a man, it was wonderous.

She escaped the party and awaited the Prince. She rest her elbows on the balcony and breathed in the cool air. It was lovely.

"knock knock." he spoke gently behind her. "sorry I didn't want to scare you again."

Chuckling she turned around. "don't worry about it, all is forgiven."

They spoke about everything and nothing. There was hardly anything they had in common which meant they both had a lot to learn about each other.

"I must ask." He played with a lock of her hair. "Will you... Tell me your name?"

That gifted him a full body laugh. "I haven't even had yours."

"Henry." He provided.

"Ella." she answered.

"Now Ella, I have another questions for yo-" a bell interrupted him, "Wow, we've been together for almost four hours."

"Henry! I'm sorry, I have to leave!" Ella grabbed at her skirts and ran back through to the party.

"Wait!" He called. "Ella!?"

She turned and quickly spoke, "thank you so much, I've had the best time."

That warmed his heart but then she vanished, she ran through dancing patrons heading towards the stairs. The climb was hard in the corset but she kept going. There was a moment where she tripped and when she did her left shoe came loose. She stood herself back up and realised the heel had broken off, with a quick glance backwards seeing Henry, she quickly took it off and discarded it. The other she held firmly in her hand as she ran.

She ran down the corridors and made her way towards the stairs leading outwards. She ran down them and found her carriage, the coachman ready and waiting, a bit panicked as the bells were ringing.

Ella shoved herself into the carriage and they were off.

They got to the gates before the penultimate bell tolled as the final one did Ella landed on her bottom and rolled clutching her mother's dress as she did.

Everything vanished in a flourish of glittering light and Ella lay on the ground, dress in hand, giggling. She stood folding the dress so it wouldn't drag on the ground and dusted off her trousers and shirt. Her shoes were still slightly damp from before, her knees still muddy. Ella took her first steps and as she did something glistened from her right. It was one of her shoes, the glass glittering in the moonlight. She gasped, thinking back to what the being had said, everything else had vanished, why didn't that? She walked over and picked up the delicate shoe before running her way home.

The ladies weren't home for a good few hours so Ella had a while to find a hiding spot for her slipper. She put it in a pot in another pot in the top left cupboard. Since she was the only one to use the kitchen no one should in theory find it.

Ella laid herself by the fire like she usually did and willed sleep to take her. It didn't and when the girls got home they came into the kitchen shrieking with excitement.

"Elias!" they called. "The prince was lovely! He loved my dress." Ella sat up.

"he liked mine more!"

"Ladies. You know the Prince didn't look at either of you with that mysterious princess about." The lady spoke staring angrily at Ella.

"Well mama, he did talk to us before and then after the Princess was there."

"Girls leave us."

The siblings were confused, their eyes flickering between their mother and their step-brother. They then slowly left.

"You prevented me from going." Ella spoke as defiantly as she could.

"How did you then?"

"I didn't." Ella shook her head.

"Yes, you did." She spat out. "You are a man. YOU ARE NOT A WOMAN, IMAGINE THE SHAME YOU'D BRING ON THIS HOUSE, ON THE GIRLS ON THE KINGDOM!"

Ella's eyes dropped to her hands. She hadn't thought of that, would the prince even like her if he knew?

The lady was there for another second before storming off.

The coming weeks Ella was Elias, she didn't know why she even attempted to be Ella she wasn't Ella she was Elias. How could she trick these people into believing she was a she. Ella was torn, she loved reliving every moment of the night of the ball but she felt great shame in it. What if the crown knew? Ella thought she knew what she wanted, which was to be Elias but when one morning she woke to find her hair had been cut she didn't. She couldn't go back to being him and cursed her stepmother for touching her hair. It made her look like her mother.

Ella still went about being Elias, how could she even attempt to be Ella with her hair like this? It stopped at her nape, in a bowl shape.

She sighed picking up the dirty plates from luncheon. Jumping when one of her sisters yelled out from another room.

"Mama!! It's the Palace!"

"Mama they're finally coming to us!"

"Ladies pull yourselves together." She spoke, "let us greet them at the door."

Ella slowly walked over to the door and hovered. She watched as the Palace guards, stewards and finally the Prince entered.

"Lady Tremaine." He spoke.

"Your Highness." She courtesied, her daughters copying behind.

The lady led them all into the sitting room, Ella following one pace behind. She watched as Henry pulled out her slipper, the heel still shattered but the rest was pristine.

"Every eligible lady is to try the slipper on." A steward spoke, reading from a scroll. Ella tuned him out watching Henry kneel and present the slipper to the ladies. They all tried it and each foot was too small. The girls tried to wear stuffed stockings but the steward was quick to put a stop to that.

Henry stood, handing the slipper to the steward, shoulders sagging before he turned to walk out the same door he walked through. He faced Ella and frowned slightly.

"Do I know you?"

Ella's mouth opened to respond before the Lady cut in. "That's no one, just a servant."

"My names El, sir." She spoke.

"James pass me the slipper." He spoke reaching out behind him. "is it you?"

Ella didn't know what to say she didn't want to embarrass the Prince nor offend the kingdom. She didnt know what to do.

The steward almost placed the slipper into Henry's hand but the Lady stole it.

"That is Elias, that isn't your princess."

Henry, as had everyone, turned to face her. "Hand me the slipper." She did not, her eyes flickering between the prince, Ella, her daughters and the steward. The lady let out a small gasp before she let it go. The slipper landed on the wooden floor and already being fragile shattered into a million pieces.

Ella breathed a sigh of relief but mourned a possible life.

The Prince ordered her to be removed from the room, he dropped to pick the shards up cutting himself in the process. The guards and steward being too preoccupied with the lady and her shrieking daughters, didn't notice but Ella did. She crouched next to him, offering a clean cloth.

"Would you like me to fetch you some water? To clean the wound."

He didn't answer just sighed looking forward.

"I recognise your voice." he spoke, still not looking at her. "I don't care who or what you are, who they're making you be. I just wanted to know who I feel so deeply for."

Ella was quiet. Unsure whether it was wise to give in or not.

"I know we spoke for hours but really all I know is your name is Ella, you're treated as well as they can treat you, you're not a fan of being surprised and you didn't like the buns they served."

"Mine are better." She gave in. Not looking at him now, his eyes bored into the side of her head. "Ever since I was small I felt different. I didn't know that I did. I enjoyed being my mothers model for the other girls. They'd look at me in the yellow dress and ask for it to be green so it would match their hair better. Or to make the neck line rounded instead of square. Mother and father seemed happy with me the way I was. Then.." she looked at him. "I never meant to trick or embarrass you. I came to ask for a job, I just want to be free of this place."

He nodded. "You will be."

"how?"

"It's a shame the slipper was destroyed." He spoke, trying to formulate a plan.

"I have the other one." Ella spoke plainly as if it were obvious.

His smile split his face, "Why didn't you say that sooner?!" He stood pulling her up. "where is it?"

Ella led him into the kitchen, past the still shrieking and arguing ladies, and produced the other slipper. "What if it doesn't fit?" she worried her lip before trying it on. Bending down to secure it on her foot.

"I would've done t-"

Ella felt as thought she was falling. Her vision blurred and her hair blew in front of her eyes. But she was standing upright. Her vision became clear and the being from the night of the ball appeared.

Beside it, her mother and her father.

"Mother!" She gasped running towards her wrapping her into a hug. "Papa!" she pulled her father in for a big group hug.

"Ella." the being spoke. "Once again they have sent me to help you."

"Oh bunny!" her mum cradled her cheeks. "Im so sorry for not seeing you."

"That's okay, I didn't know." Ella shook her head, flickering between them, both had glassy eyes and sad smiles.

"Ella I will grant you what you long for."

"no please." she shook her head. "I can't only have it until midnight."

The being smiled, this time it wasn't unsettling, but sweet. "My midnight and your midnight are vastly different things." the being held its hand up, "but right now your midnight is close."

"Goodbye bunny!" her mother said.

Her father patted her shoulder and said, "I'm so proud of you."

The being snapped it's fingers.

Ella blinked and she was wearing her ballgown, both glass slippers and well she felt different.

She looked down to see a small, but still a pair, of breasts. She also manoeuvred her legs and could feel nothing. She spun in delight.

"Henry!" she hugged him. "I'm a woman!"

He nodded, stunned by the blinding light and transformation he had witnessed. "I know."

"No! You don't understand," she bit her lip. "I am a woman."

Again he nodded. "I know, you just floated and magically changed your clothes, even your hair looks brighter. I believe in whatever enchanting thing just happened." He breathed out a laugh.

They both returned to the others and the royal guard and stewards bowed at Ella, her siblings and stepmother stood stunned.

Ella did not want them to keep the family house so she had them moved. The house became Ella's hideaway, she would go there and sew beautiful dresses that her mother would be proud of. Henry insisted on having a staff there so whenever she or he visited the house was pristine, Ella was even able to buy back the furniture her stepmother had pawned so the house became what it once was.

Her husband was loving and her kingdom accepted her as the princess, there were rumours that her stepmother tried to spread but that caused them to be relocated again.

Ella was never one to be idle, even before when she had her parents so she and Henry were always helping their citizens. The papers went as far as three kingdoms when Ella helped build a farmyard that a tree hd collapsed during a storm. People from other nations and kingdoms came to see this queen, the one that was said to be the kindest of all, and every time she did not disappoint.

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The second set turned out to be an entirely different turntable as J. Faria got the hang out of the rhythm, likely overcoming his possibly nervy start of the first set. Here, J. Faria's forehands started to work again after he outhit Elias' cross-court forehand for his 2-point lead before he broke to 2-0, where he consolidated with a lead to 3-0. Five consecutive games later, J. Faria's preceding down-the-line shots somehow secured his other two-point lead, but he was unable to break for the set as Elias had a massive hold to 5-3 by the end of that game.

Subsequently, J. Faria should have served for the second set. However, Elias started to outhit J. Faria's forehands, where the latter's netted forehand generated the former's break point before it was converted due to another forehand error (5-4). Nonetheless, J. Faria almost broke for the second set as he generated 2 set points, one of those through his working volley before it was fumbled, forcing another deuce through a down-the-line winner before Elias had a massive hold to 5-5.

Somehow, Elias had a cross-court forehand pass to set up his one-point lead, but J. Faria still managed to hold his serves to 6-5. The tie-breaker became inevitable, where the latter started with a backhand pass for his hold (1-1) before Elias' forehand error secured his mini-break lead several points later. J. Faria turned out to dominate the whole tie-break through his point construction, intuitively finishing a rally with a working volley to secure his set point to 6-2, which was converted several points later to take the second set 7-6(3), thus forcing the deciding set to find out the outcome of this match.